Chapter 132 Muchen's sophistry! Fuxi gets beaten again!
"Disciple will obey the Master's order!"

Xuan Du bowed and put the River Map and Luo Shu into his pocket.

As a direct disciple of Taiqing Laozi, he is in charge of many affairs of the Human Religion and has great prestige within the human race. Naturally, he would not covet just two top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Otherwise, how could Muchen let him join the Xuanmen?

Seeing this scene, Di Jun's face turned gloomy and he suppressed the humiliation and anger in his heart.

The demon race and the human race are irreconcilable. Now that Cangjie possesses the two treasures, the River Map and the Luoshu, he will surely be able to comprehend the supreme secret method and enhance his realm of cultivation. Then he will become a thorn in the side of Di Jun.

If he hadn't been helpless, Di Jun would have been furious!

He really couldn't afford to offend the Three Purities, so the only option he had was to give in and surrender.

"Emperor, if you have nothing else to do, please leave!"

Taiqing Laozi looked indifferent and spoke slowly to Di Jun.

There was a hint of teasing and amusement in his frown.

Why did Fuxi come to Kunlun Mountain? Di Jun was waiting quietly in Taiqing Palace. Taiqing Laozi had already known their purpose, but he just pretended to be confused.

In this way, the arrogance of Di Jun and Yao Ting can be suppressed.

"Yes, yes!"

Master Tongtian echoed from the side.

The next moment, he slapped his forehead and said apologetically: "Oh, why has my memory suddenly become worse! It seems that the Emperor of Heaven still needs the help of our Three Pure Ones!"

"Emperor of Heaven, if you don't tell me now, when will you tell me?"

This scene, although seemingly lame, actually made everyone laugh.

Di Jun and others were like monkeys, allowing the Three Pure Ones to play with them.

Does the Heavenly Saint have a bad memory?

This is just nonsense and fabrication!

But Di Jun did not dare to refute!
"The witches and liches are fighting for supremacy in the prehistoric world, and they are mortal enemies! Logically speaking, the saints of the Heavenly Dao should not interfere in the affairs of the prehistoric world, but now the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones have formed a brotherhood, which makes this emperor and the demon court uneasy!"

"The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun Daozu have both responded to the oath of the Three Pure Ones. However, for the sake of the demon race and the peace of all races, I still want to confirm whether the Three Pure Ones will secretly help the Wu race?"

Di Jun forced a smile and asked the Three Pure Ones.

This was the purpose of Fuxi's trip.

It was just that I was plotted against by Taiqing Laozi, which delayed my life.

Now, Di Jun finally has the chance to find the Three Pure Ones to confirm this matter!

Hear this.

Taiqing Laozi stood still, his eyes closed, unmoved, his mind wandering in the void.

Master Tongtian fiddled with the Qingping Sword, looking relaxed and contented.

Only Yuanshi Tianzun's expression became solemn, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

After a long sigh, he said awkwardly: "The twelve witch ancestors and I, the Three Pure Ones, are all descendants of Pangu the Father. We are the authentic Pangu!"

"The so-called brotherhood is hard to break! The twelve witch ancestors are connected to my Three Pure Ones by blood. Even if I don't help the witch clan, it should be reasonable to give them some treasures and secrets, right?"

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, you are making it very difficult for me to do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Jun, Xihe and Fuxi's faces fell.

According to Yuanshi Tianzun's intention, he would not help the witch clan secretly, but would openly give benefits to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. This is simply insane and lawless.

Aren’t you afraid of going against the will of heaven?

"Tianzun, are you going to ignore the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun Daozu and interfere in the struggle between the witches and demons? Giving the treasures and secrets to the twelve witch ancestors is actually improving the strength of the witch clan!"

"The saints of heaven should not interfere in the struggle for hegemony. Please take care of yourself, Heavenly Lord!"

Fuxi immediately became unhappy and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with a cold voice.

There was a hint of sarcasm and threat in his words. "The oath sworn by the Three Pure Ones is not to interfere in the affairs of the witch clan, and that does not include helping the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"As everyone knows, the Wu Clan was formed by the twelve ancient witches using secret techniques, relying on the blood pool in Pangu Temple and the blood essence of the ancient witches. They did not appear in the prehistoric world at the beginning."

"In other words, the Wu Clan worships the Twelve Ancestral Wus as the gods of creation, so it is not an exaggeration for the master! So, how can the Wu Clan be worthy of the Three Pure Ones to give instructions and intervene?"

Muchen stood in the hall, with a deep light in his eyes, and spoke calmly.

These words were powerful and thought-provoking.

For a moment, all the Xuanmen disciples were talking about it.

"That's right! The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are all from the Pangu sect. Helping each other is also a manifestation of brotherhood. This is worth spreading in the prehistoric world. How could it be against the way of heaven and Hongjun Daozu?"

"Fuxi is obviously talking nonsense. Fortunately, Senior Brother Muchen is clear-headed and has sorted out the thread for us! Otherwise, the Three Pure Ones and the Emperor of Heaven would have suffered a great loss!"

"If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext! The demon court has a way to kill you."

There was a commotion in the hall.

All the Xuanmen disciples stood on Muchen's side.

With a sarcastic look on his face, he regarded Di Jun, Xihe and Fuxi as shameless villains and rats crossing the street.

"Sophistry, utter nonsense!"

“Even if the Wu Clan was created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, how could the Wu Clan be their slaves? The Twelve Ancestral Witches relied on the Wu Clan to sweep across the prehistoric world and compete with our demon clan for hegemony!”

"Friend Muchen, I advise you to be kind! Besides, since when did a bug dare to interrupt the conversation between the Emperor of Heaven and the Lord of Heaven?"

Fuxi had an indignant look on his face and turned into a troll.

If he hadn't learned from the previous experience, he would have wanted to slap Muchen in the face several times.

Just as his eyes were red, showing his majesty.

"Clap!"

The black iron golden whip hit Fuxi's face with a critical strike.

Blood sprayed in the air, and teeth shattered and flew out.

"How can a beast like you insult a disciple of Xuanmen at will?"

"This is just a small punishment. If you continue to speak nonsense, I will definitely use any means to bring you to a place of no return!"

"Emperor of Heaven, keep an eye on the dogs in your demon court and stop them from barking wildly in my Sanqing Daochang!"

When it comes to protecting his children, Yuanshi Tianzun is a professional.

He raised his hand and taught Fuxi a lesson without caring about Di Jun's face.

Because of the use of the saint's magical power, Fuxi's injuries cannot be recovered for hundreds of years. Now he looks extremely miserable and ugly.

"Cool!"

Xuandu enjoyed the fun and clapped his hands to express his excitement.

then.

He took a casual step and walked up to Fuxi.

"The Wu Clan evolved from the twelve witch ancestors and became one of the myriad tribes in the prehistoric world. It is ridiculous for you to say at this time that they are not slaves of the witch ancestors."

"When the demons attacked the human race, you, Fuxi, used the excuse that the human race was created by Nuwa, that they were the blood food of the demons, and that they were ants abandoned by Nuwa, and slaughtered the human race openly."

"The Demon Court has a demon king like you who is two-faced and full of double standards. I'm afraid that bad luck will come to you. The karma will come, and it will not be long before it collapses!"

Xuandu looked directly at Fuxi, his tone filled with anger.

The sound of Tao is brilliant and never-ending!
In an instant.

Fuxi stood still, his head felt like it was exploding.

Di Jun and Xihe were even more stunned!

(End of this chapter)