Primordial Era: Lighting lamps, burying the ancestral master!

Chapter 305 Emperor Jun takes the bait and uses the witch-slaying sword!

With Jie Yin's promise, a grand drama of eliminating demons, defending the law, and tracking down the real murderer kicked off.

With two saints standing behind them to endorse, the innate saints were like wild horses that had escaped from their stiffness, almost turning the entire prehistoric world upside down.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

After Di Jun knew the news, he immediately called the Jin Chan Demon God on the "satellite phone" to inquire about the current situation.

"Jin Chan meets His Majesty."

The Golden Cicada Demon God separated an incarnation on an ancient star through the origin of the stars.

"Jin Chan, how are things going?"

Di Jun asked in a deep voice.

"Except for a very small number of innate saints, all the other human races in the innate sacred territory have been captured by Wei Chen."

"But now, those innate saints are searched everywhere, and there are even rumors that there are saints behind them."

"Therefore, I can only wait in hibernation for the time being. I dare not rush back to heaven and present these hundreds of millions of people to His Majesty."

Jin Chan Demon God sounded like a loyal minister who was thinking about the Emperor Jun.

"You did well."

Di Jun nodded. There were not many demon gods who could think about heaven from the bottom of their bodies.

It seems that there are more than 300 great emperors sitting in heaven, but how many are truly loyal to him?

Emperor Xi Fuxi, military counselor Bai Ze, and even some saints have made moves!

At this time, Jin Chan Demon God took the initiative to speak again:

"Your Majesty, the further you go, the easier it will be to expose yourself."

"I would like to invite you to sacrifice the flesh, blood and souls of these hundreds of millions of people to refine the witch-killing weapon on the spot!"

"Whether it is overwhelming karma or the anger of a saint, I will stand firm and resist, and will not implicate the demon clan in the slightest!"

"Please give me your Majesty's permission!"

"This……"

Di Jun's eyes were filled with emotion.

He didn't want to agree.

However, Jin Chan Demon God gave too much!

Moreover, in exchange for a loyal minister, he received a sharp weapon that could change the prehistoric situation and allow him to truly stand up.

What a deal!

"Ah~"

Di Jun sighed heavily: "I owe a lot to my Taoist friends."

"If this happens, fellow Taoist will definitely become another demon king of our demon clan!"

"Even if it is exposed, I will do my best to protect my Taoist friends. Even if I risk my face, I will ask Saint Nuwa to take action and bring my Taoist friends over."

"I will leave all matters concerning the human race to my fellow Taoists."

"I will not disappoint His Majesty!"

After the words fell, Jin Chan Demon God resolutely cut off the contact.

"With this minister, I will never fail as the Demon King!"

Di Jun stood there for a long time with many emotions.

On the other side, after the Golden Chan Demon God hung up the "phone", he turned around and knelt in the main hall.

"My Buddha, my disciple has told Emperor Jun everything as you requested."

The golden cicada demon god said with enthusiastic eyes.

"Great!"

He held his hands and laughed.

In this way, everything is ready, all we need is the east wind!

"While you are at Mount Sumeru, Zhunti will personally preach to you."

"I will come back as soon as I go!"

After saying that, the figure instantly escaped into the void.

"Best farewell to Namo Amitabha!"

The Golden Cicada Demon God knelt down and worshiped devoutly.

As soon as he got up, Zhunti appeared in front of him.

"You are indeed very good."

Zhunti grinned, pointed out, and crossed to the Golden Cicada Demon God in boundless mystery...

……

Beyond the chaos, Emperor Wa is in the sky.

A phoenix chariot descended, and Fuxi stepped down from it and arrived at the Wa Palace.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Nuwa sitting in front of the Qiankun Cauldron, refining something.

"Nuwa, why are you looking for me like this?"

Fuxi asked in confusion: "What are you refining now?"

"It's nothing, just a witch-slaying sword."

Nuwa replied casually.      “What kind of sword is slaughtering???”

Fuxi made a sound in surprise, and came behind Nuwa in a flash, and asked again:

"Tell me again, what kind of sword do you want to kill?"

Nuwa rolled her eyes: "The witch-slaying sword is a powerful weapon that can kill ancestral witches."

My eldest brother is really old, why is his hearing still not good?

"You are going crazy!"

Fuxi still found it extremely ridiculous.

What is Nuwa doing?

Are you going to die personally and sound the death knell for the Wu clan?

"Brother, how is the Wu clan doing now?" Nuwa asked.

"Witch Clan..."

Fuxi paused and his face slowly became serious:

“It’s definitely kind of weird right now.”

"Especially the guy who led all the ancestral witches to cut out half a drop of Pangu blood."

"It seems that something has been tinkered with."

"That's not a pick-up."

Nuwa's fluttering words made Fuxi's ears empty again.

"What did you say!"

Fuxi asked in disbelief.

"After receiving the blessing and becoming a saint, he took back the true spirit from Jumang's body."

Nuwa said calmly: "Now, the one controlling Jumang, the ancestral witch, should be the remaining will of Pangu."

Fuxi froze on the spot and could not recover for a long time.

Of course, I was not shocked by the news.

But He thought of another thing...

"So, that bitch came to see you secretly again?"

Nuwa: "..."

My eldest brother has this strange brain circuit.

At this time, a strange laughter came from outside the hall:

"Jie, Jie, Jie, Fuxi, a saint should not be insulted lightly. Do you believe that this saint will send you to the eighteenth level of hell, so that you will never be reincarnated?"

"Humph!"

Nuwa snorted coldly when she heard this, rolled up the red hydrangea with her snake's tail, and threw it at Jie Yin.

"brush!"

A divine light shot toward the red hydrangea, easily blocking the saint's attack.

It was a dead branch, its whole body as crystal clear as jade, inlaid with pearls, agate and other seven treasures. It could brush down all things in the world, and it had incredible power.

It is the treasure of the saint: the Seven Treasures Tree!

"Eh~ Did you break the Zhun Ti to refine the treasure?"

Fuxi laughed deliberately.

What a joke, what happened to the saint?

Behind Him is Nuwa!

Could it be that my sister still can't turn her elbows outward?

Of course it is.

Nuwa directly sacrificed Fuxi as a hidden weapon, and then used the divine light to throw it away.

"Fellow Taoist Nuwa, what happened to my things?"

After the troublesome god was gone, Jie Yin asked Xiang Nuwa with a smile.

"It's done."

Nuwa said calmly.

She raised her bare hand, and the Qiankun Cauldron suddenly opened, and thousands of rays of light bloomed from it.

A sword aura slowly emerged. On the sword, one side was engraved with the sun, moon and stars, and the other side was engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects. They were exquisite and unparalleled.

"What a sword!"

Fuxi flew back by himself:

"Is this the witch-slaying sword you planned?"

"It is indeed a good sword."

He picked up the witch-slaying sword and brushed it against the blade with one hand.

"Zheng~"

A sword cry suddenly sounded, and a cold sword light erupted.

An undetectable wound instantly appeared on Jie Yin's hand, and traces of golden blood stained the sword's edge.

"hiss!"

"What a fierce sword!"

Fuxi's eyes widened in surprise.

You know, the saint's body is more powerful than the ancestral witch. This is the difference determined by the level of life!

But now, even the indestructible saint's body is easily scratched by this sword.

Then, if it were to strike at the ancestral witch, wouldn’t it be one strike against the other?

"This sword is so terrifying!"

(End of this chapter)