Hong Huang: I am a disaster to the three religions, and you don’t want to separate?

Inside the Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan, the scene was still in chaos.

Several emo ancestor witches squatted on the ground.

No matter how they were pulled, they were unwilling to get up and sit down.

They kept saying that the Wu Clan was finished.

If the saint took action, the Wu Clan would be wiped out in a few moves.

It was all over. Stop fighting and destroy it.

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were pinching each other's necks.

Both of them put on a fighting face, neither of them gave in.

"What were you worried about just now?!"

"What's wrong with looking at you?"

"Try looking at another one!"

"Try it!"

"You little bastard, you're itching for a fight, right!"

"..."

Standing on the table, Hou Tu looked at the many emo ancestor witches with arrogant eyes.

She put her hands on her waist, her face full of arrogance, and her words were full of disdain.

"You are simply the shame of the Wu clan."

"Even if you are not needed, I can shoulder the responsibility of the entire Wu clan."

As soon as the voice fell, Dijiang's eyes flashed with brilliance.

Hey, this is good, she can shoulder the Wu clan by herself.

Let the saints' attention shift to Hou Tu.

The remaining ancestor witches can be saved, and everyone is happy.

Dijiang looked at Hou Tu with a strong sense of gratitude.

Good sister!

Xuanming, who was sitting on a chair in the corner, had peach blossoms in his eyes.

"Xuan Dan... Hehehe, little Xuan Dan..."

Dijiang's expression was rare and serious, and he whispered to the brothers around him.

"Don't even think about it, it must be useless."

"The Wu clan is useless, you believe me, let's leave overnight."

"Stay in Pangu Temple, I don't know when it will be finished."

The other ancestor witches nodded repeatedly.

They avoided Zhu Jiuyin and packed their luggage carefully.

Prepare the second plan to break up.

At this time, Zhu Jiuyin stared at the chaos in Pangu Temple.

Take a deep breath, calm and expressionless.

In his heart, he has begun to plan the next arrangements.

It is not a good idea to continue to let the ancestor witches stay in Pangu Temple.

It is better to let them return to their respective tribes and let the great witch take care of them.

As for Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, it is normal to fight.

It is also good to let them fight fiercely.

Anyway, the two of them are not on good terms with each other.

The power shown can also shock the demon court to some extent.

It is a good thing for the current witch clan.

Xuanming, if he goes crazy again, just knock him out directly.

Just when he was lost in thought.

Several ancestor witches who were trapped in emo had already broken through the space under the leadership of Dijiang and left Pangu Temple quietly.

When Zhu Jiuyin came to his senses.

Dijiang and the others had disappeared.

At the same time, Hou Tu in Pangu Hall took Xuan Ming out to inspect the tribe.

Gong Gong and Zhu Rong were fighting fiercely.

At this moment, only Zhu Jiuyin was left in Pangu Hall.

He left Pangu Hall expressionlessly.

Standing in front of the door, he swallowed the pill in his hand that exuded a strange fragrance.

The Qiyun Pill was previously exchanged from a Daluo who was close to the Wu tribe.

He paid the price of a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

The neighbor Daluo happily bought the Qiyun Pill online.

Zhu Jiuyin has learned about the efficacy of the Qiyun Pill from many powerful people.

Almost all the disciples of Xuanmen once ate this Qiyun Pill.

The disciples of the three religions traveled in the prehistoric world, and each of them had a critical hit.

Now he can only pin his hopes on the Qiyun Pill to change his fate.

After swallowing the pill, Zhu Jiuyin turned around and stepped into Pangu Hall.

For the Wu Clan, the most precious opportunity is Pangu Temple.

The innermost part of Pangu Temple is Pangu's heart.

Pangu, who created the world and turned into the primitive world.

The huge heart stands in the innermost part of Pangu Temple.

Zhu Jiuyin stepped into it slowly, his heart as calm as water.

He came to Pangu's heart.

Suddenly, his heart was a little throbbing, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it gently.

Boom! ! !

At the moment of touching, Pangu's heart actually beat.

Even Zhu Jiuyin, who was absolutely rational.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

In an instant, a burly figure suddenly appeared.

The blood power he exuded made Zhu Jiuyin want to bow down and surrender.

He didn't need to speak or make any movements.

Just standing there, Zhu Jiuyin knew his identity.

He showed a respectful expression and took a deep breath.

"The descendant witch Zhu Jiuyin pays homage to the Father God!"

The sturdy man's gestures were full of transcendent power.

He looked at Zhu Jiuyin with a strong loving gaze.

"All the creatures in the prehistoric world are my descendants."

"It is rare to be born in the witch clan and have such a calm mind."

"I was awakened by chance, and I deserve to be given an opportunity."

"I remember that when I died, there were twelve drops of blood containing spirituality, absorbing merits. "

"Call them all."

As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Jiuyin immediately agreed and went to find Houtu, Xuanming, Zhurong and Gonggong.

As for the emo ancestor witches who had not already run away.

I can't find them, I can't find them at all.

Zhu Jiuyin warned the ancestor witches beside him.

"Father God is coming, you all should be calm, don't jump out."

After that, the ancestor witches stepped into Pangu Temple.

They were suppressed by Pangu's strong blood pressure.

Zhu Jiuyin was fine, but the other ancestor witches reacted differently.

Zhurong and Gonggong still held hands tightly, competing secretly.

Xuanming muttered Xuandan in his mouth, lingering.

The moment Houtu saw Father God, he was excited and his tone rose several tones.

"Father God!!! ”

“With the Father God here, who dares to say they are invincible and undefeated? !”

“From now on, the Wu clan will stand on the top of the wilderness and trample all other clans under their feet.”

“The Wu clan was born to stand on the top of the mountain. Everything is their privilege.”

“This world exists to welcome the arrival of the Wu clan! "

Pangu's slightly raised hand froze in mid-air, his expression somewhat awkward.

Hiss... I'm dead, why are the juniors still so arrogant?

Why are those two juniors still competing secretly?

There are not... twelve ancestor witches, why are there only five left.

Could it be that the battle in the prehistoric world was too intense, and all these guys died?

If the prehistoric world is so dangerous, I wonder what happened to the three little guys transformed by the Yuanshen.

When Pangu was about to grant the opportunity.

Hou Tu was actually arrogant and said arrogantly.

"When I revive you, are you willing to call me the mother goddess! "

Zhu Jiuyin turned away with a cold face.

At this moment, he only hoped that the Father God would not bear grudges.

He could forgive his crazy descendants.

But if you think about it carefully, the direct descendants have their own characteristics, which is normal.

Pangu's brows were already tightly knitted.

You are dead and you still let me see this, haven't you passed the rebellious period?

Do I have to call you Mother God?

It's Tiangang!

Pangu took a few deep breaths.

He casually gave twelve drops of blood.

The voice was no longer as kind and enthusiastic as before.

"Everyone retreat, I need to have a good rest."

"The blood will increase your strength, and there is another inheritance. Come to me again after the blood is refined."

Zhu Jiuyin took the twelve drops of blood.

"Thank you, Father God." "

After saying that, he took Hou Tu and walked away.

The other ancestor witches followed him.

Hou Tu still shouted with confidence.

"I will definitely revive you, I will!!!"