Chapter 132: The Heavenly Saint has a bad memory, and Fuxi gets beaten again!
“Disciple will definitely follow the Master’s teachings!”

Xuan Du bowed deeply, then carefully put the River Map and Luo Shu into his bag.

As a direct disciple of Taiqing Laozi, he shoulders many responsibilities in managing human sects and enjoys a very high reputation in the world.

To him, although the River Chart and the Luo Shu are precious and rare innate treasures, they cannot shake his will.

Otherwise, why would Cang Xuan value him and accept him as a disciple of Xuanmen?
When Di Jun saw all of this, his face gradually became gloomy and his heart was filled with humiliation and anger, but he had to suppress it desperately.

The conflict between the demon race and the human race has existed for a long time.

Now that Cangjie has control over the two great treasures, the River Map and the Luoshu, this will undoubtedly help him comprehend more profound secret techniques, and his cultivation will be elevated to a higher level.

By that time, Cangjie would undoubtedly become a thorn in Emperor Jun’s side.

But facing the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun had no other choice but to endure. The strength of the Three Pure Ones was beyond his ability to contend with.

“Emperor of Heaven, if you have nothing else to do, please go back!”

Taiqing Laozi spoke to Di Jun expressionlessly, but a hint of mockery flashed in the corners of his eyes.

He already knew clearly why Fuxi came to Kunlun and why Dijun was waiting in Taiqing Palace.

But he chose to pretend not to know, just to suppress the arrogance of Di Jun and Yao Ting.

“What you said is absolutely true!”

Tongtian Patriarch echoed beside him, then slapped his forehead and pretended to be suddenly enlightened and said: “Oh, why is my memory suddenly so bad!”

“Emperor of Heaven, don’t you have something important that requires the assistance of our Three Pure Ones?”

“If you don’t tell me now, when will you tell me?”

This scene caused everyone to laugh secretly in their hearts.

In front of the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun and others seemed to have become monkeys at their mercy.

Would a saint of heaven have a bad memory?
This is such a huge joke!

But Emperor Jun could only swallow the humiliation.

“The witch tribe and the demon tribe are fighting for supremacy in the ancient world, just like water and fire cannot coexist.”

“Logically speaking, the Heavenly Dao Saint shouldn’t interfere in the affairs of the prehistoric world.”

“But now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones have sworn brotherhood, which makes everyone in my demon court feel deeply uneasy!”

Di Jun forced a smile and asked the Three Pure Ones, “The Heavenly Dao and Hongjun Daozu have both responded to the vows of the Three Pure Ones, but for the sake of the peace of the demon race and all races, I still want to confirm whether the Three Pure Ones will secretly help the Wu race?”

Fuxi came here this time just to clarify this matter.

It’s a pity that Taiqing Laozi cleverly calculated and delayed the time.

Now, Di Jun finally has the chance to ask the Three Pure Ones for clarification.

Hearing this, Taiqing Laozi was as steady as a rock, with his eyes tightly closed, as if his spirit was traveling to the realm of Taixu, completely ignoring what was happening outside.

Master Tongtian gently flicked the Qingping Sword with his fingers. The sound of the sword was crisp and beautiful. He looked calm, as if everything was under control.

Only Yuanshi Tianzun had a serious expression, as if he had something to say but was hesitant.

Finally, he heaved a long sigh, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: “The twelve witch ancestors and I, the Three Pure Ones, are all descendants of Pangu the Father.”

“This blood-related friendship is really hard to give up.”

“We and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are like brothers.”

“Even if I don’t directly participate in the affairs of the Wu Clan, it seems reasonable to give them some treasures and secret techniques.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of Di Jun, Xihe and Fuxi changed instantly.

Yuanshi Tianzun’s words meant that although he would not directly assist the witch clan, he would give benefits to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which would undoubtedly be a major blow to the demon clan.

Di Jun couldn’t help but say, “Tianzun, aren’t you blatantly violating the will of Heaven and Hongjun Daozu by doing this?”

“The fight between wizards and liches is the general trend of the world. I’m afraid it’s not appropriate for you to intervene like this.”

Fuxi also coldly echoed: “The Three Pure Ones once swore a heavenly oath not to get involved in the affairs of the Wu Clan.”

“Aren’t Yuanshi Tianzun’s words and deeds contradictory now?”

At this time, Cang Xuan walked out of the hall, his eyes flashing with a deep light, his voice was calm but firm:

“The oath sworn by the Three Pure Ones was not to get involved in the affairs of the witch clan, but it did not include helping the Twelve Ancestral Witches.”

“The Wu Clan was originally created by the twelve witch ancestors using their own essence and blood.” “Therefore, the Three Pure Ones’ help to the twelve witch ancestors cannot be regarded as participating in the affairs of the Wu Clan.”

Cang Xuan’s words were like a revelation, making many Xuanmen disciples suddenly realize the truth.

“Senior Brother Cang Xuan is right!”

“The Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches have a deep bond, so it is only natural for them to help each other.”

“How could this possibly go against the will of Heaven and Hongjun Daozu?”

“Fuxi and the others are obviously being unreasonable. Fortunately, Senior Brother Cang Xuan has helped us to solve our doubts.”

“Otherwise, wouldn’t the reputation of the Three Pure Ones and the Emperor of Heaven be damaged in vain?”

“The demon court came here this time, obviously with ulterior motives.”

“They want to frame the Three Pure Ones. How despicable!”

In the main hall, all the Xuanmen disciples were filled with righteous indignation and cast sarcastic glances at Di Jun, Xihe and Fuxi.

In their hearts, these three people have become the typical name for shameless villains.

“Absurdity, complete deception!”

“Even if the witch clan was indeed created by the twelve witch ancestors, how can we assert that they are the servants of the witch ancestors?”

“The Twelve Ancestral Witches are relying on the power of the Witch Clan to sweep across the wilderness and fight against our demon clan!”

“My dear Cang Xuan, I advise you to be careful with your words!”

“Also, when will it be your turn as a junior to participate in the conversation between the Emperor of Heaven and the Lord of Heaven?”

Fuxi’s face was full of anger and his words were like sharp knives.

If it weren’t for the previous lesson, he really wanted to slap Cang Xuan hard a few times.

Just when his eyes were filled with anger and he was showing off his power.

clap clap!

The black iron golden whip came through the wind and hit Fuxi’s face directly, causing unbearable pain.

Blood splattered in the air and even a few teeth were knocked out.

“How can I, a disciple of Xuanmen, be insulted at will by a monster like you?”

“This is just a small punishment. If you dare to speak so arrogantly again, I will throw you into the endless abyss and make you never recover!”

“Emperor of Heaven, keep an eye on your demon subordinates and don’t let them yell or scream in my Sanqing’s dojo!”

Yuanshi Tianzun is well-known for protecting his own people. When it comes to protecting his own people, he is definitely an expert at it.

He raised his hand, without giving Di Jun any face, and directly taught Fuxi a lesson.

Due to the use of the saint’s magical powers, Fuxi’s injuries were extremely serious and it would take hundreds of years to recover.

At this moment, he looked extremely embarrassed and ugly.

“it is good!”

Xuan Du stood aside, enjoying the fun, and immediately applauded and cheered.

Then he walked leisurely up to Fuxi.

“Under the guidance of the twelve witch ancestors, the Wu clan became one of the myriad clans in the prehistoric world.”

“You are now denying that they are servants of the witch ancestors. This is simply ridiculous.”

“When the demons attacked the human race, you, Fuxi, used the excuse that the human race was created by Nuwa, that they were food for the demons, and that they were ants abandoned by Nuwa, and you wantonly slaughtered the human race.”

“With a two-faced and hypocritical demon king like you, the demon court will probably be doomed to continuous misfortune. Karma will come and it will not be long before complete collapse!”

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

His voice was as loud as a bell, and his sound was continuous.

For a moment, Fuxi stood there in a daze, his head feeling like it was about to explode.

Di Jun and Xihe were so shocked that they couldn’t say a word.

(End of this chapter)