Eleven drops of crystal essence and blood flew up, and with a roar, it turned into eleven blazing clouds, surging like a vast ocean.

The divine power emitted was like the collapse of heaven and earth. The powerful chaotic fluctuations of the entire Pure Land were suppressed, like the resurrection of eleven ancestor witches. When they sensed the familiar waves, many witch tribes were crying and worshiping the Witch Temple.

The divine light penetrates the sky, which is the essence of flesh and blood from Pangu. When the divine light falls, it is like a sea of ​​life. This breath alone makes all kinds of spiritual medicines and divine trees in the Pure Land grow wildly, and their vitality is shocking!

Among the grass and in the soil, many seeds took root and sprouted directly, instantly rising and growing rapidly.

The dry old trees on the cliff and the dead giant vines shine in an instant, and the rich greenness directly revives and rebirth.

The atmosphere in the Witch Temple was not very good. The Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill was successfully integrated into the remaining original essence and blood of the eleven ancestor witches.

In front of the huge word "Witch", the brilliance is brilliant, and you can feel an indescribable Taoist rhyme from it. Endless essence and rolling Taoist sounds spread in the hall, turning into countless runes, densely packed, like the sacred texts of the witch clan appearing in front of you.

But ten drops of the eleven drops of essence and blood can only show such the most primitive reaction, and only a phantom slowly appeared in the mist of the last drop of essence and blood.

Like a yellow sac, red like a elixir fire, six legs and four wings, dumb and faceless, the ancestor of space speed - Dijiang.

The ten ancestor witches seemed to have their souls destroyed, and their sea of ​​consciousness was silent.

The figure of Emperor Jiang’s ancestor witch was like a candle in the wind, and she could barely condense a divine thought.

"Brother Dijiang! You..."

Before Houtu could finish his speech, Di Jiang interrupted her and asked Ye Su directly: "So why is it for fellow Feng Ling who came to come to ask Houtu in person?"

Ye Su has a good personal relationship with Houtu, but it is impossible to get involved in the cause and effect of the witch clan at this time for personal relationship. If you don’t understand why he is trying to do so, how dare you entrust your confidant?

Ye Su also said straightforwardly: "I want to use the Demon-Slaying God Sword... Kill Kunpeng and get back what I deserve!"

"I can spend the fortune and resources of Wuliang Mountain to help Houtu become a saint, and the opportunity will be below the Nine Netherworlds! Then the broken earth net on the earth will belong to Wuliang Mountain, and Houtu will also make a vow to protect Wuliang Mountain like the witch clan."

There is no saint behind Wuliang Mountain, which is a great sect, and in the future, after the end of the Lich Age, he will inevitably face the crisis of being divided.

Either Ye Su will take over the Hongmeng purple qi that has been stained with countless causes and effects by him to become a saint, or you will find a trustworthy saint for yourself to entrust.

The most suitable person at the moment is Houtu. The two have personal relationships. She and the witch clan are in a situation that requires Wuliangshan to rely on. Otherwise, even if they have the opportunity to become enlightened, they will be unable to take such a huge responsibility for the way of heaven.

For win-win cooperation, why not do it?

But... this Hongmeng purple aura, which is contaminated with so much cause and effect, is probably not easy to take over!

But if I didn’t do this at that time, although the purple air was still pure and flawless, how could there be such a foundation as Wuliangshan?

I am afraid that I am still worried about breaking through the Daluo Golden Immortal, so I can only hide in the mountains and practice day and night, and only after a million years can I touch the edge of the quasi-saint.

The so-called time is fate, and there will inevitably be gains and losses after a choice.

When Ye Su thought about his own encounter, the Emperor Jiang Zuwu on the stage had turned around and looked at his youngest sister with a hazy and flickering figure.

As they watched each other, Hou Tu already understood her brother's determination. She trembled her lips and wanted to say something, but Di Jiang paid a great gift to worship.

"Although you are the last one born among our ancestor witches, you are the one who has gained the most merits among us when you were born. At that time, we felt that you will be the one among the witch clan who is most likely to achieve Hunyuan and recreate some of Pangu's glory."

"Later, when you become a quasi-saint, you will entrust all the affairs of the witch clan to you, thinking that you can accumulate more merits, and in the future you can grasp the secrets of heaven and touch the holy path."

"But I never asked if this is what you want... the burden of the ethnic group for so many years... Thank you for your hard work."

The divine thought of Di Jiang disintegrated little by little, but it seemed that he couldn't hold on for too much time. He tried everything, but it was beyond everyone's expectations and used space to lock Houtu.

Houtu could naturally easily break free from the magical powers used in such a weak state, but he heard Di Jiang say lightly: "...... Just think that my brother forced you in the end, Houtu... go to become a saint!"

"For the witch clan...for us eleven ancestor witches!"

After Di Jiang said this, he dissipated in the brilliant glow, and then a blazing divine glow swept towards the back earth, and the remaining ten drops of essence and blood followed closely behind.

Eleven ancestor witches devoted themselves to Houtu!

A clear tears fell, and then tears came to tears.

The weak bond was shattered at once, but this was the last gentleness of my brother......

The moment after the fusion was completed, there was another scene in the temple.

I saw a chaos in the hall, empty, just like a scene thirty-three days away, but this chaos seemed to be the essence and extremely close.

No matter how high or low, no matter how high or low, no matter how high or low, no matter how high or low space is, it is like returning to the beginning of the sky.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in the deepest chaos.

The colorful clouds above her head, and infinite divine beauty spread from her body, sweeping away the viscous and substantial chaos, like a wind storing the remaining clouds. But the chaos seemed to be so big that it had no boundaries, and it gathered as it dispersed. Once it swept open, more gathered immediately, and the pressure from all directions suddenly increased a lot.

Sneak! A clear air is like lightning, and in an instant, billions of forests were cut open. A huge road that was extremely wide and shaped like a corridor appeared in front of you, extending to infinite distances, and you only saw a clear light at the end, bright light.

It seems like there is a force that shakes the universe, but it seems ordinary. It is invisible and mysterious. This force will permanently separate the chaos, and from then on, the sky is the upper, the earth is the lower, and the heaven is the birth of heaven and earth!

Ye Su stood among them, as if he had seen the creation of the world again, and saw the movement of the number of days and the mystery of nature.

The vision of the unity of the twelve ancestor witches slowly disappeared. When the huge word "witch" appears again, where are the twelve ancestor witch thrones?

The Tao Pu, who was left in chaotic, was quietly suspended, holding up a witch with a peerless charm.

She sat cross-legged around a purple air, and a drop of clear tears still hanged at the corner of her eyes, as if she was endless sadness.
Chapter completed!