Prehistoric: God-level Development

Chapter 135: Preparing for a Rainy Day (Two More Requests for Subscription)

Needless to say, Houtu also has to return to the Wu Clan.

The two turned into Changhong and disappeared above the North Sea, and soon came to the sky above the Wu Clan.

In the Ancestral Witch Palace, the appearance of the two suddenly made the other eleven Ancestral Witches get up one after another.

First, after bowing their hands to Jun Tian according to the custom, then they were attracted by the vast and boundless great merit and fortune on Hou Tu's body.

"Little sister, have you become a saint?" the ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, looked at Houtu incredulously.

The rest of the Wu clan is also similar, although they are in the Houtu Difu and the six reincarnations when they already know that Juntian and Houtu must have made a big move.

When the breath of Houtu swept through the wilderness, Dijiang Gonggong Zhu Rong and others had already speculated that their little sister must have a big opportunity.

It is not uncommon to get a big opportunity by Wuzun's side, and Di Jiang and others are also sincerely blessed for Houtu.

They didn't know how dangerous it was to incarnate as a reincarnation to establish an underworld, and it was just an opportunity given by Juntian Wuzun.

But what I never expected was that when Houtu returned again, great merit and atmospheric luck had already emerged on his body, and he had a posture comparable to that of a saint.

How could this not surprise the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches?

You must know that when Houtu left, his cultivation was the lowest existence among all the ancestral witches, but it was only in the early stage of quasi-sainthood.

In the blink of an eye, it is only a few hundred years, and they have all been sanctified!

And after the initial surprise, all the ancestors were happy for the backland.

"Congratulations, little sister!"

"No, now it's time to call Hou Tu Niang!"

"Hualiudao, Lidifu, these are all great opportunities!

Everyone was very happy, and even said a few jokes.

Houtu was also amused by her brother and sisters.

But then in the questioning of Di Jiang and others, she also told them everything she had experienced this time.

When all the ancestral witches knew that Houtu was so dangerous this time, everyone's face had an ugly meaning.

But fortunately, Houtu is still intact at the moment, and they are relieved.

"Little sister, why are you so risky, why do you almost sacrifice yourself in order to build a reincarnation?"

"If it weren't for the existence of Wu Zun, we would be afraid that we would have lost a loved one now!"

"Yes, little sister, you didn't think it through!"

Houtu also informed everyone of Juntian's role, but did not say that her main purpose this time was actually to enhance the luck of the Wu clan.

And in the face of her brothers' complaints, she could only nod her head and admit her mistakes.

Although he already has the strength of a saint, Houtu is still the youngest ancestor, and this will not change.

After complaining enough about Houtu, all the ancestral witches knelt down in front of Jun Tian.

"Why did you come to this set again!" Jun Tian couldn't cry or laugh, every time the twelve ancestors were emotional, these people would kneel down directly in front of Jun Tian, making Jun Tian quite uncomfortable.

"Hurry up, please!" Jun Tian said, raising his hand.

But this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not do this, but kowtowed directly in front of Jun Tian in the process of looking at each other.

The sound of knock knock was heard, and everyone was very strong.

"Wu Zun is above!"

"Today's kindness, our witch clan will never dare to forget!"

"Houtu is our little sister, if it weren't for Wu Zun's action, I'm afraid we won't see her again. "

"So please forgive Wu Zun, if you don't do this great gift, we can't feel at ease!"

Affection is deep!

Jun Tian was also quite moved, but saw that his face became slightly serious, and said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches: "If you call this seat to call the Wu Venerable, then this seat will naturally take on the responsibility of this Wu Venerable!"

"Could it be that you want me to watch Houtu being suppressed under the endless sea of blood?"

"Why don't you hurry up?"

Seeing Jun Tian open his mouth like this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches slowly got up, but the respectful expression on his face never changed from beginning to end.

Jun Tian then said, "Although Houtu has become a saint in a unique way, she is no longer able to serve as this ancestral witch!"

Before the other eleven ancestors could speak, Jun Tian directly stretched out his hand to interrupt and continued: "It is a recognized matter that saints are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the flood famine. "

"Even the existence of such an unattained saint as this seat is also under the constraints of Hongjun and others, and it is not easy to interfere with the affairs in the flood wilderness. "

"If it's war, it's even more inappropriate!"

"Houtu has achieved this unique saint in a unique way, although he is not a Heavenly Dao saint and is not bound by the Heavenly Dao, but he is already a saint-level combat power. "

"Therefore, Houtu can no longer contribute to the Wu Clan, and in the future, it will depend on you to wait for eleven people!"

"However, this seat has also given you ten ancestral witches the method to arrange the twelve heavenly gods and gods, and it is easy to master, and it will be of great use in the future!"

Di Jiang was moved after hearing this, "Wu Zun is taking precautions, he has already expected the current situation?"

"That's good!" Jun Tian said: "This seat knows the fate of the earth, if she is unfortunately suppressed under the blood sea Styx, then the fate of the Wu clan will not be cut off!"

"Now that the general trend is returning, Houtu still can't become the help of the Wu clan. "

"I brought her back today, just to see you and wait, and she will have to return to the underworld to take care of her life in the future. "

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were all silent, but they didn't have much opinion, after all, Houtu just went where she was supposed to go, and she was not restricted from freedom.

That's a big deal, but what do they have to complain about?

When Houtu and the other eleven ancestral witches had enough greetings, Juntian said to Houtu: "If you go back to the Sea of Blood, this seat will also return to the overseas Immortal Island." "

"Take care!"

After finishing speaking, Houtu turned into a rainbow light and disappeared into the sky, and Juntian also went to his own dojo, Penglai Abbot Yingzhou Sanxian Island.

Now his body is full of infinite merits, which makes his cultivation that was only one step away from the door even more diligent.

If nothing else, after 10,000 years of retreat, Jun Tian can successfully break through to the cultivation of the late stage of the quasi-saint.

But what will be the result of this breakthrough?

Jun Tian didn't know much about this.

What he proved was the Great Way, and there was no one to give him experience, so he had to explore it on his own.