Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 87 Demon Master Kunpeng, the Greatest Source of Confidence!

The West, Mount Ling.

The Guide Daoist looked at Zhunti beside him and said, "Junior Brother, your actions this time are somewhat rash. If Dijun finds out that it was our Western Regions that killed his sons, how could he let it go so easily?"

"Senior brother, you can rest assured. My actions this time are in accordance with the will of Heaven. Even the four sages will not know about it, let alone Di Jun."

The Taoist Master Zhunti said with great conviction.

"After this incident, the Witch and Demon races will inevitably clash again. Both races will perish after this battle, and it is uncertain whether Di Jun will survive. Senior Brother, you don't need to worry too much."

A smile appeared on Zhunti's face as he spoke again.

"In that case, I can rest assured."

After hearing Zhunti's explanation, Jieyin finally felt relieved and said...

"With the fall of the Lich and Demon races, our Buddhism has finally had a chance to flourish. My brother and I still need to make some careful plans."

The Taoist Master Zhunti said with a smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, junior brother, for the sake of the West."

"What are you saying, senior brother? This is my duty, it's no trouble at all!"

It's not hard work!

It turns out that the bald-headed monk was actually the corpse-severing clone of the Daoist Zhunti.

Now, Chen Jing possessed the body of the unconscious three-legged golden crow and plummeted down into the valley below. After passing through a strange barrier, he entered the valley.

This valley is filled with an ancient atmosphere.

Feeling the ancient aura emanating from it, Chen Jing's mind raced. He seemed to have encountered this aura somewhere before. After a moment, a look of sudden realization appeared on Chen Jing's face. He remembered. In the depths of the East Sea, on that island within the barrier, there was also this same ancient aura.

The valley is not large, only about a hundred miles in circumference.

However, this ancient atmosphere also permeates the entire valley.

"First came Hongjun, then came Heaven, and Lu Ya Daojun was even before that; today I am eighteen years old, and one Chaos is one year."

Just as Chen Jing was looking around the valley, an ancient and weathered voice rang in his ears.

Upon hearing this voice, a faint smile appeared on Chen Jing's face.

He knew his guess was correct. The tenth son of the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun was not named Lu Ya. He had only received Lu Ya's inheritance, so he called himself Lu Ya Daoren.

Judging from the aura emanating from this valley, the real Lu Ya Daoist must have come from the distant chaotic era.

It should be one of the three thousand chaotic gods and demons, and it should be a relatively powerful god and demon.

Back then, when Pangu created the world, he attracted the siege of other gods and demons. Lu Ya should be one of these gods and demons, but he was more powerful and did not perish directly under Pangu's axe.

Instead, like Hongjun and Yangmei, they slipped away into the primordial world after Pangu created the world.

However, whether it was due to severe injuries that it perished or was reborn, in any case, Chen Jing did not find the body of the Chaos God or Demon in this valley, nor did he find any other living beings.

With Chen Jing's powerful physical body, even though his divine sense couldn't spread out here, he only took a short time to explore the entire valley.

Finally, he discovered a natural restriction in the valley.

Even with his quasi-saint level divine sense, he couldn't penetrate it.

The three-legged golden crow was still unconscious, and Chen Jing did not pay attention to it for the time being.

Instead, he sat cross-legged in front of the innate restriction, trying to comprehend it.

He was certain that the legacy of the Chaos God and Demon Lu Ya should be within this innate restriction.

This process of enlightenment took several years.

Just as Chen Jing was comprehending this innate restriction...

On the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

The expressions on the faces of the several demon emperors were not good.

Although they saw the last little golden crow escape severely wounded in the scroll, the nine corpses glowing with fire were still lying on the ground.

As everyone in the scroll disappeared, the scroll also vanished in front of Di Jun and the others.

Di Jun coldly glanced at everyone around him.

When he saw the miserable state of the several demon saints below, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized something.

However, as the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, he was too lazy to explain anything, especially at this critical juncture of anger, he was even less inclined to say anything more.

"This Hou Yi of the Wu tribe dared to kill my son. I hereby order the assembly of all the demon armies. I, the Emperor, will crush this Wu tribe!"

Di Jun's face was contorted with rage.

Although his sons were rather playful, they inherited his talents completely. They did not take human form even when they reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, which shows that they had a deep foundation.

If nurtured properly, they would surely become the pillars of the demon race in the future. However, they were killed in their cradle by the witch race.

The hatred of killing his son made it impossible for Di Jun to remain calm.

"Your Majesty, please reconsider! Our demon race has only just recovered from the last war; now is not the time for further conquest!"

Fuxi quickly stepped forward and addressed Dijun.

"Don't try to persuade me any further, Your Majesty. The hatred for the murder of my sons is irreconcilable. If I don't avenge my poor sons, I will have failed as a father."

At this moment, Di Jun's heart was filled with hatred, and he no longer cared about the wise Heavenly Emperor of the demon race.

"Heavenly Emperor, calm down!"

We are deeply saddened by the fate of the princes, but now is truly not the time. Not only are we still recovering from that battle, but look at the demon saints below; they are probably too weak to participate in the fight right now!

"If we attack the Witch Clan like this, all the plans my demon race has made over tens of thousands of years will be in vain, and countless sons and daughters of my demon race will bleed and die tragically in vain. Is this the situation the Heavenly Emperor wants to see?"

Fuxi continued to plead with him from the side.

Fuxi's words struck Donghuang Taiyi like a thunderbolt, and he calmed down.

Upon witnessing the tragic deaths of his nine nephews, Donghuang Taiyi was immediately filled with rage. Those were the bloodlines of his Three-Legged Golden Crow, and they had perished in an instant.

However, under Fuxi's series of words, he suppressed his anger and quickly calmed down.

He knew that even if he was furious, if he went to the Witch Clan to kill them, he would not only fail to avenge them, but would also be handing them food.

In order to destroy the witch clan, they did not hesitate to slaughter hundreds of billions of humans and forge the witch-slaying sword. If they were to drag the demon clan into the mess because of momentary hatred, it would truly be a case of losing both their sons and their army.

"Brother, Xi Huang is right. Now is indeed not the right time. Moreover, the Demon Master has not yet recovered from that battle. Without someone to control the Zhou Tian Star Array, our demon race has no chance of winning!"

Donghuang Taiyi also advised Dijun.

Just as Fuxi and Taiyi were trying to persuade Dijun, the demon master Kunpeng remained calm and collected.

The fall of the nine demon princes was like the sky falling for other demon emperors, but for the demon master Kunpeng, it brought a sense of pleasure.