I Have a Trillion Merits

Penglai Xiandao.

Hong Yun raised his eyes slightly, the divine light in his eyes saw hundreds of millions of miles away, and saw a divine light flying out from the sun star, heading straight for the Wohuang Palace.

He nodded slightly, thinking in his heart: "It seems that Di Jun wants to arrange Lu Ya in the Wohuang Palace."

Hong Yun shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "This move is clever, but the backhand left by Junior Sister Hou Tu should have an effect soon."

When Hou Tu turned into reincarnation in the future, he saw with his own eyes a drop of Hou Tu's blood essence flying towards the Ancestral Witch Hall.

If Houtu was sanctified before, this drop of blood essence would not mean much to the Ancestral Witch Palace, but the blood essence after her sanctification could help the Wu Clan add another ancestor witch.

Now that Di Jun has arranged for Lu Ya in advance, it proves that it is not far from the time when Daozu's foot ban is not far away.

There was movement on the side of the Yaozu, so how could it be possible that the Wuzu didn't move at all.

Hong Yun nodded slightly, this Great Desolation is really getting more and more interesting, the Lich War is so grand, he can also use this to select some of his own team.

With this in mind, Hong Yun ignored the outside world, closed his eyes and practiced.

The next time I leave the level, it will be the battle of the Lich.

...

In the territory of the Wu tribe.

A great witch hurried to the ancestral witch hall to meet the eleven ancestral witches.

Di Jiang opened his mouth slightly and said, "What are you doing here?"

The big witch bowed his head and said: "A few days ago, I watched a ray of light on the sun star go straight to thirty-three days away, and went straight to the direction of the Snail Palace. Could it be that the Yaozu and others wanted to rescue soldiers."

Zhu Rong said angrily: "I knew that none of these beasts were interesting, but I paid attention to the Wohuang Palace."

Gonggong said: "Brother, I will also go to the underworld to ask for help, sister Houtu."

"presumptuous!"

Di Jiang roared angrily, and said, "You should be respectfully called Houtu Saints or Peaceful Saints, and you must remember that Houtu Saints have little to do with our Wu Clan at this moment."

Gonggong said unwillingly: "The demon clan can ask Nuwa saint for help, why can't my witch clan."

Di Jiang said: "Sage Nuwa is determined not to make a move. If the saint intervenes in this battle, the cause and effect will be even more involved."

Gonggong said: "Then what are the people from the monster clan who went from the sun star to the Wohuang Palace?"

Di Jiang shook his head, the members of the Wu clan had no primordial spirit, and they were even less good at calculating heavenly secrets.

What's more, at this time, the heavenly secrets are so chaotic that even the quasi-sages are not sure, so how can they know what Di Jun really wants to do.

She Bishi on the side said: "No matter what the monster race wants, we must be prepared for a big battle."

"Now that Houtu has been sanctified, I have lost one person in the Twelve Capitals, and the power must have weakened a lot. What will happen when I face the monsters?"

As soon as this remark came out, the field fell silent instantly.

They had thought before that they would all find a top witch of the witch clan to form the Twelve Capital Heaven Formation with them.

But then gave up.

The top witch may not be able to withstand the load of the Twelve Capital Heaven formation, even if it can withstand it, how much power can it have.

How to fight against the Zhoutian Xingchen formation of the Yaozu.

Di Jun asked the great witch who came to report the letter to retreat, and the eleven people couldn't help but fell into deep thought in the ancestral witch hall.

Is there any way to keep the power of the Twelve Capitals Great Formation undiminished.

except them.

Where can the witch clan go to find an ancestor witch to come out and form the Twelve Capital Heaven Formation together with them.

Eleven people were silent for a long time.

finally.

Di Jiang suddenly turned his head to look at the drop of Houtu Sage's blood that was suspended in the Ancestral Witch Hall, and sighed slightly.

"The sage of Houtu is really thoughtful."

Zhu Rong said, "What? Brother has a solution."

Di Jiang nodded slightly, and said, "Actually, that's not the case. All of this is within Sister Houtu's expectations."

"Sister Houtu?"

All the ancestral witches looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what Dijiang meant by his words.

Di Jiang nodded slightly and said: "Actually, sister Houtu has already selected the ancestor witch for us to form the Twelve Capital Heaven Formation."

Gonggong was puzzled and said: "But now among my witch clan, there is no one who has become an ancestor witch."

Di Jiang shook his head and said, "On the day when sister Houtu became a saint, I'm afraid it will be counted as a disaster for my witch clan."

"So after being sanctified, she specially sent this drop of blood essence."

After hearing Di Jiang's words, the rest of the ancestral witches turned their heads to look at the blood essence of Houtu floating behind them.

Di Jiang said again: "Hou Yi was originally the top great witch of our witch clan before, but now he has enhanced the merits of heaven."

"If he came to take this drop of blood essence."

"In less than a hundred years in the world, Houyi will definitely achieve the position of the ancestor witch. By then, the power of my Twelve Capital Heavenly Formation will not decrease but will increase."

As soon as Dijiang said this, all the ancestral witches in the field understood instantly.

Zhu Rong sighed: "The majesty of a sage is really an existence that we cannot fathom."

Di Jiang said: "Since this is the case, there is no need to delay. We should immediately notify Hou Yi to come to my ancestral witch hall."

All the ancestral witches nodded.

Di Jiang immediately gave orders to have someone summon Hou Yi, who was hurting God in the tribe.

Only half a day later, Hou Yi appeared in the Ancestral Witch Hall with a dejected look. It was obvious that what happened to Chang'e had hit him hard.

Seeing Hou Yi's appearance like this, Zhu Rong scolded angrily: "Hou Yi, you still look like a member of my Wu clan."

He really didn't understand that Hou Yi would become like this for a woman.

Hou Yi raised his head, opened his mouth but said nothing.

Di Jiang pondered for a moment, then said: "Hou Yi, I know you are hurting at this moment, but the war between my witch clan and the demon clan is coming soon."

"As the top witch of the witch clan, you should put aside your distracting thoughts at this moment and concentrate on dealing with this battle."

Hou Yi heard the words and said, "Hou Yi knows."

Di Jiang nodded and said, "I've called you here this time to give you some fortune."

"good fortune?"

Hou Yi slightly raised his head to look at the eleven ancestral witches in the arena, and saw that all of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

Hou Yi couldn't help cheering up, and forcibly cheered up.

Di Jiang nodded and said, "You also know that for thousands of years in my witch clan, there have always been only twelve ancestor witches of mine."

"It was even thousands of years ago that the ancestors and queens of our witch clan became saints and established the six realms of reincarnation."

"This also makes my witch clan lose one ancestor witch."

Speaking of this, Di Jiang couldn't help but sighed slightly, at the critical moment, Houtu became holy.

The Wu Clan lost an ancestor witch, which was a big blow to the Wu Clan.

However, there are some benefits after Houtu becomes holy.

At least if his Wu Clan is defeated, they can still retain a trace of blood in the Great Desolate Continent under the protection of Houtu.

Di Jiang continued, "However, after Empress Houtu became holy, she sent a drop of her own blood."

When Hou Yi heard the words, he immediately looked up at the drop of blood essence floating in the Zuwu Temple.