Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi wanted to strangle Tong Tian to death.

These twelve iron fools are capable of anything.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches respected Pangu alone, but Sanqing didn't think so.

Pangu authentic is just a title.

They don't want to suddenly have a father on top of their heads.

"Bushi Twelve Capitals, the gods and gods formed a large array, summoning the body of the father god."

Di Jiang and other ancestor witches didn't think about it at all.

If the Father God was born, the Great Desolation would be ruled by the Wu Clan.

God, Hongjun, shit isn't it.

Twelve ancestral witches, cast mana.

The next moment, twelve soaring evil spirits emerged from the sky.

In an instant, the Great Formation of the Gods and Gods in the Twelve Capitals had been deployed.

The terrifying evil spirit gradually condensed into a giant figure.

Unlike Pan Gu Yuanshen, this Pan Gu real body has a trace of flesh and blood.

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Guess who Pangu is!

Chapter 129 Pangu is resurrected, the congenital Wutai

"Blood, come out!"

Dijiang cut through his chest, and in an instant, countless blood essence of the ancestral witch poured into Pangu's real body.

Seeing this, the other ancestral witches also scratched their chests.

The Twelve Capitals formed a large array of gods and gods, and all they needed to summon Pan Gu's true body was the evil spirit.

But for the hope of resurrecting Pangu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches directly sacrificed a large amount of blood.

The ancestral witch was transformed by the essence and blood in Pangu's chest.

If it is fused, it will naturally have unpredictable effects.

Twelve million-foot giants released endless blood.

The aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately weakened.

Their bodies, crumbling,

Obviously it was caused by the loss of a large amount of blood.

Moreover, the formation of the gods and demons in the twelve capitals was obtained from the Pangu Palace not long ago, and they are not yet proficient.

Rumble!

The tens of thousands of feet of Pangu's real body condensed.

Majestic vitality, pure blood.

"It won't really be resurrected?"

Lao Tzu's eyelids twitched.

above the earth.

Two gigantic giants stood in the air.

One is Pan Gu Primordial God, and the other is Pan Gu True Body.

suddenly!

The endless Dao rhyme lingers, and the three thousand laws surround the whole body.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches knelt down on the ground, looking forward to it.

Father God, can resurrection really happen?

Pan Gu Yuanshen, Pan Gu's real body, seemed to be attracted by each other, slowly blending together.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the dark clouds covered the sun.

The laws are chaotic, and the earth is on fire.

Pangu Yuanshen gradually merged with Pangu's true body.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun and Tiandao were about to cry.

"Fellow Daoist Minghe, you have made us miserable!"

Hongjun had a sad expression on his face.

He already felt that a consciousness was rising in that Pan Gu's real body.

Tiandao is also serious.

Pangu's resurrection is unstoppable.

The way of heaven should not act rashly to kill Pangu.

After all, the Great Desolation was created by Pangu.

Minghe was still relaxed, drinking Wudao tea calmly.

"What does Pangu's resurrection have to do with this deity?"

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist An Lan, don't worry!"

Seeing Styx hanging up like nothing to do with him, Tiandao and Hongjun had no choice but to give up.

Throw the consciousness into the prehistoric land again.