The prehistoric infrastructure maniac

Chapter 119: Prince Jinwu
In the Netherworld Blood Sea, Taoist Honglian, who was sitting cross-legged on the fifteenth-grade Refining World Lotus Platform, looked at the black-robed man standing respectfully on the blood sea in front of him, and could not help but nod and smile with satisfaction:
"As expected of you, you are the destined Lord of the Netherworld. How long has it been since you were reincarnated? You've returned just in time, Fengdu. The recent war between the Lich and the Warlock caused countless casualties, and the Underworld is already overcrowded. You're exactly what we need!"

"That's why my memory was awakened, and I came here specially to pay my respects to the teacher," Fengdu said respectfully.

"Yes," Taoist Honglian nodded with a smile and then said, "Fengdu, although you are of human origin, many of the ghosts in the underworld are demons. You don't need to be too harsh on them. After all, in the six realms of reincarnation, if you are a demon in this life, you may be a human in the next life."

"There are many demons who had great cultivation in their previous lives gathered in the underworld now, and you can also choose some who have not committed serious sins to stay in the underworld. The underworld is related to the six reincarnations and the rotation of all living beings. In the future, it will take a lot of manpower to collect the souls of all living beings and judge their merits and sins. If you want to gather the luck of all living beings, you can't just believe in it and use it tactlessly," Taoist Honglian continued to remind.

"Yes, teacher! Then I will go to the underworld first," Fengdu responded respectfully and hurried to the Fengdu City in the underworld, where his Book of Life and Death and Judge's Pen were waiting for him to improve work efficiency!
In the East China Sea, ever since the death of the King of the East, the Yingzhou Fairy Island has become a forbidden area, a place where cultivators and sea creatures avoid.

At some unknown time, the demon clan quietly set up formations and restrictions to occupy this place, and arranged an elite demon army to be stationed here, turning the entire Yingzhou Fairy Island into a secret back garden for the demon clan.

The reason why the demon clan attaches so much importance to this place is not only because Yingzhou Fairy Island is indeed a rare blessed land with many magical herbs, spiritual plants, minerals and other spiritual resources, but also mainly because of the innate spiritual root Fusang tree.

Fusang wood is a spiritual root with extremely yang properties, gathering pure solar power, and is very suitable for the sons of Di Jun and Xihe. The ten little golden crows practice here.

Although these ten demon princes are all gifted and have extraordinary backgrounds, their cultivation is still weak when they are born, and they are obviously not suitable to practice on the Sun Star.

The energy on the Sun Star is too violent. The reason why Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were born there is because they were accompanied by the Chaos Bell and were born very powerful.

The ten Golden Crow princes are much less talented. After practicing for tens of thousands of years, they are only at the level of Golden Immortal.

Of course, the main reason is that they are protected too well and have not experienced any setbacks, hardships, or life-and-death threats, so the speed of their cultivation improvement is naturally slower.

On the fairy island of Yingzhou, in Tanggu, thick branches spread out like a bird's nest on the Fusang tree. Ten three-legged golden crows were quarreling, arguing like children.
Although they have been practicing for tens of thousands of years, they have too little experience, so they still have the mentality of children.

"The Witch Clan is so despicable that they actually went straight to the Heavenly Palace. Fortunately, our Demon Clan has the innate treasure Chaos Bell to force them back," shouted the Sixth Prince.

"Father should have killed the twelve Ancestral Witches long ago. With Father's peak Quasi-Saint cultivation and the power of the Chaos Bell, wouldn't it be easy to kill the Ancestral Witches?"

"Old Eight, what do you know? The twelve ancient witches are almost all gathered together. Their witch clan has a great formation called the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons. I heard it's very powerful, comparable to the Zhoutian Star Formation of our demon clan!"

"Humph, the Wu Clan are all cowards. They dare not fight against my father alone, and can only use the formation to join forces."

"Formation is also a form of strength. Father is very good at it! And Uncle Bai Ze is also very good at it. We can't break the formation he set up on this fairy island!"

"It's all because Uncle Bai Ze's formation is so powerful. Otherwise, if we could get out, we would definitely go to the Primordial Continent and let the Wu Clan see the power of our Sun True Fire."

"Huh? Brothers, look, the fog formed by the formation outside seems to have dissipated." The youngest, the Tenth Prince, suddenly looked into the distance in confusion.

"It really is!" One of the Golden Crows transformed into a streak of crimson-gold light and flew to the place where the fog had dissipated. Then, delighted, he exclaimed, "The formation is gone. Let's go play on the Primordial Continent and teach the Wu Clan a lesson while we're at it."

"Father and Mother said we should practice meditation here. Wouldn't it be bad if we sneaked out?" Seeing his brothers eager to try, the Tenth Prince hesitated. "The Tenth Prince is just a coward. If he doesn't go, we will," the Fourth Prince said with a pout.

"Tenth Brother, if you are afraid, just stay here and watch. We will be back soon," said the eldest prince, and hurriedly called the other brothers to leave.

Seeing his brothers transform into streaks of red-gold light and leave, the Tenth Prince hesitated for a moment but couldn't help but hurriedly follow them: "Wait for me"

"Haha, go! Go everyone! Only if you die, will the two tribes of Lich and Warlock fight at all costs," the figure of Zhunti Taoist appeared with a chuckle.

"You are truly shameless to plot against a bunch of ignorant youngsters! Zhunti!" A sudden voice rang out, and Zhunti Taoist's face changed slightly when he heard it: "Shi Mo?"

"You say I'm shameless? Aren't you also eyeing Di Jun's child?" Zhunti, who had reacted, couldn't help but say.

"But I didn't intend to plot against them," Shi Mo's cold voice sounded.

"Besides, have you forgotten your own identity? Do you think that just because you and Brother Jieyin are brothers, you can talk to me like this? Do you think you are a saint too?"

"Shi Mo, you..." When Zhunti Taoist heard this, he was immediately embarrassed and angry.

"Hmph!" Shi Mo snorted disdainfully, and the shocked Zhunti Taoist suddenly found it difficult to restrain his breath, revealing the fluctuations of the quasi-saint's magic power.

In an instant, the demon army stationed on the Yingzhou Fairy Island was alarmed. After the leading Daluo Jinxian discovered the Taoist Zhunti, he used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that the ten Golden Crow Princes were missing. He was immediately shocked.

"Who are you? Where are the ten princes of my demon clan?" The demon clan general with the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian shouted angrily at Zhunti.

Swish. Zhunti looked at him coldly, waved his hand and a dazzling light came on. The Golden Immortal of the demon clan turned into a blood rain and fell on the sea.

After making the move, the figure of the Taoist Zhunti disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, an invisible and powerful spiritual wave also spread.

Sensing the remaining aura of the demon race's Golden Immortal, but missing his ten sons, Emperor Jun in the Demon King's Palace in Heaven suddenly stood up with a changed expression.

"Huh? What's going on? I can't even sense Lu Ya and the others. Is someone trying to hide the secret?"

Immediately afterwards, Di Jun, who was unable to sense the whereabouts of his sons, became shocked, angry and anxious, and began to search and investigate with his spiritual sense.

However, what surprised him even more was that his divine sense could not find the whereabouts of the children. Di Jun could not help but become more anxious and hurriedly left the Heavenly Palace, while sending a message to summon Donghuang Taiyi and Kunpeng.
At the same time, somewhere in the void to the east of the prehistoric world, the Taoist Zhunti, holding a crystal bamboo-like magical treasure radiating a mystical aura that bewitched the mind, glanced at the small golden crows swooping down and wantonly setting fire to a Wu tribe in the distance, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)