When Hongjun stared at him like this, Daochen felt goosebumps all over his body.

Daochen really wants to say, what a big deal to do if I don’t get into the demon clan!

Eat salty radish and worry about it.

Isn’t it good to be in harmony with the way of heaven?

But after thinking about this sentence, Daochen still swallowed it.

There is no way, people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

What's more, it's only a matter of minutes to make Hongjun angry and want to die of tenderness...

"The disciple is also thinking of a way. Isn't this here to collect luck?"

Daochen grinned, and reached out to take the long dragon of luck in the bowl and put it in front of Hongjun.

"Do you think you can refine the Hongmeng purple qi just by using the luck of the Heavenly Court?"

Hongjun looked at Daochen like a fool who was two meters tall and five meters away.

The meaning is very obvious. If you want to be sainted, follow the path I have pointed out for you. You must be fine. You should think about anything else.

"What do I do!"

Daochen wanted to get angry at that time.

If he hadn't been able to beat Hongjun, he really wanted to mention the Hongmeng Tianshi ruler and give Hongjun two feet hard.

Do you think I want to do this?

I'm so forced to do nothing!!!

Now that the two Hongmeng purple auras in his body are fused together, the difficulty of refining is more than a hundred times. Even if he really enters the demon clan by then, the fortune of the demon clan will really fall on him.

He had no idea whether he could really refine the Hongmeng purple qi after the mutation.

But can you tell Hongjun about this?

cannot!

After saying that, it’s just sliced ​​and served. Do you believe it?

"Of course I believe what the teacher said, but the power of luck is extremely precious. Once the Dong Prince falls, it will disappear in vain. Isn't the disciple calculating carefully?"

Based on the principle that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Daochen forcibly suppressed the urge to kill Hongjun in his heart, and squeezed out a smile and said.

"Well, this is not bad. It is indeed commendable for you to have this idea. Master Lu has pointed it out to you. How to go depends on yourself."

Hongjun nodded slightly and then said again.

"I originally wanted to give you a treasure of Kaitian to save it for the future to suppress the fortune of the demon clan, but now you have many treasures in your hands, so I won't give you any more. After entering the demon clan in the future, if you have any questions, you can come to Zixiao Palace to find me."

"The treasure of Kaitian? Teachers and disciples need..."

Daochen was happy when he heard this, and suddenly raised his head and was about to ask Hongjun for a treasure, but he looked up and saw that there was Hongjun's shadow in the entire Dongyang Mountain!

No hair.

Hongjun, you are just trying to make me feel good!!!!!!

Daochen roared wildly in his heart.

The treasure of the sky!

That is a treasure of the same level as the Creation Green Lotus and the Kaitian Axe, which is half a grain higher than his Hongmeng Tianshi ruler.

That's really stupid if he doesn't want to get it.

"Don't worry, when you become a saint in the future, you will be given a gift to your demon court when you become a saint and establish the heavenly court."

However, just as Dao Chen was frantically roaring in his heart, Hongjun's voice suddenly sounded in Dao Chen's ears.

All are tricks!

One slap and one jujube, every word Hongjun appears here today is full of routines.

But I'm sorry, I can't play with you, can I not accept it?

Anyway, the innate gourd vine, Xirang, and Qiankun Cauldron are all in my hands. I can’t play with you Hongjun, can I still play with Nuwa?

I don’t want the luck of the demon clan. Is it okay if I want the luck of the human clan?

Fortunately, Hongjun has left. If Hongjun knew that Daochen would not expect the fortune of the demon clan at all, he would rather use the innate gourd vine, Xirang and Qiankun Cauldron to separate the fortune of the human clan.

Hongjun must be so angry that he spit out an old blood.

At the same time, with Hongjun's departure, the field that covered the entire Dongyang Mountain billions of miles also completely disappeared.

Everyone looked at the scene in disbelief.

The Eastern Prince is dead!

Many elites in the Immortal Court were also dead!

But Dongyang Mountain has miraculously been preserved?

Could it be that the Daozu took action?

For a moment, the same question flashed in everyone's eyes.

But Daochen, the only one present who knew the truth of the matter, had no intention of answering them at all.

Because Daochen was still thinking about how to make Nuwa's little arrogant!

Anyway, even if Dao Chen doesn't plan, I, Yuanshi, and others like Jing Yin Zhunti will plan, so at this moment, Dao Chen plots against Nuwa, and there is no psychological pressure at all.

"Brother? Why did you appear here?"

Donghuang Taiyi came to his senses and saw Dao Chen with a contemplative face in the void not far away, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Before, Daochen entered Dongyang alone and went to the back of the Dong prince and Gong who rushed to the death of Jing Yin Zhunti and the others, which made him very worried.

He kept praying that Daochen would not be discovered by the Eastern Prince.

Unexpectedly, the Dong Prince was dead now, and both Jie Yin and Zhunti disappeared without a trace. Instead, Daochen stood here as if nothing had happened.

This made Donghuang Taiyi breathe a sigh of relief.

Di Jun also looked like he was relieved.

Compared to Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi, the two men were ashamed of relief. The big monsters watching the battle in the void in the distance looked like a dead woman on their faces.

The Eastern Prince was defeated!

What they fear the most eventually happened.

Now that the Witch Clan has no restrictions from the Heavenly Court, their demon clans have really miserable life.

When I thought of this, the many monsters present looked extremely low.

However, just as they were about to leave, a buzz suddenly came from the void.

Pangu's true body, which was as high as billions of feet, suddenly collapsed, and twelve huge figures slowly emerged, which were the twelve ancestor witches.

However, the current Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked a little pale and had a low aura. Obviously, they were not as simple as they imagined to fight with the East Prince’s Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Di Jiang glanced at the remaining forces in the Heavenly Court, who were still almost killed, flashed slightly, and then turned to look at the many big monsters present, including Dao Chen, Di Jun and Donghua Taiyi.

"This matter has been done. My Emperor Jiang wants to establish a ancestral temple in Buzhou Mountain thousands of years later. I want all fellow Taoists to come and watch the ceremony. I wonder if you can come here to enjoy the glory?"

Di Jiang said loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of many monsters present sank slightly.

They thought that when they fought with the Heavenly Court, the witch clan would have to cultivate and rest for a period of time before they could reveal their minions to the demon clans, but they did not expect that the witch clan was so anxious.

Isn’t it a demonstration to say that I am going to enjoy the light?

Those who obey my witch tribe live, and those who go against my witch tribe die!

This is the real purpose of Dijiang's establishment of the witch clan's ancestral home.

"What does your witch clan have to do with my demon clan? If I don't go to the nine-headed Yuanling, whoever loves to go."
Chapter completed!