In the northeast of Kyushu, a group of totem gods stood in front of a palace, quietly waiting for the owner of the palace to arrive. This palace was the famous Witch Palace.
Since fighting lich became a thing of the past, the surviving great witches have melted into the human race and taught the human race the Taoism of the witch race. Unfortunately, within the body of the human race, there are still very weak witch bloodlines. Humans who can become witches must learn the Taoism of the witch race.
Very few.
There are a total of twelve witch palaces, distributed in all directions of Kyushu. At this time, a great shaman with a green body, a bird face and a human body, and two green dragons on his feet, landed in this witch palace, sitting on the blue throne, cold and cold.
Looking coldly at the totem god below, they all knelt down and saluted him.
This person was Wu Jumang, the ancestor of Dongfang Mu. Jumang nodded slightly and waved his hand to signal everyone to stand up. Then all the totem gods stood up and looked at the ancestor Wu Jumang respectfully.
Since the lich became a thing of the past, there are only twelve great witches left. They are called the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They are the ancestor of gold, Wu Pingshou, the ancestor of wood, Wu Jumang, the ancestor of water, Gonggong, and the ancestor of fire.
The ancestor Wu Zhurong, the ancestor Wu Houtu of earth, the ancestor Wu Tianwu of wind, the ancestor Wu Xuanming of rain, the ancestor Wu Qiangliang of thunder, the ancestor Wu Xizi of electricity, the ancestor Wu Dijiang of space, the ancestor Wu Zhu Jiuyin of time,
The weather witch is like a corpse.
In addition, in addition to the twelve ancestral witches, there is another great witch who survives, Jiufeng. Jiufeng is a special case of the witch clan, but possesses the soul. She is the strong sister of the ancestral witch, and inherits the witchcraft of the Xuanming lineage.
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"But to fulfill your mission?"
A cold sentence came out of Jumang's mouth, causing the totem gods present to change their expressions. Some of them had excitement on their faces and hurriedly declared that they had completed their mission. Others had fear on their faces and did not dare to look up at the ancestral witch Jumang.
"Humph, those who have completed their mission stand on the left."
Ju Mang snorted coldly, immediately causing those totem gods who had not completed Ju Mang's orders to kneel on the ground and not dare to raise their heads, waiting for the coming punishment.
All the totem gods took action one after another. Soon, there were only less than ten totem gods left. They knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. They glanced sideways at Gou Mang and saw Gou Mang's face full of anger. He was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed and confessed, hoping that
Ask Jumang to forgive me and give them a chance to survive.
"Ancestral Witch, you can't blame me for this matter. The demon clan has also taken action."
"Oh, there seems to be no big monster in my territory? Fandi, are you trying to excuse the mistake you made?"
The corner of Gou Mang's mouth curled up, and his cold words made Fan Di even more frightened. He was afraid that Gou Mang would directly kill him, so he hurriedly spoke again: "In my territory, there is a demon in the form of Cai'e.
This woman's extraordinary strength is comparable to mine, but not as good as that of the golden silkworm and the ancient tree. They are ancient gods and demons, so I..."
"Absurd, ancient times? Do you think he is Taoist Hongjun? For your own survival, how dare you deceive me like this? You should be killed."
"The ancestral witch, if even a single word of deception comes from Fan Di's mouth, his essence and blood will be lost immediately, and his body as a witch will no longer exist."
"Um?"
Gou Mang, who originally planned to kill Fan Di directly, frowned when he saw that the other party's eyes did not look fake. He slowly lowered his right hand that was glowing with green light and said slowly: "Where are they?"
"Jincanshan, we all call it Jincanshan. By the way, Qibi knows. If the ancestral witch doesn't believe it, you can ask him."
A totem god standing on the left frowned slightly. After seeing Gou Mang looking at him, he said directly and solemnly: "Ancestral Witch, Fan Di never lied. I once dealt with that golden silkworm.
, it does possess the power of gods and demons, but whether it is the power of ancient gods or demons, or the power of gods and demons in the prehistoric times, please forgive me that the wings are weak and I have not investigated to find out."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know the specific origin. I just heard that the Insect Tribe called him the Silkworm God, and he has not yet transformed."
"Never took on human form?"
"Yes, Ancestral Witch, even if he has not turned into a human form, he can still resist us with his physical body. Moreover, with my strength, I am no match for him, and I don't even have a chance to resist."
'hiss'
All the totem gods exchanged words with each other. You must know that Yibi is the most powerful among the totem gods. Jumang, the always picky ancestral wizard, thinks highly of him and even said that he is the most powerful one among all the totem gods.
The people who are most likely to practice to the realm of great witches.
Now that Yi Bi spoke in person, saying that he was not as good as the Silkworm God, this would make everyone understand. However, Chi Bi said that he was inferior to the other party and had no chance to resist. What kind of strength is this? Could it be that the other party is different from the Silkworm God?
The strength of the ancestral witch Jumang is similar, is he also in the realm of a great witch?
"Haha, it makes me curious. I want to see it."
Gou Mang is really curious, but now is not the time. The top priority is to integrate all the tribes and join forces with several other brothers to prepare for the position of emperor of heaven and earth, so that the Wu clan has a chance to continue and reappear.
The grand scene of that day.
"I won't hold you accountable for this matter. If you don't have a tribe, then you will lose it and take it back from somewhere. I will not help you. But now that the war is coming, you can discuss with each other and attack one tribe.
You are the totem gods."
Ju Mang glanced at the totem gods who owned the tribe, and everyone hurriedly raised their hands and said: "I am willing to help other brothers."
"That's good. Today we will mobilize elite soldiers and form a hundred-man team to serve as our Jumang magic soldiers. I will personally command this elite army. Do you have any doubts?"
"I dare not, but I am willing to listen to the orders of the ancestral witch."
"Then go down."
Ju Mang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, glanced at the west, and murmured in his heart: Silkworm God, hum, a bunch of idiots, have you ever heard of such a name among the great demons? This person must not be a great demon.
The demon is not a dragon or phoenix, so what is its proper origin?
At this time, in the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun was sitting cross-legged in the clouds, his mind immersed in the Dao, repeatedly calculating the prosperity of the human race. This matter was related to the perfection of the Dao, to his competition with Mara for the position of Dao Lord, and to the integrity of the Three Realms.
, it is also related to whether the demon realm will be annihilated, so Hongjun did not dare to be careless in the slightest. As early as a hundred days ago, he sat here quietly, with all his thoughts immersed in the avenue.
Under the clouds, all the saints were waiting for Hongjun quietly. Only the saint Nuwa closed her eyes and took a nap. She was completely indifferent to the prosperity of the human race.
No, hum, Mo Luo, you are very scheming. If I were to plan like this, I might coincide with you and fall into your plan? It seems that it depends on the human race alone, no, absolutely no.
Thinking of this, Hongjun opened his eyes slightly from the clouds, just in time to see Nuwa closing her eyes and taking a nap. When she noticed the cold light passing by, Nuwa suddenly felt nervous and hurriedly wanted to bow down and apologize.
"Don't be so cautious. I'm not a demon. I'm going to twist someone's head off at every turn. Nuwa, your brother's spirit is still in your gourd?"
The moment he saw Nuwa, Hongjun had an idea in his mind. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, withdrew the cold light in his eyes, and spoke to Nuwa warmly.
"Yes, teacher."
Nuwa's heart tightened, but she didn't dare to hide anything. She immediately reached out and took out a golden gourd, and handed it to Hongjun.