Hong Huang: Me!Gourd vine, bearing thousands of gourds

As soon as the words fell, Liu Ming dug out a mass of pure good fortune.

"What? This... is this the Qi of Creation?"

Yuanshi Tianzun slammed his mouth in disbelief and exclaimed.

Taiqing Laozi and Tongtian Sect Master both looked at the Qi of Creation in Liu Ming's hands in shock.

Sanqing never thought that there would be such a treasure under the Fortune Green Lotus.

Liu Ming glanced at Sanqing, shook his bare hands, sacrificed the gourd of good fortune, and incorporated the air of good fortune into it. In an instant, the gourd of good fortune was shone with golden light, but it was advanced to the ranks of innate treasures.

Seeing this scene, Sanqing was dumbfounded and at a loss.

Chapter 59

Liu Ming looked at Sanqing thinking about the good fortune gourd, and said sarcastically: "You three, senior brother doesn't even know what to say about you!"

"It's a pity that you still claim to be the authentic Pangu, and you don't even have such a brain. It's really embarrassing for Pangu!"

"Don't you think about it carefully. Other green lotus seeds have developed into the twelfth grade, so why is the good luck green lotus at the 24th grade?"

"Isn't it obvious that there is something down there?"

Being ridiculed by Liu Ming like this, Sanqing's face was gloomy, his beard was shaking in anger, and he was so angry that he seemed to be about to fight if he didn't agree with each other.

However, they were well aware of Liu Ming's terror, no matter how angry they were, they did not dare to do anything.

What's more, Liu Ming is not under the pressure of Pangu from Bu Zhoushan, if they fight, won't they be the ones who will suffer?

This time, Sanqing could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly and endure it.

Moreover, what Liu Ming said was unreasonable, it was indeed because their vision was too small, that they missed such a precious treasure such as Qi of Creation.

At this moment, the nine-color divine light shot up into the sky, the radiance was overwhelming, the aura was a thousand, and the dragon and the phoenix danced, so gorgeous.

Don't think about it, another treasure is born!

Seeing this scene, Sanqing glanced at each other, turned around and ran towards the place where the nine-color divine light was.

All the gods and demons set off one after another, wanting to fight for it.

Liu Ming was also not to be outdone, his figure flashed and flew away in a stream of light.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Ming rushed in front of Sanqing.

Seeing the back of Liu Ming walking away, San Qingqi's old face couldn't help shaking a few times.

provocative!

Naked provocation!

Isn't this a slap in the face of Sanqing?

Afterwards, Sanqing's face turned red, and he galloped with all his might.

Not long after, Liu Ming came to the place where the nine-color divine light radiated.

Looking around, I saw a huge banana tree entrenched on the cliff not far away.

On the banana tree, there are nine huge leaves, and each leaf is accompanied by the violent power of earth, fire, wind and thunder.

"Huh? This... is this a nine-leaf banana tree?"

Liu Ming's eyes flashed brightly, and he exclaimed.

The little heart was beating wildly with excitement, and it took a long time to calm down.

At the same time, not far away, Sanqing, Zhunti, Jieyin, Nuwa, Fuxi and others also came here.

It's just that the nine-leaf banana tree is not mature yet.

Everyone was not in a hurry to fight, and they all waited.

at this time.

Twelve giant figures rushed towards them, but they were the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived, Zhu Rong roared in a fiery temper: "Buzhou Mountain was transformed from the backbone of the father god Pangu, who are you, dare to come here?"

"Go away, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Gonggong laughed and said, "Old Zhu, this is beautiful. Just this group of rubbish is worthy of the Buzhou Mountain transformed by the backbone of the Father God. Isn't this looking for death?"

As he said that, Gonggong dismissed all the demon gods in disdain, and said coldly: "You bunch of rubbish, why don't you hurry up, do you want grandpa to kill you?"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong stared at the gods and demons without any regard for them.

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Xuan Ming and the others also looked gloomy, looking at the gods and demons with disdain.

Regarding this, even if the gods and demons were dissatisfied, they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak out, for fear of being rubbed on the ground by the twelve ancestor witches.

After all, their cultivation was suppressed by Pangu's coercion on Mount Buzhou.

Compared to them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were not afraid of Pangu's coercion. If there was a big fight, they would not be the ones to suffer.

At this time, Liu Ming came out, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "In the Great Desolate Continent, you Twelve Ancestral Witches are known as the authentic Pangu, and Sanqing is also known as the authentic Pangu, so who is the real one?" Where is Pan Gu authentic?"

As a veteran fan of the prehistoric world, Liu Ming knows that the Sanqing and the Witch Clan are particularly concerned about reputation.

Especially the authentic name of Pan Gu, since they were born, they have been entangled endlessly.

However, so many years have passed, and there is still no separation.

Sanqing was transformed by Pangu Primordial God, and the Wu Clan was transformed by Pangu's essence and blood. Logically, they are all descendants of Pangu Great God.

But in the prehistoric world, there can only be one authentic Pangu.

Liu Ming's opening of mouths like this all aroused the hatred between San Qing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Zhu Rong looked at Sanqing with disdain, and snorted coldly: "Pangu Authentic is naturally our Wu Clan, just three of them, how can they be worthy of the title of Pangu Authentic!"

Gonggong laughed and said, "That's right, the three rubbish are also worthy of being called Pangu authentic, and they don't know how to live or die!"

The rest of the ancestral witches also cast a disdainful glance at Sanqing, the meaning of which is self-evident.

For a moment, Sanqing's face was gloomy, his old face shook a few times, and he yelled violently: "Fart, the poor three are the real Pangu authentic, you guys are just the blood of Pangu's father, how can you deserve it?" Shang Pangu's authentic name?"

"It's just a bunch of brainless fools!"

Sanqing's words immediately enraged the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Zhu Rong was furious, and shouted violently: "You three old bastards, are you courting death?"

"Old Zhu, let's go, let's kill these bastards who don't know what to do!"

Gonggong shouted loudly.

There was a big disagreement and a big fight.

Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Ju Mang, Xuan Ming and others also looked at Sanqing with unkind eyes.

Liu Ming showed a playful expression in his eyes, wrapped his hands around his heart, and looked at Sanqing as if he was watching a play.

"Damn it, these three old bastards really don't know what to do, brothers, fuck it!"

As soon as the words fell, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches were so angry that they waved their fists and threw them at Sanqing.

see this scene.

Sanqing didn't dare to be careless, Laozi Taiqing sacrificed the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, the mana all over his body was surging, he pinched the formula in his hand, and blasted towards the twelve ancestral witches with one palm.

Qingyun flashed behind Yuanshi Tianzun's head, and dozens of Houtian magic weapons smashed across the sky.

The same violent-tempered Master Tongtian took the purple electric hammer and threw it at Zhu Rong.

Boom~!

A loud noise came out, and Sanqing was thrown backwards by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Seeing Sanqing being besieged so miserable by the twelve ancestor witches, all the gods and demons couldn't help but gasp.

Fortunately, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not attack them, otherwise, it is unknown whether they will survive or not.

After all, the physical bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches are really strong.

"Small sample, that's all, if you dare to fight me, you can't beat me to death!"

Zhu Rong cast a disdainful glance at Master Tongtian, raised his big fist, and beat him violently.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Master Tongtian put away the Zidian Hammer, sacrificed the Qingping Sword, the sword qi shot straight into the sky, and shouted violently: "Zhu Rong, the poor Taoist will fight with you!"

"Humph!"

"Unbelievable!"

Zhu Rong snorted coldly, and manifested the real body of the ancestor witch, and in a flash, he walked towards the leader of the Tongtian sect.

It seems that he didn't pay attention to Master Tongtian at all.

"Brother Tongtian, be careful!"

Lao Tzu Taiqing shouted violently, kept pinching the formula in his hand, spoke plausibly, and chanted the incantation, in an instant, above the sky, the wind and cloud were changing, and the thunder cloud was billowing.

"Taiqing Divine Thunder, fall!"

In an instant, a divine thunder that looked like a giant dragon blasted towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches revealed their real bodies in unison, cast a disdainful glance at the divine thunder above the sky, and swung their fists at Taiqing Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun.

Boom boom~!

Loud noises came out one after another, and the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought several times, and finally ended in a situation where both sides suffered losses.

Di Jiang glanced around with cold eyes, and shouted unwillingly: "Withdraw!"

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches leave, Sanqing also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he looked at Liu Ming with unkind eyes.

If Liu Ming hadn't instigated the Twelve Ancestral Witches before, how could the three of them have been beaten by groups.

At this moment, Sanqing hated Liu Ming so much in his heart, but he was seriously injured, so he could only keep this bad breath in his heart.

Chapter 60 Nine Banana Leaves

Dong Wanggong came over, clasped his fists together, and said: "Pin Dao has met senior brother!"

Liu Ming chuckled lightly, and said, "I don't know what's going on with the Duke and Daoist of the East?"

Dong Wanggong smiled and said: "Eldest brother, it's like this, Pindao established the Purple Mansion above the East China Sea, and I'm here to invite Elder Brother to join the Purple Mansion!"

"As long as the senior brother is willing to join the Purple Mansion, Pindao is willing to give up the position of the deputy leader. At that time, the status of the senior senior brother will only be lower than that of the poor Taoist, and above ten thousand people!"

"I don't know what the big brother wants?"

Duke Dong thought that the offer was attractive enough, even if Liu Ming was the first disciple of the Taoist ancestor, there was no reason to refuse it.

What's more, Dong Wanggong is also the head of the male immortals canonized by the Taoist ancestor himself.

Even if it takes ten thousand steps back, Liu Ming should not refuse his kindness.

Dong Wanggong looked at Liu Ming with a smile, as if he was determined by Liu Ming.

Fog grass!

This idiot is not dreaming!

Liu Ming looked at Prince Dong, his old face turned black, and he said coldly: "What ability do you have, you are worthy of letting the poor be under you, and you don't even piss to take care of yourself, who gave you the courage!"

As he said that, Liu Ming shook his big hand, sacrificed the Pangu red gourd, and directly threw the Eastern Prince flying upside down.

Before the poor Eastern Prince could react, he bumped into a fairy mountain.

Pfft!

Dong Wanggong spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing this scene, Liu Ming's figure flickered, and followed him as fast as lightning.

Just as Duke Dong climbed up, he saw Liu Ming's big face appearing in front of him.

"Humph!"

"With this little ability, you want to ride on the top of the poor, and you don't even look at what you are!"