"It's so satisfying, so please feel good!"

After the battle, Zhu Rong returned to his human size and looked at Ye Fan with a smile on his face, unable to help but say.

"Brother Xuantian, I really didn't expect that someone could be comparable to my witch clan in terms of physical body. It seems that you have really inherited the Nine-Turnful Ability of Father Pangu!"

Ye Fan smiled but didn't comment.

Although this contest seems to be comparable to Zhu Rong.

But you should know that from beginning to end, Ye Fan never used a magical power, and the four swords of Zhu Xian and the Chaos Bell were not displayed.

If these are added, his combat power will at least go up to another ladder!

At this time, Ye Fan also sensed the message from his clone and sighed slightly in his heart.

However, since we know the gathering place of the witch clan and Pangu’s heart, it is only a matter of time to get Pangu’s essence and blood...

Anyway, he can afford to wait in one sentence.

Zhu Rong naturally didn't know this. Instead, he had a lot of affection for Ye Fan, a person who inherited Pangu's martial arts, and took the initiative to invite him: "Brother Xuantian, should you come to my witch clan to stay for a while, so as to continue to compete with me."

"hehe……"

Ye Fan couldn't help but curl his lips.

He knew that with Zhurong, a fighting maniac, how could he think of inviting himself to stay? He probably wouldn't be willing to let go of his rare training.

But this is exactly what he wants.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with the prehistoric world now. As for the second preaching of Zixiao Palace, it is even thousands of years later.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan nodded slightly and said quietly: "I am sure I dare not ask for it."

"Let's have a walk, let's have a drink!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong was happy again, pulled Ye Fan and walked towards the witch camp.

Seeing this, Ye Fan rolled his eyes for no reason.

He seemed to have foresaw what kind of situation he would be in the future in the witch clan.

…………

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years passed.

Over the past thousand years, Ye Fan lived in seclusion among the witch clan and witnessed the witch clan with his own eyes and entered a state of rapid development.

From a small tribe with hundreds of people, it has grown to a huge number of millions at once!

You know, this is not in the real world. These millions of witch people are not ordinary people without cultivation...

But a real practitioner!

Although the witch clan only cultivates physical body and does not cultivate the soul, the ordinary witch clan has the cultivation of a true immortal as soon as he becomes an adult, and some of them have higher talents and can directly reach the celestial immortal!

Among these million witch clans, there are tens of thousands of witches at the first level of the Golden Immortals, as well as more than a dozen witches at the level of the Golden Immortals.

These strengths combined are enough to make the Witch Clan squeeze into the ranks of first-class races in the prehistoric world.

And the witch clan has also reached a time to make a decision.

In Pangu Hall, Di Jiang, as the oldest among all the ancestor witches, looked at the other eleven ancestor witches and said.

"Everyone, my witch clan was born in these continuous mountains for thousands of years. Now the clan members have reached millions of people. The blood pool left by Father Pangu is still being born. If this continues, the continuous mountains will not accommodate us at all."

Zhurong had the hottest temper. He heard this and shouted, "Brother Dijiang, what's the problem? Beyond this continuous mountains, there is an endless vast land transformed by the Father God. Are you still afraid that we will have no place to live?"

When the ancestor witches heard this, they felt it was reasonable.

I think that as descendants of Pangu, they inherited Pangu's essence and blood, so of course they should take over the prehistoric continent.

The witch clan was too weak and had no such strength, so no one mentioned it. But now that Zhu Rong has broken it a little bit, the hearts of the ancestor witches have begun to move.

At this time, the ancestor of Shi Zhu Jiuyin began to speak.

"Zhurong's idea is correct, but he still needs to be cautious. Although the last catastrophe has passed, the dragon, phoenix and qilin tribes have retreated, there are still many forces in the prehistoric world that cannot be underestimated. Our tribe has only one million people. If they are attacked by groups, they may suffer heavy casualties."

As soon as this was said, Houtu nodded in favor and said, "What my brother said is right. If it is just for a place to settle down, it will cause heavy casualties among the tribe members. It is really not good. Why do you need to fight to the death for such a thing?"

Unlike other ancestor witches, although Houtu is also an ancestor witch, he does not like fighting. He inherits some of the original nature of the earth, which is kind and kind.

After hearing the words of Zhu Jiuyin and Houtu, Di Jiang could not help but nodded.

The witch clan is not very powerful now. If you make too many enemies, the situation will be bad. However, this small valley can no longer accommodate so many tribe members...

After telling everyone about his worries, Di Jiang couldn't help but look at Zhu Jiuyin and asked, "What are the good strategies do you have for your second brother?"

Zhu Jiuyin smiled and said, "Brother, don't worry too much. Just take these continuous mountains as the center, and our twelve ancestor witches each lead some of the tribesmen to spread around. There is no need to be too radical. You just need to gradually spread outward, gradually erode, expand the territory, recuperate, and strengthen the tribe."

Di Jiang nodded: "Okay, since that's the case, we will do what my second brother said. As for the Pangu Palace, it will be handed over to the great witches, Xing Tian, ​​Kuafu, Houyi, Jiufeng, Feng Bo, and Yushi, to be in charge of guarding."

The plan was settled, and the witch clan immediately began to take action.

At the same time, Ye Fan also knew about the actions of the witch clan and others, and a hint of surprise arose in his heart.

Although we have witnessed the continuous growth of the witch clan over the years, from the beginning to the end, in Ye Fan's eyes, the only thing that can be called a threat is the twelve capital heavenly evil formation of the witch clan.

As for those witch tribe members who are not even considered ancestral witches, no matter how many there are, it will be useless.

There are so many ants that can kill elephants.

But when the strength gap reaches a huge difference, it cannot be made up with quantity.

but……

Just as Ye Fan was quietly waiting for the departure of the twelve ancestor witches.

A voice full of majesty came from the void above the nine heavens and finally spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

"A thousand years have passed, Zixiao Palace has reopened. Anyone who is destined to come and listen to the sermon!"

"Boom--"

I saw a huge chaotic light column drooping down from above the nine heavens, cleaning the world.

Immediately afterwards, a purple hall appeared from the pillar of light, floating in the clouds like a mirage.

Although no bells or chimes were seen, the low and heavy bell sounds spread from the nine heavens to all directions.

"Dao Ancestor..."

At this moment, countless people woke up from their practice on the prehistoric land, with a little surprise and excitement on their faces.

The last time I preached, many people's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.

So what will happen this time?
Chapter completed!