Prehistoric: Bind Saint Nuwa at the beginning

Tongtian began to report to Su Ye in detail on the development of the Wu clan during this period of time.

When I heard that the Wu clan now has a population of tens of millions, and it has begun to spread towards the entire flood wilderness.

Rao is Su Ye was also a little surprised, the reproduction ability of the Wu clan is not high, it seems that the arrival of his apprentice has brought a lot of changes to the Wu clan.

Su Ye went to the Wu Clan this time, in addition to knocking and beating the Twelve Ancestral Witches, just to see if there were any other treasures in this ancient hall.

Now it seems that Su Ye is a little disappointed.

Soon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches came to the Pangu Palace, and Su Ye sat at the head of the main hall safely.

"I don't know what the saint has to command, and we and the ancestors and even the witch clan must do our best. "

Seeing that Su Ye didn't speak for a long time, Di Jiang had to bow down and say cautiously.

"Playing for this seat?"

"Let's save your Wu clan first. "

Su Ye looked indifferent, as if he had thought of something, and said with a sneer.

The twelve ancestral witches who sat down were all shocked, including Tongtian, and they didn't know why Su Ye said that.

It stands to reason that the strength of the Wu clan has made great progress today.

Even if the demon clan comes to attack, with the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array, as well as millions of witch elites, it can be completely blocked.

But how could a saint say anything, and there is a reason for saying this.

"Today's demon clan, Emperor Jun Taiyi has all beheaded a corpse, and the same is true of Kunpeng Fuxi, and the overall high-end strength has made great progress. "

"Most of the ten demon gods who sat down have also advanced to quasi-saints, and the strength of the demon clan is far superior to that of Er, and they don't know it. "

Su Ye glanced at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said lightly.

After listening to Su Ye's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witches breathed a sigh of relief, they had twelve heavenly gods in their own family, and the last battle completely crushed the demon clan.

Even if the overall strength of the demon clan is one step closer, what can it be, the Wu clan is not afraid at all.

Su Ye chuckled, looking at the expressions of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he knew what they were thinking.

"The power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array is powerful, but you can keep using it?"

"Not to mention, soon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches will become the Eleventh Ancestral Witches, what should you do when the time comes?"

Su Ye directly poured a basin of cold water down, these twelve ancestors were really arrogant, thinking that they could sit back and relax by relying on the Great Array of the Twelve Heavenly Gods.

Don't you know, even Su Ye has never been proud, and they dare to be so arrogant if they exist like ants.

"What?"

"How is that possible!"

"The saint means that some of us will fall?"

Su Ye's words directly shocked the Twelve Ancestors.

If someone really fell among the twelve ancestral witches, then not to mention that the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array could no longer be used, and the high-end combat power would be completely suppressed.

"It's not about the fall, it's just the general trend. "

Speaking of this, Su Ye paused and glanced at Houtu meaningfully.

Hou Tu noticed the sage's gaze, and his heart was cold, and he knew that what the sage said was missing an ancestral witch, which was himself.

"I hope that the saint will have mercy on my witch clan. "

The twelve ancestral witches knelt down one after another, pleading with Su Ye in unison.

"The general trend of the Heavenly Dao, although this seat can be stopped, the cost is too great, but this matter is not a bad thing for the Wu Clan. "

"There is a law in this seat, so listen carefully. "

“....."

As Su Ye told the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the remedy, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were originally frowning, gradually smiled.

However, Houtu is still preoccupied.

.....

"Styx, you have to be so hard, the poor road is the first cloud of heaven and earth, even if you can't kill the way. "

The red cloud roared hoarsely, and the sound came from a strangely colored cloud.

At this time, Hongyun was already about to go crazy, and he was just planning to make a deal, and by the way, he would contribute the Enlightenment Tea Tree in his hand to the humane side.

Who would have thought that this Styx Ancestor would be so unreasonable and directly want to kill people and seize treasures.

Rao is Hongyun is so good-tempered, and he is also a little angry.

What would protect him was the supreme innate spirit treasure that was taken away by the Heavenly Dao but recovered by Su Ye, the Three Thousand Clouds.

This treasure is a defensive treasure, which is why Red Cloud has been able to hold out in the hands of Styx until now.

In fact, Hongyun also had a superb innate spirit treasure ninety-nine soul scattering gourd in his hand, but it was used by him to cut off the good corpse.

Now that it's a pinch, it's impossible to use it.

So Red Cloud didn't fight Styx at all, but defended together.

With 3,000 clouds, coupled with his own special supernatural powers, he barely survived.

Even if there is an innate great array, and there are still two killing swords in his hand, Hongxia and Qingying, but the Styx still can't help this red cloud in a short period of time.

"Hehe, the power of the futon position in Zixiao Palace is actually in the spirit treasure, Hongyun, you really don't want to be faceless?"

The Styx Ancestor is also extremely angry, and this red cloud is really a strange flower in the wilderness.

He has a treasure, but he only uses it for defense, and he doesn't fight with himself at all.

In the face of this protection without dead ends, even the Styx Ancestor has no good way.

It can only be refined with water grinding and refining little by little.

However, the time required is too much, and it will take at least one Yuan Hui's water mill work.

It doesn't hurt to be normal, it is not easy to distinguish the winner from the battle between the quasi-saint powerhouses, and it is normal to fight a one-yuan meeting.

But in tens of thousands of years, it will be the last time the saint preached, and the Styx Ancestor felt that this last sermon was very important.

For the sake of a superb innate spiritual treasure, coupled with the enlightened tea tree, I lost the opportunity to listen to the Tao and descend to a saint.

Styx Ancestor felt very lost, and Styx had always faintly felt that the position of the futon in the Dao Palace was likely to represent the identity of the saint's disciple.

At this time, the River Styx already wanted to give up, waiting for the future to slowly plot.

But he was unwilling, and in the future, how could this red cloud still be sent to the door.

Unless you can be sanctified, you can completely crush the red cloud in front of you.

In the midst of all these thoughts, the Styx Ancestor no longer hesitated, and decided to use the two killing swords that had not yet been unsheathed.

Hongxia and Qingying, since the Styx Ancestor sacrificed them, they have never really come out of the sheath to kill the enemy.

The reason is the ambition of the River Styx, if it is a strong person who can use the red glow and the green darkness to dye the blood of the quasi-saint peak, then he can use secret methods to make it go further.

In this way, he can barely catch up with Yuan Tu Abi.

But the red cloud in front of him, although it was only in the middle stage of the quasi-saint, also reached the lowest expectation in Styx's heart.

Without thinking about it anymore, the Styx Ancestor stared at him and decided to sacrifice the sword with the blood of the red cloud.

Zheng Zheng~

The blue and red swords buzzed, and the cold aura instantly enveloped the entire sea of blood, and even the south. _

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