The boss held Brick's face full of pain. He raised his head and looked at Xing Tian. Xiang Liu's tone was a little softer, "Forget it, forget it."

Xingtian, Xiangliu, a tall man with a height of several feet (the Wu clan's natal skills maintain a height of several feet), had tears in his eyes at this moment, and there was a lot of tears and snot flowing down his nose uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay, just pretend that I didn't say anything. Why don't you just say that you will deduct money? I will cry worse than a little baby."

"No more deductions, no more deductions, let's get to work." The boss is also a soft-hearted person.

Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu's body trembled more and more, tears flowed down his face as if for free, his throat moved, but no sound came out.

Xing Tian and Xiang Liu followed the voice coming from the wind and roared together, hoarsely and lowly, "Witch! Wu! Wu!"

The sound in the wind is not a wuwuwu, but a witch! a witch! a witch!

Countless evil spirits from heaven and earth poured into Lishan Mountain.

The earth trembled, and the shamanic voice became louder, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.

The twelve golden statues opened their eyes at the same time, and the earth shook and the mountains shook in an instant, and the endless evil energy rushed straight into the sea of ​​clouds in the sky!

"Witch!" After the Twelve Golden Fires came to life, they shouted in unison, with the same momentum as when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born!

"The Great Formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods!" Di Jiang, Goumang, Zhu Rong, Xuan Ming... and Chi You stepped out of Lishan Mountain in one step, their bodies soared, and they stood like Optimus Prime, standing between heaven and earth.

The eyes of the twelve ancestral witches were filled with anger, and they stared at the demonic monks. The evil energy in their bodies exploded. Every witch has the power of the quasi-sage Great Perfection. "You demonic monks are trying to overthrow the ancient world and attack the father God Pangu."

Disrespect deserves death!"

Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Formation!

As soon as the great formation was launched, countless ferocious auras gathered, the twelve ancestral witches seemed to merge into one body, and a huge phantom stood in the wild world.

The giant phantom holds a big axe, carrying the supreme power of heaven and earth, and strikes at Evil Zhu, Xie Tu, Jidu, Wutian, and all the black-robed demons.

Evil Zhu, Xie Tu, Ji Du, and Wu Tian looked at the shadow, with great horror on their faces, and lost their voices, "Pangu!"

The giant ax fell, and all the demons in front of the Nantian Gate turned into ashes. Evil Zhu, Xie Tu, Ji Du, and Wu Tian's demon clothes were in tatters, with blood oozing from their bodies.

"Pangu... not Pangu! It's the Twelve Ancestral Witches!" Evil Punishment, Xie Tu, Jidu, and Wutian all gritted their teeth, then tore apart the void and fled.

One blow consumed all the strength of the twelve ancestral witches, but the twelve ancestral witches did not pursue the demon anymore.

Pangu's shadow stood in the sky and earth, looking at the world, with a faint smile on his face, and then turned into countless light spots and disappeared.

In front of Nantianmen.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and Shangqing Tongtian leader were all stunned on the spot as if they were electrocuted, with great horror on their faces, "Father...Father God Pangu?"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"How can this be?"

"The lich has measured the calamity and all twelve ancestral witches have perished. How can they be resurrected?"

"But it is indeed the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, and Shangqing Tongtian Cult Leader are in a mess, completely messed up. How did the Twelve Ancestral Witches resurrect? Even the Hongjun Taoist... I'm afraid they can't do it, right?

Following the lead, Zhunti, Nuwa was also in a confused state, "Fu...resurrected? How did the twelve ancestral witches come back to life?"

Wei Shuyu stood quietly with a harmless look on his face, "Don't look at me, this really has nothing to do with me."

Wei Shuyu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Even if the resurrection of the twelve ancestral witches would disrupt the ancient world, they would eventually protect the ancient world. As for the attitude of the witch clan, it will be necessary to contact the twelve ancestral witches in the future to see what their attitude is.

In the ancient world, Wanling monks are still in shock and have not recovered.

"This...is this the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"Didn't they... all fall into the Lich Tribulation?"

"How is this going?"

"The overlord of the witch clan who was robbed by the lich back then is back?"

"First, the human race was self-reliant, and then the devil swept in. Now the twelve ancestral witches are resurrected. This time... the world is really not peaceful."

Luzhou in Beiju is deep in the depths of miasma and poisonous insects.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and Yingzhao looked like bitter gourds, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches...How can the Twelve Ancestral Witches be resurrected?"

There is an sworn hatred between the lich and the lich. When the twelve ancestral witches return, the balance between the lich and the lich will be broken. How can the demon clan survive?

Bai Ze's face showed great uneasiness, "Yingzhao, you immediately go to Futu Mountain to invite the prince back. Without the prince to take charge, the demon clan will be in danger!"

"Yes, military advisor." Yingzhao turned into a wisp of demonic light and flew to Mount Futu.

Demon Saint Ji Meng's face was equally frightened, and he forced a smile, "Military advisors and the Twelve Ancestral Witches can be resurrected. Can His Majesty the Emperor Jun and His Majesty Taiyi also be able to..."

"It's different!" Before Ji Meng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Bai Ze.

"The Wu Clan has no soul, but His Majesty Emperor Jun, Taiyi, is both physically and spiritually destroyed..."

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The wild land.

Di Jiang, Jumang, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, Xuan Ming and other eleven ancestral shamans looked at the reunited bodies with mixed feelings in their hearts.

The earth was extremely silent. The eleven ancestral witches and the great Chiyou witch (who was special and could play the role of an ancestral witch) looked at each other with guilt and self-blame on their faces.

I don't know how much time passed.

The hot-tempered Gonggong whispered: "Brother, we wrongly blamed the Houtu girl."

Zhu Rong also said, "Brother, we did... wrongly blame Houtu sister."

Di Jiang's face was full of guilt and self-blame, and he let out a long sigh.

At that time, Di Jiang placed the main responsibility for the defeat of the Wu clan on Hou Tu, believing that it was Hou Tu's reincarnation that caused the Wu clan to lack strength... However, the great witch Chi You had been created back then, which could rival Hou Tu and sacrifice the gods of Dutian.

Big array.

Even Emperor Jiang said at that time that there would be no more witchcraft in the future.

Chi You's face was even more self-blaming. After the Lich Tribulation ended, a ray of true spirit reincarnated and was reborn as a human race. When he was competing with Xuanyuan for the world, he went down to the underworld to ask for help from the land behind him, but he didn't even see him. Chi You was so angry

He scolded Houtu for his betrayal. Houtu felt ashamed of his identity as a witch clan.

The more Chi You thought about it, the more he blamed himself. He suddenly slapped his hand and rewarded himself with several large competition bags.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong, the two ancestor witches, also followed and slapped themselves.

Later, Di Jiang also began to reward himself with a big bag.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches were resurrected and defeated the demons, the first thing they did was not seek revenge from the demon clan, but reflect on themselves.

Several years have passed since the calamity of Lich, and the spirits of the ancestors Wu Zhen have returned to the earth. They have witnessed the changes in the prehistoric times with their own eyes, and they all have a clear understanding in their hearts that their magical powers are no match for the gods.

Back then, even if Hou Tu was here, the Witch Clan would inevitably suffer a lose-lose situation with the Monster Clan!

The general trend of heaven and earth cannot be defied.

Instead, Houtu transformed into reincarnation, established Netherworld, and selected shamans from the twelve shaman tribes to serve as yin gods, barely retaining some blood for the shamans.

Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng led a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people to continue to guard Pangu Hall. This was the only witch clan in the world.

"Houtu is no longer a witch, Houtu is no longer a witch, Houtu has never forgotten the identity of the witch clan... In order to preserve the witch clan, she made huge sacrifices... even at the expense of innocence..."

"Wei Shuyu!" The twelfth ancestor shaman ran towards Pangu Hall with a bruised nose and swollen face. As he ran, he secretly swore in his heart that if Wei Shuyu dared to make further progress, he would have to be good-looking!

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Chaos Purple Sky Palace, Extraterrestrial Demon Palace.

Hongjun and Luo Hu stared at Honghuang respectively, with the corners of their mouths slightly raised at the same time, revealing a mysterious chuckle, "It's really an anomaly. There is no mark on them. If it weren't for this anomaly, even if Hou Tu made all kinds of plans, he would not be able to succeed.

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