Prehistoric: Eliminate impurities and let the ancestral witches return to their ancestral Pangu

Chapter 76 Nuwa's opportunity to become a saint is about to be taken away?

Even now, Hongjun's cultivation has reached the sixth heaven of Hunyuan Daluo.

However, in front of the ancestor Yangmei, he called himself a "poor Taoist" instead of a high-ranking "my seat"...

The Space Demon God Yangmei Patriarch, like Hongjun, is the Chaos Demon God of the same era.

Rao was the catastrophe broke out, Hongjun successfully escaped the catastrophe by relying on the tenacious vitality of his demon god heels, and reincarnated to rebuild.

Strictly speaking, Hongjun is just the last of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and it is really a fluke to be able to survive the Calamity of Opening Heaven until now.

As for the Yangmei Patriarch, relying on his own powerful supernatural powers, he was able to return to his peak state even after being severely injured by Kai Tian.

After proving the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo, he raised his eyebrows and hid in a chaotic world, concentrating on cultivation and not caring about worldly affairs.

It is also difficult for Hongjun to get a glimpse of the mystery of this great horror.

And because of this...

Only the ancestor who raised his eyebrows would become Hongjun's main object of suspicion.

In an instant, the majestic coercion of the saint was surging like a tide, like a tsunami, and madness raged here.

Not long after Hongjun finished speaking.

Here, it is still calm.

Only strands of profound, obscure, and extremely powerful truths of the laws of space are condensed into chains of order and transformed into principles of Tao.

Like thousands of willow branches, they slowly extend out from the void of the heavenly planes, swaying lightly and endlessly, exuding radiant divine brilliance.

"Hongjun, you are not in Zixiao Palace planning to plot foolish sentient beings, why come here to find me?"

Not long after, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly resounded in the chaotic void.

"Recently, the Great Desolation has been an eventful year, with frequent occurrences of abnormal numbers, and the general trend of heaven has gradually shown signs of deviating from the track... Pindao just wants to ask you, is this matter related to you?"

Hongjun didn't say anything in ink, he spoke bluntly.

"Oh? What interesting things happened in the prehistoric world, why don't you tell me about it?"

In the mysterious and chaotic void, there suddenly came a sense of interest, joking and authentic.

Hearing this, Hongjun frowned, and immediately listed the odd numbers of Honghuang one by one.

After getting a general idea, the ancestor Yangmei seemed to be quite surprised, and fell into a long silence.

in the process.

The ancestor Yangmei also used the supreme supernatural power to try to deduce a trace of the secret, but the calculations failed several times.

It's so hazy, I can't see anything clearly!

Rao Yangmei Patriarch's Hunyuan Dao Heart was shaken a little at this moment!

After a while.

But the other end laughed wantonly, teasing: "Hehe, Hongjun, Hongjun, it seems that the water in that prehistoric universe is billions of points deep, and even you, the future spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven... seem to be unable to grasp it. "

Hongjun frowned even deeper, and said bluntly, "Yes or not?"

Seeing Hongjun's serious and extremely serious attitude, the laughter stopped abruptly.

"Could it be that the strength of the black hand behind the scenes... is actually higher than that of you and me?"

"Yes or no?"

"It seems that the water in the Great Desolation is really deep..."

In the end, the ancestor Yangmei still didn't give a clear answer, but raised a lot of doubts.

Seeing this, Hongjun seemed to have the answer in his heart, and he didn't bother to waste time. With a single movement of his body, he disappeared into the mysterious and chaotic void.

After a long time, another voice full of doubts spread quietly: "Can make Hongjun such a troublesome strange existence... Isn't the strength of the man behind the scenes superior to this seat?"

"Hunyuan Great Luo Wuji Golden Immortal?"

"Or is it Hunyuan Taiji? Or... Hunyuan Tianji? Even stronger!?"

"This is interesting, Honghuang has such a strange number...I'm afraid there will be chaos!"

Hongjun rubbed the aching brows, felt his head grow bigger, and muttered to himself in a deep voice: "Since the mastermind behind the scenes is not Yangmei Patriarch... then who is it?"

After thinking for a long time, I still found nothing.

In the end, Hongjun didn't even bother to think about it anymore, and the most important thing was to seize the time to practice and get in line with the Dao of Heaven as soon as possible.

The peak of Buzhou Mountain is beyond the magic circle.

After Houtu and Nuwa met, both of them were in an awkward atmosphere, not knowing what to do.

Until Nuwa changed the subject and asked, "Fellow Houtu Taoist, did you really give birth to the primordial spirit?"

"Also... when you fought with Daozu Hongjun before, the physical strength that exploded... has reached the state of sainthood!?"

"Also, have you awakened a trace of Pangu's blood! Otherwise, how could there be a thick, ancient Pangu Dao rhyme emanating from your body?"

One by one doubts broke the embarrassing atmosphere in an instant.

I saw Hou Tu repeatedly nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and honestly explained to Nuwa all the adventures in the ashram.

Nuwa was shocked when she heard that, her vermilion lips grew big, her almond eyes narrowed slightly, feeling incredible.

When it was confirmed from Hou Tu's mouth that the hidden power really existed, and that his strength...was far superior to Daozu Hongjun, Nuwa's previous suspicions were also affirmed.

That day, that battle of saints...

It was indeed Daozu Hongjun who lost!

Moreover, even Daozu Hongjun was helpless with the problem of Houtu's inability to cultivate the primordial spirit.

But with that hidden power here, it was easily solved?

If this matter spreads to the prehistoric world, it will definitely cause a huge sensation!

Amid all kinds of thoughts, Nuwa became more and more curious now, and couldn't wait to witness the demeanor of that hidden power with her own eyes, and at the same time wanted to know...whether that senior was so miraculous.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I'm still in a hurry to transform the various opportunities bestowed by my predecessors and bring them back to the Wu Clan, so as to benefit hundreds of millions of Wu Clan sons and daughters. I will discuss them in detail when I have a chance in the future."

"Remember, that senior is very likely to be a supreme divine being who transcends the Dao. If you see that senior, remember to be cautious in your words and deeds, and don't offend in the slightest, otherwise...you will be killed !"

With many saint-level supernatural powers and a chaotic spiritual treasure, Houtu couldn't wait to go down the mountain, rush back to the ancestral land of the witch clan, and share the good news with the ancestor witch brothers and sisters. Before leaving, he didn't forget to ask He said a few words to Nuwa.

His conversation is serious and serious!

This made Nuwa tense up, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Thank you fellow Taoist Houtu for reminding me, I know what to do."

"Remember, remember!"

After bidding farewell to Houtu, Nuwa looked at the mysterious magic circle with a solemn and pretty face.

At the same time, still not forgetting Houtu's warning, he tidied up his appearance carefully, transformed himself, manifested his innate Taoist body, lost the slender and delicate snake tail, and transformed into a pair of slender and beautiful legs like jade.

Su Ming was drinking tea in the dojo. While thinking, he had already summoned the system, and seemed to be planning to undergo a second bloodline transformation.

But in the next second, a system prompt preempted him, and suddenly resounded——

[It is detected that there is a "law of life" 1000 meters away from the host... Do you want to eliminate the loophole? 】

"The law of life!? What's going on with this familiar foot..."

Hearing this, Su Ming raised his eyebrows, and his eyes glowed brightly, as if he had thought of something.

He once extracted a law of good fortune from the various restrictions on the innate gourd vine.

If he could get together the current law of life, wouldn't he have fulfilled the conditions for "creating a human being"! ?

"Nuwa, the younger generation, is a monk who has attained Taoism at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and is here to pay homage to the Daoist Saint!"

Just as Su Ming was thinking, a female voice suddenly came from outside the dojo.

Hearing this, Su Ming understood immediately.

Dare to love the law of life that comes automatically to your door...

It was brought by Nu Wa!

"Nuwa, Nuwa, I'm sorry... Your karma of sanctification may fall into the hands of this deity!"

With a playful smile, Su Ming seemed to be planning something, so he temporarily canceled the plan for the second bloodline transformation.

Anyway, with the system in hand, you can remove impurities from your own blood at any time, so let's talk about this crop of wool first!

Thinking of this.

He picked up his teacup and drank it down.

Plain and simple: "Please come in!"

Chapter 77 Isn't it just creating humans?Who wouldn't

A graceful figure cautiously stepped into the formation.

Nuwa's first reaction when she came in was to gasp, and she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Just a second ago, he was under the endless pressure of Pangu on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and he was constantly impacted.

However, after entering the formation, Nu Wa instantly felt her body became much lighter, and all the heavy pressure was swept away!

"This dojo is not only capable of ignoring all Pangu's coercion, but also filled with endless rich and abundant aura. It is a paradise, a blessed place and a cave! That hidden power... really has a lot of tricks!"

Ask yourself, even when you went to Chaos Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, you have seen Daozu Hongjun's sage dojo, Nuwa has never been as amazed as she is now.

No wonder Houtu mentioned several times that the senior was suspected to be a supremely stalwart existence detached from the avenue.

It seems that it is not a fiction!

Following Su Ming's guidance, Nu Wa quickly found a quiet mountain stream.

Looking away, a gentleman in white clothes, gentle and elegant, is boiling water, making tea, brewing tea in the pavilion at this time... a series of movements are flowing and flowing, very skillful.

"Could it be that this is the hermit life of the hidden power... Such a profound state, has it reached the point of returning to nature?"

"From the great to the simple, there is nothing better than this!"

Seeing this, Nu Wa couldn't help sighing again, and immediately swayed her graceful figure, stepping on the flowing clouds, and walked towards the pavilion.

To reach the pavilion, first walk through a long corridor.

This distance is very short, worthy of hundreds of steps.

Nuwa was a little bit at a loss.

No, she had just stepped onto the corridor when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the green vegetation that covered the entire corridor.

Generally, the monks who are full of leisure and elegance will plant a few spiritual grass plants in their caves for decoration and appreciation.

On the top of that senior's corridor, what was crawled was not the spiritual grass vegetation that can be seen everywhere in the prehistoric age.

It's a chaotic spiritual root - Chaos Gourd Immortal Vine!

"This senior... actually used a chaotic root to decorate the pavilion? This..."

For a moment, Nu Wa was instantly shocked by Su Ming's inhumanity.

The life of such a local tyrant, her kind of ants and dust... It's unimaginable!

While her thoughts were turbulent, Nu Wa seemed to have noticed a clue, she frowned slightly, and couldn't help but wondered: "This chaotic spiritual root of the senior...why is it also a gourd vine...and, why is it so similar to the one I was in when I didn't know it? The one on the mountain that was swallowed up by Taoist Kunpeng?” Bizhuolou

"No, the innate gourd vine on Buzhou Mountain is just the best innate spiritual root, but the senior's... is the chaotic spiritual root!"

Although the two are very similar, Nuwa can clearly distinguish the difference between the best innate spiritual root and the chaotic spiritual root.

Moreover, once the congenital gourd vine is transplanted, if there is no special spiritual soil for planting, it will soon lose its vitality and dry up.

And this chaotic spiritual root was planted with some top-quality spiritual soil, yet it grew so luxuriantly.

Presumably the water that waters this spiritual root is also a rare spiritual liquid in the wild, right?

After exclaiming and sighing, Nv Wa restrained her many messy thoughts.

Through the corridor, finally came to the pavilion.

Immediately, he bowed and said respectfully, "Nuwa, pay my respects to senior!"

"Come on, sit down and have a cup of tea."