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"Fellow Daoist, please tell me!" Houtu smiled and nodded.

"The Taoist ancestor of Haotian talked about the method of becoming a saint last time. I don't know if this method will be effective for fellow Taoists and other ancestor witches?"

Houtu shook his head, with a look of frustration on his face.

"Although the method of beheading three corpses is mysterious, in essence, it still needs the primordial spirit to activate this method. For us without the primordial spirit, it is impossible to practice at all!"

Styx felt the infinite evil spirit in the ancestral witch's hall that even made him feel a little palpitated, and nodded immediately.

"Sure enough, in this way, the witch clan may be in danger in the future!"

"What do you mean by that, friend Daoist?" Houtu's complexion changed drastically, and his whole body tensed up, as if he would make a move in the next moment.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be nervous. The danger of the witch clan I mentioned is not from the present, but from the monster clan in the future!"

"The monster clan? It's just a defeated general. If it weren't for the existence of the Zhoutian Xingdou array at the top of Buzhou Mountain, the entire monster clan would have been uprooted by us long ago!" Wu, his eyes were also full of contempt.

After all, they are ancestral witches, and they are born to fight. Even Houtu, who has always been low-key, will inevitably ridicule when facing his defeated opponents.

"Fellow Houtu said it was about the former monster race. Haven't you thought about the future situation among liches?" Styx frowned. Now, it seems that if I don't give some pointers, these guys with strong fighting power but simple minds may really not listen to the sermon next time.

Houtu and the others no longer went to Haotian Palace to listen to the sermon, so they couldn't let Cheng Hao go to the Wu Clan to teach the exercises himself, right? If that's the case, wouldn't Haotian Daozu's compulsion be too low?

"What will happen to the Liches in the future?" Houtu shook his head in confusion, "Do you need to think about it? If the demon clan dares to come again, just beat them up again. What is there to worry about?"

Hearing this, Styx sighed, even Houtu, who is considered to have a brain among the ancestral witches, thinks so, so don't expect other ancestral witches to recognize the future situation clearly.

"Then the next time Haotian Palace preaches, will fellow Taoists still go to listen to the sermon?"

"This..." Houtu smiled a little embarrassedly, "Our ancestral witch, the method of cultivation is inherently different from other gods, and it is useless to go there, so next time the Taoist ancestor preaches, we will not Ready to go!"

I'm going!

Styx no longer knew how to complain.

Sure enough, the master guessed right, these fools really don't intend to go to listen to the sermon anymore, if I don't come this time, the master's layout will really not be easy to unfold.

"Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong!" Minghe took a deep breath, and after carefully conceiving his words, he continued: "Fellow Daoist, have you ever thought that the next time you preach, the one in Zixiao Palace will Hongjun Daozu is about to explain the method of sanctification. If a saint is born in the monster clan, wouldn't your witch clan be in danger?"

Houtu froze for a moment, then nodded belatedly, "Fortunately, brother Minghe came here today to tell the news, otherwise, in the future, our witch clan is really in danger of being wiped out!"

No matter how strong the sage is, Hou Tu and the other ancestor witches knew very well in their hearts that it was definitely not a force they could contend with, no matter how conceited they were.

"From this point of view, we need to intensify our research on the formation of the gods and gods in the twelve capitals, and try to gather the power of the twelve ancestor witches to condense the real body of Pan Gu as soon as possible, otherwise our witch clan will be really in danger!"

Um? Assemble the power of the twelve ancestor witches to condense Pan Gu's real body? Still have this kind of operation?

Styx was stunned immediately, the Wu Clan's background is really deep, even Pangu's real body can be created, no wonder the master wanted to make a fortune on the Wu Clan.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu, I didn't mean to pour cold water on you. Do you think that the real body of Pangu that you have condensed by relying on formations may be able to withstand a saint backed by the Dao of Heaven?"

"This..." Houtu carefully analyzed the fighting power between him and the saint after condensing the formation, and finally shook his head helplessly, "If it is like Haotian Daozu or Hongjun Daozu? Such a saint, Pan Gu's real body can't hold on for too long!"

Hearing what Houtu said, Minghe felt relieved. Although the ancestor witches of the witch clan don't know how to deduce and don't want to think about it, they are still seeking truth from facts, and they are not arrogant enough to think that relying on a formation can make them an enemy of a saint.

"So, if you want to deal with saints, at least one saint must be born in the witch clan. Otherwise, if one or two saints appear in the monster clan in the future, how will you, the witch clan, deal with yourself?"

Houtu was silent, and after a long while, he shook his head in a depressed mood, "Brother Minghe should also understand the situation of the Wu Clan. Without Yuanshen, how can we become holy?"

"That's why I came to the Witch Clan!" Ming He looked like he was holding a wisdom pearl, "We have nothing to do, but Daozu is a high-ranking old man, and he doesn't even want to offend him. There may be no way for his old man!"

"You know, just in the Haotian Palace, Daozu said that there are three methods of sanctification, the upper, middle and lower. In his hands, there may not be any methods suitable for the sanctification of your witch clan!"

After Minghe's words fell, Houtu's eyes lit up, and he kept nodding his head, "Brother Minghe is right, Daozu and other figures, whose transformation is still in front of Father God Pangu, must have something in their hands that can make me laugh." The way to wait for the witch clan to become holy."

Speaking of this, Houtu couldn't help but patted his beautiful forehead, "I'm so stupid, so stupid! When I heard the sermon last time, when Daozu asked if there were any other questions, I should seize the opportunity to ask of!"

"I missed an opportunity, next time, fellow Taoist Houtu, don't miss it again!" Ming He hurriedly continued to encourage while the iron was hot.

"Yeah!" Hou Tu couldn't help nodding, but after a while, she raised her head with some doubts, and looked up and down Styx.

"What's the matter?" Styx looked at himself in a daze. Although he was wearing a blood-colored robe, he was well dressed. There was nothing special about him, right?

Since coming to the Witch Clan, Styx has always felt that this group is a bit weird from top to bottom. It seems that these guys, because of their long-term reluctance to use their brains, seem to have lost a muscle.

"Brother Minghe, we didn't have any friendship before, but this time you came to my Wu Clan to remind me of this matter. Could it be that you have some purpose for our Wu Clan?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Houtu's mouth, and he looked more beautiful than before, "As long as it's not too difficult, for the sake of brother Minghe's suggestion today, we Wu Clan can help you complete it!"

I'm going!

Why did your IQ suddenly go online again?

Styx sighed secretly in his heart, these witches, at one moment they were as stupid as a fool, and at another moment they were very shrewd. How can it be so tiring to chat with guys whose IQs go up and down like this!