Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

The twelve witch ancestors were all stunned.

What everyone thought was the biggest flaw of the Wu clan turned out to be just the result of the evil spirit entering their bodies? !

This really made everyone laugh and cry!

After all, for endless years, the witch clan has been using evil spirits to polish their bodies.

And the higher the level of cultivation, the more evil energy will be absorbed into the body.

This makes the power of the soul even more difficult to detect.

I have to say, it really feels like a coincidence.

After a moment, Di Jiang finally reacted.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Changqing is still omniscient and omnipotent."

"Humph, even that old man Hongjun swore that there was no future for us Wu people."

"One day, I will let him see the power of our witch clan's spiritual consciousness."

"The words of the so-called Dao Ancestor are nothing but a joke."

Di Jiang was both amazed at Gu Changqing and angry and disdainful of Hongjun Daozu.

Initially, when the Zixiao Palace was preaching, the twelve ancient witches also went there and devoutly asked Hongjun for advice on the future of the witch clan.

However, Hongjun said that the Wu clan did not have a soul, which was a flaw destined by fate and they could not move forward.

Before this, everyone believed this statement to be true.

Today I finally realized that Hongjun's words were just a huge scam.

In response, Gu Changqing smiled softly despite being drunk, and didn't say much.

Did Hongjun really not understand the secrets of the Wu clan? !

Probably not!

But in Hongjun's eyes, the witch clan was nothing more than the victims of the witch-demon calamity.

The greater the power limit, the easier it is to control.

Therefore, even if Hongjun intentionally concealed it, it is understandable.

After thinking for a moment, Gu Changqing continued:

"Although the Yuanshen of all Taoist friends has been born, it is still weak,"

"It needs daily polishing and tempering to continue to grow stronger and reach the same level as the physical body."

He told the Eleventh Ancestral Witch Dao thus.

Upon hearing this, Di Jiang and the others' faces turned grim. They looked up at the Chaos Divine Mill above their heads and couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Polishing every day?!

In the short moment before, everyone had already felt unspeakable pain.

It is not difficult to imagine how much pain one needs to go through in order to strengthen the soul to the same level as the physical body.

However, despite this, Di Jiang still responded seriously:

"Fellow Daoist Changqing has given us this opportunity, so we will certainly not let you down."

"In the future, I will stay in this underworld, constantly honing my soul and strengthening my primordial spirit."

This remark also made Zhu Jiuyin and others look very happy, and they all expressed their opinions.

Hearing this, Gu Changqing smiled with satisfaction.

Not bad!

In this way, the Eleven Ancestral Witches have formed a layout with huge effects.

Originally, their upper limit was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

But from then on, with the blessing of the primordial spirit, achieving the Dao of Hunyuan was no problem.

After all, with Hou Tu as their “backer”, even if no one else can achieve enlightenment, the Eleven Ancestral Witches will definitely be able to do it.

In time, perhaps we could produce a dozen or even dozens of saints.

When he thought of this, Gu Changqing felt his heart excited and a sense of heroism suddenly arose.

He waved his hand, and a mark of divine thought suddenly condensed and shot out.

In the blink of an eye, the mark of divine consciousness fell into the huge Chaos Divine Mill, turning it into substance and becoming eternal and indestructible.

As it rumbles, the sound becomes more and more powerful!

This Chaos Divine Grinding Visualization Method is, after all, the method used by Gu Changqing.

Only with the support of his divine mark can it remain immortal and provide a platform for the Eleven Ancestral Witches and others to hone their spirits every day.

His action added another extremely spectacular spectacle to the underworld.

After doing all this, Gu Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He drank a few gulps of the wine and laughed freely and unrestrainedly:

“Haha…so cool!”

"In this way, I can take the authentic essence of the earth and use it to make wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Changqing suddenly leaped into the sky.

He stood up.

But at this moment, the endless energy in the entire underworld was moving with him.

The eight hundred miles of Yellow Springs are vast and majestic, with underground divine rays interweaving and illuminating the underworld.

The flowers on the other shore sway brightly and shine brilliantly.

The Forgotten River, the Three Lives Stone, and even the Six Paths of Reincarnation, all suddenly rioted at this moment, releasing all kinds of mysterious and indescribable aura and rhyme.

Not long after, a dark yellow ball of light appeared in Gu Changqing's palm.

It floats up and down, constantly collapses and expands, emitting an extremely heavy and oppressive aura.

Rays of spiritual light were injected into it, and the shadows of mountains and rivers could be vaguely seen, as well as the birth and death of all things.

"Uh...Kun Yuan Zu Sui!"

"Wonderful, wonderful... This thing can be used to make wine."

Gu Changqing muttered to himself.

Kunyuan ancestral marrow is the dark yellow ball of light in his hand.

Qian is the sky and Kun is the earth!

The word "Kun Yuan" means that it is the condensation of the most original power, Taoist rhyme, and laws and order of the earth.

Although it looks like a ball only the size of a palm, the power of Tao contained in it is enough to rival that of a saint.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, the King of Fengdu and others raised their eyebrows slightly, feeling very surprised.

Although they were in the underworld day and night, they had never seen that the tunnels could produce such mysterious treasures.

Only Hou Tu had a gentle smile on her face, and didn't seem surprised.

Moreover, she said softly:

"Haha, everything in my underworld is up to you, Daoist Fellow Changqing."

"Why do you need to bestow all kinds of grace before taking away Kunyuan's ancestral marrow?"

Needless to say, Hou Tu already understood Gu Changqing's intention.

The reason why he passed on his teachings to the Ancestor of the Styx and helped the eleven ancestor witches to give birth to their primordial spirits and left behind the Chaos Divine Grinder was to polish their primordial spirits.

All of this is just to exchange for the Kunyuan ancestral marrow at this moment.

Or in other words, it is to avoid owing karma to the people in the underworld.

It has to be said that no matter when, Gu Changqing always has his own principles in doing things.

He knew very well that this Kunyuan ancestral marrow was an extremely precious existence to the underworld and the tunnel.

If he takes away this palm-sized mass, it might take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years for it to recover.

That's why I did everything today.

It is precisely for this reason that countless top powers respect Gu Changqing and are willing to advance and retreat with him, and share life and death with him.

Such style and charm are rare in the world.

Gu Changqing did not comment on Hou Tu's words.

After taking a few more gulps of wine, he laughed loudly, and his words echoed throughout the underworld.

"Haha, now that this matter is settled, I, the Drunken Swordsman, am leaving!"

"One day, we will meet in the Primordial Realm. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Once the hero draws his sword, another ten years of disaster will come for the common people..."

Gu Changqing's figure gradually disappeared outside the underworld.

Only his words, which are so unparalleled and free and easy, still echo in everyone's ears, making everyone fascinated.