Comprehensive Martial Arts: Jade Man Jiang Feng

"The prehistoric world was created by the Father God. After his death, the Father God turned into all things. Therefore, all prehistoric creatures are more or less connected to the Father God. Isn't it normal for Jiang Feng to have the Father God's aura? Why does brother care so much?"

Xuan Ming and Hou Tu didn't understand why Di Jiang paid so much attention to Jiang Feng, and thought he was making a fuss.

"No, it's different. It's normal for prehistoric creatures to be contaminated with the Father God's aura, but it's unusual to have the Father God's power!"

"Didn't he say that he practiced the improved version of the Father God's Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Gong, the Eight Nine Profound Gong, and he also practiced it to an extremely high level. Even if he has the Father God's power, it's normal!"

Although Di Jiang gave an explanation, Xuan Ming and Hou Tu still didn't understand what attracted Di Jiang to Jiang Feng.

"You two don't understand. I suspect that he has obtained the true inheritance of the Father God, the Three Ways of Creation. Although our twelve ancestor witches can form the Twelve Gods of the Sky formation to summon the Father God's true body, it is actually just a shadow of the Father God. The shadow has no true spirit and cannot exert the Father God's true strength at all. But if we get the Three Ways of Creation, the Father God's true body can exert much more strength!"

"Even if Jiang Feng really knows the Three Ways of Creation of the Father God, it is his inheritance. I'm afraid you're thinking too much if you want to get it from him?"

Emperor Jiang sighed and expressed his guesses and plans. Hou Tu curled her lips when she heard it, thinking that Emperor Jiang was thinking too much. Even if Jiang Feng knew the Three Ways of Creation, why would he teach them to the ancestor witches?

There is no hope of saying nice things, and taking action is not a wise choice. Although the strength of their twelve ancestor witches is very strong, and they are invincible after forming the Twelve Gods of the Sky formation, if Jiang Feng is determined to leave, they can't stop him.

It was really a fantasy for Emperor Jiang to want to get the Three Forms of Creation from Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng, who turned into a mosquito and attached himself to Hou Tu, also agreed with Hou Tu's words. He had always been the only one who could take advantage of others, so how could anyone take advantage of him?

"There are countless treasures in our Pangu Palace, including the top-grade innate spiritual treasures that all prehistoric creatures desire. As long as he is willing to hand over the Three Forms of Creation, he can choose whatever he wants from the treasure house. Anyway, our ancestor witches don't cultivate their souls, so there is no point in keeping those spiritual treasures and materials! If he is still not satisfied, we still have the three drops of Pangu's blood left by the Father God, which can also be exchanged with him!"

"Didn't Pangu's blood agree to be used to cultivate great witches? How can it be exchanged casually!"

"Forget it, since Jiang Feng rejected Hou Tu's invitation, let's talk about this later."

Before he finished speaking, the four wings behind Emperor Jiang suddenly spread out, and he flew towards Pangu Palace at a high speed.

This place is close to the foot of Mount Buzhou, and the pressure is not very great, so it is possible to fly in the air.

Xuanming and Houtu looked at Dijiang's back in silence for a while, then looked at each other, and then walked towards Pangu Hall without saying a word.

When they returned to Pangu Hall, they found that Dijiang had already retreated, and the other ancestor witches had left Pangu Hall and returned to train their subordinates.

"Sister Houtu, shall we go to retreat too?"

"Okay!"

Xuanming and Houtu went to retreat together, and the mosquito transformed by Jiang Feng flew silently into the corner of the hall.

When there was no movement in Pangu Hall, Jiang Feng began to look around and soon found the location of the treasure house.

I don't know if the witch clan is too confident and doesn't believe that anyone dares to steal Pangu Hall, or if they really don't care about the spiritual materials and treasures they have collected.

Anyway, even the door of the treasure house was open, and there was no one guarding the door, so Jiang Feng just flew in blankly.

Looking at the mountains of spiritual materials and treasures in the treasury, Jiang Feng suddenly felt like a countryman coming to the city. Compared with the collection of the Wu Clan, Nuwa's collection was nothing.

The Wu Clan was too wasteful. They had collected so many good things, but they couldn't use any of them. They just left them here to gather dust. It was a waste.

But Jiang Feng was a person who couldn't stand any waste, so he took away all the spiritual materials and treasures. Wherever he passed, he scraped the ground three feet and swept away everything in the treasury.

"There are still three drops of Pangu's blood. This can't be wasted!"

After looting the Wu Clan's treasury, Jiang Feng didn't rush to leave, but continued to search in the Pangu Hall. He wanted to find the three drops of Pangu's blood.

Not long after, Jiang Feng found a secret room. He immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated in from the gap. He didn't expect that the secret room was not Pangu's blood, but Di Jiang who was in retreat.

Although the twelve witch ancestors have no souls and cannot practice, they all have their own original magical powers. Dijiang is the ancestor of space, mastering the power of space.Space magic.

It was a magic derived from the law, very powerful, even the Golden Immortal who cultivated the law of space could not match his control of space.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Feng appeared in the place where Dijiang was in seclusion, causing a space that Dijiang could not control to appear in the secret room. Dijiang noticed someone breaking in and opened his eyes immediately.

However, Dijiang found nothing after opening his eyes, but he believed in his feeling just now, so he used his space magic to create space cutting and frantically attacked every space in the secret room.

Although this secret room is a small world with a large space, as long as someone sneaks in, they will be forced out by the space cutting.

But what surprised Dijiang was that even if he cut every space in the secret room, he did not find any trace of the intruder.

"Did I sense it wrong?"

"Space shock!"

Dijiang lowered his head and muttered to himself, then suddenly raised his head and used space shock.

If the space cutting is still done piece by piece, and the intruder has space to hide, then the space shock is to shake the space in the secret room at the same time, leaving no space for the intruder to hide.

In order not to give the intruder time to react, he also deliberately said a sentence to reduce the intruder's vigilance, and then suddenly launched an attack.

"Is it really an illusion?"

Unfortunately, even if he used such a trick unexpectedly, he still got nothing. He could only regard the feeling just now as an illusion and continue to study the laws of space in seclusion.

Jiang Feng entered his own small world the moment Dijiang opened his eyes, so no matter how Dijiang messed with the space in the secret room, he was not discovered.

When Dijiang fell into deep practice, Jiang Feng slipped out of the secret room. Recalling Dijiang's previous actions, Jiang Feng couldn't help curling his lips.

If anyone says that the Witch Clan is barbarians again in the future, he will have to speak a few words for the Witch Clan. Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, is very insidious and cunning, and he knows how to attack the enemy unexpectedly.