Chapter 269: The Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation

Seven days later, the banquet in Heaven ended.

Baichuan and others returned to the Great Thousand Worlds.

The three brothers and sisters of the Phoenix Clan led 28 demon gods, 3,000 demon kings, and 100,000 great demons to the west of the prehistoric world to fight against the fierce beasts.

Only 28 demon gods could not affect the situation on the front battlefield.

And these 28 demon gods, under the leadership of the three brothers and sisters, could earn a lot of merit for Heaven.

Then, it was the front battlefield of the witches and liches.

Emperor Jun led the army in person, and countless demon gods and demon kings followed.

Eighty percent of the demons in the Heavenly Army were mobilized, and the target was directly aimed at the North Heavenly Gate.

Emperor Jun sat in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest, and Xihe held his wrist beside him.

Kunpeng was on the left side of the carriage, and Ziwei was on the right side of the carriage.

The mighty army followed orders, and each demon "soldier" had a solemn face and was full of fighting spirit.

Now is the time when the morale of the Heavenly Court is at its highest.

After experiencing the Heavenly Marriage, the Purple Star Region, and the word "good" from the Taoist Ancestor, every demon clan in the Heavenly Court is full of energy and momentum.

The Witch Clan?

They will definitely be able to defeat the Witch Clan!

At the same time, the few people who returned to the Great Thousand Worlds returned to their normal state.

They sat at the dinner table and ate together.

"Should Junior Sister Nuwa need to stay in seclusion for a while?" Yuanshi asked.

"It's estimated that soon." Fuxi chuckled:

"Master has given us the Qiankun Ding, so it shouldn't take much time."

"Brother, can we really prove our Dao with this?" Tongtian was a little suspicious:

"If that's true, what kind of race is Junior Sister going to create?"

"It should be very strong, right? Who knows." Baichuan took a sip of milk tea and said with a smile.

"You..." Laozi frowned slightly, thinking that Baichuan and Fuxi were very wrong.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother Laozi?" Bai Chuan blinked.

"Are you really not interested in the war between wizards and liches?" Laozi said out his doubts.

Generally speaking, at this time, the two of them would definitely be the first to open the 'Xuan Guang Mirror' and start peeking at the screen.

"Well, actually, it's okay to take a look." Tongtian coughed lightly.

Who wouldn't be 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 joining in the fun seems to have been developed directly, and he is completely different from the previous 'rat generation'.

"Okay, then take a look, Achuan, I'll clear the table first." Bai Ze smiled and began to clean up the dishes.

"Okay." Bai Chuan also nodded, and then the Tao rhyme in his palm flowed, and with the help of the Jade Disc of Creation left on Di Jun, the appearance of the northern battlefield began to appear on the huge screen in front of the sofa.

Tongtian raised his lips and ran to the "refrigerator" to take out a bunch of snacks and drinks.

Baichuan and the others all changed into comfortable training clothes at home, but Tongtian was a special case, wearing all black.

On the sofa, several people leaned against each other in a row, and Laozi sat in the middle.

"Brother Baichuan, tell me, who researched this thing?" Tongtian took a deep breath from his pipe and smacked his lips.

"I researched it." Baichuan's eyes twitched slightly:

"Smoke it, Brother Tongtian, if it's good, smoke more."

Smoking a cigarette... For people like them, of course, there is no harm at all. Baichuan even found something called "Langzi", which was simply improved and hybridized, and is now growing in the small garden.

This Tongtian's style is too outrageous.

Baichuan plans to let Tongtian feel the charm of "perming" in two days.

"Can the picture reach the Wu clan?" Yuanshi asked.

"Of course." Baichuan raised his hand, and the screen was directly cut to the Wu Clan camp.

"Puff! Cough cough cough cough!" Tongtian choked and pointed at the screen:

"Wu Clan, who did this?"

If it was an ordinary speech, Tongtian would not be surprised.

However, this is the Wu Clan, and it is very outrageous!

One by one, the strong men held their heads high and shouted loudly, "I am the demon clan", a bunch of indescribable vulgar words.

Yuanshi was silent for a moment and clenched his fists:

"When I become a saint, I will definitely make these vulgar words a taboo in the prehistoric world."

It's just making the best use of it.

On a simple podium of the Wu Clan, Xing Tian cursed more and more happily, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to the back of his head.

"Well, let's watch the demon clan." Baichuan was slightly embarrassed and cut the screen back to Di Jun.

You don't know until you see it, you will be shocked when you see it.

Even Laozi's fingers twitched slightly:

"This Xihe, is already... pregnant?"

This, can't be possible? It can't be so fast, right?

I have never heard of any innate great god, let alone a quasi-saint, who can get pregnant so quickly.

How many days has Di Jun been married?

Only a week, right?

"It is indeed... a bit fast." Fuxi said with some embarrassment.

"How can I not be happy after holding back my virginity for three hundred years?" Baichuan said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Junior brother, this is wrong!" Tongtian said seriously:

"Who among you here is not?"

Yuanshi: "..."

Laozi: "..."

Fuxi: "..."

Baichuan: "..."

Tongtian even said to himself that he was silent.

After a moment of silence, Baichuan spoke again:

"Let's take a look at the ancestors, this should be no problem."

So, the scene went directly to the camp of the twelve ancestors.

At this time, Shebi Shi was tied to the wall, his limbs were entangled by the chains of the avenue, and he kept roaring in a low voice.

However, a layer of time barrier directly isolated him from the outside, and the other ancestors could not hear a word.

This scene was too... rude.

Of the other eleven ancestors, only Zhu Jiuyin and Dijiang were awake.

The others were meditating and practicing, and seemed to be affecting the energy of the earthly evil.

In the center of the ancient witches, there stood twelve black banners. The evil spirit on the banners made the people in the Great Thousand World feel a little pain in their eyes.

"This thing!" Yuanshi's pupils shrank:

"Father God?"

The ancient, heavy, and vast aura was the most familiar thing to the Three Pure Ones!

Laozi's expression was no longer calm, and he whispered: "Second brother, calm down, this thing should be the Earthly Evil Banner of the Twelve Dutian Gods and Evils Formation in our inherited memory."

Tongtian's breathing was inevitably a little hurried:

"Big brother, second brother, this thing is actually in the hands of the witch clan... If this formation is completed, wouldn't it be..."

Pangu's true body!

In an instant, several people were thinking a lot.

Baichuan turned the camera away and returned to the demon clan.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

"Brother, turn it off." Yuanshi sighed softly:

"I won't watch it anymore."

As he said that, Yuanshi looked at Baichuan:

"Now I understand why you are waiting for the world to be free from catastrophe."

This trump card of the Wu clan is absolutely unique in the prehistoric world, and it is something that has never been seen before.

Once this formation is launched, no one can defeat it.

In the hearts of the three Sanqing, if the real Father God is resurrected... I'm afraid that Master is not his opponent.

"Okay, three brothers, concentrate." Baichuan's Taoist heart was clear and unfolded, suppressing the emotions of several people:

"Why don't we play mahjong?"

"Good!"

"Okay."

"Let's go! (Smash the pipe)"