Zhaoming flipped his hands and took out two martial arts. Xiao○

The demon emperor's battle body and the Aurora Pillar shone through the mountains and rivers. This was the extraordinary magical power passed by the White Tiger Marshal to Prince Qilin. It is said that he was the great demon emperor from the last era. Later, Prince Qilin entrusted the abbot's island and handed over this technique to Zhaoming.

The martial arts book is just a piece of jade and has not been written. However, when Zhaoming taught Prince Jinwu in the Heavenly Court, in order to let them practice, he specially edited these two martial arts into a book.

Later, because he went to Guixu temporarily, he was unable to hand over the books to Prince Jinwu and stayed on him. Unfortunately, after he came back, his ten nephews had already died.

If you practiced these two techniques that day, the results might be a little different. Zhaoming always feels regretful whenever he thinks of it.

Now that he saw the Niu-Headed Demon and the Witch Woman, he couldn't help but think of himself and Li Hua. After being touched, he took out these two martial arts.

"Zhaoming, why are you?" The bullhead demon stopped drinking and asked in surprise.

Zhaoming immediately explained: "These two skills were obtained by Prince Qilin from Marshal Baihu, and then handed them over to me. If you can practice, you will benefit endlessly. If you cannot practice, it will also be of some help to practice."

"I know!" The bull-headed demon nodded: "But what do you mean to give it to me?"

Zhaoming smiled and slowly explained: "The high priest of the Witch Clan died. The situation in the prehistoric continent has become confusing, and the war is about to begin. Although the situation in our demon clan is very good now, no one may be able to do the future."

"Your Majesty, you are not bad, but you are in the South China Sea after all, without roots and no foundation. If there is any change, the Heavenly Court will be beyond the reach. This technique is originally from the beast-like demon clan, and I just met by chance. Today I will give this technique to the king on behalf of Prince Qilin. This is safer and I can feel at ease."

"But this..."

The bull-headed demon frowned. He just felt that he was extraordinary because of Zhaoming's astonishing behavior. It is undeniable that the temptation of these two martial arts is quite fierce, but he did not want to lose the sense of superiority he had just obtained by using human things.

This may seem incredible to others. But sometimes things in the world are so magical.

If you don’t fight, you don’t seek, you will have no desires, and if you don’t seek, you will have strong desires.

When he chose to retire here, he began to give up the things he had pursued in the past. When he no longer pursued the persistence he had before, the so-called extraordinary martial arts were not so tempting to him.

Perhaps it is precisely because he had nothing to ask for Zhaoming in his heart that he could do things that he was neither humble nor arrogant in front of him, and even King Shangyang could not do.

The hesitation of the bullhead demon made Zhao Ming smile and shake his head: "I have no other intentions, I just hope that you... and her happiness can live with her. At least when someone wants to use force to destroy your happiness, there can be better support to deal with those things."

"I know your kindness!" The Niu-Tao Yao nodded: "But why do I feel like you are going to explain something after you?"

"Haha!" Zhaoming smiled slightly, but felt a little sad: "Who could have expected the future events, the death of the high priest of the witch clan made me feel a little unreal."

This is not a casual statement. A top immortal king who has led the 3,600-year-old mainland China to die in his hands, making him feel that there seems to be a bigger crisis coming."

"It is said that the high priest of the Witch Clan is the strongest combat power of the Witch Clan, but I feel that this is not the case. No one knows how powerful the Twelve Ancestor Witches are."

"Even though the high priest of the Witch Clan was so strong in the past, he did not dare to make a big fuss easily. He has been waiting for the twelve ancestor witches. It must be because there are methods that we don't know. And such methods are probably enough to make the world come true and make all possible changes come to nothingness."

"Zhaoming, are you not confident anymore?" asked the Niu-headed demon.

Zhaoming in his heart has always been very confident. No matter what kind of enemy he is, he would rather lose than lose momentum. For example, when he faced the golden eel demon who restrained him in the Five Elements, he had almost never hesitated against the White Jade Rhino General who looked at Chigang as if nothing had happened, but at this time he was a little different and seemed to have no confidence.

Zhaoming smiled faintly: "I just thought about things more thoroughly."

Only he knows what exactly. Too many things are mixed together, which makes him feel indescribable uncertainty about the future. Unknown will always make people feel fear.

The bull-headed demon looked at Zhaoming for a moment and finally nodded: "Thank you, I've accepted this technique!"

He took over the two exercises and put his hands into a gully in his chest.

Looking at the actions of the bull-headed demon, Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "King, do you say... people of different races... can live together?"

Hearing this, the bull-headed demon frowned, then suddenly remembered something, and asked with a sudden realization: "Is it because of Lihua?"

Unlike other demon races in the Heavenly Court, he knew the existence of Lihua because of Hei Pi. Seeing Zhaoming killing the high priest of the Witch Clan, he was not happy but sad, and even explained his funerals.

At this moment, I heard Zhaoming ask such a question again. When I think about it, I naturally guessed the reason.

Zhaoming smiled and did not answer, but stood up suddenly, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "King, no matter what happened, never go back to the prehistoric continent. It is best to be happier if you live well. I... say goodbye."

After saying that, he soared into the air and flew towards the prehistoric continent.

The Niu-Headed Demon thought it was a coincidence that he came here, but Zhaoming himself knew that it was not the case.

When he left Wudao, he was scared and afraid, and even dared not face everything. The feeling was as if he had escaped from Wudao back then. He was confused and helpless, not knowing where to go, as if the sky and the earth were big, but there was no place to settle down.

That year, the bull-headed demon saved himself and used its majestic body to block the front, as if it would never fall.

When he was wandering again, unconsciously, he instinctively chose to find the mountain he had back then. Even though the mountain was far less powerful than him, he still wanted to find a place to rely on.

No one can give an accurate answer to whether people of different races can live together.

But there was one thing he knew that when he activated the true fire of destroying the sun and drowning the high priest of the witch clan, he and Lihua were no longer possible.

He knew it would be the case, but he couldn't give up.

Only those who have seen the battle on Sansheng Island will feel how powerful the high priest was in the heyday. Zhaoming did not feel that he was sure of winning.

Moreover, behind the twelve ancestor witches, there must be methods that they don’t know. One big thing is enough to overwhelm the high priest of the witch clan.

Once the injury is restored, the high priest of the Witch Clan, who is in full swing, leads the twelve ancestor witches to start a war. Not to mention a demon clan, he is afraid that even if he joins forces with the immortal clan, he will not be an opponent.

Maybe I can put down my burdens at that time and let the situation in the world collapse, and I will live in seclusion with my brothers and Lihua from now on, but Zhaoming can't do it.

Not to mention that there is no end to the collapse of the nest. Just thinking that Di Jun has put his lifelong efforts and that the heavenly court collapsed after he has struggled for so many years, and countless tribes returned to the era of slaves that was worse than death. Zhaoming felt that all his thoughts were redundant.

If you can't accept such a result, the dead Acao will not forgive him.

Individuals and race, prosperity and tranquility, how to find a suitable balance between the two, Zhaoming didn't know that he only knew that he could never let the worst situation happen, so he made such a choice.

He didn't know what the situation in the prehistoric continent had become, but he knew that the Heavenly Court still needed him, and he was not the time to be a turtle.

Looking at the direction where Zhao Ming left, the bull-headed demon squirmed, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally just sighed.

He wanted to tell Zhaoming that if he could let go of others, people of different races could naturally be together, just like he was with the Witch woman.

But he really couldn't speak, and he had already started to be a turtle with a selfish head, and he really couldn't let Zhaoming do the same.

Different identities are different, and there are countless demons on the shoulders of Donghuang Taiyi.

"Has he left?"

At this time, the Witch Clan woman came over and asked timidly. There were not many Witch Clans below today who were not afraid of Zhaoming. Even if she didn't know the death of the Witch Clan's high priest, she was still very afraid of the Donghuang Taiyi.

Although I feel incredible that my husband can get along with that fierce man like this, deep down I always hope that the fierce man will come a little less.

The NiuTou Yao nodded: "Yes, he is gone, and there are so many things he has to do."

"Will he come here?" asked the witch woman again.

The bull-headed demon opened his mouth and was stunned. After a while, he sighed: "Who knows?"

Strong winds are everywhere and the storm is about to come.

It took some time to leave the Niu-Headed Demon and enter the prehistoric continent.

All kinds of rumors about him are flying all over the sky, not only the Battle of Wudao, but also many previous events. In addition to the Battle of Wudao, the two things that are most concerned are two things.

The first thing was not a new thing. It was rumored for a while in the past, but Zhaoming killed Mangshou in Zixiao Palace. The influence of this incident in the past was not only as simple as killing an immortal king, but also indirectly triggering the second war between the witch clan and the demon clan in the heavenly realm.

This matter should be extremely secret, and no one except the person involved can know it. Therefore, in the rumors, the matter was because Taoist Hongyun, who saw this incident, reported to the high priest of the witch clan, so this was how it happened.

In the past, many people were speculating whether Zhaoming would take revenge on this, but Zhaoming had never had any movement and therefore left it alone.

Now that Zhaoming killed the high priest of the Witch Clan, this matter has been raised again. In the past, it may have been because he was afraid of the strength of the immortal clan, but now even the high priest of the Witch Clan can kill it. Who cares so much about you?

Another rumored incident made Zhaoming frown.
Chapter completed!