One Yuanhui is equivalent to 129,600 years.

It took such a long time, no one would want to see it.

But the person who speaks is Hongjun. Even if there are many unwillingness in the minds of the Wu clan and others, they will inevitably be strong and can only follow them.

"Two flat-haired birds, this time, you are lucky, hum!"

After Hongjun disappeared, the witch clan also lifted the twelve capital heavenly evil formation and left the heavenly court in a mighty manner.

As for Di Jun, he ordered Bai Ze and others to clean up the battlefield and ordered people to repair the broken buildings one by one.

"It makes you laugh."

After these, Di Jun also came forward and began to appease Sanqing and others.

Fortunately, Sanqing and others didn't care.

After all, this time, they were just spectators.

"Mr. Di Jun is so serious. Now that the courtyard is in chaos, we will leave early and say goodbye."

Seeing Sanqing and others leaving, Di Jun also began to be busy integrating many forces of the demon clan, and then integrated the thirty-three days, arranged formations, and arranged vigilance to prevent incidents similar to the witch clan's sneak attacks from happening again.

In a blink of an eye, another thousand years have passed.

Over the past thousand years, both the witch clan and the demon clan have fallen into rest and recuperation.

However, compared with the demon clan that can absorb the power of stars, although the witch clan can reproduce with the help of essence and blood, the crucial thing that lacks Pangu's heart, and relying solely on the twelve ancestor witches, also makes the power of the witch clan develop slightly slowly.

On this day, the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan gathered together again and began to discuss.

"My brothers and sisters, I believe you have seen the current situation... Although my witch clan has spread all over the vast land and the demon clan has gradually moved to the sky, in comparison, the power of my witch clan is still a bit slow," said Di Jiang.

"Brother is right. Over the years, no one of my juniors in the Witch Clan has been able to break through to the realm of the Great Witch, except Xing Tian and others. The Ten Demon Saints of the Demon Clan are now worthy of their name, and they are all quasi-saints..." Gonggong sighed.

"Actually... it's not impossible to improve our tribe's strength." Zhu Jiu**.

As one of the few think tanks among the witch clan, Zhu Jiuyin has always been in a position of making suggestions and has been trusted by Di Jiang and others.

Hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, Di Jiang and others were so happy that they couldn't help but urged.

"Brother Zhu Jiuyin, what's the solution? Why don't you tell me it quickly and let me hear it for everyone?"

"Yes, brother Zhu Jiuyin, don't keep it in your mouth!"

"Tell me quickly, what exactly is the solution."

Seeing this, Zhu Jiuyin also smiled bitterly. Knowing the temperament of Di Jiang and others, he quickly explained: "Everyone, do you still remember the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array of the Demon Clan?"

"Vulnerable!"

"If it weren't for the Dao Ancestor's obstruction, with the twelve capitals of the Witch Clan, I would have broken the formation, together with the timid and timid little people in the Demon Clan, to pieces!"

"It's extreme, it's extreme!"

"you……"

Zhu Jiuyin held his forehead. If he hadn't known that everyone's temperament was like this, he would almost have been unable to help but cover his face and run away from tears.

It was obvious that everyone gathered together to discuss how to enhance the strength of the witch clan and resist the demon clan, but somehow, as they talked, they turned into belittling the demon clan...

"Why!"

Fortunately, among the twelve ancestor witches, there are also calm people.

Seeing that Zhu Jiuyin's face looked a little ugly, Xuan Ming quickly stood up and dissuaded: "Brothers, let Brother Zhu Jiuyin continue to talk."

It was not until this time that everyone woke up and quickly fell silent, looking at Zhu Jiuyin.

The latter, after a slight smile, continued, "Did you forget how Di Jun and the others set up the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array?"

"You mean, array flag?"

Hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, Di Jiang suddenly realized it and then said curiously: "But why do we have anything to do with this?"

“…”

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Jiuyin said quietly: "Since their Zhoutian Star Fighting Array is OK, why can't we learn from them and make twelve array flags to replace us and other ancestor witches and summon Pangu's true body."

"In this way, the cumbersome summoning process can be eliminated and the demon race will not take the opportunity to attack."

"This method is very wonderful!"

When everyone heard Zhu Jiuyin's words, they suddenly realized and were amazed.

"With our essence and blood, gathering those spiritual materials, casting twelve array flags, and setting up the Dutian Divine Evil Array, can indeed save a lot of effort."

After everyone made the decision, the matter was left to Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire who was the best at casting.

After Zhu Rong cast twelve array flags, each ancestor witch pushed out his essence and blood and dripped it on the array flag.

Suddenly, the originally dim array flags showed the true identities of Di Jiang and others.

It also means that this set of Dutian God Evil Array Flags has officially taken shape.

…………

And just when the two lichs were busy reproduction and regaining their strength, waiting for a Yuanshen to fight to the death after a Yuanshen.

Somewhere in an unknown void, a Taoist in Qingyi was in seclusion and practicing in slump.

"call--!"

A huge amount of blood and energy gathered, flowing from the heart of the Taoist Qingyi to the limbs and bones.

At this moment, if someone is present, he will be surprised to find that even the two Lich clans who are good at physical body are not as strong as the Taoist in Qingyi in terms of physical strength.

As the Taoist Qingyi practiced, the void continued to tremble.

"Boom--!"

In the sky, a black cloud was shining with heart-pounding purple light.

If there is a quasi-saint-level existence present, I am afraid that I will scream out loud.

Because this purple lightning is the purple sky divine thunder that even the saints must avoid...

In other words, when ordinary people encounter this ball of Zixiao divine thunder, they are probably going to end up with death and soul.

In an instant, it turned into ashes!

However, the Taoist in Qingyi ignored this and was still closing his eyes and practicing quietly. The breath on his body became increasingly ethereal, with a feeling of being independent of the world.

This posture naturally angered the Zixiao Divine Thunder above.

"Take it--!"

A thick lightning thunder broke through the void and landed fiercely on the Taoist head.

However, before the thunder tribulation could be reached, a simple little bell rose up, covering the Taoist head, steadily blocking this wave of divine thunder.

Immediately afterwards, several purple sky divine thunders fell.

"clang!"

Seeing this, the ancient and simple little bell seemed to have become spiritual and "buzzing".

Invisible chaotic auras were greeted by Zixiao divine thunder.

"Boom..."

When the divine thunder met the chaotic energy, a violent airflow burst out, sweeping across all directions.
Chapter completed!