Taishang Laojun glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun and said proactively:
"Third brother, you'd better just call the next person over. We have no clue about the way of the divine wind that this brother just talked about, and I'm afraid it will be the same if we study for another thirty years! There's no need to waste this time!
"
"Yes. Third brother, the eldest brother is right, just let the next person come!"
Yuanshi Tianzun also looked sincere.
The two of them already understood the power of this rule from Bai Ze, and they sincerely wanted to understand it!
"good!"
Tongtian Taoist people are not polite either.
"Since the two brothers have said so, I will arrange for someone to come here right now!"
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Thirty years!
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Another thirty years!
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Three thousand thirty years have passed by in the blink of an eye!
All the practitioners of the Three Thousand Great Dao came to Kunlun Mountain to give lectures.
The people who come are all Taiyi Golden Immortals at least!
During the sermon, the combat power displayed was not inferior to that of ordinary Daluo Jinxian.
"Brothers, do you have any insights?!"
"this……"
"this……"
Seeing the embarrassed expressions on their faces, Taoist Tongtian couldn't help but secretly sigh, this is all Pangu orthodoxy, why are his two brothers so miserable?!
Sanqian Daodao took turns to talk about it, but they didn't get the slightest insight.
"We have the same qualifications as Feet. The only difference is that the preachers are different!"
"I am luckier than them. I was able to listen to my master's preaching with my own ears, and then I was able to step into the field of swordsmanship... I don't know when I will be able to see my master again, and beg him to take my two brothers under his command!"
"By then, the two brothers will definitely be able to understand the rules of the great road!"
"It's not so confusing!"
Thoughts on this!
Taoist Tongtian did not force anything and comforted softly:
"Brothers, since you haven't comprehended the power of the Great Dao yet, let's forget it for now."
Coupled with the disappointed expression on his face, Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun were even more heartbroken!
They are all Sanqing...
They seem to be holding back Taoist Tongtian here!
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Buzhou Mountain Witch Tribe!
Since Hou Tu returned, all the ancestral witches felt that Hou Tu seemed to be a different person, more violent, and more importantly, her master said what she said when she spoke, and the master said...
I don’t know what kind of ecstasy soup her master poured into Hou Tu to make her so desperate!
Twelve ancestral witches are "siblings", and they share the same spirit. Seeing Houtu behave like this, the other eleven ancestral witches also had a feeling that their little sister was being deceived.
But we still have to wait for them to formally inquire.
Hou Tu had already shown his quasi-sage cultivation strength. After noticing Hou Tu's cultivation, the eleven ancestral witches suddenly fell into madness.
"Quasi Saint!"
"Little sister, how did you ascend to the quasi-sage realm?!"
"Yes, little sister!"
"Tell us quickly..."
You must know that these twelve ancestral witches of the prehistoric era were born to be strong men at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, but from birth to now, their cultivation has not changed at all!
There is obviously only a thin line between us and the quasi-saint realm!
But this line is a chasm that can never be crossed!
Now that Hou Tu can break through this natural chasm, it means that the eleven of them can also break through!
During the Dragon and Phoenix Catastrophe, the cultivation level of the heads of the three tribes was only at the level of quasi-sage!
If their witch clan could break through to the quasi-sage realm, in this ancient world, both their strength and status would be far higher than they are now!
Hou Tu wanted this effect. She smiled slightly and said softly:
"Brothers, I am able to break through the quasi-sage realm only because of the guidance and help of my master. The master once said that nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do so. As long as we are determined to break through the quasi-sage realm, we can definitely do it.
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"Little sister, don't be my master!"
Di Jiang said with some dissatisfaction:
"We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, are the authentic Pangu sect. We will not worship heaven or earth in this life. We will only respect Pangu's heroic spirit. How can we be slaves to others? Tell me, brother, who is your master?! Let's help you make the decision together.
, punish him and see if he still dares to enslave us, the people of the Witch Clan?!"
"Take care of my master?!"
The smile on Hou Tu's lips turned into a sneer, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"My master is the Lord of Chaos, the most powerful being in the world... Put together, you guys may not even be as good as a hair on my master's body, and you still want to deal with him?!"
"Furthermore, if the master really wants to enslave the Witch Clan, it will be our Witch Clan's honor. Based on his status, our Witch Clan may not even have the status to become his slaves."
"Besides, don't think that because you are my brothers, you can be disrespectful to my master!"
"I just read that you were your first offenders. The master once said that those who don't know are not guilty. I will forgive you for the time being. This is also the last time!"
"Next time, I'll ask my fist if I agree!"
When Di Jiang heard this, he was a little unhappy.
"Little sister, you are our sister. Brother, I am really concerned about you. What kind of ecstasy did your master give you..."
Before Di Jiang finished speaking, Hou Tu had already raised his fist and rushed forward!
boom!
boom!
boom!
A hammer meal!
The dignified Di Jiang, the ancestral wizard of space speed, was unable to avoid Hou Tu's fists at all, and could only take them down one punch after another.
To Di Jiang, every fist was like an iron fist.
In just a few punches, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he repeatedly begged for mercy.
"Little sister, stop fighting!"
"Little sister! I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it!"
"stop fighting!"
"Really stop fighting, brother can't bear it!"
"Brother is convinced!"
Seeing that Emperor Jiang was subdued, Hou Tu raised his fist and asked coldly:
"Brother, how is it?! Now, do you know if my master is the master of the Wu clan?!"
"Yes, it must be!"
Looking at Hou Tu's fist that was not closed, Di Jiang answered without hesitation.
My little sister's strength is really too strong.
I have no ability to resist at all, I am just being beaten here!
The power of my own space speed cannot show any advantage at all!
"Brother, come and tell me again, my Emperor Jiang is willing to be the slave of the Lord of Chaos in this life, to bow under his master, to work as a cow and horse for his master, and to be loyal to him until death!"
"ah?!"
Di Jiang hesitated a little!
boom!
Another fist came up.
After several consecutive punches, the pain on his body made Di Jiang truly realize what a pressing situation meant!
I had to give in.
"Little sister, I said, I said, stop fighting, I said, isn't that okay?!"