Chapter 244 The Third Lecture Is Coming

Wu Clan, Pangu Hall.

Two people were standing in the empty hall, and one was lying.

"Zhu Lao Er, why hasn't this Shebishi woken up yet?" Dijiang frowned.

"I don't know either." Zhu Jiuyin also had a puzzled look in his eyes.

In fact, to be honest, Zhu Jiuyin felt that the time was almost up, and no matter how immersed he was in it, he should have woken up by now.

After all, a dignified ancestor of witches couldn't really get lost in it, right?

At this moment, Shebishi's external injuries had completely disappeared, and there was not even a trace of them, but he still couldn't wake up.

"How about... asking someone to help?" Dijiang pondered for a few times, and then said.

"Who to ask?" Zhu Jiuyin sighed lightly: "Ask the Three Pure Ones? Or ask Bai Ze? They can't solve this problem either."

You can't ask Donghuang Taiyi, right? The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it? That would be too absurd.

Dijiang also sighed and said slowly: "Let's wait and see."

Zhu Jiuyin pinched his nose, really... getting more and more worried every day.

There was a 'big battle' just before, and the next thing was that Shebi Shi hadn't woken up yet.

"By the way, big brother." Zhu Jiuyin raised his head and suddenly asked: "That day you and Dijun fought against Dong Wanggong, what happened in the end?"

Dijiang looked slightly embarrassed. Could he tell Zhu Jiuyin that he was accidentally tricked by Dong Wanggong and almost lost his mind, but in the end he relied on Dijun to protect his mind?

Impossible! Absolutely can't say!

"It's nothing, Dong Wanggong turned into the Heavenly Emperor Tribulation, cursing us liches to die a bad death." Dijiang said lightly.

"Ha." Zhu Jiuyin sneered: "He even cursed."

"Don't underestimate Dong Wanggong." Dijiang said slowly: "It's because he's dead, otherwise... we really have to be on guard against him. I still remember that when he first came into contact with us, he was not Gonggong's opponent. In that last battle..."

Dijiang could clearly feel that Dong Wanggong was at least as good as him. If it was a one-on-one battle, with so many spiritual treasures in his hands, it would be very difficult to deal with him.

"Fortunately, he is dead." Zhu Jiuyin said.

"By the way." Dijiang looked at Zhu Jiuyin: "Is there any way to protect your mind? To ensure that you are not affected?"

Dijiang discovered the weakness of the Wu clan.

He didn't have a soul and was not good at dealing with these things. If he really encountered this powerful person... the result was self-evident.

"Well, let me think about it." Zhu Jiuyin frowned, thought for a long time, and then said:

"In fact, what I can think of is to protect myself and my mind with the Great Dao. There is no way, and we can't learn those obscure magical powers..."

Zhu Jiuyin knows about some people's magical powers.

For example, Tongtian's sword heart is clear, which is a great magical power to protect the mind.

There is also Baichuan's Dao heart is clear, which is directly copied and even better.

Zhu Jiuyin also only knows the name, but doesn't know what its effect is.

There are many other innate powers who directly use spiritual treasures to protect their minds, which is countless times more convenient than the witch clan.

"That's all." Dijiang sighed lightly: "I will study this magical power later, and you should pay more attention to it. The shortcomings of our witch clan need to be solved."

"Well." Zhu Jiuyin nodded solemnly. Since returning from the Heavenly Court, Zhu Jiuyin rarely showed his previous frivolous appearance. Maybe the object of bullying has not woken up yet.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the Great Thousand Worlds.

Baichuan closed his eyes, sat on the lawn, and supported his face with one hand.

In front of him was a chessboard, on which the chess pieces were arranged in different ways.

Baichuan slowly opened his eyes, chuckled, and placed the last piece.

Buzz!

The world was silent, and the chessboard evolved countless past events, and finally stopped at the scene of Emperor Jun and all the tribes worshipping.

The endless heaven, the luxuriously decorated Temple of the Sun, the figure in the emperor's robe on the high platform, and below, thousands of top demon gods worshiped together, Donghuang on the left, Ziwei on the right, and Kunpeng Shilie standing on both sides.

"This story is a good ending." Baichuan chuckled and took the chessboard back.

There was almost nothing left before the three lectures, and the remaining time was to rest well.

Of course, it was impossible to rest, and it was impossible to rest in this life.

The remaining time was left to comprehend the Qiongguan Formation, and Baichuan did not intend to completely forget the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

So, Baichuan came directly to the Qiongguan formation, crossed his legs, meditated, and quietly comprehended.

"Going into seclusion again?" Fuxi was slightly startled, looked in the direction of Baichuan, then shook his head and chuckled.

Baichuan was in seclusion, and Nuwa was also in seclusion, and it seemed that each of them had gained a lot.

"Boss Fuxi, where is Boss Bai Ze?" Jin Peng appeared from nowhere and asked with a smile.

"Bai Ze..." Fuxi smiled:

"He should have gone out with Hou Tu, and the two have not come back."

"Ah?" Jin Peng frowned slightly:

"Did he forget that he had a disciple?"

Jin Peng was really thinking about his "sister". It had always been someone else who taught Bai Ze. Bai Ze left Xuan Nu only a book of alchemy...

"No problem." Fu Xi smiled:

"Where is Xuan Nu? If you have any questions, just ask me."

"Okay, boss." Jin Peng smiled, then said shyly:

"Boss, can I go out for a while?"

"Hmm?" Fu Xi blinked: "What for?"

"Hehe." Jin Peng scratched his head: "Fu Zhu said he would take us out to play. He met an old Taoist outside. He said that the old Taoist's Yin and Yang Dao is very strong. I want to compete with him."

Fu Xi blinked, calculated with his fingers, and his smart fingers kept moving. The last Yin and Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of him...

"Tai Chi? Ice coffin?"

Fuxi smiled: "Shan, go ahead, remember to say hello to that person, and don't contradict him."

"Ah?" Jin Peng asked in confusion: "Boss, do you know that person?"

"No," Fuxi shook his head lightly: "But that person is very senior, you must not offend him, maybe you can learn something from him."

"Okay, thank you, boss! Then I and Fu Zhu will go out!"

Fuxi thought for a while, looked at the back that had already left and called again:

"Go to Zixiao Palace by yourself, and take Xiao Kong with you, you may all gain something."

"Yes! Boss!"

So, Kong Xuan, Jin Peng, and Fu Zhu embarked on a journey to the extreme north of the prehistoric world.

After they all left, Fuxi leaned on Baichuan's recliner, put on sunglasses, basked in the sun, and fell asleep leisurely.

At this moment, there are still about two yuanhui before the third lecture, so you can set aside about one yuanhui in advance.

Thus, the gears of fate turned again.

In the quiet time, time pressed the acceleration key, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the day of the three lectures in Zixiao Palace, and only one Yuanhui was left.

At the same time, countless powerful people came out of retreat... A large number of demon gods in the heaven gathered in the thirty-third heaven.