Honghuang: My clone Buzhou Mountain

Just like the previous main vein, the main vein glowed with golden light.

Then, with a rumbling sound, it disappeared into the ground, and ordinary people could no longer observe it.

Feeling the will that was constantly gathering from that direction, Tianyuan took a step and went down to Buzhou Mountain.

Just as he landed on the main vein, Houtu's figure appeared in the distance.

"Brother Dao!" The other party stepped forward quickly.

Tianyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Thanks to the Wu clan, there is only one main vein left in the East."

Hearing this, Houtu's face also overflowed with a smile.

If all the tribesmen in Pangu Temple had not been captured, it would not have been possible to have such a fast speed. This was also thanks to the attack of the Demon Court on Buzhou Mountain.

"Brother Dao! The purification speed of the demon clan is too slow. I plan to lead some of the Wu clan to purify all the veins in the East as soon as possible." Houtu said the purpose of coming.

The Eastern Land is the place of destiny in the prehistoric world. If all the earth veins in the Eastern Land can be unblocked, there will be great changes for both Tianyuan and Buzhou Mountain.

"This trip is very good, but the number of the Wu clan is huge, so some of them can be sent to the north."

Tianyuan naturally had no objection, but he thought about the situation in the north.

Last time he went to the northern land, it was shrouded by a huge formation, with evil spirits rolling in it, and there was no trace of the earth veins.

To repair the earth veins in the northern land, removing those evil spirits is the first task.

Absorbing evil spirits is the specialty of the Wu clan.

Let some of the Wu clan start to purify from the other end of the main vein, and then send some of the Wu clan to the north.

Because Tianyuan has no idea about the work after removing the evil spirits, he naturally has to make plans first.

Houtu pondered for a while and agreed with Tianyuan's decision.

As the master of the earth, Houtu naturally understands the situation in the other directions.

Although the northern land was not as blazing as the southern land, and there were only some evil spirits, there was no trace of the earth veins.

The main task in the north must be how to make the earth veins manifest. And the prerequisite for this is to eliminate the evil spirits.

After discussing with Hou Tu for a while, Tian Yuan calmed down and began to mobilize the will of Bu Zhou Mountain.

He put two-thirds of the Wu clan into the main vein in the east, and Hou Tu still led the purification and dredging work.

There are still many demon clans in that main vein. In order to be on the safe side, it is naturally safest to hand it over to Hou Tu.

The remaining one-third, let Gong Gong lead to the northern land to absorb the evil spirits entrenched between heaven and earth.

After doing all this, Tian Yuan glanced at the southern land.

Unexpectedly, after experiencing the attack of the two demon kings, the ten little golden crows worked even harder.

When faith collapses, some people may become devastated, while others can rise above adversity.

Obviously, the ten little golden crows are such creatures, and Tian Yuan is very satisfied with this.

The preliminary work of the southern land fell on these golden crows.

Looking up at the reddish patch interweaving on the sky, Tian Yuan felt a little depressed.

The speed of the sun star's manifestation was somewhat slower than he expected.

If Jie Yin and Zhunti had not become saints, the two demon kings of the demon court might have been captured.

Tian Yuan, with a flash of his figure, slowly disappeared in the consciousness space of Buzhou Mountain.

Gong Gong led a group of ancestor witches and many witch tribes to the land north of Buzhou Mountain.

When they appeared just now, both the ancestor witches and ordinary witch tribes looked around in surprise.

What came into view this time was not the familiar ground vein.

The whole world was desolate, with endless scorched earth underfoot, and evil spirits rolling up between heaven and earth.

"It's a good place to practice!" Zhu Jiuyin looked around with surprise in his eyes.

He had been here for quite a while, but he was beaten by the stone man most of the time. Later, except for the main vein, he had not been to any other place.

Although there are various laws to refine the body, the evil spirit is still the most direct and effective way to practice in clearing and purifying the earth veins.

This land is also very suitable for their witches to practice.

The Gonggong and several ancestor witches next to him also nodded repeatedly, with a look of excitement on their faces.

"Hmph!" Zhu Rong, Qiang Liang and the other two who came with him snorted coldly, with no surprise in their expressions.

Perhaps because all the witches were captured, or because they saw the power of Nuwa, Zhu Rong and the three ancestor witches were not beaten, and now they came to the northern land with Gong Gong.

Gong Gong didn't care after glancing at Zhu Rong and the other two.

Now all the witches are here, and acceptance is their only choice.

The ancestor witches are all face-saving, and Gong Gong understands them very well, just give them some time to slow down.

Looking around at the many tribesmen in the field, Gonggong said in a rolling voice: "You are not as skilled as others, we can't do anything, but never forget that our witch tribe is the real Pangu authentic, you should absorb the evil spirit and practice well, and strengthen yourself so as not to be inferior to the father god's reputation."

Compared with the benefits of dredging and purifying the earth veins, simply absorbing the evil spirit in front of you is more intuitive and easier for the witch tribe to accept.

Clearing the debris in the earth veins is a practice, but it is also a kind of work, but what is in front of you is pure practice.

Xingtian and other great witches naturally responded loudly, each leading a lot of tribesmen to rush around.

Although Zhurong, Qiangliang, and Shebishi, the three ancestor witches, were dissatisfied with Gonggong's attitude, they also led a group of tribesmen to escape to the distance.

Seeing this, Gonggong and his men didn't care, he knew the tempers of his brothers very well.

There was no need for anyone to urge them, they must have practiced hard one by one.

Though it is impossible to defeat Tianyuan, it does not prevent the witch ancestors from fantasizing.

After all, a long time ago, and even now, he still had this idea deep in his heart. This is the pride flowing in the blood of the witch clan.

Glancing at the towering pillar of heaven behind him, Gonggong could not help but sigh softly.

Tianyuan is so powerful that he can even drive Mount Buzhou, and he needs a saint like Nuwa to follow him. It is tantamount to dreaming to defeat him. The most urgent task now is that the witch clan must also have a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

After dividing the position with Tianwu and others, Gonggong also led a part of the witch clan to leave.

Although the hope is slim, he still has to fight for it, and he also has to work hard to practice.

Under the leadership of several witch ancestors, the evil spirits that gather in the northern land are shrinking rapidly.

In the vast and desolate northern land, there is a vast expanse of water.

The water is green and bottomless. Sometimes inexplicable black shadows flash under the water, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

There is another space deep in the water, which is so vast that it has no boundaries. Huge stone pillars stand in the void.

The stone pillars are connected by iron chains, and there is no end in sight.

Suddenly, one of the stone pillars shook slightly, and gravel and rust fell.

There was a bang and a low roar. A huge figure was seen wandering around the stone pillar in the thick gravel, breaking many miscellaneous stones.

Through the dark vision, a long figure was vaguely seen, circling the stone pillar.

Roar!

The low roar echoed, and more roars came from the dark void.

On the stone pillars that stood in an orderly manner, long shadows could be vaguely seen, wandering one by one.

In the center, a fierce dragon roar exploded, and a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the dim world.

The eyes were like two scorching suns that suddenly appeared, blooming with strands of red light, dissipating in all directions.

With the scattered light, a huge monster can be seen clearly.

A huge red dragon wrapped around the stone pillar, emitting terrifying fluctuations, it was the ancestor of the dragon clan, Zhulong.

As Zhulong roared, there was a rattling sound of iron chains.

This legendary brother of the ancestor dragon was actually tied to the stone pillar.

It seemed that he had not moved for a long time. Zhulong raised his red dragon head high, causing the iron chain to rattle again.

At the same time, dense Taoist patterns emerged on the stone pillar full of potholes and gullies, especially the iron chain wrapped around Zhulong.

The iron chain was stretched straight and did not look thick, but there was no sign of breaking.

Seeing the iron chain on his body, Zhulong roared again.

Ang!

There was a deafening sound, accompanied by a rolling red light, radiating towards the entire dark void.

The stone pillars were clearly visible, and on each stone pillar there was a long figure, all of them were dragons, and all of them were also tied up with iron chains.

In the more distant void, there were also many stone pillars standing still.

Many had already collapsed, standing alone, revealing a sense of desolation.

Ang ang ang!

The roars of dragons exploded one after another, with anger, unwillingness, and endless anger.

Many patterns appeared on the iron chains that were shaking, and no dragon was able to break free.

After the collective shock, there was an extraordinary tranquility. Many dragons were entrenched on the stone pillars, and many of them showed weak expressions.

"Ancestor! The formation is loose!" An old voice sounded and echoed in the void.

Following that word, the many dragons entangled on the stone pillars all looked at the Zhulong in the middle.

Roar!

Before Zhulong opened his mouth, a roar came from the dark void below.

Amid the roar, thick black fog could be vaguely seen gushing out, rolling towards the stone pillars above.

Almost at the same time, array patterns appeared on many stone pillars, and a mysterious array appeared below.

Many awakened dragons immediately immersed themselves in it, and many of their bodies began to twitch slightly, as if they were enduring great pain.

The rest of the dragons were used to it, and there was not much change, but there was sadness in their eyes.

Zhulong gently raised his dragon head, and his eyes seemed to pierce through the void and see the stars in the sky.

They have been suppressed here for countless years, and no one knows what is happening outside.

"Yinglong!"

After a long time, a gentle voice sounded.

Suddenly, a young man in green jumped out from the many stone pillars and landed steadily in front of the Zhulong stone pillar.

The young man clasped his hands and greeted him respectfully: "Uncle!"

Zhulong slowly swam his body, looking down at the man in front of him, his eyes full of affection.

"The world is about to start a catastrophe, maybe it's a good opportunity for you to escape from the suffering."

Hearing this, Yinglong immediately said: "Uncle, many elders."

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhulong: "This is your people, and Honghuang is also your people!"

"That's right! We don't know when we will be trapped, and we can go as many as we can!"

"Although we dragons are wrapped in karma, we are not guilty of this!"

"Not guilty of this!"

The voices echoed, all revealing grief and indignation.

Yinglong stood there, looking gloomy, but he could do nothing.