Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 52 The catastrophe begins!

Jiang Haofeng let out a long sigh, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The war between wizards and liches was finally about to begin.

As far as I remember, there seemed to be two wars between the Lich and the Wizard. After the first one ended, the two races were preparing for the decisive battle, and this period was also the beginning of the catastrophe for the human race!
In the past 100,000 meetings, Jiang Haofeng had guessed many reasons why the wizards and liches raised their knives against the human race, but none of them could explain it.

The final conclusion is still the word conspiracy.

Therefore, Jiang Haofeng was unable to take effective precautions and could only improve the strength of the human race as much as possible so that the human race would be more capable of dealing with the impending danger.

As for the way to allow the human race to escape unscathed, we can only wait for the conspiracy to emerge and then find a way to break it.

Jiang Haofeng's eyes flickered as he checked the situation in the Heavenly Palace. Looking at the auspicious aura and boundless power rising in front of him, he felt heavy in his heart. The human race must survive this calamity!

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand Huiyuan passed away quietly. During this period of time, Di Jun and Xihe gave birth to ten little golden crows, who were the ten princes of the demon clan.

In order to ensure the growth of the ten little golden crows, the two placed them in Tanggu, a place specially opened up by Emperor Jun for his offspring. There was a branch of the innate spiritual root Fusang sacred tree in it.

This was specially transplanted by Emperor Jun from the Fusang sacred tree above the sun.

The power of the sun is too terrifying. The ten newly born Golden Crows are only at the Golden Immortal realm and cannot withstand the high temperature of the sun. Tanggu is the hotbed opened up by Emperor Jun for the little Golden Crows and the place for their growth.

According to Di Jun's plan, when the ten little golden crows grow up to be Daluo Jinxian, he will let them practice on the Big Sun, on the real Fusang sacred tree.

One day, ten little golden crows were playing in Tang Valley. Outside Tang Valley, Ying Zhao was looking at the ten little guys with a smile on his face.

Ying Zhao, one of the Ten Demon Saints, is at the early stage of quasi-saint cultivation. Following the orders of Emperor Jun, he is stationed in Tanggu to guard the ten princes.

However, this guard is only in name only. No one in the entire demon court believes that anyone would dare to harm the prince of the demon clan!
These are the descendants of the Demon Emperor. If anyone dares to touch a hair of the ten princes, the Demon Emperor will definitely have a personal feud with the demon clan, and the fight will not end until one of them dies!

Lord Demon King is truly the number one person under the prehistoric saints. In front of the Demon King, anyone who is not a saint will be useless!

Even the Witch Clan, which rules the earth, probably wouldn't dare to take action against the ten princes.

In the entire prehistoric world, only the saint dared to take action against the ten demon princes, but the saint could not take action against the demon princes. The saint had to save face. Even if he wanted to take action against the demon clan, he would target the Demon King and the Demon Emperor, not these ten little golden immortals.

Therefore, Ying Zhao, the quasi-saint, is more of a formality, just in case. No one will take action against these ten demon princes.

Ying Zhao looked at the ten little Golden Crows in Tang Valley with a faint smile, wondering whether he should learn from the Demon Emperor and give birth to a few little Ying Zhaos for fun.

Suddenly, there was excitement in the void, and Ying Zhao was startled. A terrifying aura of the quasi-saint realm swept out, and the vast power resisted the void. A light shield instantly appeared above Tanggu, and then Ying Zhao looked back.

I saw a surge of power sweeping over, and a huge fist like an ancient star, carrying endless pressure, smashed towards me.

"Dijiang?!!"

Ying Zhao's voice was filled with shock and anger, and he hastily raised his hands to resist.

However, Di Jiang is the chief of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and a powerful quasi-saint. How can he be rivaled by Ying Zhao, who has just comprehended the laws of the great Dao?

With one punch, all of Ying Zhao's resistance was destroyed like a rotten wood. The fist hit Ying Zhao's chest, and the whole person fell to the ground like a meteor.

Immediately afterwards, Di Jiang waved his hand, and the Taoist aura permeated the void. A huge world was formed in an instant, trapping Ying Zhao inside. Ying Zhao made successive attacks, displaying all kinds of mighty demon magical powers, but he could not do anything to this space at all!
Ying Zhao's face changed drastically and he said hurriedly: "Di Jiang, are you crazy? This is Tanggu. If you dare to touch our prince, my demon clan will fight you to the death!" The angry voice echoed in the void.

Ying Zhao was even more surprised in his heart that Di Jiang was so powerful. Before, Di Jiang had no power to fight back in the hands of the Demon King. He was knocked thousands of miles away by the vibration of the Chaos Bell. He thought his strength was just like that.

When I saw him today, I found out that he was so powerful that he could suppress me with just a wave of his hand. I am a quasi-saint after all. Even if I haven't killed him yet and am only in the early stage of quasi-sainthood, I am still a genuine quasi-saint, a quasi-saint who has comprehended the essence of the great Dao. I didn't expect that he could be suppressed so easily.

Emperor Jiangdu is so powerful, how powerful should the Demon King be?
These thoughts flashed through Ying Zhao's mind, and were suppressed in just a moment. He still stared at Di Jiang in the void.

"Di Jiang, there are restrictions set by the Demon King here. The Demon King will arrive soon. You should leave quickly and don't start a war between the two races."

Dijiang glanced at Yingzhao expressionlessly, ignored him, and stepped into the Tang Valley.

The restriction can be broken easily. Those things are easy for me to get with ease. With my own concealment of the secret, even the Demon King will not know what is happening here.

Dijiang strode into the Tang Valley, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the ten golden crows in front of him instantly became dull.

"Emperor Jiang" waved his hand, and a whirlpool appeared in the void, leading directly to the primitive witch tribe.

"Kill all the Wu clan and avenge Yingzhao!"

Dijiang spoke calmly.

His voice echoed in the void, and there was a mysterious Taoist aura in his voice that made people involuntarily indulge in it.

"Kill all the Wu clan members and avenge Uncle Yingzhao!"

The ten little golden wizards couldn't help but speak.

The ten little golden crows regained their agility, no longer dull as before, but their eyes were full of murderous intent. They gnashed their teeth and said, "Kill all the Wu clan members and avenge Uncle Yingzhao!"

"Kill all the Wu clan members and avenge Uncle Yingzhao!"

The same content was said three times, each time louder and louder, and the murderous intent contained in it became more and more intense.

"kill!"

The ten golden crows' eyes were filled with murderous intent. They flapped their wings and transformed into ten red streams of light that sank into the passage before them!

Looking at the ten disappearing golden crows, a smile appeared on "Emperor Jiang"'s face, and then a look of sorrow appeared.

Alas, it is too difficult for the West to prosper.

After he finished speaking, Dijiang turned around and walked outside, saying to Yingzhao, "No one has been here today!"

After he finished speaking, Ying Zhao's eyes became dull, but deep in his eyes, there was still a hint of imperceptible clarity.

Di Jiang smiled with satisfaction, and disappeared in a flash.

(End of this chapter)