After giving instructions for a while, he immediately sent a message to call the ancestral witch Qianyi.
Dong dong dong…!
Qiang Yi walked with heavy steps to the Taiwu Cave.
"Lord!"
"Get up." Zhang Qian nodded, "What are the Twelve Ancestral Witches doing now? Are they still staring at Wan Wuyi?"
"That's true. After Wan Wuyi established his Taoism in Qingqiu Mountain, he swept across hundreds of millions of miles around. I don't know what his next move will be. The Wu clan is now on guard, and is even preparing for war. If it weren't for Dijiang's suppression, The war has already begun."
"Is that so?"
Zhang Qian thought for a while and was about to continue speaking, but Qiang Yi's expression suddenly changed, "Your Majesty, Di Jiang sent a message and asked me to go to Pangu Temple immediately, saying that we have something important to discuss!"
"Um?"
Zhang Gan was stunned, stood up and said: "If you go to Pangu Temple quickly, Di Jiang should have a major decision in this move. I will contact you at any time!"
After Qiang Yi left, Zhang Qian was not in a hurry to refine the Zhoutian Star Banner, but instead kept an eye on Qiang Yi's movements through the connection of Nine Transformations Xuan Gong.
Everything Qiang Yi saw, he could also see clearly.
After Qiang Yi left Taiwu Mountain, ten rounds of black holes appeared above his head. The terrifying suction stirred up the void, and his figure flashed and flashed towards the direction of Pangu Temple at an uncanny speed.
This is after Qiang Yi understood the Law of Devouring to the extreme, and used the Law of Devouring to distort the void and let the power of the void push him forward, which is very similar to Chi Ao's flying escape method.
In just three days, Qianyi flew across countless light-years and arrived at the Pangu Temple in the east of Mount Buzhou.
Seeing the Pangu Temple again, Zhang Qian couldn't help but exclaimed, because he found that the Pangu Temple was different now. In the past, the temple only looked simple and desolate, and there was nothing surprising from the outside.
However, now this temple is shrouded in the rich and unparalleled Pangu legacy. This legacy is misty, both real and imaginary, like millions of flowing air currents.
Each air flow looks erratic, but in fact it is extremely heavy, because the void around each air flow becomes distorted. During the flow, the void is chaotic and makes a thunderous roar.
The source of these billions of air currents is the Buzhou Sacred Mountain next to it. A steady stream of Pangu's legacy floats out from the Buzhou Mountain and is poured into the Pangu Temple.
Apparently, a group of ancestral witches are passing through the Pangu Temple, frantically extracting the Pangu relics in Buzhou Mountain to create the witch race.
When the Qiang Yi arrived in front of the Pangu Temple, the ancestral shaman Zhurong who was waiting there came up to him, said hello, and laughed loudly and said: "Brother summoned us, we must start a battle with Wan Wuyi's side door. I should say that we should have taken action a long time ago. That Wan Wuyi is so arrogant, we should give him a lesson and let him know who is in charge in the prehistoric period!"
Zhu Rong is still as arrogant as ever.
"Zhu Rong, stop bragging here. It would be great if Wan Wuyi was so easy to deal with. I don't see that even Hongjun can't do anything to him."
At this moment, Zuwu Gonggong dropped his figure and began to argue with Zhu Rong unceremoniously.
"What a joke! That fellow Hongjun has lost power now, and I heard that his path has been destroyed. Even if our witch clan confronts him, we can still suppress him. Then Wanwuyi will rely on his bodyless and illusory means to traverse the wilderness.
If we, the ancestral witches, set up a great array of twelve heavenly gods and evil spirits, and condense the true form of our father, it would not be a matter of just one blow!"
"That's true!"
Gonggong nodded in agreement.
Ever since the witch clan obtained the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation, their confidence has been overwhelming. All the ancestral witches have carefully studied this peerless formation, practiced it countless times in the Pangu Temple, and have become proficient in this formation. They even passed
By condensing the methods of Pangu's true form to cultivate Pangu's true body, the physical body of each ancestral witch has made great progress.
Because when Pangu's true form was condensed, Pangu's pressure enveloped all the ancestral witches, allowing them to operate Pangu's true form many times faster than usual, and the speed of their cultivation was also increased countless times.
The first time they used the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation, the Thirteen Ancestral Witches could only barely condense the shadow of Pangu, but could not condense the true form of Pangu at all. But now they can barely condense the true form of Pangu.
This is a huge improvement, and it also makes the power of the Twelve Capital Gods Formation even more terrifying.
After a while, the ancestral witches arrived one by one and gathered in front of the Pangu Temple. When everyone arrived, the Pangu Temple suddenly opened, and Di Jiang's voice sounded from inside the temple.
"Come in, please don't make any noise. We have distinguished guests coming today!"
"Dignified guest?"
As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, Zhang Qian, who heard these words through Qian Yi, started to think. Being called a distinguished guest by Di Jiang was obviously not an ordinary person. These ancestral witches are so arrogant. They have always regarded themselves as the masters of the ancient world.
There are very few people who can catch their eye.
The other ancestral witches were also curious. When they entered the Pangu Temple, they saw two figures standing in the mist. One of them was the ancestral witch Emperor Jiang, while the other was shrouded in dark clouds and could not see his face clearly.
"Lord! This is demonic energy!"
Qiang Yi suddenly sent a message to Zhang Qian, and he discovered that the figure shrouded in black clouds exuded terrifying demonic energy. The black clouds were simply the manifestation of extremely solid demonic energy.
"Is it Di Jun? No, it's not him!"
Zhang Qian looked through Qiang Yi's perspective. Even though the man was shrouded in endless demonic energy, he still saw that he was not an emperor, and his body shape and temperament were not similar.
This person stood there, like the origin of demonic energy, like the source of demonic energy, a demonic aura sweeping over the world and destroying all living things, which was completely different from Di Jun's aura.
"who!"
"Who are you!"
"Brother, who is this person?"
Seeing the black shadow next to Dijiang, all the ancestral witches spoke one after another, and most of them were in bad tones. Without him, this man's magnificent demonic intention was too obvious. It was obvious at a glance that he was a giant of demonic power!
The Witch Clan has no good feelings towards people in the demonic path. They have always regarded themselves as the lord of the prehistoric world, but the Demon Ancestor Luo Hu exploded his demon body and destroyed the western land. The Witch Clan, which regards the entire prehistoric world as its own territory, naturally has a crush on Luo Hu and the empire he created.
The devil is deeply abhorred.
"Okay, don't make any noise, he is a distinguished guest of my witch clan!"
Di Jiang waved his hand, then turned to the man and said, "Your Excellency Luo Hu, do you want to continue to hide your head and show your tail?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Luo Hu looked up to the sky and laughed, his demonic sound roaring, echoing in the Pangu Temple.
"What!"
"Luohu, you are Luohu! You thief!"
"Good devil, you blew yourself up, destroyed the western land, and polluted the world created by Father God. Yet you dare to come to our clan's holy land, so die!"
The ancestral witches headed by Zhu Rong were furious, yelled and glared at Luo Hu.
"Brother, what is going on? Why do you call this devil a distinguished guest?"
Hou Tu was relatively calm, but he didn't understand what Di Jiang was doing.
Zhang Qian, who saw this scene through Qiang Yi, widened his eyes and was shocked. It turned out to be Luo Hu. This ancestor of the devil has never been seen in front of people since he returned to the ancient world. He only looked for Di Jun. He led the opponent into the devil's way, and then disappeared. Now he actually appears in the Wu Clan, and he is still in the Pangu Temple, the holy land of the Wu Clan, and is called a distinguished guest by Di Jiang!