Great Primordial: Seven Saints, The Strongest Gourds In History

Di Jiang looked at Zhu Rong with gloomy eyes and scolded: "How dare you, with your weak moral skills, how can you be worthy of asking two seniors for advice? Why don't you get out of here quickly!"

Gong Gong’s face twitched a few times, and he reminded: “Old Zhu, you don’t want to die...

Zhu Jiuyin, Ju Mang, Xuan Ming, and Qiang Liang also opened their mouths to advise Zhu Rong.

However, Zhu Rong seemed to be possessed and remained unmoved at all, shouting: "Brother, I just want to give it a try, so don't stop me!"

"Besides, for so many years, we have been practicing hard at Pangu Temple day and night...

Di Jiang didn't know how to refute Zhu Rong's words.

Zhu Jiuyin let out a long sigh, turned his head to the side, and did not continue to talk to Zhu Rong, as if he had anticipated Zhu Rong's outcome.

The scholar looked at Zhu Rong in front of him and said with interest: "Boy, asking us for advice may lead to death. Are you sure you still want to ask for advice?"

Zhu Rong said with firm eyes: "My monks should focus on attaining the Grand Dao. If we are greedy for life and afraid of death, we might as well go home, marry a wife and have children!"

The scholar clapped his hands and praised: "Well said, boy, since you want to ask us for advice, I will give you this opportunity today!"

"If you have any means, just use it!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Zhu Rong laughed and said: "Please ask seniors for advice!"

As he spoke, Zhu Rong roared and appeared as the 673 Ancestral Witch, who was half human and half beast, with ears pierced by fire snakes. He raised his huge fist and rushed towards the scholar.

Seeing Zhu Rong's rough fighting style, the scholar chuckled, slowly raised his right hand, and slapped the approaching Zhu Rong with his hand.

"DIG..."

As a crisp sound rang out, Zhu Rong's huge Ancestral Witch body was slapped by the scholar, and it rolled and flew out.

"..."

A loud noise was heard, and Zhu Rong's huge body crashed directly into the wall of Pangu Temple.

Looking around, Zhu Rong's hair was disheveled, his robes were broken, and his breath was messy. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot of damage.

Not far away, Zhu Jiuyin and Gong Gong, who had already expected the result, quickly stepped aside as Zhu Rong fell to the ground, came to Zhu Rong's side, and greeted him with concern.

Di Jiang raised his hands to the scholar and said, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy!"

Others might not be able to see anything about the move just now, but how could Di Jiang, a space Ancestral Witch, not see it.

It can be said that if the slap from the scholar just now is harder, it is unknown whether Zhu Rong can survive.

You know, these two people are comparable to Dao Ancestor.

Zhu Rong, a small Pseudo Saint, goes to challenge Saint. Isn't this looking for death?

The scholar looked at Zhu Rong who was breathing rapidly and praised: "Boy, isn't it good? You can survive this, you are quite capable!"

Zhu Rong smiled bitterly and said: "Senior, you are very generous. If it weren't for the mercy of senior, I would have died here long ago!"

Seeing Zhu Rong's interesting look, the scholar chuckled lightly and walked towards the outside of Pangu Temple.

The woodcutter glanced at the passage in the Pangu Temple with strange eyes, then turned around and followed the scholar out.

Di Jiang watched the woodcutter and scholar leave, then turned to Zhu Rongzhen and scolded him to get up.

On the other side, the woodcutter and the scholar walked out of the Witch Clan's ancestral land, counted their fingers, and then ran straight towards the Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

Great Primordial continent.

Ever since he first went to Calabash Village and learned that he had the opportunity to prove the Dao Saint, Houtu has been traveling in the Great Primordial Continent.

Time flies, hundreds of years pass by like a fleeting moment.

On this day, Houtu unknowingly came to the Nether Sea of ​​Blood in Old Ancestor Ming He.

Listening to the sounds of countless howling ghosts and wolves coming from all around, Houtu looked up and saw an endless sea of ​​blood in front of him.

"Eh? Isn't this Nether Sea of ​​Blood?"

"Why do I appear here? Is this the guidance of Father God from somewhere?"

Houtu glanced around, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and said suspiciously.

at this time.

"D"

A sound of breaking through the sky sounded from the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, a small light yellow book disappeared between Houtu's eyebrows.

(bieg) Sensing something strange coming from his body, Houtu turned his hand and revealed a small book, exclaiming: "This...is this the legendary Book of Human?"

Houtu never imagined that after arriving in the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, he would be recognized by the legendary Book of Human.

You know, according to rumors, the Book of Human has the power of life and death to control all living things in the world.

Now that Book of Human has recognized its master, could it be that God the Father is secretly trying to guide me?

By the way, when we were in Hulu Village, Mo Bai Daoist Friend clearly said that her opportunity was somewhat similar to Nuwa's.

Could it be that Mo Bai Daoist Friend indirectly told me that if I want to prove the Dao Saint, what kind of race should I create like Nuwa?

As he thought about it, Houtu's eyes dimmed, as if he had entered a thoughtful state.

"Gulu, Gulu......

Just as Houtu was deep in thought, the surrounding Nether Sea of ​​Blood suddenly began to riot.

In an instant, a man wearing a blood-red robe walked out of the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, with a touch of greed in his eyes. His figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, and snatched the Book of Human in Houtu's hand.

Sensing someone approaching, Houtu regained his senses and instinctively raised his fist and punched Old Ancestor Ming He.

"...

A loud noise was heard, and the surrounding Nether Sea of ​​Blood boiled instantly. Pillars of blood rose into the sky and swept towards Houtu.

Seeing this, Houtu roared and appeared as a half-human, half-snake Ancestral Witch with three heads and six arms. He raised his fist and struck at the oncoming blood column.

"...

After a collision, Houtu dispersed all the blood pillars coming towards him, looked at Old Ancestor Ming He angrily, and shouted: "Old Ancestor Ming He, you dare to sneak attack the poor daoist, aren't you afraid that the poor daoist will lead the Witch Clan?" Will the army crush your Nether Sea of ​​Blood?"

Facing Houtu's threat, Old Ancestor Ming He snorted without any panic: "It's ridiculous that you Witch Clan wants to flatten the Nether Sea of ​​Blood!"

"Did you know that the Nether Sea of ​​Blood is the navel of the Great God Pangu, where the blood of countless gods and demons gathers..."

"Houtu, the poor daoist gives you a chance to leave the Book of Human, and you can leave safely, otherwise, don't blame the poor daoist for being ruthless!"

Houtu looked at the greed in Old Ancestor Ming He's eyes and shouted coldly: "If you want Book of Human, dream!"

"In that case, don't blame the poor daoist for being rude!"

As he spoke, Old Ancestor Ming He waved his hand, and the surrounding Nether Sea of ​​Blood once again stirred up several blood pillars and blasted towards Houtian.

At the same time, Old Ancestor Ming He was shocked, and his whole body was filled with mana. While controlling the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, he struck directly at Houtu's vitals.

At first, Houtu could handle it calmly, but as time went by, Houtu gradually started to become a little confused.

Houtu, who was furious in his heart, cursed loudly: "Old Ancestor Ming He, you are so despicable, you can come out if you have the ability..."