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

"Since the Ancient Witch of the Later Earth is so insistent, then... I wonder if you can give me a few drops of Pangu's blood?"

Gu Changqing's words fell.

For a moment, the first reaction of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was not that Gu Changqing was asking for too much.

But...how did Gu Changqing know the existence of Pangu's Heart?

In the past, after Pangu created the world and transformed himself into all things, his heart disappeared.

All living beings naturally believed that it must have turned into a thing between heaven and earth.

But only the Twelve Ancestral Witches know that Pangu's heart is in the deepest part of Pangu Temple.

It is for this reason that Pangu Temple appears extremely mysterious and indestructible.

Even a saint, or even Hongjun, could not explore the scene inside Pangu Temple.

"How did you know that Pangu's heart is still in my Wu clan?"

Hou Tu asked in amazement.

But in response, Gu Changqing just smiled strangely and said:

"Haha, after drinking a thousand times the amount of good wine, I know everything."

Gu Changqing naturally couldn’t say that it was because of his identity as a time traveler that he had foresight.

Fortunately, drunkenness is the best disguise.

He said this in a pretentious manner.

This response made the Twelve Ancestral Witches even more confused.

Could it be that this so-called Drunken Sword Immortal not only has profound Taoism skills, but also amazing combat power.

Does he even have the ability to deduce the past and present and know all the secrets?

This is simply a monster!

But think about it, Gu Changqing, with his Daluo cultivation, actually launched a Hunyuan-level magical skill.

It seems that anything against the will of heaven happening to Gu Changqing is just natural.

Besides, since Gu Changqing was unwilling to say more, it would be useless to continue asking questions, and it would only make people dislike him.

Among the ancient monks, who doesn’t have some unknown trump cards?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches did not ask any more questions.

However, the witch ancestors were still somewhat hesitant when Gu Changqing asked for Pangu's blood.

"Little sister, are we really going to take out the Father God's heart blood and give it to Fellow Daoist Changqing?"

"That is the biggest secret of my witch clan!"

Di Jiang lowered his voice and said so.

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong and others also echoed:

"That's right. Once the news that Father God's heart belongs to my Wu clan is leaked, it will be detrimental to my Wu clan!"

"Alas, I am too loyal and righteous. I used the fine wine to deal with Fellow Daoist Changqing before, and that was fine."

"It would be better to avoid this situation now..."

No one blamed Hou Tu, or thought that Gu Changqing was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.

The existence of Pangu's heart is indeed of great significance.

Once it is known by cultivators from outside, there is no guarantee that there will not be people who will covet it, which will bring huge trouble to the Witch Clan.

After all, as long as the great god Pangu is involved, any insignificant opportunity can be said to shake the world.

Even saints would covet it.

It is no exaggeration to say that once the news that Pangu's heart is in the Wu clan leaks out.

Then, it is not impossible that the Wu clan will have enemies all over the world.

After hearing what Dijiang and others said, Hou Tu fell into deep thought.

After a long while, she just said meaningfully:

"Brothers and sisters!"

"The book given by Taoist Changqing is indeed of great use to me."

"I can vaguely feel that one day I will fully understand the great truth."

"Then, not only can the witch-lich calamity be ended in one fell swoop, but even if a saint intervenes, it will be useless."

"This...is related to the prosperity of my witch clan!"

"Besides, Fellow Daoist Changqing has nothing to do with the calamity, but he has helped us so much. I cannot bear to let him be contaminated by such a terrible calamity..."

Only then did the witch ancestors understand Hou Tu’s intention.

This is not only about repaying a favor, but also about resolving the cause and effect.

Moreover, Hou Tu's words once again made all the witch ancestors shocked and astonished.

Who would have thought that that small human book could actually be related to the prosperity of the witch clan?

Once she attains enlightenment, Hou Tu will not be afraid of the saint's intervention and will be able to destroy the demon clan in one fell swoop?

For the Wu clan, this is no less than the grace of rebirth.

If anyone else had said this, the witch ancestors would have certainly sneered and thought it was simply a fantasy.

But throughout the ages, Hou Tu is the most thoughtful among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and she will never joke about the future of the Witch Clan.

For a moment, Di Jiang and others fell into deep thought.

And from beginning to end, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were allowed to whisper to each other.

Gu Changqing ignored it.

He simply used his wine gourd to fill it with jars of fine wine brought by the witch creatures.

This was his greatest gain from this trip to the Witch Clan.

"Hehe, I've traveled all over the world and tasted all the best wines."

Gu Changqing took a big gulp of the wine, exhaled happily, and muttered contentedly.

On the other side, the silence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was broken.

After a long while, Di Jiang, who was the leader, finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, in that case, I believe what little sister Hou Tu said!"

"For such a great favor, any price we pay is not too much."

"I am willing to give Pangu's blood and sweat to fellow Taoist Changqing!"

Seeing Emperor Jiangdu’s statement, the other ancestor witches no longer hesitated and agreed.

From this we can see how united the Twelve Ancestral Witches are.

Soon, five drops of Pangu's blood were obtained.

Di Jiang handed it to Gu Changqing solemnly, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, the matter of Pangu's heart is the greatest secret of our Wu clan. I hope you will not spread it out and let the outside cultivators know about it."

"In addition, Pangu's heart and blood contain some of Father God's past cultivation and laws of order, etc. It is extremely terrifying."

"Although you have profound Daoist practice, you should also be cautious and be extremely careful when refining and absorbing."

"Otherwise, in a moment's thought, there is a danger of exploding and dying."

Dijiang’s performance can be said to be quite adequate.

However, after hearing his words, Gu Changqing waved his hand drunkenly.

"Haha, if I had intentionally spread this news, how could the Wu Clan have lived in peace until today?"

This rhetorical question left the Twelve Ancestral Witches speechless.

Not bad!

Gu Changqing already knew about the existence of Pangu's Heart.

But throughout the ages, this has remained the biggest secret for all living beings, which is enough to show how tight-lipped he is.

As for Dijiang's concerns and instructions, Gu Changqing continued to respond:

"As for the horror of Pangu's heart blood? Hehe...you can rest assured!"

"I won't waste my time and energy refining and absorbing it."

This sentence puzzled the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

If he didn't refine and absorb it, then why did Gu Changqing ask for Pangu's blood and sweat?

Everyone couldn't help but look at Gu Changqing.

The latter, however, muttered to himself:

"Hehe, this is wine brewed with Pangu's blood and sweat."

“I wonder how it tastes…”

After these words were spoken, the Twelve Ancestral Witches could not help but twitch their lips.

Is this the reason why you asked for Pangu's blood?

Using Pangu’s blood and sweat to make wine?

Good guy!

I call you good guy!

This Drunken Sword Immortal is too amazing.