Honghuang: This Hongjun can deal with it, if he has the blame, he will really bear it

Following Hongjun, he drove that mana into his heart.

The speed at which the ancestral witches are being bred in the blood pool is obviously slowing down.

And one can be sure that under the influence of such a speed, their eventual birth may render themselves incomplete.

It's also just like what Hongjun said to Pangu before, and people's impression of the Wu clan all the time.

That is the incomplete soul.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches have souls, but they are incomplete.

As for the big witches and ordinary witches behind, there is no primordial spirit at all.

The entire anti-Hongjun coalition army was silent, and the dilapidated Zixiao Palace fell into silence.

People exchanged glances with complicated expressions, opened and closed their mouths, but didn't know what to say.

It never occurred to people.

The birth of the Wu Clan turned out to be like this.

Pangu even asked Hongjun to protect the newly born Wu clan.

And the culprit who caused the witch clan to have no soul is Hongjun himself.

People can't help but take a peek at Houtu.

They feel that if they are Houtu, they also don't know whether to love or hate Hongjun.

"Empress Pingxin."

An annoying voice sounded again.

Zhou Qing came in front of Houtu and bowed his head to salute her with an extremely embarrassed expression.

When he saw that it was Hongjun's blood that activated Pangu's heartbeat, he was indeed taken aback.

He was almost about to attack Houtu.

But luckily.

The ancestral witches were not conceived by Hongjun's blood essence.

Moreover, from the conversation between Hongjun and Pangu, it can be seen that Hongjun's attitude towards the Wu clan is not necessarily very good.

"Pingxin empress, don't think too much."

"If it wasn't for Hongjun's disobedience to Pangu God's orders, how could your Wu Clan have incomplete primordial spirits?"

"As for taking care of the witch clan."

"Since Hongjun didn't listen to this order of God Pangu, why did he agree to take care of you until you grow up?"

"The facts speak for themselves."

"Hongjun has been persecuting your witch clan all along."

"Perhaps, it was from this time that he came up with the idea of ​​eliminating all Pan Gu's imprints!"

"My lady, don't forget, how did your brothers and sisters die!"

After Zhou Qing said these words, he didn't even dare to lift his head.

His fists were tightly clenched, and his whole body was tense, deeply afraid that what he said just now would anger Houtu.

Surprisingly, Houtu was not angry.

It seemed that she didn't react at all to the picture played in Chaos Qinglian just now.

Because Houtu's mood is extremely complicated at this time, with mixed feelings.

She could no longer confirm what she had seen, heard, and remembered.

Perhaps, the truth of the whole matter can only be revealed slowly through Chaos Qinglian.

Therefore, Houtu decided to force himself to calm down and watch the future development patiently.

It's just that when she saw the appearance of those brothers and sisters in the blood pool, she couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in her heart and her brain was torn apart.

In any case, her eleven older brothers and sisters have left her forever, and this cannot be changed.

Judging from the experience of the entire lich robbing his own witch clan, it is absolutely impossible for Hongjun to have nothing to do with it.

So, she decided to keep waiting.

It was only at the end that she decided how much her hatred for Hongjun could be alleviated.

Seeing that Houtu didn't say a word, everyone didn't dare to disturb Houtu.

Like Houtu, they refocused their attention on the picture of the chaotic Qinglian.

After Hongjun prevented all the power of Pangu's heart from flowing into the blood pool, the blood essence on his body also completely fused with his body.

At this time, his realm has stabilized.

"It's time to do an understanding."

Hongjun's whole temperament seems to have undergone a huge change for some reason.

He no longer had the indecision, grief and entanglement he had before.

Now he is unusually indifferent and decisive, as if he has jumped out of all emotions in this world, like a supreme rule without any bias.

A flash of brilliance flashed, and Hongjun's figure disappeared into the Pangu Temple.

Sumeru is above the sky.

The ruthless, satin-like black lightning tightly connects the sky and the earth.

And in a cloud composed of black and purple fierce sword energy, strands of power containing the power of the magic way burst out continuously from within, shaking down the sky, and bursting countless universes.

In an instant, a mighty force rushed out of the fierce sword energy, and rushed away countless black lightning bolts.

Rahu came to this world again with that mighty power.

The power of the demon is terrifying, shaking the galaxy and the bright moon, and the terrifying air is overwhelming, like a raging tsunami, hitting the sky,
Throughout the prehistoric world, the sky changed drastically.

In the distance and among the battling armies.

The four demons and the army of demons were overjoyed.

They know what this power means.

"The leader finally broke through the shackles!!"

Unintentionally shocked.

"The prehistoric peoples are dying!"

Wutian's eyes were scarlet, and his killing intent soared.

At this time, the eyes of all the demons seemed to be lit up with terrifying red lights.

But Emperor Jun Taiyi and all the members of the Yu clan and the Yin-Yang sect felt tense, their whole body felt cold, and their pupils trembled with fear.

He felt as if the whole world had darkened, swallowing the last ray of hope in their hearts.

They had already fought very hard and terribly.

Now, the entire morale has fallen to the extreme under the impact of this magic power
Dijun and Taiyi couldn't help embracing each other.

"Taiyi, are we two brothers going to be buried here today?"

Tai Yi wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Di Jun with solemn eyes:

"Brother."

"My Taiyi can fight here with my brother today, and I have no regrets in this life!"

Dijun's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt heroic:

"well said!!"

"As a hero, you should die on the battlefield!!"

"What fear do my Golden Crow clan have?"

"Even if the prehistoric times have passed through the ages, future generations will always remember the heroic deeds of my two brothers in this battle."

"The two of us will live forever!"

"Bros!"

"We are the last hope of the prehistoric world!"

"Whoever is willing to die standing up, charge with me, Dijun!!!"

Di Jun suddenly got courage out of nowhere, he sacrificed Hetu Luoshu, and rushed towards the demon army.

That picture looks like a moth to a flame.

On the side of Mount Sumeru, Luo Hu's figure slowly emerged from the dissipated evil spirit.

As his appearance gradually became clearer.

The people in Zixiao Palace also discovered that Luo Hu at this time was completely different from the previous Luo Hu.

If it is said that emotion can still be seen on Luo Hu's face before.

But now, he is a walking corpse who despises everything.

Suddenly, his dull and strange eyeballs turned suddenly.

In that direction, there unexpectedly appeared a person who also broke through the shackles of the quasi-sage and reached the prehistoric supreme realm like him!

PS: I have thought about the follow-up outline. It is estimated that I can write more than [-] words. I will try to update it normally next week.