Allow yourself to communicate with the twelve ancestral witches.
Can you communicate successfully on your own?
He has no doubt about this. He probably has no chance or possibility.
but.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Jiang Chi and the four of them looking at him, and the meaning was obvious.
There is no need to doubt anything else.
This was Jiang Chi's idea, he wanted to train Hongjun specially.
Let's see if this kid can succeed.
"Ahem."
Hongjun was a little embarrassed, "Master, disciple, do your best, do your best."
But the subtext is: If it doesn’t succeed, Master, please don’t blame me.
Jiang Que had already mentioned the origin and identity of the Wu Clan, as well as their various magical features on the way here.
Hongjun also remembered it.
but……
He actually doesn't know much about ideas.
If you can't communicate well, what should you do?
He couldn't laugh or cry, and his face was gloomy.
This job is not easy to do.
Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are descendants of that great god, it is not easy to communicate with them, otherwise they would have been deceived.
I won't wait until they come.
so.
Hongjun was actually a little worried.
Can you succeed on your own?
He had no idea.
Nothing like that at all.
Although the twelve ancestral witches are not strong now, each of them looks like a giant with muscles.
Maybe that great god from back then left behind a body-training technique.
However, no matter what the possibility is, we cannot treat the twelve groups of ancestral witches as if they are fools.
Can't cope with it either.
With the expectations of Jiang Chi and his group, Hongjun walked seriously to the Wu Clan's station.
"Ahem, hello fellow Taoists of the Witch Clan."
Hongjun said hello with a smile on his face.
"..."
But no one paid attention to him.
It was as if he didn't exist and no one took him seriously.
Just took a look and said nothing.
Didn't seem to hear anything.
this……
Hongjun couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.
He was depressed and touched his nose, "Ahem, fellow Taoists of the Wu Clan, we are casual cultivators in the ancient wilderness, and we once met your Father God in the chaos.
I came here this time specifically to admire the majesty of your Father God.
…
In short, we don’t have any ill intentions towards you..."
Hongjun said this.
I also said a lot of things.
The cold and arrogant gaze of the Twelve Ancestral Witches swept across him like a cold force, which was extremely terrifying.
It's like looking at a fool.
"Do you think we are stupid?"
An ancestor shaman said: "We have seen too many people like you."
They are not strong now.
Naturally, I don’t want to interact with outsiders.
They think it's not the right time yet.
At least that's the case for now.
If something happens, it will be too late to regret it.
It's not a cost-effective thing.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches will not do anything that is not worth the loss.
Moreover, they thought Hongjun's words were flawed.
"Fellow Taoist, why do you say this?"
Hongjun widened his eyes and asked, "Everything I said is true. We really don't have any ill intentions. We really just came to pay homage to your father, Pan. The ancient great god..."
This time.
Before he could finish speaking, he heard an ancestral witch say coldly: "Haha, you evildoer, don't try to deceive us.
Everyone knows that when our Father God was in Chaos, he was one of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.
thereafter.
He had a falling out with other Chaos Demon Gods because he wanted to create something new in the world. Where did he find his Taoist friends?
If you were once one of the innate demon gods, you were probably one of the demon gods killed by my father, right?"
"yes."
Hongjun nodded depressedly.
He felt that there was nothing wrong and what the ancestral shaman said was true.
What can I do?
I can only agree.
Next, the ancestral shaman started talking again, "Ahem, there's one more thing.
Since you were all beheaded by my Father God, how could you not have any resentment in your heart, how could you not have other thoughts?
We are the descendants of God the Father, so when you come here, are you probably trying to take action against us to avenge your past?"
Hongjun: "..."
Hear the words.
Even though he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, he still felt that the ancestral shaman's analysis was very clear and logical.
But it always feels weird.
Still couldn't help but explain, "That's not the case. Fellow Taoist, please listen to me."
Before he could finish speaking, the ancestral witch waved his hand directly, "Needless to say, who doesn't know your thoughts?"
"..."
At this moment, Hongjun wanted to die.
His face turned gloomy, and his expression was quite ugly, even though he recognized the logical relationship analyzed by the ancestral witch.
but.
He Hongjun really didn't come here for revenge.
Even if he was once arrogant, even if he was beheaded by the great god who created the world.
Speaking of which, he really had a murderous grudge against that person.
but……
He had already let go.
Back then, when I was still the Chaos Demon God, I always felt that the creation of the world was damaging the existing ones.
Now I don’t think so.
In the prehistoric world, it was pretty good.
There is nothing inappropriate.
But.
Judging from the judgment of the ancestral witches, they have a grudge against their father god.
As the saying goes, "Father's debt must be repaid by his son", maybe he is here to cause trouble for them.
"Then what do you want?"
Hongjun couldn't help but said: "We just want to pay homage to Pan. Ancient Temple. There is no need to be so defensive, right?"
If you don't open the formation, they won't be able to get in.
This time.
Hongjun was in trouble when he arrived.
It seems that what my master told me has not been successful yet.
This made him very embarrassed.
Feeling helpless, he turned back to Jiang Chi with an innocent look on his face.
He said in his heart: "Master, it's not that I don't help or that I don't work hard, it's just that these ancestral witches in front of me are too stubborn.
They are simply stubborn people.
I tried my best."
but now.
Jiang Que looked calm, but shook his head slightly in his heart, "Everyone, Pindao and his group are also good at physical cultivation. I see that you are also strong in physical cultivation. Why don't we compare with each other?"
"Um?"
"You guys, with your little arms and thin legs, are actually good at physical cultivation?"
"Could you be telling a lie?"
“You’ll know if it’s true or false after you practice it.”
"It just so happens that we all like to practice the physical body. If we have a good discussion, it will be beneficial to all of us."
"Then let them come in and have a fight. If they win, let them visit the palace of Father God and let them experience the power of God Father."
"..."
Although the words of these ancestral witches are unpleasant to listen to, even though they sound a bit weird.
but.
Jiang Qian still felt a strange feeling.
if……
But it's okay if you can get in.
If he really wanted to compete with anyone else's physical body, he felt that he would not fail.
On the contrary, Yang Jian has some possibilities.
Although he is Daluo Jinxian, his physical body is not that strong.
Facing the ancestral shamans who specialize in cultivating the physical body, he is no match at all, and it is difficult to predict the various results.
"But the current situation seems pretty good."
Jiang Que secretly said: "At least, I have hope for a breakthrough, both in terms of cultivation and physical possibilities."
This is very good.
If I can enter the residence of the witch clan, I still have great hopes in the future.
"..."
Not far away, Hongjun looked confused.
He also looked confused.
He failed to succeed, but his master succeeded.
Are you really not good at this?
for a while.
Hongjun couldn't help but doubt himself, "Sure enough, the master is the master, and he succeeded as soon as he took action."