Great Primordial: Seven Saints, The Strongest Gourds In History

Old Ancestor Ming He looked at Houtu, whose physical strength was gradually beginning to be exhausted, and sneered: "Houtu, those who know the current affairs are heroes. As long as you are willing to hand over the Book of Human, the poor daoist will never make things difficult for you!"

“Otherwise, poor daoist wouldn’t mind letting you Witch Clan…………

Houtu looked directly at Old Ancestor Ming He and shouted coldly: "If you want Book of Human, you have to step over my corpse!"

A fierce light flashed in Old Ancestor Ming He's eyes, and he said: "In that case, don't blame the poor daoist for being ruthless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Ancestor Ming He shook his big hand, revealed two Law Treasures, Yuan Tu and A Bi, and went straight towards Houtu.

Seeing Old Ancestor Ming He close at hand, Houtu knew that he would not escape death today, a flash of death flashed in his eyes, and shouted: "Ming He, if you want to kill poor daoist, you are not much better - go!"

Old Ancestor Ming He laughed and said: "Houtu, you still want to threaten the poor daoist, you are really shameless!"

"Suffer death!"

At this time, two streams of light flashed across the horizon, and it was the woodcutter and the scholar who walked out.

The woodcutter looked at Houtu who was dying and about to self-destruct. He quickly came to Houtu's side and hit the law of force towards Houtu's Dantian, preventing Houtu from self-destructing. He shouted coldly: "Ming He, you dare to bully my seventh daughter-in-law. Son, you are seeking death!"

As he spoke, the woodcutter raised his fist and struck Ming He mercilessly.

"..."

With a punch, Old Ancestor Ming He's body instantly turned into a pool of blood, flowing towards the Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

In the blink of an eye, Old Ancestor Ming He resurrected from the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, looked at the woodcutter with horrified eyes, and asked: "You... Who are you?"

The scholar sneered: "Who? The person who killed you!"

"A little Pseudo Saint dares to bully my Houtu sister-in-law, what a shame!"

"Get over here poor daoist!"

The scholar reached out his right hand, grabbed Old Ancestor Ming He from the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, threw him to the ground, and beat him violently with punches and kicks.

I saw that every time the scholar landed his punch, he controlled the force just right, so that it would not destroy Old Ancestor Ming He's physical body, but also allow him to experience pain that was extremely bearable for a human being.

After a while, screams like slaughtering pigs resounded from the Nether Sea of ​​Blood.

Just like that, I don’t know how long it has passed.

During this period, Old Ancestor Ming He was beaten unconscious by the scholar countless times, but soon he would wake up from the pain again.

This lasted for several hours, but Old Ancestor Ming He finally couldn't bear the torture and begged for mercy.

The scholar snorted coldly: "Weren't you crazy before?"

"Don't you still want to kill my seventh wife?"

"Why are you so scared now?"

"Where's your awesomeness!"

"Don't you want to die? I won't let you die yet...

Old Ancestor Ming He endured the pain in his body and begged for mercy: "Senior, stop fighting. I realize my mistake!"

"It was my fault that I offended my senior's sister-in-law..."

The scholar raised his brows, raised the corners of his mouth, revealed a strange smile, and said, "It's not impossible to let the poor daoist spare you!"

"As long as you hand over the Twelve Petal Red Lotus of Karmic Fire!"

Hearing this, Old Ancestor Ming He deliberately pretended to be crazy and said: "Senior, what is the fire red lotus? The poor daoist here only has two Law Treasures, Yuantu and Abi..."

Before Old Ancestor Ming He could finish his words, the scholar raised his hand and slapped Old Ancestor Ming He again, scolding: "Ming He, don't pretend to be ignorant to the poor daoist, if you don't have Karma Fire Red Lotus in your body, poor Will daoist talk to you?"

Seeing Old Ancestor Ming He's dishonest appearance, the scholar couldn't help but punched and kicked him again.

Old Ancestor Ming He was paralyzed on the ground and said, "Senior, I'll give it to you, why don't I give it to you!"

As he said this, Old Ancestor Ming He turned his hand and revealed the red lotus of karma. He handed it to the scholar and whispered: "Senior, please spare me this time!"

The scholar brought Old Ancestor Ming He to the woodcutter and Houtu, and said with a chuckle: "I can spare you, but I don't know if my eldest brother and Houtu's sister-in-law will spare you!"

"Brother, sister-in-law Houtu, this guy is a bit special, just remember not to use too much force when you hit him!"

Listening to the scholar's words, Old Ancestor Ming He rolled his eyes, fell over and fainted from fright.

Originally in the Nether Sea of ​​Blood, Old Ancestor Ming He was an immortal existence.

But facing the brutal beatings from the woodcutter, scholar, and Houtu, Old Ancestor Ming He felt life was worse than death.

In just a few hours, Old Ancestor Ming He fell into a coma countless times.

Every time he passed out, not even a few breaths had passed before he was woken up by the pain in his body.

It wasn't until the end that the woodcutter and Houtu beat Old Ancestor Ming He beyond recognition, and it was so miserable that there was any sign of stopping.

………………Please give me flowers 0.

The scholar looked at Old Ancestor Ming He who looked like a dead dog on the ground, and kicked him away.

Houtu looked at the woodcutter and scholar and said gratefully: "Thank you two seniors for saving your life!"

The scholar waved his hand and chuckled: "Why should a family be so polite!"

"If you really want to thank us two, just give us some more nephews and nieces!"

Upon hearing this, Houtu felt bad and said, "The two of them came to save us just to give birth to a child for their seventh brother!"

Just as Houtu was thinking about how to say goodbye to the two of them and leave here, the scholar said lightly: "Sister-in-law Houtu, it's getting late, come with us back to Hulu Village!"

Houtu originally wanted to refuse the scholar and go back to Pangu Temple first, but unexpectedly, the woodcutter grabbed Houtu's arm and ran straight towards Gourd Village.

The scholar looked at such a simple and rude woodcutter, secretly gave him a thumbs up, and said: "As expected of the eldest brother, he is really cruel and doesn't say much!"

After saying that, Sheng followed closely in the direction where the woodcutter left.

Calabash Village.

The scholar and the woodcutter brought Houtu back and said to Mo Bai: "Xiaoqi, this time we have gathered all your wives together. If you still can't give birth to M*... "

Mo Bai begged for mercy with a sad look on his face: "Brother, third brother, you are not mistaken!"

"I am alone and I have to deal with four people. Isn't this going to cost lives?"

The scholar scolded angrily: "Xiao Qi, you are so young and don't know how lucky you are, so hurry up and take your four wives back to have children!"

"During this period, my eldest brother and I will stay in the village until all four of your daughters-in-law are pregnant..."

Mo Bai smashed his mouth, looked up to the sky and sighed, "No way!"

Not far away, Nuwa, Houtu, Xi He, and Chang Xi, who also heard the scholar's words, were also depressed.

The four of them, the woodcutter and the scholar, left the Great Primordial, and they were liberated.

Never thought that a scholar would come up with such a sentence.

The woodcutter looked at Mo Bai, who had not moved for a long time, and urged: "Xiaoqi, what else are you writing on?"

"Why don't you hurry back and make a baby!"

"Don't you see that your four lovely wives are waiting for you?".