Chapter 241 The Beginning of the Lich

Dong Wanggong died, and his true spirit was split into two halves, one of which, accompanied by endless evil thoughts, turned into Di Jun's "Heavenly Emperor Tribulation".

Di Jun stood in the void in a daze, and Dong Wanggong's voice seemed to echo in the starry sky for a long time.

After a long time, Di Jiang gradually calmed down his anger, glanced at Di Jun, and then fled at the speed of light.

The two did not talk, and there was no need to talk.

After this battle, the next battle will be between them.

After a long time, maybe three days, maybe a week, Di Jun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly.

Dong Wanggong, really...

At this moment, in the Heavenly Court.

Thirty-two Heavens.

The war is over, and it took only four or five days in total.

In a hall where the roof was blown off, Kunpeng and Taiyi led several demon gods to gather.

"Damn the witch tribe!" Shi Lie cursed and slammed the table: "I thought he was supporting us!"

"Who would have thought." Ying Zhao sighed helplessly:

"In the end, he killed nearly a thousand demon gods in my heaven..."

"Sooner or later, there will be no witches in the world!"

"I will definitely kill all the witches in the world!"

"We actually trust the witch tribe, we are really blinded!"

"Everyone, please be quiet." Kunpeng frowned and said:

"The purpose of the witch tribe this time is to disrupt us. Your Majesty once said that there are many people in the fairy court... who are our own people."

Taiyi frowned, clenched his fists, and his face was very tense. After a moment, he loosened his fists again.

At this time, you should not cause trouble for your elder brother, but... what should you do?

Taiyi thought for a while, and then said: "Everyone, you should count the prisoners of the fairy court after the war..."

Taiyi was a little embarrassed when he said this.

Kunpeng looked at Taiyi in surprise. It was very rare that this Donghuang could say these things.

"Leave the statistics of the post-war matters to me." Kunpeng volunteered:

"Yingzhao, you take people to count the treasury and the area of ​​destruction in the heavenly court. Feilian, you follow me to count the number of casualties. After the statistics are completed, send a martyr's gift to their relatives... They are all heroes of the heavenly court."

"Good, I obey the order of the demon master."

"Demon master, don't leave yet." Taiyi smiled bitterly and said:

"Why don't you think about what to do with the prisoners of the immortal court... This number is not small, more than ten trillion."

Kunpeng raised the corner of his lips slightly:

"When Ziwei is well, he will probably be done soon."

"Not bad."

A purple light fell, and Ziwei appeared:

"Your Majesty the East Emperor, there seem to be two ways to deal with the prisoners of the immortal court, but in fact there is only one. Leave it to me."

Taiyi's brows were relaxed, he raised his hand and bowed, and said with some discomfort:

"Then I'll trouble the emperor."

"I will definitely live up to your trust." Ziwei smiled lightly.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at the demon gods:

"That's it, everyone get busy. Since the demon master has counted the post-war period, you should not be idle. Stabilize the people's hearts, rebuild the heaven, and wait for His Majesty to return."

"Yes!" Shi Lie took the lead:

"Then I and Ayang will take people to rebuild the palace?"

"Yes." Ziwei nodded.

"Take me with you!"

"Yes, take me with you, old lion."

Everyone got busy, and Taiyi asked, "What should I do?"

"Well..." Ziwei pondered for a few times: "You go to see His Majesty, His Majesty is still in the ancient starry sky, Dong Wanggong is dead, and His Majesty needs to come forward to personally recruit those high-level officials in the fairy court."

"Okay!" Taiyi nodded, and then turned into a rainbow-colored escape light and left.

In the starry sky, Di Jun was still standing there.

"Brother!"

A hearty and crisp voice awakened Di Jun who was in a trance.

Di Jun slowly turned his head, and Tai Yi was startled by his haggard face. He quickened his pace and hurried forward:

"Brother, what happened to you? Didn't the King of the East die? How come..."

"No problem." Di Jun waved his hand and forced a smile:

"It's just a little trouble brought by the King of the East. How is the Heavenly Court?"

"Heavenly Court..." Tai Yi's tone sank: "With the help of fellow Taoist Nuwa, there is no big problem under the twenty-first heaven. Countless people in the Immortal Court have been captured. The others..."

"Well," Di Jun nodded, his face became more serious:

"Brother, I understand."

The atmosphere became heavy. It was normal for the other heavens to be damaged, and Di Jun had expected it.

"No, brother." Tai Yi shook his head slightly:

"When the Wu Clan knew the defeat and fled in the Immortal Court, they attacked the demon gods. My Heavenly Court... thousands of demon gods died in the battle."

Thousands!

Di Jun's expression became more serious.

"Be kind to their families... appease their relatives, everything that can be done is essential."

"I understand, big brother..." Taiyi clenched his fists:

"But when will we take action against the Wu clan? They are too bullying! Chitie also died in their hands..."

"Is Chitie dead?" Di Jun said in a daze.

Chitie, the last of the ten demon gods, was personally appointed by Di Jun.

"Well..." Taiyi loosened his fist, and his tone became a little more silent: "Xingtian and three other great witches teamed up to kill Guiche..., Chitie exploded, killing a great witch and seriously injuring Xingtian."

Chitie, a quasi-saint of luck, had just been promoted for less than a week, a warmonger, Taiyi's old sparring partner, and could even break free from the restraints under the Chaos Bell for one hundredth of a second, when he was perfect in Daluo.

A former casual cultivator in the northern border, and later a battle maniac who remained unknown.

The two fell silent together.

Until Di Jun spoke:

"Let's go, back to heaven."

In the twenty-ninth heaven, in a ruin of more than 100 million miles.

There was chaos in the void, as well as the murderous intent and evil thoughts that had not yet dissipated, and... the young Taoist in black kneeling on the ground in the center.

His name is Guiche.

"Old rhino... why did you save me?" Gui Che's voice was hoarse, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, just... a little empty.

"The Heavenly Court was just established, and we finally made it through..."

"Even if I die, there are three majesties to avenge me. You saved me, how can I repay this huge karma?" Gui Che's voice became even hoarser, and he raised his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something.

Gui Che looked at the small bronze bell standing beside him,

and was silent for a long time.

Two rainbow-colored escape lights fell, watching from a distance without disturbing him.

Finally, a line of blood and tears slid from Gui Che's left eye, the tear marks were very deep, and this tear was as heavy as the Milky Way.

"Old rhino, I accept this karma, I must kill Xing Tian to sacrifice your soul!"

"Ah!"

Gui Che seemed to collapse at this moment and roared.

Di Jun stepped forward, stood beside the ghost car, pressed down on the ghost car's shoulder with one hand, and looked forward:

"Ghost car, go to the treasury later to get a top-grade innate spiritual treasure."

Di Jun said calmly: "I will remember the hatred of the witch clan in my heart. Regroup and wipe out the witch clan sooner or later."

"Your Majesty." Ghost car could no longer hold back, kneeling in the void and crying like a child.

The sound of sobbing made Di Jun a little bit unbearable.

"Your Majesty, I will kill Xingtian!" Ghost car was in tears, his face was very "ugly", and he said word by word: "I, I will kill Xingtian, Xingtian, must, die! Your Majesty, the witch clan... the witch clan must be destroyed!"