Chapter 176 The Witch Clan

Speaking of the subconscious mind of the Witch Clan, the witch clan is that it is rough, barbaric, and mysterious, as if modern people feel about the Amazon savage tribe.

"The Witch Clan? The essence and blood of Pangu were transformed into form, and were born with strong body, and stepped on the sun and the moon.

The universe above the head is extremely powerful, and can operate the vital energy of the vast world, turning into thunder, lightning, heavy rain, moving mountains and filling veins, turning rivers and seas, all of which are proficient. The only disadvantage is that there is no soul, not counting the number of days, not knowing the cause and effect, and not contaminating the karma." As Cang Tian thought about it, such a piece of information actually popped up in his mind.

The sky suddenly smiled: "I don't know if this is what God Pangu left to him or a trace of memory left in his previous life, and wait until the witch clan is preserved.

After creating the human race, the prehistoric continent will basically be nothing more than my god. At that time, I have to calm down and practice hard, break the damn way of heaven as soon as possible and pursue the endless way."

The sky set up a colorful cloud, sat cross-legged, and her golden eyes swayed straight towards the pillar of heaven and earth. Every time she approached, the quaint and desolate aura became heavier. The sky liked this breath very much, a breath that echoed with itself.

"Young Master, your God-killing Gun~!?" Qing'er, who was kneeling behind Cangtian, suddenly asked such a question.

God-killing spear?

Cang Tian raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you want to help me get it back?"

"Yeah," Qing'er nodded: "Qing'er promised to take the young master's god-killing gun back from the man."

Cang Tian shook his head and smiled, "You are no match for that Taoist, and even I may not be able to beat that Taoist. Let the God-killing Spear be put on his place for a while. Next time I will go to Wanshou Mountain to come, so you don't have to worry."

"Oh?" Qing'er responded casually. Her green eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The sky suddenly said seriously: "Also, don't sneak up on me to find Zhen Yuanzi and want to return the God-killing Spear." But I felt sad again: "There are indeed many great magical powers in this prehistoric world that cannot be hidden in the world. I have recovered my true body of the demon god and I am not sure to defeat Zhen Yuanzi. The ancestor of the earth immortals is indeed well-deserved to be famous."

Speaking of the great gods in the prehistoric world, apart from the six saints in the legend, the strongest person is probably the ancestor of the earth immortal, Zhen Yuanzi. Think about it.

After experiencing the Lich War, the Second Sect’s Gods, and Journey to the West, how many people can survive? There is no doubt that Zhen Yuanzi is one of them, and he is famous and does not always hide like other monks.

Is this just luck?

"I will deal with the matter of the God-killing Gun. This time I went to Buzhou Mountain to find the Witch Clan, which was not willing to bring you there. Now Hongjun is about to preach. If you want to break through the Daluo Golden Immortal, this opportunity is inevitable. Do you understand what I mean?" Cang Tian said lightly.

Qing'er lowered her head and admitted her mistake: "Sorry, young master, it's Qing'er who is willful."

At this time, Cangtian did not listen carefully to Qing'er admitting his mistake. His spiritual sense scattered and instantly enveloped a land of billions of miles. With the output of magic power, the range was still expanding.

"The witch clan was really hiding deep, and Tongtian's purple eyes couldn't even find it. It seemed that there was a mysterious force blocking his sight in the dark." Cangtian's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he could only rely on the powerful spiritual sense brought by the innate soul to search.

At the same time, in a palace with a simplicity and desolate atmosphere, a man with a strong expression and a leader's aura was sitting directly above, surrounded by ten monks, each with restrained energy.

A vibrant magical fluctuation was filled with a virginity, and a petite woman was also sitting in the last position, holding her head and looking outside the hall.

Suddenly, the man in charge frowned with his thick sword eyebrows, stared outside the hall, pointing to the nine heavens.

"What's wrong with the big brother?" the man on the side asked softly.

This man has a thick face, a national face and a tiger's eyes, giving people a feeling of trust, but this man's face has many traces of time, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes of life.

The man in the lead voice was dull and magnetic: "Zhu Jiuyin, did you notice a strange wave passing through this ancestor witch palace just now?"

Zhu Jiuyin shook his head, "No, maybe I don't have enough cultivation, so I can't find it." Even though that was the case, his expression immediately became serious. His pair of tiger eyes stared outside the hall and frowned slightly. Beware that it was Zhu Jiuyin's personality.

"I said, Brother Dijiang, you are worried about this and that all day long.

Our brothers, the twelve Daluo Jinxian, are all extremely strong. Who is our opponent in the prehistoric world? What are you afraid of? A red-haired man has a bit irritable personality and immediately complained.

"Zhu Rong is ready, this is the Ancestral Witch Palace. One thing to note is that Brother Di Jun is also related to the survival of our witch clan. Now that our witch clan has not developed for a long time, we are weak, so be careful." The last woman spoke.

Di Jiang pressed his hand and said, "Okay~! It's okay. We have to continue discussing the fertility of our witch clan."

Speaking of childbirth, the last woman's pretty face turned red, she spat inwardly and turned her head away.

"Huh? I didn't expect that our Xuanming girl would blush for a day, hahaha..." Zhu Rong immediately teased.

Everyone turned their heads, and Xuan Ming blushed and immediately burst into laughter.

The originally simple and desolate hall suddenly became active, with a single teasing.

"Cough cough..." A light cough sounded, and Di Jiang immediately said, "Stop making trouble. If Houtu knew that we were bullying Xuanming, life would be difficult in the future."

"Ah...Mistress Xuanming, the weather is good today, the wind is beautiful, why don't Brother Zhurong accompany you to Buzhou Mountain to have fun?" After saying that, a pair of red eyebrows raised. The rest of them sat upright, looking like they were not my business.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came out and came into everyone's ears: "The weather is good today~!"

"Who?" Di Jiang shouted loudly, his whole body released his momentum, his body swayed, and he had already left the Ancestral Witch Hall. The other Ancestral Witches all turned into light and flew out of the house.

When Di Jiang appeared, he was already above a height of ten thousand meters. He stared at the sight of patrolling around him, and was shocked: "No?"

The floating clouds, blue sky, scorching sun, mountains, Dijiang's eyes instantly looked at millions of miles away. The monks and witch clans saw many, but none of them matched them.

"Big brother...Big brother..." Several streams of light flew to Dijiang: "Did you find that person?"

Zhu Jiuyin slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes suddenly opened, and a mysterious force appeared in his eyes. Suddenly he shouted softly; "Below."

Everyone followed the sound, and sure enough, after a breath, a Taoist in white and a woman in blue appeared outside the Ancestral Witch Hall.

The man, with silver hair shawls, white clothes hanging swords, and a pair of golden eyes, breaking through the sky. Apart from those eyes, he became ordinary, like a stubborn stone and a dead tree, and there was no trace of strangeness. The woman in blue behind him was extraordinary. Although she was pretty, she revealed a mysterious "Tao" breath all over her body. The obscure and powerful magic fluctuations showed the extraordinaryness of these two people.

Is it an enemy? a friend?

Di Jiang was calm and flew down from the sky with all the ancestor witches, but his expression was full of vigilance. As long as there was a slight movement in the sky, he would be afraid that he would fight.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my ancestor witch palace?" Di Jiang asked when he came down, full of momentum.

Cangtian said intimately: "These people are the twelve ancestor witches transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. They are indeed extraordinary. They have been discovered before their own people arrived. No wonder the witch clan can fight against the billions of demon clans in the future with the power of one clan." He smiled slightly immediately. "I heard the Taoist in Zixiao Palace shortly after, and heard from fellow Taoists Houtu said that there is a clan in Buzhou Mountain called the witch clan, which does not cultivate the soul, but only practices the body. Therefore, I was curious and found this."

Di Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Oh? I didn't expect that fellow Taoist also knew about my witch clan? I wonder what my Houtu girl said to fellow Taoist?"

"Haha, Houtu didn't say anything to me, but was entrusted by someone to come to you witch clan to accomplish something." Cangtian immediately said: "What? Don't you want to go in and have a gathering? This is not a way to entertain guests."

Di Jiang’s ability to be the leader of the twelve ancestor witches is not only due to strength, but also wisdom. Di Jiang said in a deep voice; "Please~!"

The sky smiled slightly, and everyone walked into the Ancestral Witch Hall step by step.

The hall is covered in gray, like a chaotic aura, with ancient and desolate power coming to the face.

But it gives people a feeling of extreme solemnity, as if you have entered an ancient altar and have to kneel down and worship. The gray walls around are engraved with strange talismans. Astronomy, there are murals of the twelve demon gods in the hall. The deputy is lifelike and has a powerful aura. At first glance, I feel that I have walked into the ancient demon gods.

"Huh? It turned out to be a statue of Pangu." Cangtian was surprised and saw a statue of Pangu placed directly above the hall. Pangu was a thousand feet tall, holding a giant axe in his hand, his eyes wide open, one look like the sun and the other look like the moon, which was so majestic. What is surprising is that the hall is only a hundred meters tall, while the statue of Pangu is thousands of feet tall, but it can accommodate it.

When Cang Tian saw Pangu's statue, his body paused slightly and stood for three breaths. Di Jiang saw this detail: "It seems that this Taoist still respects Pangu's Father God." The displeasure on his face for Cang Tian's rash intrusion was slightly relieved.

Cangtian sat on a chair carved by gray jade, and Qing'er behind him was still standing beside him obediently.

"Have you asked for the Taoist lord yet?" Di Jun sat down and bowed. In a short moment, Di Jun regained his previous calmness.

"Qinglian Island-Chaotian"

"Qingliandao?" The ancestor witches spoke in surprise, but then they looked angry again.

Zhu Rong took the lead in slapping the chair and shouted: "Okay, Taoist, there was also a monk who called himself Qinglian Island tens of millions of years ago. Come to Buzhou Mountain to kill my tens of thousands of witch clans. Today I will ask you for it."

The sky frowned, "Is this really the case? The number of people in the Qinglian lineage is rare, less than a palm. Since you said that my Qinglian lineage killed you tens of thousands of witch clans, can you tell the appearance of the monk in the lower class so that you can check it out."
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