Honghuang: I can evolve all things

The faces of the other ancestral witches changed, they originally thought that Ling Tian was using cultivation to suppress them, but they didn't expect that Ling Tian was helping them cultivate the power of their physical bodies!

Ling Tian saw that Candle Jiuyin had discovered the mystery, and he didn't say much, just with a wave of his hand, all the ancestral witches were all under Ling Tian's coercion.

Boom!

The ground of the Wu Clan's ancestral land continued to crack, and the faces of the twelve ancestral witches all turned red, trying their best to resist Ling Tian's coercion, and mobilizing the Pangu Mark and the Heavenly Turbidity Qi in their bodies to attract the power of the gods into their bodies.

Ling Tian said indifferently: "The deity Nian'er and the others are the relics of Pangu, so they took action to help you and the others find the correct method of refining the body, the Wu clan is the essence blood of Pangu and the turbidity of the open sky, if you want to quench the body, ordinary things are not feasible at all, only the endless calamity of the evil qi can make the power of your body one step closer."

What's more, the Twelve Heavenly Divine Evil Great Array, the stronger the power of the Divine Evil that you can bear, the more terrifying the power of the Great Array, when the Divine Demon in your body can really turn into a Dutian, as long as you stand on the desolate land, the mana will be endless, and Pangu will not be destroyed!"

The rest of the ancestral witches were all suppressed and speechless, only Houtu, because he mastered the law of the earth, not only could the power of the gods attract more, but the pressure was also less, and he could still speak at this time: "Thank you Ling Tian Saint." "

Ling Tian bowed slightly.

For a whole ten years, Ling Tian had used the power of coercion to help the ancestral witch quench his body.

And the physical power of the ancestral witch is also increasing.

From the beginning, he was almost unsteady even standing up, and later he could bear to stand up, but every time at this time, Ling Tian would increase his coercion a little, and always kept the Twelve Ancestral Witches at the limit of his own body.

Thump!

Thump!

The coercion that had been maintained for ten years finally dissipated from Gonggong and Zhurong.

The dignified ancestor witch actually fell directly to the ground and passed out.

They have reached their limits, and the cultivation of the physical body is not as long as possible like retreat.

In Ling Tian's eyes, no slight change could escape his eyes, so he could easily know where the limit of the Ancestral Witch was.

Soon, Candle Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Bei Harvest, and Extravagant Corpses also fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

After that, the other ancestral witches persisted for a few more months and also fainted, but the unconscious ancestral witch in front had already woken up, and after quickly worshipping Ling Tian, he sent the unconscious ancestral witch to the Pangu blood pool.

Of course, Zhu Rong and Gonggong's physical bodies were not the weakest, it was just that Ling Tian had taught them a lesson.

However, to the surprise of the other ancestors, among the ancestors and witches, it was not Dijiang who persevered to the end!

Di Jiang was the penultimate to fall unconscious, and even before that, he tried his best to fight, because besides him, there was another ancestor who had not fallen!

The dignity of the head of the ancestral witch made him hold on for two more days than Ling Tian had expected.

But in the end, Di Jiang still rolled his eyes and passed out.

The one who persevered to the end was actually Houtu, who had been protected by other ancestors!

Another month passed, and when Ling Tian received the coercion, Houtu also fainted.

Ling Tian nodded secretly, he was worthy of being an ancestral witch who would incarnate in reincarnation in the future, and his strength and willpower were not as weak as she had shown.

The terrain is good, so it is full of virtue.

Di Jiang had already prepared, directly operated the spatial supernatural power, handed over the Houtu to Xuan Ming, and asked Xuan Ming to take the Houtu to the Pangu Blood Pool.

"The grace of the saint, the Wu clan, never dare to forget!" Di Jiang said in a deep voice to Ling Tian.

The rest of the ancestral witches also saluted one after another, with solemn expressions.

Don't look at it as only a short ten years, but in these ten years, after being tempered by the divine qi, the strength of their physical bodies is already comparable to the early stage of quasi-sainthood!

What's more, after ten years of blending with the divine evil, at this time, even if there is no external help, they can also attract the earth and the gods, which is what they are most grateful for.

This matter, for the Wu clan, is by no means inferior to the grace of preaching!

Ling Tian nodded, this time he preached, firstly, because the Wu Clan was the relic of Pangu, and secondly, because Ling Tian had other plans for the Wu Clan.

"The deity has a thing, I want to use the witch clan. Ling Tian said indifferently.

Di Jiang was stunned, but soon bowed down and said: "But according to the sage's orders, Di Jiang went to the soup and went to the fire, and he did not hesitate." "

Di Jiang felt that the things that could make Ling Tian use his mind must not be simple, and he was even full of danger, and even the danger of falling, so he planned to go out on his own.

At this time, Di Jiang had been tempered by the power of the gods, and he was confident that in the desolation, there were few people who were his opponents, and if he did things for Ling Tian, he would have a better chance of surviving.

"The deity wants to accept a disciple in the Wu Clan, can you?" Ling Tian's words made all the ancestral witches stunned.

The saint accepts disciples, this is a great thing!

Di Jiang didn't expect this answer, his expression was excited, and he replied: "This is a blessing for my Wu clan, I don't know which brother and sister the saint has taken a fancy to?"

In Di Jiang's opinion, only the ancestral witch was qualified to be accepted as a disciple by Ling Tian.

If the previous Wu clan did not respect heaven and earth, and was not afraid of saints, after seeing Ling Tian's power at this time, he also had a little awe of saints in his heart.

What's more, Ling Tian obviously had an inexplicable good impression of the Wu Clan, and when he thought about it in Dijiang, he should also be grateful for the Wu Clan's father's merits in opening the heavens.

Not to mention Di Jiang, the rest of the ancestral witches also looked excited.

Although they were already able to communicate with the earth gods, their efficiency was definitely not as good as the help of the coercion of the saints, so their eyes were full of fire.

Including Xuan Ming, who had just returned, his feminine eyes were also full of anticipation at this time.

Ling Tian didn't answer, but flipped his palm, and a strange item appeared on his palm.

Outer Dao Hongmeng Lingbao, Outer Dao Demon Seed!

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