: Witch family plans

Penglai Fairy Island.
Hong Yun raised his eyes slightly, the divine light in his eyes saw through hundreds of thousands of miles away, and a divine light flew out from the sun star and went straight to the Snail Palace.
He nodded slightly, and thought in his heart: "It seems that Emperor Jun wants to arrange Lu Ya in the Snail Palace."
Hong Yun shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "This move is clever, but the back hand left by Junior Sister Houtu should be about to have an effect."
When Hou Tu became reincarnation, he saw a drop of Hou Tu's blood flying towards the Ancestral Witch Palace.
If it were before Hou Tu became a holy, this drop of blood had little meaning to the Ancestral Witch Palace, but the blood after her sanctification could help the Wu Clan add another Ancestral Witch.
Now that Di Jun has arranged Lu Ya in advance, it proves that the time for Daozu's forbidden foot is not far away.
There was movement on the monster clan, so how could the witch clan not move at all.
Hong Yun nodded slightly, this predecessor is really getting more and more interesting, the battle of the Lich is so grand, he can also choose some of his own team.
As soon as he thought of this, Hong Yun ignored the outside world, and then closed his eyes and began to practice.
Next time you leave the level, it will be the battle of the Lich.
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In the Witch Territory.
A great witch hurriedly rushed to the ancestral witch hall and saw the eleven ancestral witches.
Di Jiang slightly opened his mouth and said, "Why are you here?"
The big witch bowed his head and said: "A few days ago, I watched a divine light on the sun star and went straight to the direction of the snail palace 33 days away. Could it be that the monster clan and others are moving rescue soldiers."
Zhu Rong said angrily: "I knew that none of this group of beasts was a good thing, so I paid attention to the Snail Palace."
Gong Gong said: "Big brother, how about going to the underworld to ask sister Houtu for help."
"presumptuous!"
Dijiang roared, and said: "Er and others should be called the Houtu saints, or the peace-hearted saints, and remember that the Houtu saints have little to do with our Wu Clan at this moment."
Gonggong looked unwilling and said: "The monster race can ask the Nuwa saint for help, why can't my witch race."
Dijiang said: "The Nvwa saint will never take action. If the saint intervenes in this battle, the causal involvement will be even greater."
Gong Gong said, "What about the monsters who went to the Snail Palace from the Sun Star?"
Di Jiang shook his head. The members of the Witch Clan had no primordial spirit, and they were even less good at calculating secrets.
What's more, at this time, the secrets of heaven are disordered, and I am afraid that the quasi-sages are not sure, how can they know what Emperor Jun wants to do.
The Shebi corpse on the side said, "No matter what the monster race wants, we must be prepared for the battle."
"Now that Hou Tu has become a holy, I have one less person in the Twelve Capital Array, and the power must have weakened a lot. What should I do when facing the monster race?"
As soon as this statement came out, the scene instantly became quiet.
They had thought before that they were all looking for a top witch from the Witch clan to form the Twelve Capital Array with them.
But then gave up.
The top witch may not be able to withstand the load of the Twelve Metropolis Array, even if it can handle it, how much power can it have.
How to fight against the Yaozu’s Zhoutian Star Array.
Di Jun asked the great witch who had come to report the letter to retreat, and the eleven people in the ancestral witch hall could not help but fall into thought.
Is there any way to keep the power of the Twelve Capital Sky Formation unabated.
Except them.
Where can the Wu Clan find an ancestral witch to come out and form the Twelve Capital Array with them?
Eleven people were silent for a long time.
finally.
Di Jiang suddenly turned his head to look at the drop of blood of the saint of Houtu suspended in the Ancestral Witch Hall, and sighed slightly.
"The saint of Houtu is really thoughtful."
Zhu Rong said, "What? Brother has a way."
Di Jiang nodded slightly and said, "Actually, this is not the case. All this is expected by Sister Houtu."
"Sister Houtu?"
The ancestors looked at each other, wondering what Dijiang said.
Di Jiang nodded slightly and said: "In fact, sister Houtu has long selected the ancestor witch for us to form the Twelve Capital Sky Formation."
Gonggong doubted: "But no one among my witches has become an ancestral witch."
Di Jiang shook his head and said, "On the day when Sister Houtu was sanctified, I am afraid that my Wu clan will have this disaster."
"So after being sanctified, she specially sent this drop of blood."
After hearing Di Jiang's words, the rest of the ancestral witches turned their heads to look at the Houtu essence and blood floating behind them.
Di Jiang said again: "Before Hou Yi was the top great witch of my witch clan, and now he has deepened the virtues of heaven."
"If he comes to take this drop of blood."
"In the world less than a hundred years old, Hou Yi will surely become the ancestor witch, when the time comes, the power of my twelve capital heavenly formation will not decrease but increase."
As soon as Di Jiang said this, the ancestral witches in the field instantly understood.
Zhu Rong sighed: "The power of the saint really makes me wait for an existence that is hard to guess."
Di Jiang said, "In this case, it should not be too late. I should immediately notify Hou Yi to come to my ancestral hall of witches."
The ancestors nodded.
Dijiang immediately ordered to go down and call for Hou Yi who was hurting the tribe.
It was only half a day before Hou Yi appeared in the Ancestral Witch Palace, with a decadent appearance. It was obvious that the affairs of Chang'e dealt a serious blow to him.
Seeing Hou Yi look like this, Zhu Rong scolded angrily: "Hou Yi, you still have the slightest appearance of my Wu Clan."
He really didn't understand how Hou Yi would become like this for a woman.
Hou Yi raised his head, opened his mouth but said nothing.
Dijiang pondered for a moment, and then said: "Hou Yi, I know that your heart hurts at this moment, but the battle between my Wu Clan and the Monster Clan is coming."
"As the top witch of the Witch clan, you should throw out distracting thoughts at this moment and concentrate on the battle."
Hou Yi heard the words and said, "Hou Yi knows."
Di Jiang nodded and said, "I'm here to call you here to give you some good luck."
"good fortune?"
Hou Yi slightly raised his head to look at the eleven ancestral witches in the field, and saw that the face of this person was solemn.
Hou Yi couldn't help but lifted his spirits and forcibly cheered up.
Di Jiang nodded, and said, "You also know that for thousands of years, my witch clan has only been my twelve ancestor witches."
"Thousands of years ago, the ancestor of my witch tribe Houtu became a saint and established the six reincarnations."
"This also makes my Wu Clan one less ancestral witch."
Speaking of this, Dijiang couldn't help but sighed slightly. At the critical moment, Hou Tu became a holy.
The Wu clan has lost an ancestral witch, this blow is still quite big for the Wu clan.
However, after Hou Tu became a holy, there are some benefits.
At least if the Wu Clan was defeated, he would still be able to retain a trace of blood in the Primordial Continent under the protection of Hou Tu.
Di Jiang went on to speak: "However, after Houtu Empress became holy, she sent a drop of her own blood."
Hearing this, Hou Yi immediately raised his head to look at the drop of blood floating in the Ancestral Witch Hall.