Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

"It's the perfect time to break through!" Tian Yuan was overjoyed as he looked at the surroundings.

Just now, he was still worried about how to deal with the rogue behavior of Di Jun and Tai Yi, and he didn't want Nu Wa to become a saint directly.

A long time ago, he fantasized about Nu Wa becoming a saint, and then he could capture all the ancestors and demon kings.

Now this day has finally come, and the world's catastrophe should be completely over.

All the powerful creatures in the prehistoric world should go to the consciousness space of Mount Buzhou and do their best to repair the prehistoric earth veins.

In the distance above the nine heavens, a large area of ​​golden merits was dripping, and a wisp was escaping towards Mount Buzhou.

Tian Yuan, who saw this, frowned slightly.

As for merits, Tian Yuan had always guessed that it was Hong Jun's plan.

Although Nu Wa created the human race, the protagonist of the world, it was certainly not as good as his contribution to the prehistoric world.

He benefited the entire world, not just a single protagonist of the world. But for such a long time, Tian Yuan didn't see any merits.

On the contrary, Nu Wa created humans, and Mount Buzhou was blessed, and some merits fell.

Everyone in the demon court in the sky was also staring at the golden merit that was shooting at them.

But the next second, the merit that was about to escape into the top of Buzhou Mountain suddenly stagnated in the air, and then rolled back up.

Merit was taken back by the Heavenly Dao?

Merit is a reward from heaven and earth. Since it has been given, how can it be easily taken back?

The Great Dao is ruthless and the Heavenly Dao is fair. How can this Heavenly Dao...

In an instant, Di Jun and Tai Yi thought of the Dao Ancestor in Zixiao Palace.

These merits must have been taken away by the Dao Ancestor.

This thought in their minds instantly made the two of them feel warm.

Although they also had no good feelings for the person in Zixiao Palace, it was obvious that the Dao Ancestor seemed to be angry about what Tianyuan did.

More importantly, the merit that fell from the sky on the coast of the East China Sea was also rolling back, which was what they were most excited about.

Hongjun merged with the Dao with his body, and Nuwa was one of the direct disciples of the Dao Ancestor, but now her merits were taken back.

Although Nuwa has become a saint, if the Taoist master in Zixiao Palace walks out, she will definitely not be her opponent.

Time, what they need most now is time.

The Wu clan has been destroyed, and now the Demon Court enjoys the luck of the whole world.

With that huge luck, they have a great chance to prove the Dao of Hunyuan and achieve Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

If they take that step, with the Zhoutian Xingdou Great Array, the innate treasure, and the luck that envelopes the Demon Court, they are still the strongest existence.

But now, they need someone to buy them time.

Not only Di Jun and Taiyi were stunned, but even Tianyuan in the air was puzzled.

He was still thinking about whether to accept these merits.

Merits can be used for breakthroughs, or they can be poured into spiritual treasures to enhance the power of magic weapons, but these are all heard. Tianyuan didn't know the specific situation, and now this merit that was originally dropped is actually going to escape.

He might not dare to take it if it was delivered to his door, but it would be much safer to rob it himself.

Almost at the same time, an inexplicable will surged from the top of Buzhou Mountain, and swept across the golden ray in an instant.

The merits were kneaded into a ball and disappeared from the top of Buzhou Mountain in a flash.

Seeing this, Di Jun and Tai Yi were not angry but happy, and looked towards the direction of chaos with expectation.

Tian Yuan was so provocative, if Dao Zu appeared, he would definitely suppress it.

Standing proudly in the space, Tian Yuan also looked at the direction of Zixiao Palace with expectation.

Such a big change has happened in the prehistoric world, even the merits that were given were taken back, Hongjun must know what happened.

Now the only existence that can stop him from ending the catastrophe is Dao Zu in Zixiao Palace.

During the second war between witches and demons, Hongjun appeared in the prehistoric world and made an agreement that demons would rule the sky and witches would rule the earth. Maybe the other party would really appear.

Tian Yuan was still very wary of this old silver guy.

But this person has always been behind the scenes and knows too little information.

If it weren't for the body of Buzhou Mountain, he would not have known that the prehistoric earth veins had long been broken, and Buzhou Mountain was even more eroded.

Looking at the gradually fading strange phenomena around him, Tianyuan did not move, and Dijun and Taiyi in the air did not move at all.

Nuwa became a saint, and her holy power swept the whole world. Even if they fled back to the demon court, it would not be a long-term strategy.

For a while, the whole sky became extremely quiet.

In the valley where the dust was rolling, Houtu came out in an instant.

Looking at the ruins of Pangu Temple, the whole person was stunned.

She had just returned to Buzhou Mountain and was shocked by Nuwa's sudden sainthood. She didn't know that there was something wrong with Pangu Temple.

After all, it was the most sacred place of the Wu clan. She immediately flew back, not wanting to see such a scene.

The towering stone pillars collapsed, and the Pangu Temple derived from the heart of the father god also disappeared.

Hou Tu rushed forward and shouted at Xuan Ming: "The Temple! Where is the Temple?"

If the Temple was not unshakable, she would not have to escape into the blood pool to take away the Wu Clan, and would have just moved the entire Temple away.

But she didn't expect that it would be gone in just a short while.

Xuan Ming looked at Hou Tu coldly, sitting in the ruins.

If Hou Tu hadn't rebelled first, how could the Wu Clan have come to this point.

They are the authentic Pangu, and who can defeat the twelve witch ancestors in the prehistoric world. The Wu Clan walked out of the Temple and swept the world like a broken bamboo.

Almost without any obstacles, they easily dominated the Eastern land with the most spiritual energy.

But just because of the stone man of Buzhou Mountain, there is nothing now.

Now Xuan Ming hates Hou Tu even more in his heart. If the twelve witch ancestors were all there, the Wu Clan's twelve heavenly gods and demons formation would be unstoppable.

It is impossible for a mere stone man to capture so many tribesmen.

Without the help of the witch clan to clear and purify the earth veins, Tianyuan would not have been able to break through so quickly.

It was because of Houtu's betrayal that such a terrifying stone man was created.

Houtu is absolutely to blame for the witch clan's ending. She no longer has any good feelings for this little sister she loved in the past.

Xuanming's cold eyes made Houtu feel a little pain in her heart.

Looking around, she did not find the figure of Dijiang, so Houtu calmed down and sensed carefully.

The remaining breath in the air made her stunned, and she had already guessed what happened.

Big brother actually did such a thing? Houtu found it hard to believe.

She sighed softly, looked at Xuanming, and said softly: "Second sister, follow me!"

Among the twelve witch ancestors, only they are sisters, and the relationship between the two is self-evident.

After Dijiang left, Xuanming was really the only one left in the prehistoric land.

"Just because I didn't follow my elder brother doesn't mean I will follow you." Xuanming turned his head and looked at the familiar figure in front of him indifferently.

Meeting the other person's expression, Houtu opened her mouth, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

She saw clearly that the world's calamity had always been to help the Wu clan. She had tried her best to persuade them earlier, but the brothers didn't listen at all.

They claimed to be the authentic Pangu, and they only wanted to dominate the prehistoric world and control the world opened up by the father god.

There was no other way, so she promised Tianyuan to capture the Wu clan everywhere, and finally they turned against each other.

Although she was a little sad about Xuanming's state, Houtu didn't regret it at all.

If she hadn't chosen Tianyuan, the Wu clan might have perished in the calamity, and it was she who saved most of the clan members.

With a sigh, Houtu slowly turned around and walked towards Buzhou Mountain.

She wanted to take Xuanming away, but she couldn't bear the other party's state.

Xuanming never paid attention, his eyes lost focus, and he walked blankly in the ruins.

In the quiet valley, Xuanming's sight moved slightly, staring at something not far away.

A witch character on the gravel in front of him slowly moved, and then more and more witch characters moved.

They gathered together, intertwined, and turned into a large ball of black fog, in which a black lotus platform could be vaguely seen.

Xuanming, who was originally distracted, shrank his eyes and immediately walked forward quickly.

He took a step forward and stepped on the lotus platform, and Xuanming's figure disappeared in an instant. And the black fog also scattered and faded one by one, as if it had never appeared.

In the silent sky, a colorful road escaped from the East China Sea.

A figure walked slowly on it, surrounded by ceilings and golden lotuses, accompanied by endless beads and necklaces.

A rich auspicious atmosphere enveloped the whole world.

The figure was clearly far away in the sky, but it was close in the blink of an eye!

Nuwa is here!