Rebirth of the Qinglian Road in the Great Desolation

At this time, Di Jiang said again: "But this matter also has a disadvantage for us."

Hearing this, the other ancestral witches disagreed, and Zhu Rong said again: "It's a good thing for Houtu sister to get the holy status and the soul, how can you say it's a bad thing?"

"It is indeed a good thing, but have you ever thought that now that Houtu sister has obtained the soul, wouldn't it mean that the Dutianshen evil formation that we spent thousands of years to create was in vain?" Di Jiang explained.

"Brother, how do you say this? Why do you say it was a white wound?" Gonggong said with a puzzled look on his face. The other ten ancestral wizards also looked at Di Jiang with doubts on their faces.

"You brothers and sisters, you don't know. I am a member of the main formation, so I know the flaws of this formation. However, the formation we created is only suitable for the Wu tribe like us who do not have a soul. Once we have a soul,

I can't maintain this formation. This, in fact, is not a flaw. It's just that Houtu sister has obtained the soul now." Di Jiang sighed. Then he said: "However, as long as Houtu sister can become a saint.

, this formation is useless even if it comes."

When Hou Tu heard this, he thought for a while and said: "But this time Nuwa of the demon clan also got a holy status. I thought that with her here, I might not be able to attack the demon clan after becoming a saint, so this formation

It is our protection, but it should not be lost."

"Then what should we do?" Zhu Rong roared with an angry look, as if he was talking to Di Jiang, to Hou Tu, or to himself.

But no matter how loud his voice was, no one paid attention to him. What is this if it's not sad?

Following Zhu Rong's roar, the back earth palace fell into silence. Even the great witch guarding outside was confused. Why did the twelve ancestral witches discuss things today without you yelling and me yelling? It's really strange, but this is not what he dared to do.

I asked, I could only keep this doubt in my stomach.

A heavy atmosphere filled the back earth hall. It took about a cup of tea, but a sound broke the dull atmosphere.

"I've thought of a way, but I don't know if it's feasible." Hou Tu said weakly.

When the ancestral witches heard this, their eyes lit up, and they heard a flurry of chatter.

"Sister Houtu, what can we do?" "Yes, what can we do? Come on, tell me, you are making me anxious."...

Hou Tu sweated violently and thought to himself: You have to give me a chance to say this. If you don't stop, what will I, a younger sister, say?

"Can't you stop? It's so noisy, what do you think Houtu said?" At this time, Di Jiang saw Houtu's embarrassment and quickly came to the rescue.

After Boss Dijiang spoke, everyone did not dare to say anything more. They all could only stare at Hou Tu.

Hou Tu didn't talk nonsense. As soon as the voice stopped, he said quickly: "I think, how about we learn from Father God Pangu and use a drop of our own blood to create another ancestral witch?"

After everyone heard this, they thought about it and found that although this method was clumsy, it was feasible. However, the ancestral witch they created was not as powerful as them. After all, although the essence and blood of the twelve of them were combined, there was no Pangu spirit.

Blood is precious, but there is no other way at the moment. I can only try this.

Everyone looked at each other and saw their own answers in their own eyes, which was obvious.

At that moment, the twelve ancestral witches did not hesitate at all, and each forced out a drop of blood essence. Since they had already decided, they went ahead with it. This is the style of the ancestral witches.

After the essence and blood were extracted, he called a great witch who had made great contributions to the witch clan and took out twelve drops of the ancestral witch essence and blood that he had just extracted. The great witch drank it without even looking at what it was.

The twelve ancestral witches looked at it and nodded happily.

But these twelve ancestral witches are also very nervous. Think about it, those are twelve drops of blood essence. If they are not absorbed by the ancestral witch one by one, but all at once, isn't this going to kill the great witch?

You see, the great witch started to work, and his body slowly expanded. Alas...it's so weak that it can't be replenished.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches took a look at it and thought that this was not bad. If he was really allowed to die, not to mention the irresponsible remarks of the witch clans under them in the future, the twelve drops of essence and blood wasted in front of them would be enough to make them feel distressed for a while.

Not daring to neglect at that moment, they all stepped forward to help the great witch absorb the blood essence he just drank.

Fortunately, the great witch had some foundation and had the cultivation of the late Golden Immortal, so they were saved.

At this time, I saw that the great witch's cultivation level was like a rocket, soaring all the way to the peak of Jinxian, the early stage, middle stage, late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal,...all the way to the peak of Daluo Jinxian before stopping.

It's not because the twelve points of blood essence energy has been absorbed, but because of the limitations of physical qualifications, which can only reach the peak of Daluo Jinxian.

"Haha...Thirteenth Brother" sounded twelve times. All the ancestral witches are free-spirited people. Once they identify a person, they will not change. That's it, they recognized that person.

If he is known as a great witch, he will not look down upon him just because he is a great witch. So the thirteenth brother actually called him out sincerely.

At this time, the great witch also knew the cause and effect, and he was not pretentious at the moment. The twelve eldest brothers paid their respects to him again one by one.

Just like that, Wu Shisan of the Wu clan came out.

In the prehistoric times, we did not keep track of years, and unknowingly it had been ten thousand years since Hongjun came together. During these ten thousand years, the Four Pure Ones also came out of seclusion one after another. At this time, both Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian had passed through this time.

The retreat has reached the state of killing two corpses. Although Chen Feng and I have not killed themselves, they will not be able to do so for long.

And Chen Feng's three disciples are even more powerful than the other. Qiyu has reached the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, Kong Xuanda has reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian, and Lianzhu has killed a corpse and achieved the Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit. They are not unpowerful.

And this time I, Yuan Yuan, and Tong Tian were also shocked by the rapid cultivation of Chen Feng's three apprentices. They all envied their senior brothers, but they couldn't envy him. At the moment, one by one

He left the mountain and began his journey to find apprentices.

During these ten thousand years, the prehistoric era has been transformed. Without Hongjun's suppression, all the innate gods have no regard for face in order to snatch the innate spiritual treasures and use them to kill corpses. After all, everyone knows that using innate spiritual treasures to kill corpses is definitely better than killing corpses.

The cultivation level of forcibly beheading corpses must be strong.

{The second update is here. It’s a bit late today. The scholar is here to say sorry to everyone. Every day is indispensable: please recommend and collect}