Rewriting the Gods

Chapter 67 Zhunti meets Kunpeng!
As soon as the words fell, the faces of the human race became more solemn. Nowadays, the power of the hidden veins has completely surpassed that of the visible veins. There are eight Daluo Golden Immortals in the human race, four each of the visible and hidden veins, but the strongest person in the human race is in the hidden veins.

Moreover, below the Daluo Golden Immortal, there are more Taiyi Golden Immortals and Golden Immortals, and the hidden veins completely crush the visible veins.

The human race is already weak, and now facing a catastrophe, the most powerful hidden veins cannot take action, and the strength has been weakened again. What should they do now?

"It is difficult to predict the coming disaster. At this moment, we can only strengthen our defenses and face the coming disaster with the strongest attitude."

"I have called you all here today to remind you that the catastrophe has begun. All tribes in the clan must immediately enter a state of war readiness and strengthen their protection."

"Especially our human borders, we must strengthen patrols. I suggest that we form a group of strong people among the Xianmai to patrol the borders to prevent any accidents."

Jiang Haofeng looked at the group of human beings with obvious veins around him and spoke solemnly.

The purpose of holding the fourth clan meeting of the human race is to remind everyone, nothing more, to deal with the catastrophe, it is not excessive to be so cautious.

Jiang Haofeng currently has no idea about the conspiracy behind the witch and lich races slaughtering the human race and refining the witch-slaying sword and the demon-slaying sword. He knows nothing and is unable to mount an effective response.

But no matter what conspiracy is behind it, the two tribes will massacre the human race, and this will not change. By forming a strong patrol on the human border, at least they can block the offensive of the two tribes in the early stages of the massacre, leaving time for Jiang Haofeng to unravel the conspiracy.

"it is good!"

"That's all we can do for now."

Suiren on the side nodded.

"After returning, notify each tribe and summon the Xuanxian masters from each tribe. Leave half of them to guard the tribe, and the remaining half will follow us to deploy defenses at the border!"

"it is good!"

The other twenty-four ancestors of Xianmai nodded one after another.

"Haofeng, there's no time to lose. We'll leave first."

"Okay, everyone be careful. This is impossible. You have to reveal your identity as a disciple of the Human Sect. No matter what, you have to save your life. As long as you are alive, everything is still possible!" Jiang Haofeng said to the people who were showing their pulses.

"it is good!"

A group of prominent human race members left in a hurry and headed towards the major human tribes.

The fourth tribal council of the human race ended hastily. Since the establishment of the tribal council of the human race, this was the first time that no policies were proposed at the tribal council.

Jiang Haofeng stood on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain, with red and blue light flashing in his eyes. The entire prehistoric world came into view. Endless fighting broke out in the prehistoric world. The battle between the two tribes was more intense than before.

It’s difficult.

The human race is too weak and has no power to resist the Lich and Warlock races.

If you want to stop this massacre, you must find a way from the leaders of the two tribes and make them fundamentally give up the idea of ​​massacring the human race.

Otherwise, just two thousand Daluo Golden Immortals could easily wipe out the human race!
But if we want the leaders of the two tribes to give up the idea of ​​slaughtering humans, we must first know why the two tribes are slaughtering humans. Only then can we prescribe the right medicine to cure the disease!

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At the same time, Mount Sumeru in the west!

Zhunti opened his eyes and looked towards the prehistoric continent, only to see a heavy aura of calamity covering the entire prehistoric continent, and the destiny was in complete chaos.

it's time!

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhunti's figure turned into a golden light and disappeared.

The ancient demon court.

Kunpeng returned to the Demon Master Palace and was thinking about how to defeat the Wu Clan. The Demon Emperor, the Demon King, and the Empress were all in seclusion, and the power of the entire demon clan fell into the hands of him and Fuxi.

The Ten Directions Demon Saints are ultimately weaker in strength. In front of him and Fuxi, they can only obey orders and have no right to make decisions.

Before the 30,000 Huiyuan, he participated in the great battle, knocked Zuwu Liangqiang away, and created an opportunity for the Demon King to save Lu and suppress the prince. In contrast, Fuxi went to the Wahuang Palace and did not even participate in the battle.

In this comparison, the Demon King and the Demon Emperor trusted Kunpeng even more. Before they went into seclusion, they handed over the command of the entire demon clan to him. He was the leader and Fuxi was the assistant.

Together with the Ten Directions Demon Saints, there are more than a thousand demon gods below who are also very dissatisfied with Fuxi's non-participation in the war. So, as he is disliked by both superiors and subordinates, Fuxi has been in seclusion for a long time. The power of the entire demon clan is completely in the hands of Kunpeng.

Now the great war between the demon clan and the witch clan is commanded by Kunpeng, and the ten demon saints and thousands of demon gods are obeying his orders!

Kunpeng sat cross-legged on the cushion, thinking hard about how to defeat the enemy. After a moment, he smiled bitterly. The two races were of similar strength. If they did not want to start a full-scale war, they would not be able to completely defeat the other side.

But once a full-scale war breaks out, it is not certain who will win or lose. Moreover, if he wants to launch a full-scale war, he must wait for the Demon Emperor and the Demon King to give their approval. As a demon master, he is not qualified to do so at present.

Forget it, let’s just keep it like this for now.

This lukewarm fighting style seemed to be full of murderous intent, as if the entire prehistoric world was at war, but it could not hurt the two races at all. Very few Golden Immortals died, and when the war was over, it would not take much time to recover.

Kunpeng······
Suddenly, a melodious call was heard, and Kunpeng was startled.

The next moment, a feeling of trance came over him, and the whole person instantly became confused. Mysterious light and shadows flowed around him. In a blink of an eye, Kunpeng's consciousness had left the Demon Master Palace and came to a strange space.

The surroundings were covered in white, with endless golden light rippling in front of the eyes. A golden lotus platform was suspended in the void, and the Taoist Zhunti was sitting cross-legged on it.

Zhunti? !
Kunpeng was startled for a moment, and the scene in the Nine Nether Sea of ​​Blood appeared in his mind again.

The feeling of all-round crushing appeared in Kunpeng's mind again.

Under the saints, all are ants!
He was a powerful quasi-saint at the peak of his power, but he was pulled into this strange space in front of him silently. It was really amazing.

"I've seen the saint!"

His mind was full of thoughts, but he showed no sign of negligence and bowed respectfully.

"You are too polite, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng."

With a wave of Zhunti's hand, an unshakable and powerful force emerged and directly lifted Kunpeng up.

While Kunpeng was secretly shocked by the saint's powerful strength, he was also wondering why Zhunti came to find him. The last time they met was when he and Minghe planned to kill someone to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

The cause and effect between the two of them have been resolved, so why is Zhunti looking for me?

"I wonder why the Saint summoned me?"

Kunpeng couldn't think of the reason at the moment, so he just asked directly.

Zhunti chuckled, "Kunpeng, are you satisfied with your current life?"

Zhunti did not directly answer Kunpeng's question, but instead asked.

"I wonder what the saint means?"

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, there is no need for us to be so distant. We both sat under Daozu and listened to his teachings. We are of the same generation."

(End of this chapter)