Chapter 270 The monster clan attacks!
The demon clan's army gathered together, and their momentum shot straight up to the nine heavens.
The chilling atmosphere of war filled the entire Northern Territory.
In the sky, on the earth, in the void.
All you can see are the demon clan in darkness.
Compared to the Monster Clan, the Witch Clan’s number is not even one ten thousandth.
But even so, the balance of the battle is still tilting towards the Witch Clan.
Di Jun was sitting on the cart, holding the handrail, his eyes solemn and profound.
‘There are only sixty days left until the seventy-second day…’
"Second brother." Di Jun stepped out of the cart and called.
A rainbow-colored escaping light flashed quickly and landed in front of Di Jun.
"Brother!" Tai smiled and looked relaxed.
"Yes." Di Jun nodded lightly, and then said:
"Get ready to march. Tomorrow you will lead the troops, lead the four demon gods Shi Lie, Gui Che, Jiu Ying, and Shang Yang, and then lead their lower generals to launch the first wave of raids."
Di Jun unfolded a sheepskin map and drew a circle at a location on it:
"The Witch Clan is preparing their trump card. There should be no preparations within sixty days for a surprise attack on the northwest of the Witch Clan's territory. In this battle, these big witches will be killed first."
"Brother, what's the next step?" Tai nodded, looking forward to the next chapter.
"Next step, go straight to Huanglong." Emperor Jun circled another place: "Go straight from the northwest to the northeast, kill all the two tribes in this area, pay special attention to a few people, one is Yi, the other is Xingtian, and the third is His name is Xiang Liu, and he has four bragging fathers.
"These four people need to pay special attention. This route is just right. All four of them can be met. If you meet Xingtian, kill Xingtian first."
"Okay!" Tai nodded and put the parchment in his bag:
"Brother, do you have any more instructions?"
"That's it for the time being. Sixty days should be enough. Help me send a message to the demon master."
"Brother, I obey!" Taiyi retreated, and after a while, Kunpeng rushed over.
"Demon Master, you are here." Di Jun raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.
"I have met Your Majesty." Kunpeng saluted.
"There is no need to be polite. The decisive battle between the lich and the lich is about to begin. Demon Master, I have an important task for you." Di Jun's face was slightly solemn.
This scene made Kunpeng have to be a little more serious:
"Your Majesty, please speak."
"In the south, you led the Feng Clan, Qilin Clan armies, as well as the four demon gods Yingzhao, Chaofeng, Ji Meng, Feida, and their demon kings and demon gods to raid the south.
"Starting from tomorrow, we will walk through the Heavenly Teleportation Formation and the East Tianmen into the ancient wilderness to attack and kill the witch clan. During this trip... we may encounter the ancestral witch. Is the demon master capable of fighting?"
Kunpeng frowned slightly: "With the two spiritual treasures given by His Majesty, if you encounter the ancestral witches other than Zhu Jiuyin and Di Jiang, you will definitely be able to fight."
"Good, that's enough." Di Jun smiled and said:
"Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin have my second brother here. He will make a surprise attack from the northwest. You can advance again after the war breaks out."
"I accept your order!" Kunpeng bowed and then said:
"Does your Majesty have any other instructions?"
"Send a message to Emperor Ziwei."
"My lord, take your orders."
After another long while, Ziwei hurried over.
"I have met His Majesty."
"Yes." Di Jun nodded and spoke faster:
"Tomorrow we will launch a general attack on the Wu clan, and Taiyi will march from the northwest."
Di Jun took out another picture and circled Taiyi's route, and then circled Kunpeng's route:
"The two of them will each lead a large army to attack, and you will lead the troops to break out from the front battlefield, leading Xuan She and the Twenty-Eight Constellations, all the way to the center of the Wu Clan."
"On the sixtieth day, you must all go to this central area, form a star formation, and fight to the death with the ancestral witches."
Emperor Jun circled the central area of the Wu clan's territory:
"This is where the twelve ancestral witches are currently retreating. They are planning their final trump card. What we have to do is to kill the witch clan before they leave seclusion..."
A cold light flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and the murderous intention condensed into reality, making people shudder:
"Kill!"
After saying this, Emperor Jun waved his hand: "There is no need to be merciful in this battle, and there is no need to worry about any karma. I am ordering all demon clans that this battle is a fight to the death. This battle must be won!"
"If you have the strength of a demon king, you will chase and kill the little witch. If you have the strength of a demon god, you will also chase and kill the little witch! Kill all the witches!"
Sixty days, only sixty days left.
It is already imminent.
"Your Majesty, take your orders!" Ziwei bowed and saluted, this time, very solemnly.
"Good." Di Jun nodded:
"Go ahead with the order. This battle must be won."
"yes!"
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"What is this Emperor Jun doing? Destroying his destiny?" Yuan Shi asked, confused.
In Yuanshi's eyes, Emperor Jun's behavior was tantamount to destroying his destiny.
The behavior of "bullying the small with the big" is indeed harmful to one's morale, especially in such a large-scale battle.
"Di Jun... must be thinking of a last ditch effort, right?" Tongtian reacted this time:
"Junior Brother Baichuan, you already knew the Wu Clan's trump card and told it to Di Jun before you were robbed, right?"
"Well," Bai Chuan fell silent for a while:
"Di Jun's actions were twofold. One was to fight to the death with the witch clan. He no longer had any hope of continuing to live, and only wanted to kill all the witches.
“Secondly, to preserve the last traces of the demon clan, there will be only 20% of the demon clan left in Heaven, as well as the few demon clan brought out by the three brothers and sisters, as well as these big and small demons who have not set foot on the battlefield. "
Di Jun can really see things through.
The calculation is in this.
Di Jiang is the most important character.
In Baichuan's eyes, Di Jun has been thoroughly analyzed. Di Jun is ready to "sacrifice". The most fundamental problem of the witch and lich disaster lies in the initial ecological chain problem.
As long as all the witches are killed, then everything will calm down.
What can the witches do even if the ancestor witch is still alive?
The generals of the witches have been killed and injured, and the prehistoric world will no longer accommodate the already few witches.
Even if the ancestor witch is alive, there is Di Jiang who is determined to inherit the "Pangu ambition", what crisis can the demons face?
Di Jun's arrangement is already quite comprehensive.
There is no way to face the last "fear", it is impossible to beat it, there is only despair.
In this case, use this final countdown to solve the root of the problem, and the witch and lich disaster will end.
Several people in the Great Thousand Worlds fell silent again.
The heaviness of the catastrophe is deeply engraved in the hearts of several people.
The situation of the lich is serious, far beyond the three tribes, and even beyond the battle between the Taoists and the demons!
Several disciples of Kunlun Mountain have been a little overwhelmed by the depressing atmosphere.
Tongtian saw this and laughed and scolded:
"Why are you watching here! It's been a long time since you fed the cows. Hurry up and feed the cows. Kill one to taste it in the evening."
"Yes! Master/Uncle Master!"
Several disciples hurriedly walked out of the villa and went straight to the cowshed.
"I'm afraid there will be countless casualties in this battle." Laozi said sullenly.
"Will Master take action?" Tongtian looked at Laozi and asked.
"No." Baichuan gave a direct answer:
"No matter how the catastrophe of heaven and earth evolves and develops, Master will not take action even once. Master has already conformed to the way of heaven and must be fair."
"Junior brother, elder brother, second brother." Tongtian said with some entanglement:
"If the demon clan is defeated in the final battle, if the witch clan wants to continue to take action against the big demons, can we take action to preserve the incense of all spirits?"
Yuanshi did not speak, but looked at Laozi.
Laozi closed his eyes and said slowly: "Yes."
"Okay!" Tongtian nodded: "If we take action together, we should be able to... stop the witch clan."
"Third brother." Laozi glanced at Tongtian: "Don't think too much. Once the witch clan's trump card is out, the three of us are the ones who can't take action the most."
Tongtian was stunned, and Yuanshi nodded.
"It doesn't matter. The result of this battle is still undecided. Brothers don't have to worry too much. Besides, the witch clan is not completely evil." Baichuan said.
"I hope so." Yuanshi sighed, and then moved his eyes to Fuxi who was already "asleep": "What is this, Junior Brother Fuxi?" "Control Ziwei again." Baichuan smiled and said: "Ziwei's incarnation is the Three Corpses Incarnation Method. I forgot to tell the three senior brothers about this incarnation. This incarnation avoids the problem of becoming a spirit, but it often requires human control." Generally speaking, there is no need for such complete immersion, but at this moment, it is the time for the final battle, and Fuxi must also pay attention. "No matter the rise and fall, the living beings are the most miserable." Laozi sighed. A word awakened the dreamer. Everyone present was silent and watched quietly. On the front battlefield, the demon clan blew the horn of counterattack. In the territory of the Wu clan, today is a sleepless night, bonfire, dancing, a group of strong men and women, drinking and eating meat, happy and boundless. The unique Wu clan language, gurgling, ringing non-stop. There are several bonfire parties almost every year, and this year it has become once every two days.
The witch tribe, led by an unknown witch, has begun to open champagne in advance.
The northwest of the witch tribe's territory.
Ben was singing and dancing.
"Hey? What do you see?"
A little witch pointed to the sky.
Suddenly, everyone looked over:
"It's getting light so soon today?"
"Yes, yes, it feels like we just played for one, two, three, four hours."
"Wait a minute, why do you feel a little hot suddenly?"
"Hahahahaha, our bonfire is too hot! The fire of that fire ancestor witch is really powerful!"
"No! I feel! It's even hotter!"
Suddenly, everyone realized that something was wrong.
They all looked at the endless white light in the sky.
A closer look showed that it was not two days at all, but countless fireballs!
"This! This is the real fire of the sun!"
The sound of fear instantly made the whole tribe noisy.
Of course, there was no time to say anything more.
Blazing white flames fell, and the endless void was burned up in an instant. The sea of fire for countless miles set the sky on fire, and the night was as bright as day!
There was no survivor in the entire tribe.
Two figures rushed out of the sea of fire, showing their true bodies that were millions of feet long, and a roar shocked the countless flames back.
"Great witch, die!"
A roar resounded through billions of miles, and then countless sword lights fell, blazing white sword energy, extremely sharp!
The Great Way of Gold!
Then, a huge lion king with golden light all over his body rushed out, aiming directly at one of the great witches.