Honghuang: The Witch Clan is destroyed, and I return from chaos

Among the six reincarnations, a voice rolled over.

This voice was a little bewildered and indifferent.

Jiufeng sighed in his heart.

Ever since Hou Tu got into the tunnel, his own emotions have been decreasing day by day.

Even if you have the holy power, you can't get out of the six realms.

The sadness in my heart is even worse.

However, she did not forget the purpose of coming here.

"Master Houtu, the prehistoric creatures bully the witches too much and hunt down the witches all day long. I beg you to issue a decree to protect the witches."

Jiufeng was very respectful and immersed himself in the six realms of reincarnation.

The surrounding mist lingered for a long time, although Hou Tu hesitated, but the voice still came: "Good...but, I am in reincarnation now, if there is a catastrophe, I can't show up to rescue. You still need to rely on yourself."

"Jiufeng knows. Just ask for a decree."

"it is good."

Houtu nodded in agreement, and Jiufeng immediately felt half relieved.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Master Houtu, before the fall of Lord Dijiang, he once said that there is still an ancestor witch in the Wu clan. I hope you can tell me some news about him and his whereabouts."

As soon as the voice came out, the entire six realms were filled with mist.

Silence pervades and lasts longer.

Finally, before the cloudy mist dissipated, the voice of Houtu fell from the sky.

"The witch clan has only twelve ancestor witches, how come there are thirteen ancestor witches? Besides, even if there are thirteen ancestor witches, how can they turn the tide under the supernatural powers of saints?" Hou Tu's voice was cold.

Hearing this, Jiufeng panicked.

"But Lord Houtu. Now you can't get out of the six realms, and you can't quench your thirst in the distance. Only by finding the thirteen ancestor witches can the crisis be truly resolved."

"Don't try to turn the tide, just want to be able to survive under the sun."

Jiufeng's voice was loud and clear, and he bowed again and again.

All this fell into Hou Tu's eyes, which only made her sigh.

She has been born for such a long time, and she has never seen any thirteen ancestor witches.

The possibility of the existence of this thirteenth ancestor witch... is very small!

Furthermore.

If the Thirteen Ancestral Witches really exist.

Why did Brother Dijiang never mention it?

But seeing the thirteen ancestral witches seemed to be the life-saving straw in Jiufeng's heart, and his heart softened.

At the same time, Houtu also has some slim hopes.

On that day, on this tunnel, witnessing the fall of the Wu Clan, Houtu also heard Dijiang's call.

That expression of respect did not seem to be fake.

"Could it be that there really are thirteen ancestor witches?"

The back soil is also somewhat uncontrollable.

"Then I'll help you figure it out." She finally nodded.

"It's just that if there are these thirteen ancestor witches, I'd like to ask him why he abandoned the witch clan."

While thinking, Hou Tu fingered the void.

hum!

Among the six paths, there are endless sounds.

Accompanied by the sound, the huge light wheel started to rotate quietly.

One after another, authentic aura surged in all directions, and bursts of Dao Yun danced in the air.

After a while, it slowly fell down again.

"what?"

After this calculation, the anger in Houtu's heart disappeared, but he was a little surprised.

She used the power of a saint and the power of the earth to calculate the thirteen ancestor witches.

But it was incredible to find a void.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

One: The object of calculation is supreme and cannot be spied upon.

Second: It is to find out that there is no such person.

"Is it inscrutable? Or..."

Hou Tu frowned.

She prefers to believe in the latter possibility.

Although Houtu's predecessor did not have a primordial spirit, he could use the power of the tunnel to calculate the heaven, earth and fate.

Under this kind of power, even a saint, she can be counted as one or two.

Looking at the prehistoric world, let's talk about chaos, what can't she figure out?

However, the calculation of the thirteen ancestral witches has been frustrated one after another.

silent for a long time...

"It seems that this is indeed the smoke bomb released by Brother Dijiang."

The anger in Hou Tu's heart dissipated, and he sighed helplessly.

Looking down at the expectant Jiufeng, she shook her head.

"Jiufeng. Get up."

"Lord Houtu, have you figured out the truth?"

Although he couldn't bear it, Houtu still wanted to break Jiufeng's fantasy.

"The witch clan, there are only twelve ancestor witches, there has never been one, No. 13 ancestor witches."

As soon as these words came out, Jiufeng froze on the spot like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.

All hopes, all dawns, all shattered.

The Thirteen Ancestral Witches are indeed just fiction.

It's just Master Dijiang's conspiracy.

Knowing all this, Jiufeng seemed to have lost all energy.

It's like darkness is coming, like midnight is in the sky.

There is darkness in front of me, and there is no light anymore.

Hou Tu couldn't bear it, and shook his head.

"Recently, the Buddhist and Taoist sects have sent creatures here to take control of the underworld. As a deal, I will let them stop the witch clan."

"As long as the Wu Clan no longer participates in the prehistoric battle, they can protect themselves. I don't know when my consciousness will be transformed into the six realms. Everything depends on yourselves... You, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, opened a crack in space, and sent Jiufeng into it, before turning his gaze away.

"I don't know how long I can stay awake."

"Authentic, authentic. The gain is also authentic, and the loss is also authentic."

Houtu felt very tired, she was being eroded by the tunnel all the time, and lost her own consciousness day by day.

Thinking back to the past, watching my brothers and sisters die in battle, I felt a little sad.

suddenly.

Houtu thought of another possibility that he had just calculated.

"If...if the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, if he really exists, even I can't figure it out...how wonderful it would be."

Soon, Houtu laughed at himself.

The odds are... slim.

……

With the help of holy power, Jiufeng returned directly to Mount Buzhou.

Another section of the mountain road and a large area of ​​old forest were shuttled, and the fluorescent spots of the Wu tribe came into view.

At the door, some great wizards of the Wu clan were waiting.

Seeing Houtu returning, he surrounded him.

"Jiufeng, what did Lord Houtu say?"

"Master Houtu's own consciousness is very chaotic... But she calculated that there are no thirteen ancestor witches in the witch clan." Jiufeng was a little tired.

Could it be that the Thirteenth Patriarch Witch really was Di Jiang's scheme before he died, to make Hong Huang Da Neng be cautious and not dare to kill the Witch Clan in the end?

Jiufeng felt that the future was full of darkness.

Looking at the witch clan, it is a bit shabby that they can't even pick up a quasi-sage.

"It seems that you can only stay out of the world."

However, at the time when Jiufeng was thinking wildly.

"Hey! You didn't get any news from that lord, but! I found it!"

But at this time, Xing Tian looked excitedly and brought out an ancient book.

On it, there are several large characters, which translate as "Essays of Emperor Jiang".

"This is Lord Dijiang's diary! It records what he saw and heard at the beginning of his birth! Among them, there is news about that adult."

"That lord, named Wei Xuan, is the malicious incarnation of Father God Pangu, known as the Ancestral Witch of Despair!"

When Jiufeng heard this, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

Boom! !

She froze in place.

I don't know how long I was in a daze, but an unbelievable joy appeared on my face.

"Really?"

"Why lie to you!"

Seeing the determination on Xing Tian's face, Jiufeng couldn't help but feel that the road was turning.

It turned out that the Thirteen Ancestral Witches really existed?

The ancestral witch in charge of despair... Wei Xuan? !

Chapter 4 Dijiang's head exploded

"However, Master Houtu is a saint. After some calculations, he said that there is no such person. There is no need for her to lie to me."

Jiufeng frowned, and Xing Tian was also puzzled.

"Perhaps, it's because Lord Houtu was influenced by the tunnel!"

Suddenly, he guessed the answer.

"...It's possible." Jiufeng thought about it seriously, and found that what Xing Tian said made sense.

You must know that the Houtu Dao body is trapped in the tunnel, and the consciousness dissipates in the tunnel.

Success is also authentic, and failure is also authentic.

If the calculation is not accurate, it is also possible.