Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Seeing Zhu Rong's flying figure, Tian Wu roared repeatedly.

They were transformed from the essence and blood of the Father God, and the only Pangu authentic in the prehistoric land.

The top of Buzhou Mountain stood tall, and only their Wu clan was not affected by its might. How could it become like this?

Tian Wu roared, and the burly body of the ancestor witch also slammed into it fiercely.

There were many figures left, and they followed closely behind, rushing towards Buzhou Mountain fiercely.

Boom!

There were faint ripples on Buzhou Mountain, and the ancestor witches who were rushing were all violently swept away.

After crushing pieces of space, they smashed hard in the void.

Not to mention hitting Buzhou Mountain, they couldn't even get close.

The ancestor witch Dijiang stood there, looking at the towering pillar in front of him with a soulless look.

The Wu clan's former belief, the Buzhou Mountain pillar that the ancestor witches were proud of, now actually treats them like this.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Dijiang roared in a low roar, with a violent aura in his eyes.

Seeing that the remaining Xuanming and others were about to crash into Buzhou Mountain, Dijiang hurriedly stopped them.

Such a big commotion had already attracted the tribesmen from the distant tribes to come closer.

If the tribesmen knew about this situation, Dijiang would not know how to face them at all.

In the prehistoric land, they regarded themselves as the authentic Pangu, and were also proud of it. Now

Seeing Zhurong and others running from a distance, Dijiang suppressed the panic in his heart: "Go back!"

He didn't know what happened, but such things must not be spread.

Otherwise, not only would they not be able to face all the tribesmen, but the ancestor witch would also not be able to gain a foothold in the prehistoric land.

The identity that they were proud of turned into this state, and all races would laugh at the ancestor witch.

Fortunately, the three lectures of Zixiao Palace were about to begin. There was no innate sacredness in the prehistoric land. At least now only the ancestor witches knew about this situation.

"Brother! It's all because of that damn stone man. We should have killed him!" Zhu Rong's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He attributed everything to Tianyuan.

If there was no Tianyuan, my younger sister would still be here, and the heart of the father god would still be here, and they would still be the only Pangu authentic in the prehistoric land.

It's all because of this Buzhou Mountain stone man. Since Tianyuan appeared, so many things have happened.

"Go back!"

Facing the angry eyes in front of him, Dijiang's eyes were also full of hostility.

Just now, the ten great witch ancestors came together, and they were easily swept away by Buzhou Mountain.

That might of heaven and earth was not something they could resist at all, and no matter how many times they tried, it was useless.

Dijiang's materialized eyes made the many witch ancestors in front of him tremble.

The air began to become extremely oppressive. Xuanming looked at Tianyuan in the distance with hatred, turned around and fled towards the tribe.

The rest of Zhu Rong and others followed closely behind him, roaring and shouting, but they had no intention of disobeying Di Jiang.

Although they were angry, panicked, and even afraid, they still obeyed their elder brother's orders.

Tian Yuan, who was originally excited on Buzhou Mountain, frowned and looked a little solemn.

In his eyes, as the ancestor witches were furious, a strong calamity gathered between heaven and earth, and a thick blood evil overflowed from the void, surrounding them.

However, many ancestor witches, including Di Jiang, seemed not to notice it.

"The more irritable the ancestor witches are, the more they can attract the blood evil energy floating between heaven and earth?" Tian Yuan whispered softly, with some doubts between his eyebrows.

The witch clan tempered their bodies with the evil energy of heaven and earth. After the witch and demon calamity, there was already a gathering of human luck. In this way, the ancestor witches may have greatly increased their strength.

Is it the result of heaven and earth, or is it to balance the two tribes of witches and demons? Or is it to resist him?

Looking at the disappearing Emperor Jiang, Tian Yuan looked up in the direction of chaos.

Earlier, he hid on Mount Buzhou, and that person might not be aware of his existence. But with the advancement of the witch demon calamity, Hongjun must have discovered him.

But Tian Yuan didn't care after just a glance.

Without Hou Tu and Gong Gong, the remaining witch ancestors can't make any waves.

Mount Buzhou is already invincible. When the earth and human beings are completely revived, the role of the witch clan will gradually weaken.

You must know that there is still Pangu's heart in the consciousness space of Mount Buzhou.

When the six reincarnation disks are repaired and the underworld is established, it will be easy to breed the witch clan.

Glancing at the witch tribe in the distance that was already shrouded in thick blood, Tian Yuan's figure slowly disappeared on Mount Buzhou. He was a little curious about how many witches Hou Tu had captured for him.

In the Pangu Temple, Emperor Jiang and ten other witch ancestors stood, each of them exuding a violent aura.

The gas that came out of his mouth was almost tearing the space in front of him apart.

No one spoke, and Xuanming and other ancestor witches all looked at Dijiang.

Houtu had returned, and they thought there was some good news, but they didn't expect that she would still persuade them to give up the prehistoric world.

They were the authentic Pangu, and how could the world of the Father God be handed over to a group of demons.

The ancestor witches were angry and annoyed, blaming Houtu and hating the stone man on Mount Buzhou.

But as Houtu swept away some of the tribesmen, things turned out like this.

They were panicked, angry at Houtu's betrayal, and mixed with a trace of fear that they were unwilling to admit.

Dijiang's wings on his back trembled repeatedly, and he shouted with a little irritability: "Wait here, no one is allowed to move!"

Then, without waiting for Xuanming and others to reply, his figure disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, Dijiang had already arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Looking at Mount Buzhou, which was still emitting rolling power, Dijiang became uneasy.

He hesitated for a long time, but still walked slowly towards the nearby Buzhou Mountain.

This time, he restrained his manic breath and approached the pillar of heaven with his previous piety.

He took a step forward and landed on Buzhou Mountain.

The familiar breath, accompanied by the vast and vast power of heaven, fell and pressed on him.

He didn't know what it felt like for the demons to step on Buzhou Mountain, but at this moment, Dijiang felt the pressure of the Father God.

"Why? Why?" Dijiang roared in anger, he didn't want to believe the scene in front of him.

In the past, they had no effect on Buzhou Mountain, but now they could feel the power.

The ancestors of witches obviously did nothing, but just wanted to control the world left by the Father God. What's wrong with them?

In the prehistoric world, only the witches did not worship the sky or the earth, but only respected Pangu. Only they worshipped the Father God, why did they abandon them now?

The breath on Dijiang's body began to become violent, and his eyes were full of madness.

But before he could make any move, an irresistible momentum swept out, and Dijiang flew out of Buzhou Mountain.

"Roar!"

Flying in the air, Dijiang roared to the sky, and pieces of space were shattered.

In the exploding void, a thick bloody aura emerged, surging towards him and completely submerging him.

Dijiang panted violently, and with each breath, the deep red blood was swallowed into his stomach.

The four wings on his back turned blood red at some point, revealing a creepy red light, shaking rapidly in the void.

"That's right, the ancestor witch is right, only the witch clan can control the prehistoric world!" The hoarse and crazy words came, and the aura of Dijiang became more and more crazy.

Looking fiercely at Buzhou Mountain in the distance, he plunged into the Pangu Temple.

Tianyuan, who entered the will space of Buzhou Mountain, did not know that Dijiang had returned.

But even if he knew, Tianyuan would not care too much.

Buzhou Mountain is powerful enough that no one in the prehistoric world can knock him down.

As long as Buzhou Mountain is there, the prehistoric world will not decline, and he will only become stronger and stronger.

Arriving at the main vein that the witches purified, Hou Tu was in the middle, with Hou Yi, Kua Fu and other great witches standing beside him, and the witches standing in the distance.

Seeing Tian Yuan appear, Hou Tu immediately stepped forward. "Brother Dao!"

The ancestor witch insisted on his own way. This time when he went to the tribe, Hou Tu was more worried about the safety of the tribesmen outside.

Hou Yi and his men seemed to know the situation outside, and they were no longer as resistant to Tian Yuan as before, and they bowed their hands to show their greetings.

Tian Yuan didn't care, and withdrew his eyes from the great witches and nodded to Hou Tu in response.

Thinking of the manic Dijiang and others, Houtu hurriedly asked: "Have my elder brother and his men ever done anything wrong?"

The elder brothers did not listen to her advice. At that time, she only wanted to rescue some of her clansmen and capture some witches for Tianyuan to comb and purify the earth veins. She did not think too much for a while.

Afterwards, she was a little worried that the ancestor witches would do something crazy, such as knocking down Mount Buzhou.

If such a thing really happened, the witch clan would become the sinner of the prehistoric world.

Fortunately, Tianyuan appeared soon, which made Houtu feel a little relieved.

"Nothing! They have returned to Pangu Temple." Tianyuan waved his hand and did not elaborate on the changes of the ancestor witches.

But his eyes looked at the witch clan captured by Houtu. A rough glance showed that there were tens of millions of them, and there were more than twenty great witches in the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

Many died in the war between witches and demons, and many were captured by Tianyuan before. More importantly, Pangu's heart was lost. One less is one less. No wonder Dijiang and other ancestor witches were furious.

Without their people, what can they use to rule the prehistoric world?

These witches are obviously different from other witches in the earth veins. They are shrouded in violent auras, their eyes are full of madness, and they look murderous.

Even if they are suppressed by the body of Hou Tu, the ancestor witch, their irritability can still be clearly felt.

Not to mention the great witches like Hou Yi and Xing Tian, ​​even the ordinary witches in the earth veins can see their abnormality.

Many witches' eyes flowed over them, and their expressions were all puzzled.

Hou Tu heard this, and a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes.

The ancestor witch was born in Pangu Temple. The witch clan claimed to be the authentic Pangu, but they had never benefited this world.

Now that the mission of the witch clan has been found, many brothers rely on their authentic Pangu status, stubborn and self-willed, and do not listen to advice at all.

"Hey!"

Hou Tu sighed softly, and her eyes swept across Kuafu and others beside her, and she immediately shouted angrily: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you go and dredge and purify the earth veins?"

Hou Tu naturally saw the changes in Kuafu and others, but it was far from enough.

Tian Yuan helped the witch clan so much, but these guys didn't know how to be grateful at all.

Dredging and purifying the earth veins can not only improve their own strength, but also benefit the prehistoric world. Such a noble thing, but they still dare to hold grudges, they really deserve to be beaten.

Sweeping across those figures, Hou Tu wanted to beat them up.

"Ah??" Kuafu, who was standing, was stunned. Why did the gentle ancestor witch get angry with him?

Xing Tian was very experienced and turned around and left immediately, followed by Hou Yi and the remaining great witches.

Seeing the actions of many brothers, Kuafu hurriedly trotted forward, and immediately the whole earth vein was rumbling.

Tian Yuan, who was waiting in the middle, had his eyes slightly lit up and was delighted.

Hou Tu's words were much more effective than his. From now on, the work of clearing and purifying the earth veins can be completely handed over to her to lead.

A perfect and virtuous wife!