Great Landlord: Pangu is my parent's worker

Zu Wu does not respect heaven and earth, only Pangu.

The Father God is Pangu, the spiritual symbol of Zuwu and even the Wu clan, and the god of Zuwu.

The ancestral witches sincerely loved and respected Pangu as a father.

Unlike Sanqing, although he has been shouting that Pangu is authentic, he is not so attentive to Pangu.

However, Pangu has not appeared since the beginning of the heavens.

Even Zu Wu thought Pangu was dead.

How can he still be alive.

Now hear Pangu here.

They were all excited.

“Xuanxi, is what you said true?”

“Is God the Father really still there?

“It’s so good that I said God the Father will not die.”

The ancestral witches surrounded Xuanxi, crying and laughing for a while.

If he was seen by the flood creatures, he would definitely drop his jaw.

These old and rough have such a sentimental side.

“Xuanxi, take us to the Father.”

“Yes, we are going to see God the Father.”

“Xuanxi, we’ll go with you to deliver the meal.”

Xuan Yu also understood the feelings of his brothers.

When she saw Pangu, she was also so excited.

Di Jiang walked in front of Xuanxi:

“Xuanxi, quickly lead the way, we can’t wait.”

Xuan Hao nodded and led the ancestral witches to the back mountain.

The ancestral witches saw an incomparably huge towering tree.

Even if they restore the true body of Zuwu, they are just ants standing under the tree.

Looking up, it feels endless, unattainable.

The branches of large trees crisscross the world, and even one branch can crush thousands of worlds.

On the bottom branch stood a big man in the shape of a bold man.

Dressed in somewhat tattered clothes and holding a black axe in his hand, he was desperately chopping a finger-thick branch.

Boom, the branches were cut off.

Pangu panted, his eyes full of excitement.

He improved again.

It turned out that only branches the thickness of chopsticks could be chopped.

Now you can cut off finger-thick branches.

But this scene in the eyes of the ancestors stunned everyone.

What a situation here.

Father God is a peerless powerhouse who can open up the heavens and the earth.

All three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were suppressed and killed.

How come now chopping a finger-thick branch is tired and panting.

The body turned into a flood, and the strength was exhausted.

It seems that God the Father really can’t do it.

Now even a branch is chopped.

It’s really sad to watch.

If Pangu knew what the ancestral witches thought.

Give them a blast for sure.

Is this a tree in general?

This is the landlord’s house.

A bunch of.

Let you cut it.

You all cut down branches with thick hair.

Dare to say that I can’t do Pangu?

Do you want to reinvent it?

“Xuanxi, has Father been chopping wood like this?”

Xuan Xi smiled bitterly, she was also very helpless for Pangu.

She also wanted to help, but Pangu wouldn’t let her do it.

“Yes, God the Father has been chopping small branches, and he is tired every day.

I couldn’t chop a bundle of firewood for a day and a night, and I didn’t have the face to go to the small courtyard to eat. ”

The ancestral witches looked at each other, and Di Jiang said in a deep voice:

“Don’t mention the cultivation matter for a while, let’s just take a look at the Father God, understand?”

The ancestral witches all responded with understanding eyes.

In their opinion, although Pangu’s strength is gone, he still does not have any disgust.

They consider themselves descendants of Pangu and children of Pangu.

No matter what Pangu looks like, they all respect and love Pangu.

“Father, I have brought you food.”

Xuan Hao shouted, and Pangu jumped down from the tree.

I saw the eyes of the ancestral witches shining.

As the creator of the flood waste, he certainly knew Zuwu.

“What are you doing here?”

“Father God, we have come to see you, and if you want to go back to the flood, we will take you back.”

“Didn’t you see me chopping firewood?”

Pangu waved his hand.

Hong Huang is just a Heavenly Dao-level world, and he is going to be a Dao-level.

Go back and do what, play the game of eagle catching chicken with Tiandao Hongjun.

The ancestral witches were very sad.

I thought that Pangu had lost his strength and had no face to return to the flood waste.

“Father God, there are our twelve ancestors, you returned to the flood wilderness, and you are also the lord of the flood wilderness.”

“you, Lord of the Flood, I am the woodcutter of the landlord, and no one can stop me from chopping firewood.”

Pangu picked up the lunch box and ate like no one else.

He didn’t have time to delay, and he had to chop wood after eating.

Finger-thick branches have to be chopped, otherwise how to scrape together a bundle of firewood.

“Father God, are you happy with Lord Landlord?”

As soon as Zhu Rong finished speaking, Pangu stared at him with murderous intent.

Pangu said coldly:

“Lord Landlord treats me so well, I am not allowed to say anything bad about Lord Landlord in the future, even if it is doubtful.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Zhu Rong quickly admitted his mistake, saying in his heart that the strength of the father god was small, but his temper was greater.

Pangu finished his meal and returned to the tree to continue chopping firewood.

The ancestral witches did not speak much, and they were able to chop wood at the landlord’s place.

It’s also a blessing.

Although God the Father can now only cut off branches with the thickness of his fingers.

But he is still Lord Father.

We can’t do anything else.

Spend more time with him.

Let him feel happy, feel happy.

This is the most important thing to do as a junior.

If Pangu knew what the ancestral witches thought.

It is definitely necessary to chase them back with an axe and screw their heads off.

He is going to the avenue level, not a weak chicken.

And accompany him more, accompany a fart.

Don’t delay Lao Tzu chopping wood.

Return to the gate of the small courtyard again.

The ancestral witches were very happy.

Just met God the Father.

Now you can redeem the Houtu Xuanxian again.

Walking into the courtyard, the ancestral witches were stunned by the garden.

“Xuanxi, is this a newly created garden by the landlord?”

“It’s amazing, there are so many fruits on the tree, I really want to taste it.”

“There are melons on the ground, which looks delicious.”

“These things all carry an inexplicable aura, as if they are better than the spiritual root of the flood waste.”

Xuan Xi said with a smile:

“This is an orchard built by the landlord, specializing in growing fruits and vegetables,

Moreover, each one is a Chaos Spirit Root, which is ten thousand times better than the ten Great Spirit Roots of the Flood Barrens. ”

“I’ll go, do you want to be so strong.”

“Seeing this, I feel that the Void Spirit Five Crystal Soul Rice is not fragrant.”

“With so many spirit roots, why is the landlord so proud.”

The ancestral witches covered their mouths desperately, afraid that saliva would come out.

Qiu Lu couldn’t help but laugh when she saw it.

Pick ten peaches with a wave of your hand.

“Xuanxi, they are your brothers, give them these peaches to eat.”

“Thank you, Sister Qiu Lu.”

Xuan Xi happily thanked him, these peaches are all Chaos Spirit Roots, which can enhance and purify the body of Zu Wu as a whole, which is of great benefit.

The ancestral witches respectfully thanked Qiu Lu.

Xuan Hao told them that Qiu Lu was a Dao-level powerhouse.

They don’t dare to make a second time, even if they are reckless.

Leaving the orchard, the group came to the garden again.

The sinner’s floral fragrance made Xuan Xian feel good.

The ancestral witches did not appreciate it.

“What is the landlord planting so many flowers for?”

“yes, and you can’t eat it.”

“It’s still shaky to look at, and there are no stones to look at.”

“It doesn’t taste good either, I always feel like I want to sneeze, let’s go.”

Xuan Xi was a little speechless, these brothers are all old and rough, and they don’t understand romance at all.

Hum.

The ancestral witches were inexplicably sent out of the garden, and Xuan Yu knew that it was Miaoling who made it.

Miaoling loves flowers, and the ancestors don’t understand flowers.

Out of sight, out of mind, Miaoling sent the ancestral witches away.

When they arrived at the Second Daoyuan, the ancestral witches saw Hong Ji.

All saluted respectfully.

It’s not how scared they are.

It’s because Hongji cooks.

They were very grateful to Hong Ji for making such a delicious meal.

So I have a lot of respect for Hongji.

“You guys are coming, come in quickly, I miss you all.”

Lu Xuan personally came to the gate of the courtyard and welcomed the ancestral witches in, with a kind smile on his face.

What he said was true.

He really missed the ancestral witches.

The ancestors pulled away 200,000 catties of Void Spirit Five Crystal Soul Rice last time, and they also pressed the Xuanxian Houtu here as a hostage.

This time I will definitely bring a lot of things.

“Lord Landlord is polite, we should have come to see you a long time ago.”

Di Jiang walked in with the ancestral witches and sat around the table.

“Big brother, you guys are here.”

Houtu came out of the house, his face full of surprise.

She hadn’t seen her brothers in a long time.

Di Jiang nodded.

“This time we came here to pay off the debt, and by the way, we will take you and Xuanxian back.”

Houtu was originally quite happy, and was silent when he heard that he was going to take her back.

Lu Xuan’s eyes lit up.

If the ancestral witches want to pay off their debts, it should be a lot of good things.

The more things, the more points.

Upgrading the courtyard is just around the corner.

“You guys come to pay off the debt, then take out the things and take a look.”

Di Jiang and the other ancestors made a look.

The ten ancestors took out the bag at the same time, and then poured the things on the ground together.

Ten big bags of treasures.

Lu Xuan’s eyes lit up.

Before counting, Lu Xuan said happily:

“Hong Ji, go and ask Xuan Xi to see if you can catch a wild boar, and leave your brothers to eat here today.”

Sora received the task.

Hurry up and throw off the empty rope to fish for ten thousand worlds.

The landlord wants to eat pork.

Then you have to catch a pig.

It must also be Heavenly Dao-level.

Time is so tight, and the emptiness is also Alexander.

Lu Xuan didn’t care how to catch wild boars.

Just counting the treasures like a money junkie.

“Hongji, bring me pen, ink and paper, I will write it down in the ledger.”

Hong Ji was a little speechless.

Lord Landlord.

You are the master of the road.

Can these rags get into your eyes?

Red dust realized, the landlord’s state of mind is simply too invincible.

Unexpectedly, he realized the state of mind of mortals when they first saw Baoshan Mountain.

Such a state of mind, a concubine really can’t do it.

Although I was helpless in my heart.

Hong Ji still cooperated and took pen, ink and paper.

The pen is an ethereal pen.

Ink is the law of darkness.

Paper is the foundation of the avenue.

Inkstone is a dark ancient inkstone.

It was Lu Xuan’s piece of paper, which was ten million times more valuable than these treasures on the ground.

Lu Xuan didn’t care about this, he had already begun to record happily.