Many children, many blessings, the great witch of blood will dominate the world!

Chapter 75: The Witch Extermination Alliance, a cancer in ancient times?
In Zixiao Palace, Sanqing looked helplessly at Hongjun.

Everyone really couldn't understand why the Taoist ancestors didn't care about the Wumen. Do they really want to let this troublemaker continue to develop? The whole world is in chaos!
Moreover, above the twelve ancestral witches, there is the even more mysterious Lord of Ten Thousand Witches!
Who can guarantee that the Witch Lord does not have a method to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

By that time, the Wumen will not give birth to twelve saints out of thin air, no, even strong men in the realm of heaven, right?

hiss--

Just thinking of this made everyone in Zixiao Palace shudder, with cold sweat breaking out on their backs. It was so terrifying and evil!
How could the current Wu Clan’s background be so unfathomable?

Transformed and born together with Demon Court, if this continues, I am afraid that sooner or later it will be comparable to Zixiao Palace and become the most powerful force in the prehistoric times!

For a moment, all the powerful players on the field were extremely fearful and solemn, feeling threatened.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi must not remain in the hands of the ancestral witch for a long time. It must be snatched back!
"Teacher, why is this happening in the third lecture this time?" Taiqing spoke slowly, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

All the immortals were extremely collapsed, their faces full of shock and confusion.The third lecture of Zixiao Palace is different from what was promised.

Thanks to their hard work, they snatched the futon as soon as they started speaking.

At this time, he was making wedding clothes for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which was a perfect injustice.

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Hongyun in the corner trembled all over and was extremely frightened: "It seems that I have to stay away from the Wumen in the future. It's too overbearing. This ancestral Wu leader is not easy to mess with."

Even people like Taiqing and Nuwa were defeated, and Patriarch Hongyun felt much more balanced.

No matter how he grabbed the holy throne, he was still vulnerable in front of the powerful ancestral witches and turned into a complete joke. Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun smiled coldly and sighed.

Who could have expected that the Wumen would become the biggest winner of the three lectures in Zixiao Palace without making any noise.

Everyone's faces burned when they thought of the previous ridicule to the ancestral witch.

Others skipped two classes. It turned out that they were recharging their energy and had already mastered the foundation of sainthood. On the contrary, it was these honest and humble people who came to listen to the lecture and lost miserably!
At this time, Di Jun and others' faces were swollen with phlegm, their faces were livid, they were gasping for air, and their faces were swollen to the color of pig liver.

Compared with this Wumen, all their forces combined were as small as dust, and they were crushed to pieces.

Di Jun was so anxious that he cried and begged: "Teacher Daozu, do you really not care about this witch clan? Taking away all the purple energy is too much. This will cut off the way forward for others!"

Donghuang Taiyi also nodded in agreement: "Yes, Xiao Xiaoyi, who has no soul cultivation, what's the use of so many sainthood foundations? It's just nonsense."

Hongjun couldn't calm down either, and after a long time he coldly snorted:

"Good, the witch clan must be destroyed. Don't be impatient. This is just a test. The fate of annihilation is only a matter of days, and the general trend cannot be changed. Even if the ancestral witch has purple energy added to his body, he will not be able to stand for long, so why worry .”

Daozu looked profound and indifferent, and then slowly closed the door of Zixiao Palace, and the sea of ​​chaos became quiet again.

After dealing with the anomalies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he no longer panicked, and began to follow the way of heaven again, calculating the development of the disaster.

As for eradicating the witch sect, the disciples below have to worry about it.

Even Hongmeng Purple Qi was snatched away. Sanqing and Dijun would not give up. Hongjun smiled coldly and used the hands of these disciples to test Buzhou Mountain's details.

"Humph, I would like to see what kind of horror is contained in this witch sect. Can it really be compared to me, a saint?"

Hongjun sat cross-legged indifferently, with the jade dish of creation hovering above his head, and three thousand inscriptions intertwined, exuding the aura of extremely grand destruction.

As everyone left, the ancestral witch's rampage did not cause much trouble. The gate of Zixiao Palace slowly closed and disappeared in the sky.Until the calamity comes to an end, I'm afraid he won't be born again for the time being.

Seeing this situation, Zixiao's three thousand guests all murmured in disbelief. They did not expect such a result.

"Hiss, even Master Daozu is sitting back and watching, do you really want the Wumen to continue to be arrogant?"

"It seems that we still have to rely on our own strength. Only by joining forces can we eradicate the threat of the ancestral witches."

"In this case, why not let go of your prejudices and deal with the Witch Clan together!"

All the powerful experts were talking about it. They could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts and prepared to join forces to snatch back the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Moreover, the Wumen's previous actions were too rampant and offended all of them to death, so there is no need to blame them for being ruthless behind the scenes.

At this moment, Emperor Jun and Duke Dong were immediately elected as leaders of the witch-killing alliance.

After all, one is the master of the Demon Court, the other is the master of the emerging force Zifuzhou, and he has the identity of the leader of the male immortals canonized by Hongjun.

A blessing in disguise, Emperor Jun suddenly became happy and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, everyone, since Teacher Dao Ancestor has said that the Witch Clan will be destroyed, then we, the Demon Court, will do our part and take over this important task. Once the Witch Clan is destroyed, you will have a share in the foundation of sainthood!"

Seeing that the Wumen had become a thorn in everyone's side, everyone in the Demon Court was so excited that they smiled crookedly.

"Dijiang, oh Dijiang, you are so stupid to bring about your own destruction." Dijun and Tai's eyes were full of confidence, and they were extremely swollen.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, if this cancer in the witchcraft sect does not come out for a day, peace will be hard to come by in the wilderness!"

"If you want to let others perish first, you must go crazy first. These ancestral witches have run out of courage."

"How can Hongmeng Purple Qi be possessed by a group of reckless men? It must be returned to us!"

All the immortals on the field were filled with indignation and agitation, and they wished they could go to Mount Buzhou immediately.

On the side, Prince Dong also had a plan in mind, and said coldly with his hands behind his back:
"Since I am the leader of the male immortals designated by the teacher, I am naturally entitled to a share of the Hongmeng Purple Qi. The Witch Clan has taken away all of them because they are in trouble with me, Zifu Prefecture. It is our duty to attack the Wu Clan."

"We are willing to follow the Emperor of Heaven, strengthen the Heavenly Palace, suppress the ant witchcraft, and restore peace to the ancient world!" The momentum of the mazi boys was so great that the East Prince was confused and didn't know where he was.

Seeing the Zixiao Palace disappearing into chaos, everyone left helplessly. They gritted their teeth and prepared their troops and horses, gathered resources, and were ready to attack the Wumen at any time.

Moreover, with Yaoting and Zifuzhou in front, the immortals did not panic at all.

In Buzhou Mountain, in the Ancestral Witch Hall, everyone looked up and smiled, their hearts beating loudly.

Di Jiang nodded with satisfaction and said happily:
"Thanks to Brother Xuan this time. If he hadn't hinted at the clan meeting, how could we have snatched the Sainthood Futon so easily? The Wu Clan would have prospered and dominated the ancient world!"

His eyes were focused on the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and his face was full of joy and excitement, as if he had seen the beautiful scene of the Wumen rising and dominating the chaotic world.

And all of this is the contribution of Lin Xuan, the witch master.In the eyes of all the ancestral witches, not to mention the top powerful saints like Sanqing, even if all of them put together, they are not as good as the blood witch Lin Xuan, and even Hongjun is not qualified!

(End of this chapter)