Honghuang: I am Hongyun, I like to be a good old man

Of course, this is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

Besides, after saying goodbye to Nuwa and Tongtian, Hongyun took Yunlong and returned directly to Huoyun Palace.

Before they sat down, Yun Ding and Yun Bing came to report, saying that Hou Tu had already left, and expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

Hong Yun nodded and said with a smile: "Houtu ancestor witch is kind, a person who is grateful and repays. I am very relieved to have a friend like her."

"By the way, I have a few corpses of Chaos monsters here. Let the four fierce beasts deal with them, leaving the muscles, bones, fur, etc., and I will personally refine some sets of equipment for you..."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Ding and Yun Bing jumped up, and even Yun Long, who stood respectfully and stood on the ground, showed joy.

However, at this moment, an extremely loud voice spread throughout the entire Great Desolate Continent.

"My Houtu, watching all living beings in the prehistoric and desolate lands, they have nowhere to go after death, and their souls wander around the world without peace."

"I would like to inherit the behest of Pangu's father and god, and use my body to transform into the six realms of reincarnation, leaving a piece of pure land for all living beings after death."

Rumble!

Thousands of muffled thunder exploded.

Click!

Countless lightning strikes across the sky.

A vision from the sky shocked the prehistoric world.

Almost all living beings knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the merciful empress Tu Niangniang.

Compared with the sanctification of other people, all living beings were coerced by that saint, pressed to the ground, and had to bow down, but this time they were willing.

Houtu, using his own body to transform into reincarnation, is definitely a great contribution and great kindness.

With the descending of boundless merit, Houtu's primordial spirit gradually condensed, finally breaking through the loophole that the Wu clan has no primordial spirit.

But just when everyone thought that the primordial spirit of Houtu would return to the six realms of reincarnation, another Houtu jumped out, and with a flash of his figure, he merged with the primordial spirit that had successfully condensed into one.

All of a sudden, the purple air traveled [-] miles from the east, hundreds of millions of golden lotuses bloomed, and a huge aura spread all over the nine heavens and ten places.

Obviously, this is the breath of a saint!

Everyone was stunned.

What's the situation? !

Didn't Houtu use his body to reincarnate? !

Why did another Houtu come out, and merged with the primordial spirit condensed with the merits of heaven, and became one at once, becoming a saint all at once? !

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Yuan Shi jumped up all of a sudden.

His face was full of shock and inconceivable.

Then filled with anger.

"It's deception, it's blatant deception."

"Houtu transformed into reincarnation with a separate body, but he was safe and sound, and he also received endless merit. This is deceiving the way of heaven!"

Zhunti jumped even higher, his eyes almost popped out, and he said angrily: "What a merciful empress, this is just a joke."

"Why is the Dao of Heaven still conferring merit? It should have sent down the purple heavenly punishment to chop Houtu to death. How can he be rewarded for such deception?!"

Lao Tzu kept pinching his fingers, frowning into a pimple, and said again and again: "No, no, it's too wrong."

"Things shouldn't be like this. Houtu shouldn't have this clone. Who changed the situation? Could it be the one from Fire Cloud Palace?!"

Couldn't help looking at Huoyun Palace, he sighed again and again, both annoyed and thoughtful, but finally shook his head and closed his eyes in silence.

But just when everyone thought that the Great Desolate Continent would welcome a saint again, a thunderous sound came from the sky.

"Housu, if you act like this, you are really deceiving the way of heaven. Your character is flawed and cannot be sanctified."

After the voice fell, a big hand appeared, stopping the merits that were falling.

There is no doubt that this person is Hongjun.

After all, he has not done such a thing once before. As the saying goes, he is familiar with the first time and the second time. This time he should be familiar with it.

"Bold, Hongjun old man, how dare you stop my younger sister from proving the way?!"

Dijiang's rough voice sounded.

The witch clan only worshiped Pangu, not anyone else, so they didn't have much respect for Hongjun.

"Lie Twelve Capitals have a large array of gods and demons, whoever prevents my younger sister from proving the Tao, die!"

Although there are only 11 people in the Twelve Capitals, without Houtu, they still cannot be underestimated, and their power is enormous.

A vague figure appeared, it was Pan Gu, holding a sky-opening axe, and slashed at Hongjun's big hand.

The aura of destruction is overwhelming!

The terrifying power makes all living beings unable to raise their heads!

It's a pity that before the Sky Ax could be opened, it approached Hongjun's palm, and a rotating plate fell from the sky.

It is the good luck jade butterfly.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded.

The phantom of Pangu shattered, and the eleven ancestor witches directly turned into eleven blood men, flying in all directions.

Chapter 233 The Eleven Ancestral Witch Was Beaten, Ask the Ancestor Hongyun to Administer Justice

lost!

Failed!

Who would have thought that when Hongjun made a move, it would be a jade plate of fortune.

Directly shattered the formation of the gods and gods in the Twelve Capitals, which the Wu clan was proud of, to pieces.

"The witch clan shouldn't have saints!"

The thunderous voice sounded again, like the voice of heaven, full of power, full of dominance, like an imperial decree handed down by an emperor.

Obeyers live!

Those who do not obey will die!

All the prehistoric creatures, whoever heard it, trembled with fear, did not dare to make a small movement, and did not even dare to breathe.

It was so scary.

This kind of oppression is ten times or a hundred times stronger than that of a saint, and it already brings the power of heaven.

It's no wonder that the last time Hongjun made this move was in the Heavenly Court. Although the coercion enveloped the entire prehistoric world, it was in the Heavenly Court after all.

This time is different.

Houtu is reincarnated near the Nether Blood Sea. Being in the prehistoric continent, all living beings can directly feel this coercion.

"Houtu, abandon your ancestral witch body, and I allow your soul to enter the six realms of reincarnation. As long as you don't leave the six realms of reincarnation, you will be a saint."

"Otherwise, according to the general trend of heaven, I will destroy your body and soul, and the witch clan will suffer..."

But before he could finish speaking, Di Jiang's shout followed immediately.

"Old man Hongjun, don't use the so-called bullshit power of heaven to overwhelm others. When Dijun proved himself to be a saint, you still said that under the heaven, there can only be nine saints. Now?!"

"It's useless. What you say now is like farting. It stinks. It's useless at all."

"If you want to stop my younger sister from proving the way, you can only step over the corpse of our eleventh ancestor witch."

Rumble!

Another bang!

The eleven ancestor witches all turned into their own bodies.

Moreover, several great witches, such as Houyi, Kuafu, etc., joined in—obviously, they replaced the ancestor witches of Houtu!

Although the real strength cannot reach the level of Houtu, but the combination of several great witches can definitely make the Twelve Capitals' gods and gods form a large formation, and their power will be raised to a higher level.

The phantom of Pan Gu appeared again!

Sure enough, it was a little more solid than before.

Especially with the Sky Opening Ax in his hand, he could see clear lines.

Infinite power is gathering towards these lines.

Has the power of the sun.

Has the power of the moon.

Even more powerful.

Even the power of the Nether Blood Sea is rapidly rushing into the lines.

"Bold, what do you Wu clan want to do?!"

Hongjun was furious.

An old but angry face appeared in the sky, his eyes fixed on Pan Gu's Sky Axe.

"To gather all the original power of the prehistoric desolate, is it to destroy the prehistoric desolate? By doing this, you will be worthy of your Father God Pangu?!"

"Housu, you are famous for your kindness. Is this what you want to see? Is it really worth it to prove the way for you alone?!"

If it's something else, Houtu will definitely take a step back - she has always been like this, if she takes a step back, it will benefit all beings, so why bother to move forward.

But this time is different!

This is sanctification!

Moreover, if she fails, it means that the Wu Clan has failed. With the temper of Di Jun, the new sage of the Monster Clan, he will definitely wipe out the Wu Clan completely.

For the sake of the entire Wu clan, she must succeed!

Even against the will of Pan Gu's Father God and consuming some primordial origin, he would not hesitate.

"Daozu, why do you have to force me so hard?!"

"The monster clan has Emperor Jun saints, and my witch clan must have one."

"Only in this way can the strengths of the two races be balanced, and then there will be a prehistoric peace..."

Hongjun's nose almost crooked in anger.

As soon as he heard Houtu's words, he knew that this theory was definitely Hongyun's.

Well, you red cloud, it's unreasonable!

First, he helped the monster emperor Jun to prove his way and become a saint, and now he came to confuse Houtu.

At this moment, he can be [-]% sure that Houtu's almost identical clone was definitely created by Hongyun.

"If I can't prevent Houtu from becoming holy this time, I'm afraid I won't have the right to speak in the whole prehistoric world."

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became fierce, and his murderous aura suddenly rose, like a monstrous sea wave, directly crushing the soil behind him.

However, before this murderous aura landed on Houtu, the phantom of Pangu, condensed in the great array of gods and gods in the twelve capitals, took a step forward and stopped them all.

Raised the sky-opening axe.

Chop hard.

Click!

Broken sound.

The surrounding space, like a mirror surface that has been hammered, is all reduced to powder, and then scattered, turning into nothingness.

"Hmph, mere phantom, you still want to fight with me?!"

Hongjun snorted coldly.

The good fortune jade dish in his hand flew out, and with just a slight rotation, countless rays of light shot out, stopping all the power of the axe.

Not only that, these rays of light turned into dozens of long arrows, and they shot at Dijiang, Gonggong, Kuafudi and other ancestor witches with lightning speed.