The Mysterious Origin of Creation

Sun Palace.

Emperor Jun did not make a big fanfare, but called Kunpeng alone.

Kunpeng walked into the Sun Palace with a gloomy expression. Kunpeng was not in a very happy mood, and Di Jun was definitely looking for him for no good.

It's just that one of his souls is above the demon summoning flag, which makes Kunpeng have to obey Di Jun's orders.

In addition, Taiyi was half-step Hunyuan at this time and was the most powerful being under the saints, which made Kunpeng even more afraid to make any changes.

Faced with such a situation, the only option is to come over honestly.

Kunpeng walked into the place where Emperor Jun was practicing.

Kunpeng bowed and said: "Your Majesty..."

Di Jun stood up, walked up to Kunpeng cordially, and said with a gentle face, "Here you go, thank you for your hard work."

The more Di Jun acted like this, the more uneasy Kunpeng felt. He was reflecting on whether he had done something wrong. Could it be that he had embarrassed Di Jun recently? After thinking about it, Kunpeng couldn't figure it out.

Kunpeng said: "Your Majesty... I don't know what's going on."

Di Jun's eyes flashed and he said in a gentle tone: "That's it. I just explored the world and found that Hou Yi among the witch clan has become the new ancestral witch. This can allow the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods to display the great formation. Showing the boundless power of Pangu’s true form makes it very difficult for me.”

Kunpeng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood what Di Jun meant.

The purpose is to find a way to reduce the number of ancestral witches. This will prevent the witch clan from being able to use the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation and display the powerful Pangu true body. If Houtu is not sanctified, Kunpeng will not be too afraid.

The saint is immortal.

Even if Hou Tu couldn't get out of this netherworld for a while, and she was jealous of him, it wouldn't be a good thing.

Kunpeng, who originally just planned to paddle, felt a hundred reluctances in his heart and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty... I am really lacking in talent and knowledge, so I cannot shoulder this important task."

Di Jun said earnestly: "I know your difficulties, Demon Master, but I really can't think of anyone else. I hope that Demon Master will put the overall interests of the Heavenly Court first."

Kunpeng wanted to laugh very much. Kunpeng didn't know what the overall situation of heaven was, but he couldn't say it.

Feeling the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the hall, especially the aura of the demon-beckoning flag flowing in the hall.

Kunpeng's eyes were hesitant. This was a difficult choice, and he said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I can do it, but the risk of this thing is extremely huge. As long as your Majesty returns my soul, I will risk my life to do it." Make this happen.”

Di Jun's eyes flashed and he said, "Okay, I promise you."

Suddenly, a long flag appeared in Di Jun's hand, flowing with thousands of auspicious colors and thousands of colors of light.

All kinds of mysterious auras filled the air, which contained too much soul.

Di Jun used a secret technique to capture a ray of soul from it, which was Kunpeng's soul. Kunpeng looked at his own soul with excitement and was filled with emotion.

Kunpeng integrated this ray of soul into his own soul and felt an aura of perfection, which undoubtedly made Kunpeng very happy.

Kunpeng said solemnly: "Your Majesty, then I will take on this important task. One of the twelve ancestral witches must have disappeared."

Di Jun said: "It would be better if Hou Yi could be made to disappear."

Kunpeng said, "Then I'll take my leave."

After Kunpeng finished speaking, he left. Emperor Jun's expression turned gloomy. Facing Kunpeng who was acting aggressively and secretly, he had no good solution. Kunpeng's strength could not be ignored.

If Kunpeng really had the will to die in his heart, it would not be difficult for Kunpeng to inflict heavy losses on Heavenly Court with his strength. This would definitely mean that Di Jun would not be able to use drastic measures against Kunpeng.

Kunpeng wants to get his soul back.

Di Jun had no choice but to give it to him. Today, everyone in the prehistoric world knows that Kunpeng is the demon master of heaven, and with Taiyi suppressing him, Kunpeng will not just walk away.

Emperor Jun was extremely wary of the Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation. This method of transforming into Pangu's true form was compared with the Demon Clan's Zhoutian Star Formation.

It takes a lot to gather strength.

It is conceivable how much power can be erupted from the incomparably concentrated power. It is conceivable that the Zhoutian Star Formation is an formation covering an extremely wide area.

As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts, but Di Jun was always a little unsure when facing the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Gods' Formation. When he heard that Hou Tu was reincarnated, he could no longer arrange the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Gods' Formation.

Di Jun didn't know how happy he was in his heart, but the good times did not last long.

The witch clan was able to create the Thirteen Ancestral Witches, which undoubtedly allowed Pangu's true body to reappear.

Although the witch clan can create new ancestral witches, this method is certainly not unlimited.

Emperor Jun felt the aura of Hou Tu from Hou Yi's body. He undoubtedly accepted some of Hou Tu's legacy and became an ancestral witch.

As long as one ancestral witch is removed, the witch clan will definitely become weaker and unable to display Pangu's true form.

Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti watched Kunpeng descend from heaven, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Something is going to happen in heaven."

Jie Yin's Taoism was higher and he said: "This is to reduce the number of ancestral witches. Now Hou Tu is a saint. We have to cover it up so that she doesn't notice."

Zhunti and Jieyin used their supreme magic power to cover up the secret of heaven.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Kunpeng went down to heaven and looked at the countless witch clans living on the ancient land. The number of witch clans has increased tremendously in recent years, and they can be seen everywhere.

Kunpeng first went to the Houtu tribe, and Di Jun wanted to get rid of Houyi.

He had been squatting here in the Houtu tribe for thousands of years, but Hou Yi would not leave the tribe, leaving Kunpeng without any hope.

Thinking that if he couldn't complete it, Di Jun might force himself to merge his soul into the demon-summoning banner again, which was undoubtedly unacceptable to Kunpeng.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

A voice came from his ear.

"The Gonggong tribe and the Zhurong tribe are fighting again."

"Isn't it... these two tribes often fight each other because of the bad relationship between their ancestors."

Kunpeng's eyes flashed, and he felt that his mind suddenly became clear and found a new way. Since Hou Yi had no way here, there were still eleven ancestors.

Kunpeng disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hou Tu tribe.

Hou Yi felt relieved, as if something very important had just happened.

But Hou Yi was confused.

Kunpeng arrived at the junction of the Gonggong tribe and the Zhurong tribe. On the way here, he had already thought about what to do, and now he had a plan.

Kunpeng began to escalate the conflict between the two tribes, and let the conflict, which was originally just a general conflict, rise to the point where the witches would die, which made the relationship between the two tribes more and more tense.

At this time, the ancestors of Gonggong and Zhurong were not in their tribes, but in Pangu Temple.

Pangu Temple.

All eleven ancestor witches are here, except Houyi. Houyi is different from them after all, although he has become a new ancestor witch.

But his status is higher than that of the great witch, but lower than that of the real ancestor witch.