Honghuang: The opening auction of the method of proving the Tao!

After Nuwa Saint left, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng Patriarch still felt creepy and their scalps tingled when they looked at Zhen Yuanzi in front of them.

"Remember, you still have 10 years to live!"

"In 10 years, I will crush the Nantian Gate and make you all fly away!"

Zhen Yuanzi stared coldly at the faces of Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng Patriarch, as if the murderous intent was about to seep into their bones.

With Zhen Yuanzi's current combat strength, if they prove to be holy in 10 years, they will definitely die.

The only way out is that they, like Zhen Yuanzi, can get treasures that can greatly improve their strength at the auction.

"After going back, collect the treasures immediately. We must get the treasures that the seniors put up for auction next time at all costs!"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had already made up their minds.

This is not only related to their interests, but also directly related to their lives!
Looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Zhen Yuanzi who were staring at each other fiercely, the three of Di Jun quickly traveled through the void and returned to the Demon Court.

Seeing this, the prehistoric peoples smacked their tongues inwardly. They didn't expect the incident to end like this, and they all started discussing it.

"Zhen Yuanzi, thank you fellow daoists for your help."

Zhen Yuanzi slightly recovered from the injuries in his body, and then immediately saluted the Twelve Ancestral Witches in earnest thanks.

If it weren't for the help of the Twelve Ancestor Wu Zhengyi, he would definitely fall into the hands of the Nuwa sage today.

What's more, the chance of revival of old friend Hong Yun was wasted in vain.

"It's okay."

Dijiang Zuwu smiled generously.

"If you don't bother me, can Pindao pay a visit to Buzhou Shanzu's witch palace?"

Zhen Yuanzi said suddenly after thinking for a moment.

Hearing the words, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches froze for a moment, unexpectedly, Zhen Yuanzi would suddenly propose to go to Buzhou Mountain Ancestral Witch Hall.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not refuse either.

After all, Zhen Yuanzi and Yaoting are completely on opposite sides now.

For the Wu people, the enemy of the enemy is their friend.

What's more, he is No. 1 under the sage Zhen Yuanzi.

"Of course I don't bother, my fellow Daoists are welcome at any time."

Dijiang Zuwu said, directly opening a door of space.

Zhen Yuanzi looked back at the shattered battlefield, was silent for a long time, then heaved a long sigh, turned his head and walked into the gate of space with the twelve ancestor witches.

The billions and millions of Buzhou Mountains are all gray-black in color, exuding a heavy aura, like the backbone of the entire prehistoric world, and they can't see the end at a glance, almost protruding into the chaotic world.

In the Buzhou Mountain Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Zhen Yuanzi walked out of it.

After Zhen Yuanzi walked out, Zhujiu Patriarch Wu had a thought, and hundreds of millions of time law dao patterns enveloped Zhen Yuanzi.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually returned to the state when he was not injured.

"Thank you buddy."

Zhen Yuanzi once again expressed his gratitude to the ancestor witch Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't expect that the law of time could still be used in this way. It deserves to be the third existence among the three thousand laws. It's really miraculous.

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Zhu Jiuyin laughed.

The Ancestral Witch Hall is located on the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain. Although it is only a large hall, it is blessed by the power of the Dijiang Ancestral Witch Space Law.

This hall is also extremely vast, comparable to an ordinary small world.

Moreover, the walls of the main hall are engraved with dense array patterns.

These patterns flowed with aura that was so thick that it turned into white mist, and it was also the aura of the ancestors of the wilderness at the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, which was extremely pure.

The reason why the twelve ancestral witches can all have the cultivation base of the quasi-sage peak has a lot to do with the cultivation environment here.

Zhen Yuanzi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches walked all the way, looking around curiously.

The Zuwu Hall where the Zuwu lives is very simple and rough, not as beautiful as the Wuzhuang Temple, and there is not even a single decoration in the entire hall.

On the contrary, there are many potholes and burnt marks around the main hall, which are left by Gong Gong and Zhu Rong's daily fighting.

Seeing this, Gong Gong and Zhu Rongzu scratched their heads in embarrassment.

The ancestral witches and Zhen Yuanzi walked all the way, and came to the center of the hall, beside a huge stone table.

This stone table is square and full of chaotic mist. It is carved and cast from the chaotic rocks that fell down from Buzhou Mountain. It is usually used by the Twelve Patriarchal Witches to discuss matters.

However, there is no other place to entertain guests in the Ancestral Witch Hall, so we can only make do with it.

"Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist is still the first guest to come to my Ancestral Witch Hall."

Gonggong Zuwu laughed.

Although the Twelve Patriarchal Witches are not as domineering as Taiqing and Yuanshi Tianzun, they still have the authentic arrogance of Pangu in their hearts.

Ordinary prehistoric and powerful ancestor witches really look down on them.

That is to say, Zhen Yuanzi, who is strong in cultivation, empathetic and loyal, can fall into their eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a seat."

Coming to the stone table, Emperor Jiang Zuwu raised his hand to Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhen Yuanzi was not polite, and directly sat down with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Due to the tall stature of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the table alone is several hundred meters high, and Zhen Yuanzi had to use some magic to reach the same height as the Ancestral Witches.

"Fellow daoists will drink in bars?"

Zhu Rong Zuwu said.

"Ah."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded.

When he was relaxing on weekdays, he would still have a few drinks, and his alcohol capacity was not bad.

"That's good!"

Gonggong Zuwu smiled, raised his hands, and directly lifted a large clay pot tens of meters high to the table with a bang.

The surface of the clay pot is covered with patterns of the law of space, obviously it is a space container.

When Gong Gongzu Wu carried it to the table, the whole stone table shook suddenly, one could imagine how much spirits were contained inside.

"Drink something to warm your stomach first, if it's not enough, add more."

Zuwu Gonggong grinned, and Zuwu Zhurong quickly distributed a large bowl in front of everyone.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the bowl on the table that was bigger than his face, and fell into deep thought.

When he drank wine before, he drank immortal wine and used three-inch jade cups.

Now Zhen Yuanzi finally knew why Zu Wu was drinking like a cow when drinking in Wuzhuang Temple, drinking one cup after another.

When Zhen Yuanzi was in a daze, the big bowl in front of him was already full.

"Come, welcome fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi to our Wu Clan."

Dijiang Zuwu stood up, holding a large bowl in both hands and said to Zhen Yuanzi, while the other Zuwu also stood up.

Facing the enthusiastic Wu clan, Zhen Yuanzi also stood up imitating the example.