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

The coercion around him bloomed, and he was the first to rush towards the Black-eyed Demon Lord.

"Good time!" The Black-eyed Demon Lord laughed loudly, and greeted him with a palm.

war...

It's on the verge!

……

It's different from the turmoil in Hades.

Inside the Pingxin Hall, the atmosphere was peaceful.

Wei Xuan sat cross-legged in the small courtyard, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to supplement the consumption of using supernatural powers.

But this projection is extremely limited, and the aura it takes is very slow.

After sitting for several years, he still has less than [-]% of his mana recovered.

Fortunately, there are many strange things in the underworld, and many emotions permeate everywhere.

Wei Xuan took charge of the Law of Seven Emotions, which speeded up the recovery a little.

"However, in this Dharma body, the Dao marks have dissipated a lot. I'm afraid it will completely collapse if I do it a few more times."

Wei Xuan looked at the projection and frowned.

"We need to speed up the arrangement." Wei Xuan thought.

at this time.

"Lord Wei Xuan. Master Houtu has woken up!"

Jiufeng excitedly ran to Wei Xuan.

Looking up, behind Jiufeng, at the entrance of the main hall of the Pingxin Hall, there is a slim woman stopping.

Wei Xuan glanced carefully.

It was found that the aura of Houtu was very low, obviously it was the source of great creation.

"you are?"

At this time, Houtu looked at Wei Xuan suspiciously, wanting to know Wei Xuan's identity.

"Master Houtu, this one is the elder brother in the mouth of Master Dijiang! Master Wei Xuan!"

Jiufeng happily introduced Wei Xuan's identity.

Wei Xuan? !

big brother? !

Hou Tu suddenly startled.

Hastily stared carefully away.

This look.

You can see the difference.

I saw that Wei Xuan's aura was flat, like a mortal world.

But there is a profound force, condensed deep in the body.

Although she has fallen into the realm, she has regressed to the quasi-sage.

However, he has also been the leader of the tunnel.

Natural vision is not trivial.

Far from being impermanent in black and white, creatures like King Yama can compare.

Looking again, Houtu's perception is even stronger.

He could only feel that Wei Xuan in front of him was shrouded in a mysterious aura.

These breaths are intertwined and lingering, surging out an incomparably powerful Dao Yun.

"What a powerful Dao Yun!"

"you……"

Hou Tu was taken aback, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This rumored thirteen ancestor witches actually have such a strong sense of the Dao? !

This……

Hou Tu's eyes were in a trance.

He couldn't help but think of the old days, the roar of Dijiang before his fall.

I thought it was a smoke bomb he released.

It is an overt conspiracy to preserve the Wu Clan.

But don't want to.

What Dijiang said is true.

The Thirteen Ancestral Witches really existed, and they were extraordinary!

Possess such extraordinary Dao aggregates.

But then, Hou Tu suddenly had complex emotions in his heart.

Her eyes flickered, her eyebrows frowned slightly, hesitating.

After a while, he let out a sigh of resentment.

"Why... didn't you come back earlier?"

Saying this, Hou Tu seemed to be aroused with sorrow in his heart.

Misty water appeared in his eyes, which was hazy.

"Brother, they... are all dead."

"Why did you come back now..."

Houtu was unable to support himself, and his body swayed.

Finally squatting on the ground, weeping loudly.

Sad, desolate.

Crashing emotions rained down.

"But... I hate me even more, why do I have to turn into the six realms of reincarnation."

"If it wasn't for me..."

Houtu cried so pear blossoms brought rain, sobbing pitifully.

She remembered that when she was born, she was the weakest of the ancestral witches.

Brothers and sisters, they didn't want Houtu to encounter the cruelty of floods, so they gave them the most considerate protection.

Think of yourself again.

He could only sit in the underworld and watch the ancestor witches die in battle.

Self-blame, regret, endless regret.

"Uh...Master Houtu."

Jiufeng wanted to comfort her, but she also seemed to be thinking of something sad, so she stopped where she was and remained silent.

The entire small courtyard behind the Pingxin Hall was surrounded by a piercing sadness.

I don't know how long it took.

The crying gradually subsided, and the worries gradually disappeared.

Houtu's eyes were reddish, and he finally calmed down.

After a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Wei Xuan.

"Then, Brother Wei Xuan, what are you going to do when you come back now?"

She didn't wait for Wei Xuan to answer, and said coldly: "I want to summon the Wu Clan to fight for another lifetime. How about you?"

Wei Xuan finally looked at it.

"Fight again?"

He swept the weak Dao body of the back soil.

"You look like this, if you go out, you will die. You are too weak now."

"Then what do you want me to do!" Hou Tu held his head and drank.

Her whole body seemed to be caught in a deep emotion, unable to extricate herself.

"You tell me what to do?! The witch clan is withered, how to deal with the saints?!" Hou Tu's eyes were aggressive and his emotions lost control.

Sanqing, the Second Saint of the West, Nuwa, and Hongjun.

Which one is not the generation of the prehistoric peak?

How easy is it to turn the tables against the wind?

Houtu is not deeply involved in the world, and when he encounters a desperate situation, he has a feeling of breaking the can.

"You have been traveling in chaos for so long, what means do you have? Could it be that you have a way to deal with the saints of the heavens? Why don't you fight one more time. Even if you die, you won't make these saints feel better!"

She was murderous, and her anger shook the sky.

however……

"Di Jiang didn't teach you anything else, but taught you these tricks of breaking pots?"

As soon as these words came out, Hou Tu's voice paused, and he looked at Wei Xuan coldly.

But suddenly stunned.

I saw the young man in white with a flat expression, his hands behind his back, staring at the sky.

It turned out to be a hint of arrogance.

"With your xinxing, no matter how much you hold the holy power, you are still just a flower in the greenhouse, which cannot withstand the wind and the sun."

Looking back at Houtu, Wei Xuan said coldly: "If you want revenge, restrain your grief and learn from me how to kill saints!"

"Instead of relying on enthusiasm, moths to the flame!"

Houtu wanted to argue, but...

"Since you asked me how strong I am? Then let me show you my ability!"

Said, and pointing into a knife, draw towards the sky

A ray of light suddenly appeared, filling Houtu's eyes.

She looked shocked, not caring about sadness.

Only to see that accompanied by this finger——

The tunnel collapsed, and the world suddenly opened!

Chapter 71

Wei Xuan pointed to a knife together.

A ray of light splits through the barriers of the tunnel and points directly at the sky and the earth.

This terrifying knife light fell into the prehistoric world.

From west to east.

In mid-air, a long tail was dragged out.

Everyone who meets them is shocked again and again.

"This aura... is that guy Wei Xuan?"