Hong Huang: Hongjun scolded the street!All the members of the Zuwu were mixed

The ancestral witches practiced continuously following Pan Gu's phantom, deepening their memory.

Needless to say, after only practicing for a while, they all felt that their physical bodies had made great progress.

Both eyes are brightened, and the practice is more serious and hard.

Zhu Rong stayed alone, from disdain at first to anxiety later, but no one paid attention to him, he was simply not free.

He was indeed a little anxious. At the beginning, Zhu Rong really didn't care.

This thing needs to be promoted by the whole clan, which means that the ancestral witches must bring their clan members to practice together.

He absolutely doesn't want such an ugly move, it's too embarrassing.

This exercise will definitely not be the genuine nine-turn Xuanyuan exercise.

Want to know how the Father God Pangu exists?How can you do such an ugly action?
However, with the passage of time, Zhu Rong discovered that the aura of his brothers and the power contained in their physical bodies were at least twice as strong as before.

Now Zhu Rong is in a hurry. If I knew it had such an effect, who cares if it looks good or bad?Practice is over!
It's not that I didn't think about it, and just followed suit as if nothing had happened.

But the words spoken are like water poured out, how can the front foot say it, and the back foot will not recognize it?

Zhu Rong had no choice but to stay on the sidelines honestly, hoping that a certain brother would stand up and give him a hand, which could be regarded as a step down.

As a result, he waited and waited, but no one came out, not even looking at him.

Zhu Rong was so anxious that he stomped his feet!
As the eldest brother, Di Jiang naturally knows his younger siblings. In fact, he has been paying attention to Zhu Rong's movements.

I deliberately want to make this guy suffer a little bit, and let him hang out.

Seeing that he was getting anxious, he knew that the time had come, so he came to Zhu Rong's side with his supernatural powers.

He raised his hand and slapped him on the head twice, and said viciously, "Do you want to practice? Do you want to practice?"

"Practice, practice! Can't I practice?" Zhu Rong covered his head and walked towards the crowd resignedly. Although his mouth was reluctant, his face was full of smiles.

After practicing with Xuying for a while, Zhu Rong was shocked!
Fuck!It smells so good!
Nine-turn Xuanyuan Gong!So scary!
Famine does not remember the year.

It has been 10 years since the twelve ancestral witches practiced the ninth set of radio gymnastics for gods and demons collectively.

During this period, they even abandoned the original Dao body and chose a human-shaped Dao body similar to Li Hao.

No one asked for it, mainly because of this shape...it's convenient for him.

Compared with the grotesque half-human half-beast, or the combination of two beasts.

It's so different, isn't it?
Actions that seemed complicated in the past can now be done easily.

For 10 years, for a full 10 years, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have never appeared in the Wu Clan.

If it wasn't for Dijiang's voice transmission occasionally, the great witches would have thought that the ancestor witch had already sat down.

At this time, a giant man with a snake in each hand was standing outside the Zuwu Hall with a man with extremely thick arms holding a red divine bow.

Ten thousand years ago, when the Wu Clan had no leader and was about to go into chaos, Di Jiang sent a voice transmission from the Ancestral Witch Hall to inform the Wu Clan and the great witches who belonged to them.

There is no need to worry, the ancestor witches are concentrating on retreating and practicing in the ancestor witch hall. If it is not necessary, do not disturb them.

As soon as these words came out, the Wu clan seemed to have a backbone, and they calmed down instantly.

The great witches quickly realized that since the ancestor witches are retreating, it is best to arrange some necessary protection measures.

Immediately a decision was made, and the major witches took turns to guard. The snake-carrying giant and the bow-wielding man would be the great witches, Kuafu and Dayi, who would guard the Ancestral Witch Hall for the next 1 years.

"Brother Kuafu, how long do you think Zuwu will be able to leave the customs?"

Dayi looked at the Ancestral Witch Hall worriedly.

"How could I know about such things? It should be soon after thinking about it. Haven't you seen that the aura leaked from the Ancestral Witch Hall has become more and more powerful in recent years?" Kuafu also looked at the back of the Ancestral Witch Hall and said.

Dayi frowned, "It's been 10 years, what kind of secret method is practiced? It can't be completed even if twelve ancestor witches practice together for 10 years?"

Kuafu spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "Then I don't know! If I knew, I wouldn't be a great witch, you say..."

Before Kuafu could finish his words, he heard a shock coming from the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Kuafu was shocked!
How can you dare to say anything with such a broken mouth?
This is what the ancestral witches heard, and I am going to be cold!
The vibration became more and more intense, and soon spread to the entire ancestral land of the Wu clan, and even the entire Buzhou Mountain vibrated.

The rumbling sound quickly spread throughout the prehistoric world.

This movement naturally alarmed the great powers of all parties.

Countless spiritual thoughts swept towards Buzhou Mountain in an instant, staring at the ancestral land of the Wu clan.

Afterwards, the door of the Ancestral Witch Hall opened wide.

An ancient, yet imperishable breath floated out.

Instantly enveloped the ancestral land of the Wu clan and the entire Buzhou Mountain.

As this aura drifted away, all the great powers who spied on Buzhou Mountain felt the pain of their own souls, and their spiritual thoughts naturally couldn't be maintained, and dissipated on the spot.

Among them, there are many people who are not strong enough, and what these people face is not just as simple as a pain in the primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit of the vast majority of people was immediately shaken away, and they died in an instant.

As for the remaining small part, a part of the primordial spirit survived by luck.

Of course, these people may prefer to be like most people, and it would be better to die directly.

Having the soul remaining means that the body cannot move, the mouth cannot speak, but such things as pain sensation and consciousness still exist.

If you're lucky, it's fine, but if you're unlucky, you'll be found by some monsters and the like.

That means that one must endure endless pain, and the primordial spirit can dissipate only after the body dies completely.

Countless great powers who felt the sting of the primordial spirit were all terrified in their hearts.

He definitely didn't dare to peep again, and even less dared to go to Buzhou Mountain to check.

Just the shock of their breath can hurt their primordial spirits. If they go there in person, what's the point?
I don't know how the dead characters can't be written?

Countless great powers concentrated their breath and shrank silently in the cave.

They didn't know where this powerful aura came from, anyway, there was a tall person supporting it when the sky fell.

These people don't know, but some people do.

For example, Hongjun, who is quietly comprehending the jade plate of good fortune, is making the final preparations for sanctification.

The moment this breath appeared, Hongjun shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, and then his whole body swayed uncontrollably.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead visible to the naked eye!

He naturally knew where this breath came from.

It can be said that no one in the entire prehistoric world is more familiar with this breath than him.

It's Pangu!
Hongjun was terrified, and the scene of Pangu fighting the gods and demons was vivid in his memory.

Nearly three thousand gods and demons, no matter how strong they are, can't hold Pangu's axe, and no one is his general.

It's just terrifying!
And the appearance of this aura, does it mean that Pangu left back then and is about to recover now?
If this is the case, what kind of saint and what way should I be?
Obedient surrender is the wise choice!

Otherwise, I'm afraid I will die ugly!