I just proved the myth of Da Luo, you slaughtered my human race?

The Lich's calamity is not over for a day, and the prehistoric world will not have six reincarnations for a day.

Hundreds of billions of living beings, no matter what race they are, or how high or low their cultivation is, once they die, their primordial spirit will go with them, and they will fall into real death.

For this reason, there will be the so-called ethos in the circle of monks where everyone cherishes their lives.

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, the ancestral land of the Wu clan.

"The holy master needs our blood and blood to help?"

The twelve witch clan headed by Di Jiang all had surprised expressions, confused.

Among them, the ancestor of the earth witch is the most so.

Because Chase Lu still needs her alone to provide some flesh and bones from Houtu itself.

"Holy Master, the Wu Clan will definitely try their best to complete your request as soon as possible, but I don't know what your plan is?"

Jumang asked.

The witch clan is born without a soul, and they rely on their meridians, bones, flesh and blood to fight against people.

Because of this, the physical body of every Wu clan son is the brainchild of his painstaking efforts throughout his life.

This is even more true for the twelve witch ancestors.

Even if it's just a slight wound on the body, if it is not treated in time, it will definitely cause endless troubles in the future, and even directly threaten his own life.

If Hou Tu really stripped part of her flesh and blood, then this move would definitely greatly affect her cultivation.

Chase Lu should know this, and it is impossible not to know it.

"To tell you the truth, fellow daoists, my request today is indeed a bit excessive, and I need to tell the whole story."

After all, Lu Chen took a deep breath before continuing, "I plan to use everyone's power to revive the nine golden crows that were shot and killed by Dayi earlier!"

"what?"

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

The answer given by Lu Chen immediately attracted the eyes of the twelve witch ancestors, their pupils vibrated, and they were speechless for a long time.

The two clans of liches are feuds. From the moment the world first opened and the two clans were born, they have hated each other and fought each other for countless years.

During this period, countless elites from both sides lost their lives to their opponents. Under the intertwining of blood and tears, the chains of hatred spread, becoming more numerous and indelible.

Not long ago, Dayi shot and killed nine Jinwu princes, apparently to support the human race.

But in fact, who can not see his selfish desire to avenge the great witch Kuafu?

Therefore, it is almost impossible for the 12 witch ancestors to let go of all kinds of old and new hatreds and help the dead enemy resurrect the elite.

"If this move can also revive some dead great witches of the Wu clan, such as the great witch Kuafu."

After all, Lu Chen's expression became serious, arched his hands, and slightly bowed in the direction of the twelve ancestor witches, "I wonder if all fellow Taoists are willing to help me?"

A wave of waves has risen again.

The twelve witch ancestors who hadn't come out of Lu Chen's previous words fell into the sea of ​​shock again in the blink of an eye, unable to extricate themselves.

If it is really possible to resurrect the dead great witch of the Wu clan, why not do this?

"Holy Master, there is one more question for Poverty."

"Regardless of whether the saint is willing to tell us or not, we will fulfill your request immediately."

After making some promises, Di Jiang looked at Houtu and asked Lu Chen, "Why do we all need to provide blood, while Seventh Sister also needs to provide her own flesh and blood?"

This question was also puzzling to the hearts of the other eleven shaman ancestors.

In terms of realm, cultivation base, and physical strength, Houtu ranked last among the twelve ancestors of witches.

Leaving eleven bodies that are more powerful than hers unused, could it be that the saint is worried that he will not be able to control the violent blood power in the witch clan?
Thinking of this, all the Wu ancestors present looked at each other, and after reading the thoughts in each other's mind, they all nodded.

"Saint master, don't worry. Although the physical body of our family is unparalleled in the world, once it is separated from the main body, its power will be greatly reduced."

"Third brother is right, and you are a holy master of our clan, how can the power of our blood and blood hurt you at all?"

"Even if you want my flesh and blood, as long as you ask, if I frown, I'm not a good man!"

All the witch ancestors stepped forward one after another, patted their chests and promised.

Where is this going?

Lu Chen, who was a little dizzy for a while, almost forgot what he was here for.

"Everyone has misunderstood. Only the flesh and blood of fellow Taoist Houtu can help me in today's matter."

"There are so many things in the world, the only thing in common is that all creatures have spirits."

"And what I want to do is to create six reincarnations according to the spirit!"

Boom boom boom!
Following the export of the four words "Six Paths of Reincarnation", the twelve Ancestral Witches immediately felt a shocking explosion in their minds.

In the next moment, thousands of information came from nowhere, and they drilled into their brains continuously, outlining a picture of the future.

"Brother, this is the future that my little sister saw back then!"

Hou Tu shouted in shock.

"Wait, it seems something is different!"

Suddenly, Hou Tu let out another light hey.

Rather than saying that it is different from what I saw last time, it is better to say that the future I saw this time is even more distant.

After the end of the Lich War, the people of the two clans were all out of ten, and they were forced to live in a corner, not daring to show their faces in the slightest.

As the only surviving Houtu at the leader level of both sides in that battle, looking at the messy prehistoric continent and the tens of thousands of spirits of the two races gradually dissipating in front of him, he suddenly became enlightened.

"The way of heaven is above, and the poor and poor will voluntarily sacrifice all of themselves to forge the six reincarnations and perfect the last missing link in the rules of heaven and earth!"

With the sound of Houtu's voice in his mind, all the pictures disappeared one by one, and the twelve witch ancestors returned to reality again.

"So this is our original destiny and mission?"

Gou Mang whispered something, then suddenly raised his head, and cast a thankful look in Lu Chen's direction.

The same is true for the rest of the witch ancestors.

In the picture I saw just now, Erlang of the Wu clan's methods were still crude, obviously he hadn't learned the inner world cultivation method passed down by Lu Chen a few days ago.

Now, the Wu Clan has the most top skills in the prehistoric world to help them. Even if they need to fight the Yao Clan in the future, the ending will definitely be very different.

The two sides are no longer evenly matched, but the Heavenly Court of the Yaozu is ruthlessly crushed by Erlang of the Wuzu!
And all of this is due to Lu Chen's help!

Swish!
Suddenly, a sharp breath flashed, followed by the smell of blood.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look, but what they saw was that Houtu personally chopped off the six wings-like jade arms on his back.

"Thank you fellow Taoist Houtu!"

Lu Chen nodded. Although he didn't talk much, his friendship was enough.

"It is Houtu's honor to be able to benefit the common people!"

Houtu smiled slightly.