Man in the wilderness, Shui Yuan becomes a saint

Chapter 211: The Witch Clan Wants to Revolt against Heaven

At this moment, the one who spoke was the ancestor of wood, Ju Mang.

This ancestor of wood witch is also the god of spring in the ancient times. Although his presence has always been weak among the witches, his cultivation is not low.

Especially when Gonggong and Zhurong gradually fell behind, he emerged as a dark horse and has already reached the forefront of the witch sect, second only to Dijiang and Houtu. He is almost on par with Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor of time. As a result, his voice in the witch sect has greatly increased.

In addition, his teeth were at the top, and he was considered the eldest among the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Therefore, his question at this moment was not abrupt, and it also brought Hou Tu, who was wandering in the sky, back to her senses instantly.

"Of course it's Kunlun's business. Emperor Jun secretly sent people to Kunlun to make contact. I'm afraid it's for the purpose of offering sacrifices to the heaven and ascending the throne. However, Xi Shen is cunning. I think the demon clan may not get what they want. The people from Xuanmen may have other plans."

Hou Tu spoke. Although she had been absent-minded for a long time, she was not so far away that she didn't even know what others were discussing. Now that she came back to her senses, she naturally followed up on Di Jiang's words and put forward her own opinions.

In fact, Hou Tu's speculation was correct, and it was almost Qi Yu's real idea. The Witch Clan should not focus on the Xuanmen now. Facing the Xiandao's plan, apart from the reconciliation between the Witch and the Lich, the best solution was for one side to win a complete victory with thunderous force. The Witch Clan should not put too much energy on meaningless things!

However, this is only Hou Tu's own opinion. Today, as her voice is declining, she cannot represent the mainstream of Xuanmen - especially when several of the Twelve Ancestral Witches hate Xuanmen.

For example, at this moment, Gonggong spoke directly, and his words were not very polite.

"Hou Tu, you also said that Xi Shen was cunning, so how could we not be more prepared?"

“You must know that in the battle in the East China Sea, he was able to retreat unscathed with the support of Emperor Jun. There were some frictions between the two parties before, but now that Emperor Jun has taken the initiative to surrender, will Xuanmen still resist? I’m afraid that the two families will join forces again, and we are unprepared, and not even a complete corpse will be left!”

After saying this, Gonggong sneered, and his attitude and position were very clear.

However, everyone was used to this. After all, Gonggong had become increasingly gloomy and irritable after the battle in Tianhe, and this was obviously not the first time he had behaved like this, so everyone was more or less used to it, even Houtu who was being criticized.

However, not being angry does not mean that Hou Tu will easily change her opinion.

Immediately, she spoke again.

"Brother, have you underestimated the Golden Crow? Do you really think that Di Jun, a Heavenly Emperor who is about to ascend the throne, will bow down to others and even give up almost all of his majesty as an emperor for this?"

"That's something that even the likes of Dong Wanggong wouldn't do!"

As she said this, Hou Tu also sneered. She had been worried these days because of the previous sensation, and recently she was very angry in the witch sect. Now was the perfect time to vent all of it.

"It's just a simple matter, why bother to argue about it here? In my opinion, there is no need to worry about Kunlun, and the correct thing to do is to attack the Heavenly Palace on the day when Emperor Jun is offering sacrifices to the heaven! One by one, they want to rebel but can't bring themselves to do it. Do they really have to wait until Emperor Jun is in power before raising the flag?!"

"That's just deceiving yourself. You won't accomplish anything great if you bury your head in the ground. By then, as my brother said, not even a complete corpse will be left!"

Hou Tu's words were really sharp. After she finished scolding them, most of the Twelve Ancestral Witches changed their expressions, and Gong Gong's face looked even uglier.

Among the people present, only three people looked calm.

One of them was Xuanming, who had always been a supporter of Hou Tu, but at this moment, there was just a hint of worry in his eyes;

The first one is Di Jiang. After completely taking control of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang has become more and more capable of not showing his emotions on his face. Most of the time, he only lets other brothers and sisters see what he wants them to see. The last one is Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestor of time. He has always been the wisest among the twelve ancestor witches. Be it the Hou Tu era or the Di Jiang era, he has always existed as the Witch Clan's military strategist and think tank. Naturally, he also has a blank expression on his face at this moment. He just smiles as usual, making it impossible to guess what he is thinking.

After a suffocating silence, Ju Mang finally spoke again, breaking the deathly silence in the hall.

"Hou Tu, this is a bit too much."

After rebuking in a low voice, he looked at the other ten ancestor witches and said seriously.

"However, Hou Tu's words are not entirely wrong. Kunlun does need to be guarded against, but if our Wu Sect can take over the Heavenly Palace at lightning speed and completely defeat the demon clan, why should we care about a small Xuan Sect? So what about Emperor Xichen? What we swallowed must be spit out!"

"What's more, using force to break the law is our consistent habit, and it is also the teaching of our ancestor god Pangu. From this point of view, what Hou Tu said is not wrong, and it is in line with the style of our witch sect!"

Having said that, Ju Mang glanced at Di Jiang and said.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Di Jiang remained silent at first. He just raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the face of each of the other eleven ancestor witches present. After seeing the expressions on everyone's faces clearly, his eyes gradually became deep. After another long silence, he spoke.

"What Ju Mang said is correct."

Hearing this, Ju Mang finally breathed a sigh of relief. God knows how much pressure he had been under when Di Jiang fell silent. He even felt that he was getting carried away. He began to regret and reflect that he should not have been the first to speak out.

However, at this moment, after getting the affirmation, Ju Mang naturally no longer had any similar thoughts in his mind. He looked at other people quite complacently, and did not notice at all that Zhu Jiuyin was looking at him with interest.

At the same time, Di Jiang spoke again. This time, he almost made the final decision, announcing the order as a leader -

"In this case, organize the army and prepare for war."

"On the day when Emperor Jun offers sacrifice to the heavens and ascends the throne, I want to see the army of my Wu Clan fight its way up to the Ninth Heaven. From that day on, the flags of the Pangu Clan will be planted in every corner of the prehistoric world. I hope that all my brothers and sisters can help me and don't let me down!"

"Just follow my brother's orders!"

At this moment, including Hou Tu, the other eleven ancestor witches all stood up, bowed to Di Jiang, and made their attitudes clear.

Then, a group of people filed out and left the Witch God Temple, each returning to their own tribe to organize their troops in preparation for the upcoming war.

……

At the same time, as the demon clan's post was sent to all the clans in the prehistoric world, the news that Di Jun was about to ascend the throne naturally spread throughout the world, changing the atmosphere of the entire prehistoric world.

Everyone knew that the storm was coming soon.

(End of this chapter)