The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

The ancestral land of the witch clan, in the ancestral witch palace.

"Nuwa, I don't know what it means."

Tian Wu said worriedly with a worried face.

The difference between a saint and a quasi-sage is really too great. If Nuwa makes a move, their ancestor witches may not be able to please them.

But Zhu Rong said angrily: "What are you afraid of? We used to care too much about Nuwa, so we always fell into the disadvantage in the battle of liches. Otherwise, we don't have to be afraid of Dijun and Taiyi alone!"

It is rare for Gong Gong not to sing against Zhu Rong, but echoed: "That is, our ancestor witch is also transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu Great Master, and the prehistoric orthodox, that Nuwa, don't dare to go too far."

Hou Tu shook his head and expressed his opinion.

She has a good relationship with Nuwa, and they often communicate with each other.

"As far as I know, Nuwa doesn't pay much attention to the demon clan anymore. Otherwise, the demon master Kunpeng wouldn't have been missing for so long without being found."

"That's the best." Di Jiang nodded with pride on his face, "However, we may not be really afraid of her."

"We have a large array of gods and gods!"

As soon as the name of the formation was announced, all the ancestor witches looked awe-inspiring, but there was a hint of excitement and pride in their eyes.

Even Houtu is no exception.

"As long as our twelve ancestor witches work together to connect the twelve most critical avenues of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, rain, electricity, and time and space, and cooperate with our essence and blood, we can summon the real body of Great Master Pan Gu. At that time, not to mention Dijun, Taiyi, even Nuwa, can fight a fight, who wins and who loses, it's still two things!"

Thinking of such a majestic scene, many ancestral witches felt a little yearning in their hearts.

In the prehistoric world, the strong are respected, and the saints are superior. Even if they are the ancestors of the witch clan, they are still on the side of the saints and suffer a lot.

If they can really have the combat power of a saint, their witch clan can be regarded as truly strong.

Houtu couldn't help thinking: "My original intention is to let everyone unite, concentrate on cultivation, and recuperate, but if we can really form a large formation of gods and demons and achieve the foundation of the first race of the prehistoric, that's not bad."

"It's a pity." Tian Wu sighed heavily, "We have carefully deduced all the details of this formation. It should be no problem, but there is no way to really try it out."

This formation can summon the real body of Great Lord Pan Gu, once it is born, it cannot be concealed at all, and there will be visions throughout the prehistoric world.

The trump card cannot be exposed.

So after thousands of times of deduction, the ancestral witches memorized the key points, but they dared not really try it once.

Prepare to surprise Tianting and even Nuwa when it is necessary!

Knowing that it is really possible to defeat the Yaozu, Houtu changed his mind and decided to follow a path to the end.

"I... have something I didn't tell you. I actually know the mysterious saint who beat everyone up badly."

"what?!"

Many ancestral witches were frightened and angry. They were able to fight to the death with the Yaozu today. In the final analysis, they all felt that the sense of insult brought by that mysterious saint was too great!
Houtu quickly explained, "Actually, everyone has misunderstood that saint's name is Yang Li. He...is a good man!"

Gritting his teeth, Hou Tu still spoke his opinion of Yang Li against his conscience.

Only she knows that the fight between the witch clan and the monster clan is simply a misunderstanding that cannot be explained clearly. To blame... I can only blame Gonggong for dealing with Kunpeng too many times. After Kunpeng became Yang Li's mount, he changed Gonggong can recognize him at a glance.

"Can a good person beat us like this? Girl Houtu, the bruises on your face are still there!"

Di Jiang was heartbroken.

"Everyone doesn't know, in fact, the saint Yang Li was also forced to do nothing. He owed the Yaozu a lot of karma, which was related to his foundation of sanctification. If he didn't help the Yaozu, he might fall from the realm of saint Come down." Houtu looked serious and nonsense, "Although he hit me, he was actually very guilty. He once secretly rumored to me that after this shot, the karma between him and the Yaozu was settled, but because of the shot to deal with He felt very guilty about leaving the Wu Clan, and promised that he could ask him for help in the future if the Wu Clan had any problems."

"is this real?"

Xuan Ming hesitated for a moment, and asked in doubt.

She still clearly remembered that Yang Li's expression. Since that time, every time she meditated and practiced, she would wake up with a start, and the obscene and evil expression of the other party appeared in her mind.

That seems to be a natural villain, will there be such emotions as guilt?

"Really!" Houtu said eloquently, "Anyway, if there is one more way, there will be no mistakes. We can ask Saint Yang Li for help. Even if he can't deal with the monsters in the open, it is still possible to provide some help behind the scenes."

"In this way, in addition to the Dutian Shensha formation, we also have a backup player who can deal with Nuwa."

Di Jiang thought for a moment, then nodded, "If it's true what Houtu said, everyone should put the overall situation first and let go of your grievances. This is a matter related to our entire Wu clan, so we can't be careless."

But Gonggong gritted his teeth and said, "That saint named Yang Li doesn't matter...but...I must let that guy Kunpeng die! No! Death is too gentle for him, everyone must help me catch him, I want Let him beg for death!"

Tianwu asked strangely: "Does Kunpeng have such a big enmity with you? It seems that, after all, you took his Beihai, right? What did he do to you before? I feel that your personality has changed a bit. I used to be so talkative, especially in my eyes, there is something more."

"Melancholy." Li Shou added the name, and also asked: "Isn't it as simple as Gonggong being beaten up?"

"I..." Gonggong opened his mouth several times, but he didn't dare to tell the truth.

How dare he say that he was insulted by a male bird...

If everyone found out, maybe it wasn't the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but would become the Eleventh Ancestral Witches on the spot...

"Forget it, anyway, I must let Kunpeng die badly."

Gonggong refused to say, and everyone had no choice but to become more curious.

Only Houtu understood what was going on, and knowing it was also a misunderstanding.

No, to be precise, it doesn't matter whether you misunderstood or not. Kunpeng's actions... are beyond ordinary insults.

At this time, Hou Tu couldn't help but suspect that Saint Yang Li seemed to be really a demon.

If I seek his help again, will there be any good results?
"Houtu, can you find Saint Yang Li?" Di Jiang looked at Houtu eagerly.

Houtu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Through the clansman over there, I probably know something about Saint Yang Li."

"This saint likes to imitate mortals. Recently, he even became the apprentice of the real Huanglong."

"Go to Erxian Mountain to look for him, you are sure, you will definitely find him."