Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

Pangu annihilated chaos and created the prehistoric world.

The creatures born here, from the innate divine to ordinary creatures, have all received Pangu's blessings.

However, the Wu clan is the most devout in worshiping Pangu, who is called Father God.

Qingxuan looked at the huge statue. The most rare thing about the statue was that it seemed to have a trace of Pangu Taoism.

For the innate sacred, understanding its Taoist charm will definitely benefit a lot.

The Witch Clan is unable to capture the charm of this Tao, it is a bit elusive to them.

The ancestral witches didn't care about Qingxuan's reaction, or they were proud of it.

Of course, if someone does something disrespectful, they will definitely react.

Qingxuan and the others' target is the Pangu Palace of the Wu Clan, but if they make such a request right away, they will probably not be welcomed, so they should wait until they get to know each other better.

Although the spiritual energy in this witch clan is somewhat affected due to the heavy turbidity, it will not hinder their cultivation for Qingxuan and the others.

In addition, Qinglian seems to be somewhat interested in Zu Wu's unique physique. In fact, Qingxuan himself is also somewhat interested.

Their innate sacred and innate Tao bodies are as pure as glass, and they pay attention to a transparency that is consistent with the Tao. Tenacity is not the pursuit direction of their Tao bodies.

This is not the case with the ancestral witches. Their ancestral witch bodies are like a small, closed and independent world, and they are naturally capable of resisting external attacks.

Ordinary innate holiness cannot break their defenses or break the perfect cycle of their small world.

However, there is also a balance between gains and losses, and the pros and cons in everything always depend on each other.

The advantages of being a ancestral witch are obvious, but the disadvantages are also the same. They cannot communicate with the world and breathe the aura of heaven and earth to nourish their bodies like the innate gods.

Swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, eating wind and drinking dew have nothing to do with them. Direct eating is the main way for them to obtain energy, even the twelve ancestral witches are like this.

The rising bonfire illuminated the night, but there was little peace among the witch clan, and noise was the norm.

Qingxuan came to a corner next to the bonfire and sat down next to Qinglian, holding a large leaf in his hand with cut animal meat placed on it.

"how?"

Qingxuan asked as he watched Qinglian put a small piece of animal meat into his mouth.

"The spiritual energy escapes and the essence is seriously lost."

"..."

Qingxuan was a little helpless, taste was the key, taste.

Qinglian glanced at Qingxuan, then put a small piece of barbecue into her mouth: "The taste is okay."

With that said, Qinglian turned her eyes to the group of ancestral witches and several great witches gathered around the bonfire.

Compared to Qinglian, these ancestral witches are much more generous.

Sure enough, these ancestral witches can only eat, but they are not really good at eating.

Qingxuan is much better at this than them, and he can still make simple seasonings from spiritual fruits and herbs.

In addition, the ancestral witches were very satisfied with the gift given by Qingxuan, the wine brewed from the innate spiritual roots.

Just like that, those ancestral witches seemed to be quite enthusiastic about him.

"Do you like the excitement?" Qinglian suddenly asked, "Your mood is not very calm now."

Qingxuan was pouring wine into Qinglian from a jade cup and handed the cup to Qinglian.

"It's okay. It's good to be lively once in a while. The mood of a living being should not be eternally peaceful like stagnant water. Innate sanctity is also a living being."

He poured himself a glass of wine and shook it gently: "Flowing water does not rot, so you should be relaxed and moderate in your Taoist practice. The Taoist heart should be alive, and you can feel more fun when you are free and at ease. "

In this witch tribe, Qingxuan felt a kind of fireworks for the first time in a long time.

Qinglian didn't speak, just silently raised the cup in her hand.

Qingxuan didn't say anything anymore. Of course he could control his own emotions freely, but he felt it was unnecessary. It was rare for his mind to be touched. This feeling was already very rare.

He had been as calm as water for too long, and many things were quietly changing in his eyes. It was not that he became indifferent, but because he stood taller and saw many things, he became indifferent.

Thinking back to the beginning, Qingxuan would be happy for a long time after getting a high-grade innate spiritual treasure, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

But now, even picking up a top-quality innate spiritual treasure feels a bit ordinary.

Although Qingxuan knew that if he said this, he would definitely be cursed by a group of innate saints.

He leaned to the side and refilled Qinglian's cup.

At this time, a collision sound like an earthquake was heard not far away, shaking the earth.

Qingxuan looked around and saw several ancestral wizards engaged in daily fighting and competition, which was very lively.

These guys really have too much energy. Unlike the innate divine peace, they can't rest at all.

At this moment, the being known as the "gentleest" ancestral witch was beating Gonggong violently.

After getting acquainted with the ancestral witches, Qingxuan realized that it was hard to say whether Houtu was the gentlest ancestral witch, but she was probably the most violent one.

Although she looks a bit delicate on the outside, she is actually one of the most powerful ancestral witches. She is born with the power to control the earth. When she hits people, her fists carry the weight of the earth. Among the ancestral witches, No one can compete with her strength.

In other words, Hou Tu is actually the strongest among the ancestral witches, his physical body is the toughest, and his Tao body's power is the most terrifying, and has nothing to do with being delicate.

Gonggong was restrained to death by her. The so-called water will come and the earth will cover it up, but that's it.

I really don’t know what it would be like if the person who hit Buzhou Mountain was not Gonggong but Houtu.

"This wine is still a bit bad."

Ignoring the fuss of the ancestral wizard over there, Qingxuan glanced at Qinglian beside him, his face was not strange at all, and he was slightly disappointed.

It was obvious that the ancestral wizard Zhu Rong was blushing and had a thick neck, even though he was already a red-faced person.

Qinglian turned her head and looked at the person who was leaning behind her with her eyes closed. She frowned and bumped her with her elbow, showing no reaction.

Then he ignored it and picked up the wine bottle to drink for himself. It smelled very fragrant, but the taste was just average.

Shaking her head, she sealed the jug and put away the two jade cups. Qinglian closed her eyes and continued to comprehend the great path.

The sound of gentle breathing came to my ears, which was a bit noisier than the ancestral witches not far away.

At the same time, on Buzhou Mountain not far from the Wu tribe, two figures in golden robes were climbing up quietly.

It was none other than the two Jinwu brothers, Dijun and Taiyi.

The two of them were here, but the innate saints who followed them were not traveling with them.

At this time, Taiyi dispersed the true sun fire that protected him, and above the heroic face that was revealed, his black and blue eyes were particularly eye-catching.

Di Jun felt helpless every time he saw his brother's appearance.

He had repeatedly told him not to fight with those two people, but he just didn't listen.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious, but the two black spots on his eyes never went away, which really hurt his appearance.

But Taiyi didn't take it too seriously. At worst, he could just cover it up on weekdays. Who dared to use this as an excuse in front of him?

Soon, the two of them arrived at the halfway point of Buzhou Mountain, but they did not stop there.

Taiyi raised the Chaos Bell, which actually caused a narrow passage, or gap, to appear in the restriction that prevented all living beings from crossing.

Without hesitation, Taiyi covered the two of them with the Chaos Bell and then entered it.

The first time they came to the ancient land from the starry sky, they were brought into a special space by the Chaos Clock on their way into the ancient world.

However, the pressure there was too strong, even in the most fringe areas, it was simply not something they could bear at that time.

The two had no choice but to leave the place. When they came out, they found that they were on Buzhou Mountain. They had gone through a lot of hardships in order to get down the mountain. Daluo's body was almost crushed by the pressure of Buzhou Mountain.

"It should be almost done now. This is our brother's opportunity. We must not let others get it."

Now that the pressure of Buzhou Mountain has almost dissipated, they want to go back and see if the same is true for that strange land.