The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

In the vast mountains, there is a huge palace.

The savage charm emerges from the palace.

Ancient, mysterious, powerful!
This is the ancestral witch hall in the ancestral land of the witch clan!

Looking at the phantom of Pangu in the sky, Houtu, the initiator, sighed, feeling uneasy.

Whether the Wu clan can reintegrate and unite again depends on this time.

Must succeed!

"hiss!"

The cherry lips parted slightly, and he took a breath of cool air, with a bitter face on his face, he wanted to touch the painful eye sockets, but he didn't dare.

I can already notice that the eyes are very swollen, presumably, they are still black and blue.

After being punched, I didn't dare to see what it turned into, for fear of hitting myself.

Unless this injury is shot by a saint, it won't heal in a while.

She didn't want to bother Nu Wa anymore, so she had to think of a clumsy method, and found a veil magic weapon that could cover her breath and face, and put it on her face.

In this way, no one can see their injuries.

Not long after Pangu Xuying's call was sent out, the first ancestor witch arrived first.

The visitor looked tall and straight, with a chilling aura, wearing a bronze mask with an eagle beak, only his lips and cold eyes were exposed, making him look extremely mysterious.

"Di... Di Jiang?"

Hou Tu hesitated, and carefully sensed the other party's breath, "Didn't you not wear a mask before?"

Di Jiang's lips twitched, and he said coldly, "Dai now, because I consider that as the head of the clan, it is important to be unpredictable, and it will help maintain my majesty."

Hou Tu let out an "oh" to express his understanding, but then he heard Di Jiang ask, "Why are you wearing a veil?"

"I'm so beautiful, I don't want so many clansmen to lose their minds when they see me." Hou Tu had already prepared his own reasons.

……

She understood why Dijiang was wearing a mask, compared to himself with swollen eye sockets, the other ancestral witches were basically beyond recognition, each looking worse than the other.

"What do you want to do when you issue the order of Father Pangu?"

"When everyone is here, let's talk together."

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Jumang also arrived, which was expected by the two of them.

Even when traveling through the chaotic space, the speeds displayed are different.

Dijiang is the ancestor witch of space. What he is best at is the way of space. It is inevitable that he will appear first.

Jumang is the ancestral witch of the wind, and his speed is also extremely fast, so naturally he is not too far behind Dijiang.

Seeing Dijiang and Houtu, Jumang froze for a moment, "Why are you all wearing masks?"

Di Jiang was also stunned, "Aren't you too?"

There was an illusory clear shadow covering Jumang's face, his entire face was hidden, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"I need it for the exercises, and you don't have the wind-type witch power, so you don't understand." Jumang explained.

Hou Tu was greatly shocked, he did not expect that Ju Mang was more powerful than Di Jiang, and the excuse of needing such exercises came out.

But if you think about it carefully, it's more suitable than Dijiang's. After all, it's a unique secret method that everyone doesn't understand. There may be everything, so it's hard to refute.

The three ancestor witches were silent, and then one after another, other ancestor witches rushed over.

Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of thunder, Wu Xizi, the ancestor of lightning, Wu Zhujiuyin, the ancestor of time...

"coming?"

"Ah, this is Brother Dijiang, right?"

"It's all here, brothers, haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

The ancestral witches have almost arrived, and they are chatting and laughing happily, with their own bearing.

But when asked what happened to Houtu, Houtu still shook his head and said to wait a while until everyone got together.

After waiting for some time, the rest of the Zuwu also arrived.

The last one to appear was Zhu Rong Gonggong who had scolded Di Jun a few words. His face was still bloodshot at this time, and he was very angry.

But the expression was second to none. All the ancestor witches looked over together, one by one surprised, staring at Gong Gong's swollen pig's head-like face.

Gonggong was confused for a moment, and looked at the ancestors and witches: "Why are you all wearing masks?"

Among the twelve ancestor witches, eleven ancestor witches used different methods, magic weapons, to cover their faces.

Xuanming also put on a veil, just like Houtu.

Only Gong Gong didn't bring anything with him, showing his face directly.

Of course, there is also the injury on his face.

"Ah, I did it to maintain my dignity."

"Cultivation method needs, you don't understand."

"My face is too fierce to block it... Forget it, I also need the exercises."

"The weather has been very dry recently, and my skin is peeling. I wear a veil to block the wind."

Xuan Ming said his reasons as if nothing had happened, and then found that all the ancestral witches were looking at him.

Gong Gong scratched his head, "Xuan Ming, aren't you the Patriarch of the Rain? You can call the wind and call the rain by yourself. Moreover, with our strength, it is easy to be reborn from a drop of blood. How can the skin peel off your face?"

"I, I..." Xuanming stammered for a long time, saw Jumang, his eyes lit up, and said: "I also need this for my practice, you don't understand!"

Houtu finally couldn't bear it, and tore off his veil, revealing his swollen eye sockets, "Everyone stop pretending, take off your masks!"

"Sister Houtu, what's the matter with you?" Zhu Jiuyin pretended to be surprised, pretending not to know what happened, "Can't you use witchcraft to heal this injury? It's not that the brothers don't want to take off the mask, it's really necessary for the practice."

Houtu sneered, "Okay, don't lie to yourself anymore, the reason why I summoned everyone with the phantom of Pangu Father God today is because I know that our ethnic group has an almost irresistible enemy who is counting on us. Zuwu, defeat each of them!"

"What are you talking about, isn't everyone doing well?" Di Jiang spoke even majesticly, and he really had the spirit of the leader of the witch clan.

"Then how does Zhu Rong explain this? You have all seen my eye injury. Really, my heart is very tired. Let's be honest, have you all been beaten up?"

"No, no, I'm Di Jiang, haha, what can anyone do with me?"

"Yes, I, Zhu Jiuyin, is proficient in the way of time. If I really can't do it, I hide in the past. No one can find me, so I won't encounter any grievances."

Hou Tuyin clenched his teeth and shouted suddenly: "Don't move!"

First flashed to Di Jiang's side, and before the other party could react, he took off the bronze mask, "Di Jiang, why is your face so red and swollen? All facial features are crooked?"

"I……"

Flying to Gou Mang's side again, Gou Mang was already prepared, turned into a breeze, moved to the other side, and smiled gracefully: "It's not convenient, once the mask is taken off, you will go crazy."

But he avoided Houtu, but didn't avoid the other Zhu Rong who was already full of question marks. He bullied himself and dispelled the clear shadow on Jumang's face, revealing Jumang's unrecognizable face that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

……

Now that the matter has come to this point, the ancestral witches all understand that this matter is indeed very serious, and it is not just a sneak attack by a despicable person.

All the ancestral witches have removed their disguises, revealing their original masks.

Everyone looked at each other, and a ridiculous feeling emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

Right now, it doesn't look like the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan are gathering here.

It's more like the pig-headed elders of the Yaozu are gathering!