Prehistoric: Across The Country

Hong Lei preached to his disciples, and he himself fell into enlightenment, comprehended the power of the rules of good fortune, and wanted to derive the three thousand laws into the power of rules.

"boom!"

Hong Lei embodies the long river of three thousand laws, inherits the chaotic void, circulates countless dao marks, and condenses the majestic power of rules.

The entire Penglai Island of Four Immortals is wrapped by the laws of heaven and earth, as if it is about to evolve into a chaotic world, with various chaotic airflows circulating.

Hong Lei explained the Dao, unaware of the passage of time, let alone the major events that happened in Honghuang.

The prehistoric Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, in the ancestral witch palace of the witch clan.

Eleven ancestral witches including Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Qiang Liang, and Gong Gong gathered in the hall, with worried expressions on their faces.

"Brother, the witch tribe lacks the ancestor witch of the earth, and the formation of the gods and demons in the twelve capitals is incomplete. If the monster tribe invades aggressively, we may be unable to resist. We must find a way to make up for the incompleteness of the ancestor witch of the earth."

In the battle between Yaoting and Penglai, although they suffered heavy losses and were almost wiped out by Hong Lei, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi recruited a large number of Yaozu and restored their heyday.

The number of monster clans is not the fundamental issue, the most important thing is the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation.

The monster court has recovered its background, and it will definitely be able to set up the next week 07 star formation again. If they attack the witch clan on a large scale, what will they do to resist it.

If the Houtu is still there, they can set up the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Demons to fight against the Great Formation of Zhou Tianxing.

Now, the Houtu has become a peaceful place to suppress the six reincarnations, and one of the twelve ancestor witches is missing, unable to form a formation to meet the enemy, which makes Zhu Jiuyin and other ancestor witches very embarrassed.

"The Houtu no longer exists, and we still have the heart of the Father God. Maybe we can obtain a drop of blood essence and cultivate an ancestor witch."

The twelve ancestral witches are all the blood essence of Pangu after countless years of cultivation, and then they became ancestral witches.

If Pangu's blood essence can be obtained and a certain great witch can be convinced, another ancestor witch will definitely be born.

"For the current plan, we can only take a risk!"

As soon as Zhu Jiuyin finished speaking, countless witch marks appeared all over the body of the ancestor witches, and the power of the majestic blood gathered in the void, opening a door to the void.

"call out!"

The ancestor witches stepped into the gate of the void, and saw a hall floating in nothingness, exuding a unique atmosphere belonging to Pangu. On the door plaque of the hall, "the three ministers of "Pangu Hall" are also written.

The Pangu Palace was transformed from Pangu's head, and its strength was not weaker than the Acquired Supreme Treasure. It was also the inheritance place of the Wu Clan, suppressing the huge luck of the Wu Clan.

The ancestral witches entered the Pangu Hall. The interior of the hall was very simple. There was only one side of the blood pool that had dried up, and there was a huge heart beating vigorously above the blood pool.

"Boom!"

Pangu's heart was beating vigorously, spewing out majestic chaotic energy, and the immeasurable avenue lines appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if in Fuxi.

Every time Pangu's heart beats, it bursts out with terrifying power and spreads to the surroundings. If it weren't for the ancestors and witches with Pangu's blood, they might be crushed to death.

"Father God Pangu, the Wu Clan is facing a crisis of survival, and the descendants will not return to their ancestors as witches. We are here to ask for help, and please reward the Wu Clan with a drop of blood essence to help the Wu Clan resolve the crisis!"

"Also ask Father God for help to resolve the crisis of the witch clan!"

Di Jiang and other ancestor witches knelt down on the ground and bowed to Pan Gu's heart.

Pangu was transformed into a prehistoric world, and his life and death are still unsolved mysteries. Some people say that he has long since fallen, and there are even rumors that Pangu still has a backhand, waiting for the opportunity to be resurrected.

Pangu's heart has been preserved since the opening of the sky, and it is still beating vigorously. This makes the ancestors think that their father god Pangu has not died yet, and there must be ten days of rebirth.

This heart, in the eyes of the ancestral witches, is their father god Pangu, noble and great, if it does not threaten the survival of the witch clan, Pangu's heart will never be damaged.

If they didn't get the blood essence from Pangu's heart, they wouldn't be able to gather the twelve ancestral witches, and without the blessing of the gods and demons in the twelve capitals, they would definitely not be able to resist the powerful demon army.

"Buzz!"

Pangu's heart trembled slightly, the immeasurable dao pattern shone brightly, and the majestic blood mist condensed into a drop of dark red blood, which fell in front of Dijiang.

A terrifying coercion burst out from Pangu's blood essence, and the surrounding halls were violently impacted.

After Pangu's heart forced out a drop of blood, his whole body became dull, as if he had consumed a lot of energy, he could barely beat.

"This drop of blood is not easy to come by. It consumes most of the essence of Father God's heart. We must choose the most powerful great witch and cultivate it into the ancestor witch of the earth."

"Among the Earth Tribe, Xing Tian is the most powerful, why not let him absorb this drop of blood essence!"

Xing Tian is known as the God of War in the Wu Clan, and only Zu Wu can overwhelm him, and his strength has already reached the perfect state of Daluo Jinxian.

As long as he swallowed Pan Gu's blood essence, Xing Tian could not only transform his own blood, but also break the shackles and step into the quasi-sage realm.

"Xing Tian has extraordinary potential, let him refine this drop of blood essence!"

After Di Jiang made a final decision, all the ancestor witches slowly withdrew from the Pangu Palace, returned to the Wu clan tribe, and immediately summoned Xingtian to give Pangu's essence and blood to him for refining.

Pangu's blood essence, after countless years of absorbing the evil energy of heaven and earth, can be derived into an ancestor witch by itself, but it takes an extremely long time.

The ancestor witches couldn't wait that long, so they could only let Xing Tian absorb the blood essence and directly cultivate an ancestor witch.

Xing Tian replaced Hou Tu and became the ancestral shaman of the soil. He followed Di Jiang and others to practice the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons formation day and night, just to fight against the demon court.

On the coast of the East China Sea, Penglai Four Immortals Island.

Hong Lei preached for everyone, and many disciples of Renjiao made breakthroughs one after another, and their realms improved.

Even Fuxi and Queen Mother of the West have the opportunity to break through 230.

"cut!"

A ray of golden light condensed into a blade and slashed towards Fuxi, and a mass of malicious obsession floated out of his body.

Hong Lei, who was preaching, felt something, waved his sleeves, and a gossip compass exuding the aura of the best innate spiritual treasure flew out, and landed firmly in front of Fuxi.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fuxi thanked him, and directly integrated his own evil thoughts into the gossip compass, condensing it into an evil corpse.

"Boom!"

Fuxi successfully cut out the evil corpse, breaking through the middle stage of quasi-sage, the eight trigrams and seals all over his body imprisoned the heaven and the earth, suppressed the endless void, and the immeasurable spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth gathered into the sea.

Before the terrifying aura dissipated, the Queen Mother of the West cut out evil thoughts and merged into the top-grade innate spiritual treasure water purification bowl, turning into an evil corpse exuding yin energy. Her cultivation directly broke through the middle stage of quasi-sage.

Zhen Yuanzi showed doubts on his face. He knew the opportunity to break through, but he was hindered, which made people very distressed, as if there was still a lack of opportunity.

Nuwa's body breath was ups and downs, and the laws of good fortune were undergoing earth-shaking transformations, as if they were about to evolve into the power of rules.

"Boom!"

Hong Lei stopped preaching, Huang Zhong Dalu's Taoist voice gradually subsided, and the infinite vision circulating in the void disappeared between heaven and earth.

Hundreds of trillions of people teach disciples to wake up leisurely, each showing a look of joy, obviously they all have a good harvest. .