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The Ancestral Witch Hall was transformed from the heart of Pan Gu, the most mysterious.

It is the treasure of the Wu clan.

It is precisely by relying on the Ancestral Witch Hall that the Witch Clan can grow gradually.

Among them, the blood pool in the temple is indispensable.

After the Great God Pan Gu opened up the world and transformed everything, his heart became a hall.

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches took shape, they got the main hall by following the induction in the dark, and named it the Ancestral Witch Hall.

The pool of blood in the temple was born innately.

As long as the corpses of other races are put in, after the blood pool absorbs their essence, witches can be automatically derived.

It is precisely because of the existence of this blood pool that new witches are born continuously.

later.

After the ancestral shaman of Houtu transformed into reincarnation, he left the essence and blood of the ancestral witch behind.

The eleven ancestral witches thought about using the essence and blood of the ancestral witches to create a new great witch.

After choosing a great witch, he threw it into the blood pool, and threw the blood of the ancestral witch into the blood pool, and hunted and killed countless powerful prehistoric peoples into it.

Nearly a thousand years have passed since the great witch entered the blood pool.

The essence in the blood pool is almost absorbed by it, success or failure depends on it!

After chatting for a few words, the eleven ancestral witches stopped talking and stared intently at the figure in the blood pool.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, there was a new change in the calm pool of blood.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The bloody water that was originally calm suddenly began to churn, as if the water in the pot had been boiled.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we must succeed!"

Seeing this scene, the eleven ancestral witches all prayed in their hearts that they must succeed.

If they don't succeed this time, they don't have the time and cost to try again.

After all, there is only one copy of Zuwu's blood essence, and the time limit set by Hongjun is not much away.

Once the time limit is up, regardless of success or failure, the Lich Showdown will definitely start.

Even if the Wu Clan could bear it, the Yao Clan couldn't bear it either.

"Cuckoo..."

As the blood tumbling, the originally blood-red blood was slowly fading, and the essence in the blood was absorbed by the figure in the blood pool.

A surging momentum quietly burst out, hovering around that figure, as if a chaotic god and demon descended into the world, mighty and extraordinary.

"Roar!"

After a while, Xing Tian opened his eyes with a trace of confusion.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

He just felt as if he had a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, Father God Pangu holds the Pangu ax in his arms, steps on the green lotus of creation, and emerges from the jade plate of good fortune on his head.

Born with the infinite power of the infinite realm.

Later, he felt that his strength could be further improved.

However, there is only one way to attain the Great Dao, and that is the creation of the world.

He raised the Pangu axe, intending to cut through the chaos and open up the world.

It was stopped by three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.

Thus, the Great War broke out.

Godfather Pan Gu is called a brave, cut from south to north, from east to west.

The sky was dark and the sky was dark, and the three thousand demon gods were beaten to death.

There is no one enemy.

The result of the battle was obvious, the three thousand demon gods were bleeding, and all of them rushed to the street.

Father God Pangu succeeded in opening the sky, and only then did the prehistoric world come into existence.

I trembled at the last moment, and failed to prove the Tao successfully.

When he died, he had great love in his heart and was willing to incarnate everything.

Yuanshen is divided into three parts and becomes Sanqing.

Twelve points of essence and blood turned into twelve ancestral witches.

Sanqing got the inheritance of the primordial spirit, and the ancestor witch got the inheritance of body training.

Xing Tian didn't know what the Yuanshen inheritance was.

However, Xing Tian knew very well about the inheritance of body training.

"Nine Turns Mysterious Art"!

Although the name is simple and unpretentious, without any bells and whistles, it is a holy method in body training.

One revolution and one heaven, if you complete nine revolutions, you can prove the Hunyuan physically.

This holy law has become the inherited holy law of the Wu clan.

Before, Xing Tian had cultivated this profound art to the peak of the seventh rank, comparable to the realm of Daluo Jinxian in Taoist Taoism.

Among the great witches of the Wu Clan, they are not the strongest, but they are not weak either, enough to rank among the top three.

The most important thing is that he was born in the Houtu tribe, and he is a great witch with earth attributes.

Then, he got lucky.

Selected by eleven ancestral witches and participated in a secret mission.

That is, to absorb the blood of the ancestral witch left behind by the later ancestor witch, and strive to become the No.13 ancestor witch.

Hearing this mission, Xing Tian was of course very happy and shocked.

Because the success rate of this task is not very high.

All fools know that the difference between the great witch and the ancestor witch is not the difference in strength, but the difference in the essence of life.

If this layer of barriers was so easy to break through, there would not have been only twelve ancestor witches in the Wu clan for hundreds of millions of years.

With the blood essence of Houtu Zuwu, the success rate has increased from 0.01% to 1%, which has increased hundreds of times.

Still very touching.

but.

Xing Tian readily agreed to participate in this mission.

Because, knowing the current situation of the Wu clan, he had no choice but to participate.

After entering the blood pool of the Zuwu Temple, Xing Tian began to practice the profound arts according to Zuwu's instructions, and entered a deep cultivation state.

Years of cultivation do not count, and countless years have passed.

"Oh, it turns out that my name is Xing Tian, ​​and I'm in the Ancestral Witch Hall now, and I want to become the No.13 Ancestral Witch!"

When he came back to his senses, he recalled the memories in his mind, and then he remembered everything.

Thinking of this, Xing Tian's mind twitched, and the power of infinite Qi and blood surged, as if a huge machine suddenly started.

"Cuckoo!"

This is the sound made when the power of qi and blood is running at high speed in the body.

Xing Tian looked inwardly at himself, and soon sensed the changes in himself.

First, he got stronger.

Successfully broke through to the level of the eighth rank of Xuan Gong, and at the same time his strength has greatly increased, but he has not broken through to the level of the ancestral witch.

It seemed that there was only one step short of the goal, but he couldn't get out no matter what.

The strength can be compared with Daluo Peak of Taoist Immortal Dao, but he just can't become the ancestor witch, or the quasi-sage in Taoism.

"Ugh!"

Xing Tian sighed, feeling very frustrated.

He felt very guilty for failing to complete the task assigned by Master Zu Wu.

"How? Did it work?"

Seeing Xing Tian opened his eyes, Gong Gong asked impatiently.

"It didn't work, I didn't sense the breath of the ancestor witch!"

Before Xing Tian could speak out, Zhu Rong said angrily.

The other ancestral witches also showed disappointment.

Needless to ask, the experiment failed.

As Zhu Rong said, if Xing Tian successfully breaks through the ancestral witch, they will be able to sense the ancestral witch's breath on him.

But obviously, they felt nothing.

"I'm sorry, Master Zuwu, I have tried my best!"

Xing Tian lowered his head guiltily, and his voice was very low.

"You bastard, you are the sinner of my witch clan!"

Before the other Zuwu could say anything, Zhu Rong had already raised his fist and punched it.

"Presumptuous! Zhu Rong, stop!"

Di Jiang's face darkened, and with a flash of his figure, he took Zhu Rong's fist.

"Zhu Rong, what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Gong Gong stood up and shouted loudly.

Didn't this idiot hurt Xing Tian's heart by doing this?

How could Xing Tian be blamed if the experiment failed?

"Why, I said he can't? You can't beat him?"

Zhu Rong stared and said angrily.

"The time limit set by Hongjun is approaching, but my Witch Clan's Twelve Capitals, the Heavenly God Demon Formation, has not yet been completed. Once we fight with the Monster Clan, I don't know how many Wu Clan sons will die!"

"I punched him twice, what's wrong?"

Zhu Rong became more and more angry as he spoke, and raised his fist again to hit Gonggong, cursing and grinning: "Damn it, I don't like you a long time ago, since he can't beat you, can I beat you at the head office?"

"Hey, just hit it, think I'm afraid of you?"

Gonggong was taken aback for a moment, but immediately became angry and raised his fist to fight back.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two hit it off immediately.

The others didn't make a sound, but just watched the show.

The two fought twice in three years, and they felt uncomfortable all over if they didn't fight once.

Let them fight and it will be fine later.

They've all been taken aback.

Moreover, the No.13 ancestral witch project did not succeed, and everyone felt somewhat depressed.

It's good to have fun!

Therefore, the other ancestral witches did not stop them, and stood aside with their hands behind their backs.

Only that Xing Tian was a little at a loss.