In the ancient times, many races had great strength, but low fertility.

Although the human race is weak, its ability to reproduce is strong enough.

From the birth to the present, the number of human beings has become immeasurable and can only be expressed by vague numbers such as billions.

In the initial timeline, due to the massacre of the Lich and Lich clans, there were only about 100 million humans left.

Now, after Luo Zhi's changes, that future has disappeared, replaced by this new future that has been slaughtered by 15%.

Although it is much better than the original timeline, judging from the current number of humans, this fifteen percent is a huge number that exceeds the total population of the earth by dozens or even hundreds of times.

"Either don't do it, or do it as perfectly as possible. It's not in line with my character to be neither good nor bad. And... I feel unhappy!"

A cold light flashed in Luo Zhi's eyes.

What about saints?

Luo Zhi initially thought that the calamity of the human race was a spontaneous act of the Lich and Lich clans and could not be changed, so he just did it casually and saved as many as he could.

Unexpectedly, this matter was actually planned secretly by the saint.

The analogy I made before is very apt.

When you see a miserable little beggar on the street, you think it is fate and want to help, but then you find out that he could have had a happy family, but the reason why he is so miserable is entirely caused by evil people.

The anger rising in my heart at this time cannot be calmed down so easily.

Luo Zhi handed over the work at hand to other witch clans, and then directly entered the True Ancestral Witch Palace.

At this time, his relationship with the ancestral witches has been further improved, and he can enter the ancestral witch palace at will.

But then again, the ancestral witches are all outside now. Even if they can't come in and out at will, who can know after he goes in?

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, Pangu's aura had long since dissipated. Luo Zhi sat cross-legged in the hall, casually opened a space passage, grabbed a man from the human tribe, fought with wild beasts, and seriously injured the dying man. After freezing his time,

Start studying the human race in this world.

The acceleration of time is naturally inevitable.

The outside world only lasted for a moment, and Luo Zhi had already studied the human race in this world clearly.

After casually curing the man's injuries and sending him back to the tribe, Luo Zhi and he escaped directly into the long river of time, returning to a time not long after Pangu died, when the Ancestral Witch Hall was just born, and when the twelve Ancestral Witches were still gestating.

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, Pangu's aura was rich and powerful. The moment Luo Zhi appeared, a terrifying repulsive force burst out, trying to blow Luo Zhi away.

Luo Zhi quickly transformed into Pangu Ax, and Pangu's aura immediately realized that Luo Zhi was not an enemy, but a friend, and the power disappeared.

"After all, it's just a dead thing with almost no intelligence..."

Inside the Ancestral Witch Hall, it was completely different from the empty space in later generations. At this time, there was a blood pool in the Ancestral Witch Hall, in which the blood flowed and shone with a sacred light.

In the blood pool, twelve particularly different light spots can be vaguely seen, which are the twelve ancestral witches.

It's just that it hasn't taken shape yet, and is almost no different from other blood.

Luo Zhi used the blood killing technique he had deduced before and the human information he had just analyzed to deduce it again, and soon obtained a new magical power.

Luo Zhi called it the ‘evidence of human race’.

This magical power will not have any impact on the Wu clan, nor will it affect the human race. Only when the human race's blood and soul collide with the Wu clan, this magical power will appear and resist it.

Because of the effect of the Blood Killing Technique, this magical power will be passed down along the bloodline from generation to generation. No matter how many clansmen the Witch Clan breeds, it is guaranteed that every clan member will have this magical power in their body.

However, nothing is absolute.

The consequence of blood circulation is that this magical power will become weaker and weaker. In the first generation of witches, even tens of billions of human blood can resist it.

But if it is reproduced for dozens of generations, the power of magical powers will be greatly weakened in the dozens of generations of witches, and they can only stop the blood of a billion humans.

The Wu clan is naturally powerful and has an extremely long lifespan. Correspondingly, the ability to reproduce is very weak. It may take hundreds of millions of years to reproduce for dozens of generations.

"In this case, it should be enough."

Luo Zhi nodded and was about to leave when suddenly a light flashed in his mind.

"Maybe...it can still be like this!"

He condensed a trace of his own aura and merged it with the magical power he had just released.

After that, he crossed the long river of time and returned to the era of the Lich Tribulation.

"A saint? Although I don't know which saint it is, I can already imagine your expression... Haha!"

Demon Court.

A ray of divine light drifted away, leaving only Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi with ugly faces inside the palace.

Just now, Nuwa gave them a stern warning without giving them any face.

On the side, Fuxi was a little embarrassed and said: "Human race... Well, Human race is the cornerstone of Nuwa's sainthood. She also cares about her and makes her chaotic. Don't take offense to the two of you."

Di Jun said hurriedly: "How dare you, I just didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who would dare to attack the human race, and even use me, Di Jun, as a pawn. But I don't know who it is, so bold!"

Fuxi hesitated for a moment and said: "I probably know something about this matter. The person who secretly planned it must be a saint."

Di Jun asked: "Oh? I don't know who it is?"

"This...I'm not too sure about this. But Saint Taiqing is on the same front as Nuwa in this matter...So, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, please don't violate the taboos of the two saints."

Fuxi's words were genuine advice. Although Dijun had just been humiliated by his sister, he would not vent his anger on Fuxi. After hearing this, he clasped his fists and said, "Dijun understands."

Seeing that Di Jun had figured it out, Fuxi took his leave and left.

In the main hall, only the two brothers were left. Emperor Jun just roared in a low voice: "The one who plots is a saint, and the one who is plotted is also a saint! Saint! Saint! As the Demon King, I have become the enemy between the two saints.

Little chess piece!”

Donghuang Taiyi was also full of dissatisfaction and said: "Brother, this revenge must be avenged!"

"certainly!"

Di Jun took a deep breath, calmed down, and said: "However, the most important thing at the moment is to deal with the Wu Clan. That saint... no matter who he is, can only deal with it later. Taiyi, do you think the human race can damage the true nature of the Wu Clan?"

Is this thing true or false?"

Taiyi also calmed down, thought about it, and said, "It should be true."

"Okay, now you immediately arrange for your trusted little demon to capture the human race and try to deal with the true form of the witch race. However, you must be careful. It is best to disguise yourself as an ordinary beast and never let others discover it!"

Donghuang Taiyi immediately said: "Brother, don't worry, this matter will be completed. And, after it is completed, no monster will know about it except the two of me."

The meaning behind the words is to get rid of all the monsters doing things afterwards.

It can be said to be very ruthless.
Chapter completed!