Chapter 67 Zhunti meets Kunpeng!
After the words fell, the expressions of all the human race became more and more solemn. Now, the power of Hidden Vein has completely surpassed that of Reveal Vein. There are eight Daluo Golden Immortals of the human race, four each of Reveal and Hidden Vein, but the strongest human race is among Hidden Vein.
Moreover, under the Da Luo Jinxian, there were as many Taiyi Jinxian as there were Jinxian, and the hidden veins completely crushed the manifest veins.
The human race is already weak, but now facing a calamity, the most powerful hidden vein cannot take action, and its strength has been partially weakened again. What should we do now?
"It is difficult to predict the calamity. At this moment, we can only strengthen our defense and face the coming disaster with the strongest attitude."
"I called you here today just to remind you that the calamity has begun. All tribes in the clan will immediately enter a state of war readiness and strengthen their protection."
"Especially at the borders of our human race, patrols must be strengthened. I suggest that Xianmai form strong men to patrol the borders to prevent accidents."
Jiang Haofeng looked at the people around him and said solemnly.
The fourth clan meeting of the human race was held just to remind everyone, nothing more. To deal with the calamity, such caution is not an exaggeration.
Jiang Haofeng currently does not know the conspiracy behind the killing of humans by the two Lich clans and the refining of the Witch-Slaying Sword and the Demon-Slaying Sword. He does not know anything and is unable to respond effectively.
But no matter what conspiracy is behind it, the two tribes will massacre the human race, and this will not change. Setting up strong patrols at the human race border, in the early stages of the two tribes preparing to massacre the human race, can at least block the offensive of the two tribes, and Jiang Haofeng can try to solve the conspiracy. Leave time.
"Okay!"
“That’s all we can do now.”
The Suiren on the side nodded.
"After returning, notify each tribe and summon the Xuanxian masters from each tribe. Leave half to garrison the tribe, and the remaining half will follow me to set up defenses at the border!"
"Okay!"
The other twenty-four ancestors of Xianmai nodded one after another.
"Haofeng, without further ado, I'll leave first."
"Okay, everyone, be careful. Don't do anything. Show your identity as a disciple of the human sect. No matter what, you must save your life. As long as your life is still there, everything is still possible!" Jiang Haofeng said while looking at the people showing his pulse.
"Okay!"
A group of humans with visible connections hurriedly left, heading towards the major tribes of the human race.
The fourth clan meeting of the human race ended in a hurry. Since the establishment of the human race clan meeting, this was the first time that the clan meeting did not propose any policies.
Jiang Haofeng stood on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain, with red and blue rays of light flashing in his eyes. The entire ancient wilderness came into view. Endless fighting broke out in the ancient wilderness. The battle between the two clans became more intense than before.
It’s difficult.
The human race is too weak and has no power to resist against the two Lich races.
If you want to stop this massacre, you must find a way from the leaders of the two tribes to make the two tribes fundamentally give up the idea of massacring the human race.
Otherwise, just two thousand Daluo Jinxian could easily wipe out the human race!
But if you want the leaders of the two tribes to give up the idea of massacring the human race, you need to know why the two tribes massacred the human race. Only by prescribing the right medicine can the disease be cured!
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At the same time, Mount Sumeru in the west!
Zhunti opened his eyes and looked at the ancient continent. He saw that in the sky above the ancient world, a thick aura of calamity enveloped the entire ancient world, and the heaven and earth were completely in chaos.
It's time!
As soon as the words fell, Zhunti's figure turned into a golden light and disappeared.
The prehistoric demon court.
Kunpeng returned to the Demon Master's Palace and was thinking about how to repel the Witch Clan. The Demon Emperor, Demon Emperor, and Empress all went into seclusion, and the power of the entire Demon Clan fell into his and Fuxi's hands.
After all, the demon saints of the ten directions were inferior in strength. In front of him and Fuxi, they could only obey orders and had no right to make choices.
Before 30,000 Huiyuan, he participated in the battle and knocked away the ancestor Wu Liangqiang, creating an opportunity for the Demon King to rescue the prince. On the other hand, Fuxi went to the Wa Palace and did not even participate in the battle.
In comparison, the Demon King and the Demon Emperor have more trust in Kunpeng. Before going into seclusion, they handed over the command of the entire Demon Clan to him. He was the leader and Fuxi was the auxiliary.
In addition, the demon saints of the ten directions and more than a thousand demon gods below were also dissatisfied with Fuxi's non-participation in the war. Therefore, Fuxi had been in seclusion for a long time without being welcomed by everyone, and the power of the entire demon clan was completely I'm in Kunpeng's hands.
Now the war between the demon clan and the witch clan is all commanded by Kunpeng, with demon saints from all directions and thousands of demon gods obeying orders!
Kunpeng sat cross-legged on the futon, thinking hard about the plan to defeat the enemy. After a moment, he smiled bitterly. The two races were similar in strength. If they didn't want to start a full-scale war, they really couldn't completely defeat each other.
But once an all-out war breaks out, it's not certain who will win. Moreover, if he wants to start an all-out war, he will have to wait for the Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor to nod. As a demon master, he is not yet qualified to do so.
That’s all, let’s do it like this for now.
This kind of tepid fighting style seems to be full of killing intent, and the entire prehistoric era is at war, but it does not hurt the roots of the two clans at all. Daluo Jinxian rarely falls. When the war is over, it will not take much Huiyuan to recover. come over.
Kunpeng······
Suddenly, a melodious call sounded, and Kunpeng was suddenly startled.
The next moment, a sense of trance came over, and the whole person instantly became confused. Mysterious lights and shadows flowed around him. In the blink of an eye, Kunpeng's consciousness had left the Demon Master's Palace and came to a strange space.
There was a vast expanse of white around him, with endless golden light rippling in front of his eyes. A golden lotus platform was suspended in the void, and Taoist Zhunti sat cross-legged on it.
Zhunti? !
Kunpeng was instantly shocked, and the scene in the Nine Nether Sea of Blood reappeared in his mind.
The feeling of being crushed in all directions appeared in Kunpeng's mind again.
Under the saints, all are ants!
He was a powerful quasi-sage, but he was silently pulled into this strange space in front of him. It was really amazing.
"I have seen a saint!"
Thoughts were swirling in his mind, but on the surface he showed no signs of neglect and bowed respectfully.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is too polite."
Zhunti waved his hand, and an unshakable force emerged, directly lifting Kunpeng up.
While Kunpeng was secretly shocked by the saint's power, he was also thinking about the reason why Zhunti came to find him. The last time they met was when he and Minghe planned to kill people and seize Hongmeng's purple energy.
The cause and effect between the two of them has all been settled, so what does Zhunti want to do with him?
"I wonder why the saint summoned me?"
Kunpeng couldn't think of the reason at the moment, so he simply asked directly.
Zhunti chuckled, "Kunpeng, are you satisfied with your current life?"
Zhunti did not directly answer Kunpeng's words, but instead asked.
"I wonder what the saint means?"
"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng, you and I don't have to be so different from each other. When we sat down together to listen to Daozu, we were both of the same generation."
(End of chapter)