Chapter 269 The Great Formation of the Twelve Capital Gods
Seven days later, the banquet in heaven ended.
Bai Chuan and others returned to the Great Thousand World.
The three brothers and sisters of the Feng Clan led twenty-eight demon gods, three thousand demon kings, and one hundred thousand great demons to the west of the ancient wilderness to defeat the ferocious beasts.
Only twenty-eight demon gods could not affect the situation on the frontal battlefield.
And these twenty-eight demon gods, under the leadership of the three brothers and sisters, can earn a lot of merit for heaven.
Then, it was the Lich's frontal battlefield.
The emperor's commander personally marched on the battlefield, followed by countless demon gods and demon kings.
In the Heavenly Army, 80% of the demon clan were mobilized, aiming directly at Beitianmen.
Di Jun was sitting in the cart with his eyes closed and concentrating. Xi He was holding his wrist by his side.
Kunpeng is on the left side of the cart, and Ziwei is on the right side.
The mighty army was ordered to stop, and all the demon clan 'soldiers' had solemn faces and full of fighting spirit.
Now is the time when the morale of Heaven is at its highest.
After experiencing the Heavenly Marriage, the Ziwei Star Realm, and the Tao Ancestor’s single word of ‘goodness’, every demon clan in the Heavenly Court is full of energy and momentum.
Witch clan?
They will definitely be able to kill the Witch Clan!
At the same time, several people who returned to the Great Thousand Realm returned to their normal state.
We sat at the dining table and ate together.
"Should Junior Sister Nuwa remain in seclusion for a while?" Yuan Shi asked.
"I guess it will be soon." Fuxi chuckled:
"Master has already given the Qiankun Ding, it shouldn't take long."
"Brother, can we really use this to prove the truth?" Tongtian was a little confused:
"If this is really the case, then what kind of race is Junior Sister trying to create?"
"It should be very strong, right? Who knows." Bai Chuan took a sip of milk tea and said with a smile.
"You..." I frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with Bai Chuan and Fu Xi.
"What's wrong, senior brother?" Bai Chuan blinked.
"Are you really not interested in the Lich War?" I expressed my doubts.
Generally speaking, at this time, the two of them are definitely the first to open the 'Xuanguang Mirror' and start to peek at the screen.
"Ahem, actually, you can just take a look." Tongtian coughed lightly.
No one is interested in this kind of thing.
"Master is right!"
"Uncle Master is right!"
The two disciples from Kunlun Mountain also nodded in agreement.
Especially Duobao, since he followed Tongtian, his love for fun seems to have been developed directly, and he is completely different from the previous 'rat'.
"Okay, let's take a look, Ah Chuan. I'll clear the table first." Bai Ze smiled and started to clear away the dishes.
"Okay." Bai Chuan also nodded, and then the Tao Yun circulated in his palm. With the help of the jade plate of creation left on Di Jun's body, the appearance of the northern battlefield began to appear on the huge screen in front of the sofa.
Tongtian raised his lips, ran to the refrigerator and took out a lot of snacks and drinks.
Baichuan and the others all changed into comfortable training clothes at home. Tongtian was an exception and wore all black.
On the sofa, several people stood in a row, and I sat in the center.
"Junior Brother Baichuan, tell me, who studied this game?" Tongtian took a deep breath from the pipe in his mouth and smashed it into his mouth.
"I studied it." Bai Chuan's eyes twitched slightly:
"Sister Tongtian, if you want to smoke, please smoke more if you feel comfortable."
Smoking a cigarette or something... Naturally, there is no harm to people like them. Baichuan even discovered something called a 'mang', which he simply improved and hybridized, and it is now growing in the small garden.
This Tongtian, the painting style is too outrageous.
Baichuan plans to let Tongtian experience the charm of 'hair perm' in two days.
"Can the picture reach the Wu Clan?" Yuan Shi asked.
"You have nothing to do." Bai Chuan raised his hand, and the screen cut directly to the Wu Clan camp.
"Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!" Tongtian choked and pointed at the screen:
"Witch clan, who did it?"
If it were an ordinary speech, Tongtian would not be surprised.
However, this is the Witch Clan, and it is very outrageous!
The strong men held their heads high and shouted loudly, "I am the demon clan", a bunch of indescribable vulgar words.
Yuan Shi was silent for half a minute and clenched his fists:
"When poor people become saints, these vulgar words must be made a taboo in ancient times."
It's simply a waste of money.
On a simple podium of the Wu Clan, Xing Tian got more and more happy as he cursed, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head.
"Ahem, let's watch the demon clan." Bai Chuan was slightly embarrassed and switched the screen back to Di Jun.
You don’t know this by looking at it, and you’re shocked when you look at it.
Even my fingers twitched slightly:
"This Xihe is...pregnant?"
This, isn’t it? It can't be so fast, right?
I have never heard of any great innate god, even a quasi-sage, who can get pregnant so quickly.
How many days has Emperor Jun been married?
It's only been a week, right?
"It's true... it's a bit fast." Fuxi said with some shame.
"Can't you be unhappy after holding back the boyish body of the Little Three Hundred Yuan Club?" Bai Chuan said with a bit of ridicule.
"Junior brother, this is wrong!" Tongtian said seriously:
"Of all of you here, who is not?"
Yuanshi: "..."
Lao Tzu: "..."
Fuxi: "..."
Shirakawa:"……"
Tongtian even said to himself that he was silent.
After a moment of silence, Bai Chuan spoke again:
"Look at Zu Wu, this should be fine."
As a result, the scene went directly to the camp of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
At this time, Shebi's corpse was tied to the wall, his limbs were entangled with the chains of the avenue, and he kept roaring in a low voice.
However, a layer of time barrier directly isolated it, and the other ancestral witches couldn't hear it at all.
This picture is too... grassy.
Among the other eleven ancestral witches, only Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang were awake.
Others are meditating and practicing, and seem to be affecting the evil spirits of the earth.
In the center of the group of ancestral witches, there stood twelve large black flags. The evil energy on those flags made several people from far away in the Great Thousand Realm feel a bit stinging in their eyes when they glanced at it.
"This thing!" Yuanshi's pupils shrank:
"Father God?"
That simple, heavy, and vast atmosphere is what Sanqing is most familiar with!
I no longer looked indifferent, and said in a low voice: "Second brother, calm down, this thing should be in our inherited memory... the Earthly Evil Flag of the twelve capitals of the Heavenly Evil Formation."
Tongtian's breathing became a little faster:
"Eldest brother, second brother, this thing is actually in the hands of the Wu clan... If this formation is completed, wouldn't it be..."
Pangu’s true form!
For a moment, several people were thinking a lot.
Bai Chuan turned the camera away and returned to the demon clan.
The atmosphere fell silent again.
"Junior brother, please shut it down." Yuan Shi sighed softly:
"Don't watch anymore."
Saying that, Yuan Shi looked at Bai Chuan:
"Brother, now I understand why junior brother is waiting for Tiandi Wujie."
This trump card of the Wu Clan is definitely something that is unique in the wild and is cut off from ancient and modern times.
Once this formation comes out, no one can defeat it.
In the hearts of Sanqing and the other three, if the real Father God were resurrected... I am afraid that even Master would be no match for him.
"Okay, three senior brothers, please calm down." Bai Chuan's Taoist heart opened up clearly, suppressing the emotions of several people:
"How about playing mahjong?"
"good!"
"Can."
"Let's go! (Smash the pipe)"