God: I have a wild world!

Chapter 70 [Fuxi plays gossip, tests the true spirit of the demon god]

When Lei Hong returned to the battlefield near Monkey Mountain, the demon clan was already at the end of their battles, and they were all gnashing their teeth to hold on, hoping to wait until the demon god Qin Yuan came back to save the field.

But when these monster clans saw Lei Hong coming back but Qin Yuan didn't show up, the last glimmer of hope in their hearts was instantly extinguished.

"Qin Yuan was beheaded by this witch!"

Lei Hong roared loudly, like thunder exploding, the sky trembled, and divine power filled the audience.

The people of the Yaozu all turned pale when they heard the words, but some of the Yaozu did not want to believe and accept this ending:

"Impossible, Qin Yuan is my demon god, a strong man in the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, you are only Taiyi Jinxian, how can you do anything to my demon god?"

"But there is a rule of heaven that the Taiyi Golden Immortal cannot kill the Daluo Golden Immortal? This is just a superficial opinion of your monster race.

A group of people covered in fur and horns, born from eggs and moistened, do you really think that my witch clan is as weak as your monster clan? "

Lei Hong said with a chuckle.

"The Great Witch Lei Hong is mighty!"

Hearing Lei Hong's words, the members of the Wu Clan were so excited, their blood boiled, and they shouted loudly.

"That's right, these little bastards of the monster clan are not strong enough to fight across the ranks. Do you really think that my witch clan can't do it?"

Another great witch from the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm said.

Among the Wu Clan, every ten thousand years there will be a competition for the essence and blood of the ancestral witches, and all the Wu Clan above the level of the Little Witch will stand out among hundreds of millions of people.

Almost every one of them has the combat power to fight across a small realm.

Lei Hong's return has already pronounced the doom of the one billion Yaozu army.

Lei Hong showed no mercy, he drew the most holy Qiankun bow, and every time an arrow was shot, tens of millions of monsters would be scattered.

The arrows he shot were like a meteor shower, and the monster army was wiped out in pieces, and soon they were defeated and wiped out by the Wu and Ling tribes.

After the battle, the army of the Wu tribe was cleaning the battlefield with joy, while the six-eared macaque approached cautiously:
"Shangxian is also a believer in the God of Creation?"

"Ah."

Lei Hong nodded, and then sent a voice transmission to Liu Er: "Don't tell others about this."

Although the six-eared macaque felt a little puzzled, no matter what, Lei Hong had saved his spirit clan. Now that Lei Hong had confessed in this way, six-eared macaque would naturally not go against it.

Moreover, there was another reason why the six-eared macaque felt very weird. When he saw Lei Hong, he would involuntarily feel reverence and trust in his heart.

"it is good."

The six-eared macaque nodded.

"Ah."

Now that the matter was over, Lei Hong didn't stay too long, and after the Wu tribe finished cleaning the battlefield, he led the Wu tribe's army to the Qiangliang tribe.

This time the Witch Clan can be said to have won a big victory, killing all the one billion army of the Demon Court, and none of them escaped.

When the Wu Clan returned home with a full load, a major event happened on the Demon Court.

"Report...report..."

A herald demon officer walked across the Nine Dragon Bridge at the entrance of the Demon Emperor's Hall with a terrified expression, and knelt down at the gate.

"What's so alarming about?"

A majestic voice came from the Demon Emperor's Palace.

"Report to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, the soul lamp of the demon god Qinyuan... went out..."

"what?"

The chaotic air in the hall was surging, and the terrifying atmosphere was surging like the water of the rioting sea.

Donghuang Taiyi directly traveled through the void from the Demon Emperor's Palace and came to Fuxi's retreat.

Also coming here is the demon master Kunpeng, who has been guarding here since his beloved son Golden Winged Roc was killed, waiting for Fuxi to leave the customs.

Not long after, even the demon emperor Di Jun appeared here. After all, the death of a demon god is not a trivial matter. There are only ten demon gods in the entire demon court. Every loss of one is a huge loss for the demon court.

"Rumble..."

Perhaps it was Fuxi who sensed that the three giants of the Demon Court had come to his retreat. The stone door engraved with the innate gossip array was opened, and a chaotic mist filled the air, as if opening the dusty years. .

A man in a blue robe, with a strong and tall figure, long hair draped over his shoulders, and exceptionally bright eyes stepped out of the chaotic mist.

This person is the eldest brother of the Nuwa saint: Fuxi, who holds Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and is proficient in the deduction of formations. In the entire prehistoric world, except for the Taoist ancestor, the Nuwa saint, and Taiqing, he is probably the most exquisite deduction technique up.

"The three demon emperors, demon emperors, and demon masters are here, do they have something important to do?"

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, my son Golden Wing Dapeng went down to the world a few days ago, but died unexpectedly. I asked Fellow Daoist Fuxi to figure out for me, who is it that dares to attack my son!"

Kunpeng said impatiently, with a look of grief and indignation.

When Fuxi heard the words, he was slightly startled, he never thought that during the period of his retreat, the son of Kunpeng was actually killed.

Kunpeng's narrow-mindedness can be said to be well known in the entire prehistoric world.

In Zixiao Palace that year, Kunpeng was also squeezed out of the holy futon because Hongyun abdicated Zhunti. Not long after, Hongyun was ambushed and killed as soon as he left Wuzhuang Temple.

Hongyun was defeated, and in the end he could only blew himself up, his soul was scattered, and even the primordial purple energy disappeared.

Although the person who ambushed Hongyun has not yet reached a conclusion, and the great powers of the past and the wild do not say anything, but their hearts are like a bright mirror.

Kunpeng held such a grudge, yet someone dared to kill his son, which surprised Fuxi.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Qin Yuan, the demon god of my demon court, has just died, and his soul has been scattered, and his true spirit has not been left behind. Please do some calculations, my demon court will take revenge!"

Di Jun said.

Dijun's whole body was shrouded in a bright golden divine light, and the aura emanating from his body was as deep as the sea, making the sky tremble.

His personal cultivation is stronger than that of Donghuang Taiyi, almost reaching the peak of quasi-sage. Even Taiqing Laozi may not dare to say that he can beat him without using the acquired merits and virtues of the heaven and earth Xuanhuang Pagoda. he.

But although Fuxi is in the Demon Court now, he is not a complete member of the Demon Court, but just like a guest minister who enjoys the luck of the Demon Court.

Fuxi himself has the strength of the quasi-sage realm, and he is the eldest brother of the only heavenly saint in the prehistoric world, so even if Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng are noble, they are still polite to Fuxi.

This time Fuxi was even more surprised. The death of a demon god in the demon court will weaken the strength of the entire demon court, and it is by no means a trivial matter.

"Okay, then I'll count it in!"

Fuxi nodded.

With a big wave of his hand, the innate gossip pattern engraved on the blue robe on his body flew out, soaring into the sky, and turned into an innate gossip map tens of millions of feet in size.

The yin-yang Pisces at the center of the innate gossip rotates slowly, while the stars in the sky mobilize the power of the sky, sprinkle crystal brilliance, and fall into the dao pattern of the eight directions of Kan, Gen, Kun, Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, and Xun.

(End of this chapter)