My sister is Nuwa

Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen Pangu Heart in the Ancestral Wu Hall!

The Wu clan can also give birth, so naturally it is about to use the six reincarnations to reproduce.

And in the same way, their luck is also extremely strong, at least compared to what Asura race, I don’t know how much.

However, the back soil of the main creator’s reincarnation has ignored it.

It is impossible for Houtu not to see the benefits of reincarnation, but it is still ignored.

……

Pangu Hall, where the twelve ancestors and witches gathered.

After the Wu tribe was too numerous and scattered into various tribes, they rarely gathered together.

Partly, but no one spoke.

Even Zhurong, who has the largest mouth, and the co-worker who always loves and Zhurong quarrels, is the same.

Their faces were gloomy, and from time to time they looked in the direction of the sea of blood.

Oh, now it should be said that it is the direction of reincarnation…

There, there are their sisters.

“Hey, a few of you, Houtu isn’t dead yet!” Di Jiang looked at this atmosphere and couldn’t help but speak.

Several others glanced at him and did not speak.

They naturally also know that Houtu is not dead, and it can even be said that it is a chance.

But the Wu clan is mainly based on blood inheritance.

And the Houtu who was incarnated in the prefecture, even if he admitted that he was a witch clan, was still ignored by Hongjun.

In other words, Houtu is no longer a purebred witch.

At the same time, Houtu was sealed by the sea of blood for an unknown amount of time, and he and the others were going to fight with the demon race next!

For the second time, he and others have not seen the Houtu for countless years.

Di Jiang just wanted to say something more, but his expression suddenly moved.

“Fuxi Daoyou, why are you here.”

Fuxi did not hide his momentum, and was naturally discovered by Dijiang.

He smiled, his temperament mild: “It’s nothing, it’s just that I heard that your atmosphere just now seems to be a little…”

Di Jiang hesitated, sighed, and said the matter.

Fuxi was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled all of a sudden.

“Fuxi Daoyou?” Zhu Rong frowned dissatisfied.

“Oops, nothing.” Fuxi smiled and said, “Have you forgotten that I still have a drop of Houtu essence blood in my hand?” ”

“What if you use it properly and re-cultivate back to the body of the ancestral witch?”

The ancestral witches’ eyes blinked, blinked twice, and did not come to their senses for a while.

“What you need now is to finish the war in front of you first.” Fuxi smiled and said, “If you are defeated after the birth of Houtu, then you will not have the face to see the Houtu girl.” ”

Defeat?

The ancestral witches suddenly became excited.

“A group of demon races, I Zhurong will also lose?”

“Ahem, Fuxi Daoyou too, but of course we can’t lose, right, Gonggong?”

“Of course, just Dijun and Taiyi, the two miscellaneous birds, can defeat us?”

“Not bad, Fuxi Daoyou, if you don’t make a move, those birds can only defeat us by dreaming!”

Fuxi smiled, sure enough, for Zu Wu, the method of agitation was the most useful.

“Yes, then I will watch expectantly.” Fuxi smiled.

“Brother Fuxi Dao, are you coming this time?” Xuan Yu spoke softly.

“Oh, it’s like this.” Fuxi put Houtu’s words aside.

Ancestors, look at me, I look at you.

In the end, Di Jiang, who was the leader, spoke: “It’s okay, even if the soil has said so, then… Xuanxi, you take Fuxi Daoist friends. ”

Xuan Xi’s lips moved, and a cold voice said, “Brother Dao come with me.” ”

Saying that, the white clothes went straight to the back of the Zuwu Hall.

Fuxi’s eyes blinked, and he followed the beautiful figure.

……

Zuwu Temple, the center of the Wu tribe and the sacred place of the Wu clan.

Although the ancestral witches do not have any building cells, and the Wu clan does not have a single star and a half of building cells, their ancestral witch hall is simple and windy, and it is extremely majestic.

And a hint of… As if Pangu is alive!

The Zuwu Hall covers a huge area, and in the past, Di Jiang and others were received in the front hall, even Fuxi, who had never entered the back hall.

If you look at it from the outside, the apse is the place with the largest area.

The front hall where Di Jiang and the others received did not even have one-tenth of the area of the back hall!

In the past, the twelve ancestral witches all lived in the ancestral witch hall at the same time, even if the Wu clan is scattered now, there is still the strongest Dijiang of the twelve ancestral witches, and the first wise man of the Wu clan, Zhuo Jiuyin, is guarding here.

Fuxi was also curious, but because of his relationship with Zuwu, he had never made calculations.

And now…

Let the ancestral witches be so solemn, what is behind this ancestral witch hall?

He followed Xuan Hao, who was dressed in white, his face was cold, but with a hint of regret.

The breath on his body emanated from time to time, and his heart was obviously entangled.

“Ahem, Xuanlu sister paper, you are?” Fuxi coughed twice.

If it weren’t for his ability to observe expressions, I am afraid that he would have thought that Xuan Xi was dissatisfied because Dijiang let Fuxi enter the back of the Zuwu Hall.

The Xuanxian Lord is in charge of the water and the law of cold ice, that breath is released, if it is not for Fuxi, others may be frozen to death by her breath!

“It should have been mine…,” Xuan Yu muttered softly.

“Huh?” Fuxi was stunned.

“I said, this matter should have been told to you by me, not Houtu…” Xuan Xi’s small mouth pouted slightly, his cold little face and cold eyes, but they all carried a sense of sorrow, and they looked more gorgeous.

Fuxi: “…”

The two walked into the apse.

A vague coercion came, and as Fuxi gradually stepped into it, the coercion became stronger and stronger.

Fuxi narrowed his eyes, this coercion was very familiar to him.

After stepping into the back hall, what came into view was an incomparably huge pool of blood, the size of a football field in the later life, and the blood inside was slowly rotated and flowed under the urging of some mysterious force, and a blood mist filled the blood pool.

Fuxi’s eyes flickered.

At the bottom of the blood pool, there is a huge heart, which is also the protagonist who exudes coercion!

The heart was slightly shriveled, but it was still beating slowly, and with each beat, it could emit a faint but very powerful muffled sound.

Obviously, the sound is not loud, but it is like heavenly thunder in the ears of people!

The familiar coercion, the familiar breath, Fuxi, who had climbed to the top of the Buzhou Mountain, immediately understood the essence of this thing.

Heart of Pangu!

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