martial law

With the strength of one person, he can forcefully suppress the audience, although most of them rely on their mouths, but if they can do this, it can be seen that his ability is actually far beyond the imagination of many people.

This kind of character tends to see farther and more clearly than many high-level people.

It is not wrong to ask him about the safekeeping.

"Actually, Fellow Daoist Houtu doesn't have to worry about the shift in luck, and the Lich Contest is not so easy to tell the winner."

Yang Lin shook his head and said: "Don't look at the power of the monster race now. In a real competition, your witch race still has a certain advantage. Pangu's flesh and blood, to be honest, is stronger than those monster race's heels. One deal."

Therefore, the Wu clan is actually a typical example of playing a good hand to a pulp.

How majestic and domineering Pangu opened the sky.

In Yang Lin's opinion, even the current Hongjun is far from being able to compare with his strength and realm.

After the sky was opened, Pangu died, and his soul was divided into three parts, turning into Sanqing.

The physical body collapsed and turned into mountains, rivers and mountains, and all living beings.

But his bloodline is the incarnation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

That is to say, Sanqing and the twelve ancestor witches, a total of fifteen, are actually the first batch of demon gods who created the world, and their backgrounds are amazing.

Chapter 712 On the Tao

From a certain point of view, the 15 of them are the protagonists of this world, the sons and daughters of God, and their invisible authority is astonishingly great.

Bizhi Wanwu transformed into form, and the monster race that grew up after the opening of the sky, they had the first-mover advantage. Logically speaking, in terms of strength, they would naturally have the upper hand.

This is also the reason why no one dares to provoke Sanqing.

The primitive Taoist kept saying that his brother was Pangu authentic, and there was no one to refute it.

Because what he said was actually true.

Even Patriarch Hongjun, the Chaos Demon God who picked the biggest fruit of Kaitian, was delighted by Lie Xin, and took Sanqing as his disciple, indirectly gaining the power of heaven and earth, thus plotting the way of heaven.

From Yang Lin's point of view, this method is to use the house to go up the ladder. It is actually the same as the way Yang Lin accepted Xu Xian as his apprentice in the White Snake World to get the help of his luck.

Of course, in the process of preaching, the Sanqings were not at a disadvantage. They were sanctified in the end and took the greatest advantage. Except for the Supreme Emperor on top of their heads, no one could hold them back. It was a win-win situation.

Compared with the Sanqing, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches did worse.

The most important thing is that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are affected by an unwilling turbidity in their blood. Generally, their muscles grow into their brains. There are not too many sober and smart people.

It's not that they don't want to practice the way of the primordial spirit, but the talent point is in the blood and the body, and the practice of the primordial spirit is twice the effort and half the result. Basically, they don't have any talent, and they can only take the path of tapping the potential of the bloodline.

No wonder they.

However, whether their brains are smart or clumsy, in general, they are too strong and their talents are too amazing.

Really fight to the death, they are actually very powerful.

You don't need to practice much on weekdays, and you can directly grow to the top level of a master in the world.

Naturally, don't think too much about becoming a saint. After being ruled by this world and having his authority stolen by Hong Jun, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches basically have no way to achieve the status of a saint in the prehistoric world.

However, based on combat power alone, even with bare hands, when the twelve ancestor witches grow to the limit, no one under the saints dare to say that they will be able to defeat them with certainty.

Such twelve big killers are unparalleled in physical body, supernaturally powerful in blood, and there are a large number of them. Logically speaking, the Yaozu really can't beat them.

In fact, in the competition between the two forces, if all foreign objects are excluded, the Wu Clan will definitely have the upper hand.

The monster clan is in a big situation at this time, and the reason is very simple. They have all heard the truth and learned a lot of knowledge suitable for their own growth. Moreover, they are also good at using magic weapons for external use, taking the road of gathering people to form formations, and infinitely raising the level of power of the monster clan group .

And the witches.

From the beginning to the end, he has been at the level of bare-handed and hand-to-hand combat, and it is only natural that he falls into a disadvantage.

However, with such a development, in Yang Lin's view, as long as the 12 members of the Wu Clan are united and there is no conflict, and when they all grow up, no matter how Di Jun and others manage the Yao Clan, it will be a headache.

Who wins and who loses is still unknown.

"Fellow Daoist, are you saying that my Wu Clan can win?"

When Houtu heard Yang Lin praise the Witch Clan's footsteps, his heart was wide open, and a smile appeared on his face.

She saw with her own eyes that Yang Lin, from an inconspicuous figure, has become the best in the world in just a few thousand years.

With the power of one person, the hundreds of millions of cultivators of the demon clan will not fall behind.

This kind of character's point of view really needs to be taken seriously.

Yang Lin pondered for a while, then turned to look at Changxi who was beside him, and saw that the spirit of the laurel tree was also looking at him with admiration and anticipation on his face, so he decided to say a few words from his heart.

In fact, he really didn't want to see the Witch Clan fall so miserably.

According to the original story, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are basically dead...

Even the Houtu in front of him is just using his body to integrate the six realms, transforming reincarnation, being born in the heaven and earth, and returning to the heaven and earth.Only the soul will live and die together with the reincarnation hell.

There is not much difference between living and dying.

Same as going to jail.

There was no longer any hope of moving forward.

Recalling the early days of the human race in the prehistoric world, when the human race and the witch race joined forces to form an alliance to fight against the demon race, Yang Lin decided to mention something.

"It's very difficult to win, unless you, the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan, can avoid civil strife and attack each other. Only you can defeat you."

This is ridiculous.

It actually means something.

Houtu bowed his head in deep thought, deeply moved.

"That's right, my witch clan, even the twelve leaders, can't be of the same mind, so how can we defeat the monster clan?"

She thought of the long days.

In order to improve my strength, I worked hard to learn the knowledge of qi refiners, and, regardless of obstacles, I went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon and exercise my soul power crazily. In the eyes of others, this is not betrayal.

"I don't want to either, but knowing that the spirit training method of the Qi Refiner is powerful, and can use magic weapons to enhance strength, but turn a blind eye to it, this approach is actually very unwise. '

"Facts have proved that after listening to the sermon twice, although I didn't understand the primordial spirit method, and I didn't understand much about the rules of heaven and earth, the improvement in strength was obviously much faster. Now I am in the middle of the twelve, not to mention Ranked first, and will not lose to any elder brother. '

Not only the strength of the Houtu itself, but also from behind, has gradually surpassed the rest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Over the course of thousands of years, the warriors of the Houtu tribe, the descendants of the Wu clan, and the younger generation of little witches and big witches have actually far more combat power. Above the other eleven tribes.

This also leads to a situation that is good to say but not good to hear.

That is, for thousands of years, the Houtu tribe has not fought as many battles with other tribes of the Wu tribe as it has fought with the monster tribe.

Fighting against fellow Wu warriors, the number of desperate Houtu tribesmen has been increasing year by year.

Houtu was really worried. If one day, the Houtu tribe was attacked by the monsters with all their strength, would the other eleven tribes just watch and not help?

What Yang Lin said was still full of meaning, but Houtu didn't ask any more questions.

She has already understood the deep meaning of what the other party said.

There are some things that I know will be the result, but I can't change it.

This is the helpless situation.

"Brother Mulan's gaze is as bright as a torch. As expected, every word is precious. Houtu will remember it. I will gain something in the future, thanks to the gift of fellow Taoist today..."

Hou Tu first imitated the Qi refiner and made a Dao Yi, thanked Yang Lin for his advice, then, a little bit embarrassed, he said: "To be honest, I have accumulated some doubts since I have heard the truth for thousands of years. , can't get an answer, can you ask fellow daoists to do their best to discuss and learn from each other."

'If you say this, I won't be sleepy. '

Yang Lin was overjoyed when he heard that.

It was rare to meet a good opponent. He was still thinking just now, whether he would come up with the idea of ​​a competition, and get some wool on Hou Tu's body.

When Zixiao Palace listened to the Tao, his martial arts value was exhausted, and he was poor and empty at this time, feeling uneasy.

Wouldn't everyone be happy if they could make up for it in Houtu, and then find a chance to make up for it with the other ancestral witches.

"Come, come, don't be polite, fellow Taoist Houtu, just make a move, use all the martial arts, supernatural powers and combat skills, and all poor daoists will follow."

"puff……"

Houtu couldn't help laughing: "Fellow Mulan is unexpectedly aggressive, more bloody than my Wu clan, and I'm not afraid of sister Changxi's jokes."

Changxi has now reached the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, and her self-confidence has also been greatly improved. Hearing this, she immediately gave up the field, flew three hundred miles, and said with a smile: "What's the matter? It makes people feel safe when people bully them.”

She was instigating, but she chuckled in her heart: "Dare to hit my Taoist companion face to face, but I don't know, which dry repairer would like the brave and ruthless Kunxiu? He fights every day, and his head is broken." Bleeding, can't you survive?"

Chapter 713 Supernatural powers and talents

"Let's do it, fellow Taoist Houtu."

In order to show fairness, Yang Lin didn't release 24 Dinghai Shenzhu, and he didn't take out the Seven Treasure Tree which he snatched from the innate treasure level.

He just stood with his hands down, as if he was completely unprepared, waiting for Houtu to attack.

Discussion, it's not a life-and-death confrontation, there's no need to take out all the cards and beat them head-to-head.

Not suitable.

He definitely didn't want to maintain his demeanor for the sake of being a woman.

"Friend Daoist, do you look down on me like this?"

When Hou Tu is not fighting, she is delicate and gentle like a little girl next door, very easy to get along with.

Once he decides to make a move, his face is straightened, orange light swirls around his body, and the earth's air roars for thousands of miles.

An extremely large and ferocious aura, like a mountain in the middle of nowhere, weighs down heavily.

Before he made a move, the earth was already shaking, and the sky was turned upside down.

On the Tao, Houtu has always been serious, not joking.

From the beginning of the creation of the world, the moment the blood was formed, Houtu began to fight for hundreds of millions of years.

Fighting is the profession of the Wu people.

As the top fighter among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Houtu never underestimated his professional level.

"It's better to take out the innate spirit treasure to protect the body, use weapons, and fight with bare hands. I'm afraid it will be difficult for fellow Taoists to display the best Taoism, and it will be very disadvantageous in fighting."

"Don't worry, if you really can't bear it, Pindao will use magic weapon."

Just kidding, Yang Lin's best skill now is actually martial arts. Combined with the eyes of the sky, his hand-to-hand combat skills are unparalleled in the sky and the world. .

As for the magic weapon, he was worried that if he used it, what would happen if he accidentally used too much force and killed Houtu?The opponent's temperament is actually quite suitable, so there is no need to play such a heavy hand.

Changxi, who was watching the battle from a distance, became active rarely, and said with a smile: "Sister Houtu, please work harder, the magnolia tree is very powerful. When he snatched the little girl to go to the East China Sea, it was so effortless that even Zhou of the Yaozu Heavenly Court Even the Heavenly Star Dou Formation can't stop him, don't worry about hurting him."

Houtu's two curved lancet eyebrows couldn't help but twitched heavily, and couldn't help but look at Changxi more, she always felt that the words of this laurel tree had other meanings, but unfortunately there was no evidence.

"Since Fellow Daoist entrusts you so much, be careful."

Hou Tu greeted Yang Lin, but he didn't know how to step and make gestures. His body flickered slightly, and he was already in front of Yang Lin, and Bai Shengsheng punched him out.

The illusion in front of him was like a sea, and the sky seemed to have collapsed.

The next moment, Yang Lin discovered that this was not the collapse of the sky, but the collapse of the ground. It seemed that the entire land had become his enemy. A strange force locked his body tightly, suppressing and pulling him from the level of cell particles, lock...

At the same time, although the fist didn't look very fast, it was surprisingly heavy, covering the ground, setting off ten thousand waves of earth, and crushing it rumblingly.

'It turned out to be an upright kingly way of fighting against each other, crushed by force. '

When Yang Lin saw it, he secretly admired it in his heart.

This kind of boxing is not very subtle, it is completely the combination and evolution of Houtu's own Pangu bloodline and the natural talent of the earth department.

From the looks of it, even though she didn't cultivate the primordial spirit, she didn't get nothing from listening to the Tao in Zixiao Palace.

For the excavation of his own talent potential, he has actually done a good job.

Not to mention the issue of realm, but in terms of the combat power of this punch alone, the level of Houtu's strength can reach the level of the late quasi-sage.

Even the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi may not be able to defeat her with the innate treasure.

It's no wonder that even though Zhou Tian Xingdou had achieved great success, the Yaozu didn't take the initiative to launch an all-out war, because they actually didn't have complete confidence.

In real shopping, most of them kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

The legendary heaven and thick soil really deserves its reputation.

"Excellent."