With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

The eyes of Laozi Sansheng fell on the eleven ancestral witches.

His eyes narrowed.

The eleven ancestral witches were actually the same as they were during the decisive battle between the two Liches.

The realm is completely maintained in the state of the two corpses.

No improvement at all.

But the size of the eleven ancestor witches.

But from a body of ten feet that could not be controlled at all.

It became a body of ten feet.

This normal body type.

Basically, it is the mainstream immortal body shape.

It can compress the originally huge body to such an extent.

It shows that the physical strength of the ancestral witches is increasing.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Like Wu Sheng, Zu Wu's realm has not improved.

But the physical strength has been improving.

That is to say...

I thought.

His eyes could not help but glance to Amitabha and Zhunti Buddha's mother aside.

Just right.

The other party also cast the same gaze.

and.

In the eyes of the other party.

It also has the same color as Lao Tzu.

It turned out to be the case.

After all, the witch race is an incomplete race without a soul.

Their practice has reached a bottleneck.

Strength cannot be improved.

You can only continuously improve your physical strength.

but.

The improvement of the physical body is limited after all.

Stacked armor?

That must be a dead end.

Laozi Sansheng's eyes revealed a trace of happiness, keeping the clouds open to see the moonlight.

Waited for so many years.

Finally saw a glimmer of hope.

really.

The Witch Clan is nothing more than that.

Sansheng didn't see it.

There was a hint of doubt hidden in Hongjun's eyes.

Can't the realm of the witch clan continue to improve?

The deity has deduced it before.

The witch clan can be promoted to the peak level of the quasi-sage of the three corpses.

Why has Zuwu practiced for so long, but his realm has not improved?

But physical strength increased?

In the deity's memory, only one situation is possible.

Pangu.

Prove with force.

hiss.

Could it be that the Wu clan has embarked on the path of Pangu's past?

No.

impossible.

At that time, Pangu Tiankai was resisted by Daoist.

It proves the root of Tao with force.

Nine turns of heavenly skills.

Already incomplete.

The part recorded in Sanqing's mind.

They can only deduce eighty-nine profound arts.

Not to mention that the witches have no primordial spirit.

Various thoughts flashed across Hongjun's mind.

Finally feel.

It should just be scaring myself.

Hongjun's eyes fell on Wu Shen.

I think it's because of this son's relationship.

He is not a witch.

Maybe he got some special exercise for body training.

after all.

Jiuzhuan Tiangong was broken up by the resistance of the Dao.

How is it possible to reshape it?

The avenues are all shot.

How could there be a problem?

As a saint who fits the Tao.

The deity's judgment cannot be wrong.

It was at this moment that Wu Shen and the eleven ancestral witches settled down in the big square in front of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun and the three saints were waiting in the main square.

Countless thoughts flashed by in the blink of an eye.

Then each get a derivation answer that satisfies them.

Then they showed gentle saintly smiles.

"Fellow Daoist has finally arrived."

Zhunti Buddha's mother picked up a flower and smiled.

"The journey has been exhausting."

"If there is nothing else to prepare."

"Then let's get started."

Zhunti Buddha's mother is so fake that it can't be more fake.

Zhu Rong Zuwu shivered.

If it weren't for the Gonggong Zuwu who was on the side, he was quick.

He's about to start complaining.

Gonggong Zuwu glared at Zhurong Zuwu.

"Hold on if you have something to say."

Wu Shen glanced to the left and right.

Ten thousand celestial beings were sent out by Western sects.

Buddhism sent out one hundred thousand Vajras.

Heaven sent millions of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Three armies.

Mighty.

He smiled slightly.

"When everyone is ready."

"Then let's go."

Hongjun nodded.

A wave of hands.

A crystal-like door.

It opened in the mountains behind Zixiao Palace.

All over the world.

Solemn and solemn.

however.

Came from behind that gate.

But it is the chaotic and violent aura that makes even immortals uneasy.

That.

It was the gate of the demon world that Hongjun had prepared for five hundred and one years.

The door opened slowly.

Wu Shen raised his hand casually.

Bring out the Tai Chi diagram.

Set the ground, wind, water and fire near the gate.

Subsequently.

A golden bridge protruded from the Taiji diagram.

It directly smashed the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers who were spying near the gate.

Wu Shen jumped onto the golden bridge.

grin.

"Daozu, please."

Hongjun didn't care about Wu Shen at this time.

make a prompt decision.