Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

Ping Xin nodded to Zhu Rong.

He smiled a little forcedly.

"I met brother Zhu Rong."

Zhu Rong has a rough temper, so naturally he can't hear any problems.

But Di Jiang could hear something was wrong.

"Houtu, what exactly happened?"

"We know that you are reincarnated, and what happened to the Underworld?"

"What's going on with Fellow Daoist Candle Dragon and Fellow Daoist Ghost Wood going to the underworld?"

"Afterwards, Donghuang Taiyi was hacked by the Heavenly Tribulation, so what happened?"

Ping Xin forced a smile and waved her hands.

a big table.

Twelve positions appeared one by one.

"Brothers and sisters, sit down and listen to me."

At this time, even Zhu Rong, who was the most careless, could see that something was wrong.

All of a sudden, his eyes widened.

"Sister, have you been bullied? Tell me, and I will vent your anger on you."

Gonggong rolled his eyes aside.

"Are you stupid? Houtu has already proved the Tao, even if you are really bullied by someone, what can you do?"

Zhu Rong slapped the table, and his whole body was full of anger.

"So what? As a brother, if you can't support your sister, what kind of brother should you be?"

I heard Zhu Rong say that.

Ping Xin was even more sad.

After becoming a saint and possessing the primordial spirit.

Only then can she know that the Wu clan has embarked on a very dangerous road.

And she.

Can't help the Wu Clan at all.

Because she knows that unless she transcends the Tao and becomes the realm of heaven.

Otherwise, the more she does, the faster the Wu Clan will die.

Do nothing now.

The Wu family may be hit hard, but at least they can leave roots.

But rationality is like this.

Thinking of the fate of my eleven brothers and sisters.

I heard Zhu Rong's words again.

Pingxin finally couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

The saint wept.

Earth turmoil.

The veins of the entire prehistoric land fluctuated violently.

The roar of the earth resounded through the nine heavens.

Caused a vision of the sky.

But Zhoushan is even more magnificent, from the top of the mountain, there are continuous brilliance.

Majestic, solemn.

But with a touch of sadness.

The eleven ancestral witches were completely dumbfounded.

Although Houtu is the youngest among them, but because of the virtue of inheriting thick soil.

On the contrary, it was the one with the least mood swings among them.

Now I'm crying.

At that time, Zhu Rong wanted to give himself tens of thousands of mouths.

"Sister, don't cry, brother, did I say something wrong? Brother, I apologize to you."

Gonggong also nodded vigorously.

"That's right, sister, Lao Zhu is a no-brainer."

"Look at this, I'll beat this guy up for you, can you stop crying?"

Zhu Rong rarely reached an agreement with Gong Gong.

He took the initiative to stuff his neck into Gong Gong's hands.

"That's right, Lao Shui, hit me hard."

Ping Xin was taken aback by her two funny elder brothers.

He covered his mouth and laughed all of a sudden.

But this made Di Jiang on the side frown even tighter.

He finally understood something.

Can make myself, a girl who inherits the virtue of the thick soil and has become a saint, lose control of her emotions.

Then it can only be the fate of the whole family, and the ending of his eleventh.

"Houtu, no, Lord of the Nether, what should I call you now?"

Under the shocked gazes of the rest of the ancestor witches.

Ping Xin finally put away all her emotions, looked at Di Jiang, and spoke softly.

"The post-soil turns into reincarnation, and there is no post-soil in the wilderness."

"My name, Peace of mind!" .

Chapter 214 Dijun's first step in transforming into a tyrant Zhu Rong suddenly jumped up.

"Sister Houtu, what's going on?"

"Why are you not you?"

No need to explain.

Di Jiang waved his hand.

The ten space rings locked Zhu Rong and held him firmly in place.

Seeing this, the other ancestral witches all held back what they wanted to ask.

Di Jiang bowed slightly to Ping Xin.

"Di Jiang has met the Peaceful Saint."

Nodding calmly.

"I can only say that for the matter of the Netherworld, it was Senior Long Ming's help."

"As for the cause and effect, there is no comment."

The Wu clan has no primordial spirit, no understanding of heaven, and no understanding of heaven's secrets.

Regardless of whether it is peace of mind and sanctification, the netherworld establishes the underworld.

Even after the catastrophe slashed the saint.

There are too many Taoist rhymes and secrets in it.

Speak out in a calm manner.

Not only did the ancestral witches not understand, but they added countless causes and effects for no reason.

Di Jiang took a deep look at Ping Xin.

From the eyes of my little sister, what I saw was sadness and helplessness.

After a moment of silence, he smiled slightly.

"Suffice it to say."

"Then will you come back later?"

He shook his head calmly.

"The sage can't go back to the witch clan again."

unless.

One day I will no longer be a saint.

Or brothers and sisters, you are no longer witches.

Di Jiang's face was a little up and down.

But in the end it was calm.

"So, what is there to say in the end."

Ping Xin looked at Di Jiang, wanting to make the hint clearer.

But the more you understand, the more cause and effect.

In the end, she could only choose to trust Di Jiang.

Brother, you have always been wise. If it weren't for our clan without a soul, how could your achievements be half a point lower than Di Jun's?

Ping Xin shook his head lightly.

The fresh body slowly disintegrated.

When her last breath was gone.

Pingxin has nothing to do with the Wu Clan.

After the earth has passed away, the ancestor of the earth, the shaman, is absent.

At this time, Zhu Rong finally got rid of Dijiang's space constraints, and his whole body was blazing with flames.

"Brother, what's going on here?"

"I don't believe that girls from Houtu would be so unfeeling that they would no longer recognize us after proving the truth."

"She was crying just now, someone must have threatened her."

"You must know, tell me, I'll tear them apart."

Di Jiang didn't say a word, just thinking.

Zhu Rong was furious, and the fire scales on his body also turned black.

The strong evil spirit turned into a fierce look.

He stomped heavily.

The earth then cracked for thousands of miles.

The ground fire spurted out violently.

But he was instantly absorbed by Zhu Rong.

"I understand. It must be the demon clan, and it must be those two miscellaneous birds."

"I'm just going to tear them apart."