Honghuang: Something is wrong with the Wu clan this time

Chapter 28: Hongjun’s third lecture, but his second failure

After Taiyi heard Nuwa's explanation, his face immediately returned to its previous arrogant and unruly expression, and he even laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, it turns out that's the case. Since there are disadvantages, there is no need for us to be afraid of those witch clans."

"Lord Donghuang, let's not be so optimistic!" Seeing Taiyi like this, Bai Ze said quickly. He was really afraid that Taiyi would become too distracted and give the Wu Clan a counterattack. Then it would still be the Monster Clan that would suffer. .

"Taiyi, although we know the drawbacks of the Wu Clan summoning Pangu's shadow, do you know how long they can last? Or do you have the strength to defeat Pangu?" Kunpeng looked at the arrogant Taiyi and asked.

When Taiyi heard Kunpeng's words, he instantly lost his temper.

yes! No matter knowing the disadvantages, they still don't have the strength to defeat the ancestral witch. According to the current situation, the Pangu phantom summoned by the ancestral witch can last for at least three to five breaths, or even longer, because when they escaped, they used That's about three to five breaths.

If they choose to fight head-on, let alone three to five breaths, they can resist Pangu's attack for two breaths, and they can walk sideways in the wilderness.

"Demon Emperor, I would like to ask if your Hunyuan Heluo Formation can be upgraded?" Fuxi asked Di Jun after thinking about it.

"I don't know. I haven't studied Hetu Luoshu carefully." Di Jun shook his head.

"Demon Emperor, since the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was able to trap the Twelve Ancestral Witches just now, let's change to a more powerful formation, can we trap the Pangu Phantom? We don't ask for more, just ten breaths will be enough , I estimate that ten breaths should be the limit of the ancestral witches." Fuxi looked at everyone and analyzed his views.

If Pan Huang had not traveled through time, the success rate of Fuxi's theory would have been over 95%. But it is different now. Pan Huang has traveled through time. As early as after the first lecture, Pan Huang brought The ancestral witches climbed Buzhou Mountain once and condensed their bloodline.

This time it was too hasty. After all, it was the first time to summon Pangu's true form, so there would be some unfamiliarity. After they got familiar with it, and with Pan Huang's help, I dare not say more, but half a stick of incense would still be enough. Guaranteed.

"Lord Zu Wu, a Taoist came from outside. He said he came from the Sea of ​​Blood and wanted to see Mr. Zu Wu." Kuafu walked into the main hall of the Qi Wu tribe and said to Pan Huang.

Now Pan Huang's injuries have been healed by the divine forging laws, but the ancestral witches are still cultivating in Pangu Palace, so Pan Huang has temporarily taken over all the affairs of the witch clan.

"Let him come in." Pan Huang nodded.

After a while, a man in black robe walked in. When he saw Pan Huang, he threw out a blood bead. Pan Huang was stunned for a moment when he saw it. He didn't expect that the Styx River actually sent a blood bead. seawater.

"Go back and tell him not to spend any more money in the future. His place will be of great importance in the future." Pan Huang originally wanted to return the blood bead, but after thinking about the ancestral wizards in Pangu Palace, he put it away and finally said Such a sentence.

"Okay!" The man in black robe nodded, and then turned into a pool of blood and floated into the blood beads in Pan Huang's hand.

"Ruyi!" After the black-robed man disappeared, Pan Huang whispered to Ruyi beside him.

Ruyi nodded and tapped a few times in the void. Ripples appeared in the void and disappeared after a few breaths.

The relationship between the Wu Clan and the Blood Sea cannot be exposed yet, so Pan Huang is so careful.

"Siteng, Ruyi, please take care of the affairs of the Wu clan recently, and I will go back to Pangu Palace." Looking at the blood beads in his hand, Pan Huang said to Si Teng and Ruyi.

Zhong Ling and Leng Yue are only suitable for fighting. When it comes to management, they are really not good at it. Only Si Teng and Ruyi are okay.

As soon as they arrived at Pangu Palace, the whole world was suddenly shaken, and then Hongjun's voice appeared in the whole world.

"The thousand years have come. Those who are destined can come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon!"

After Sanqing heard Hongjun's words, he flew away from Kunlun Mountain without saying a word, for fear of being a little slow. The reason why they were so active was because after the second lecture, Daozu said that the content of the third lecture was about success. St. Contents.

After hearing Hongjun's words, other guests in the Zixiao Palace also hurried to Chaos. The content of this sermon was about sanctification. If you arrive late and don't hear it, it will be the biggest regret in your life.

"Have you spoken three times? It seems that these three thousand years can be used properly." Pan Huang looked in the direction of Yaoting and Kunlun Mountain and said in his heart.

In the blood pool of Pangu Palace, the twelve ancestral witches were healing their wounds. Judging from the auras on their bodies, the injuries should have been healed.

Pan Huang sat next to the blood pool, took out the blood beads and began to refine them. As time went by, Pangu's pressure in the blood beads became heavier and heavier, but this did not affect Pan Huang.

Because he found that the Pangu pressure in the blood bead was actually absorbed by the statue of the great god Pangu above the blood pool, which Pan Huang did not expect.

Time flew by, and five hundred years passed. This time, without the obstruction of Pangu's coercion, Pan Huang used all his strength to refine the blood beads in his hand, and finally thirteen soybean-sized blood beads appeared in his hand. The blood beads exuded very powerful Pangu pressure, but it did not affect anyone in Pangu Palace.

"It's done!" Looking at the blood beads in his hand, Pan Huang smiled.

The next second, with a flick of his finger, twelve blood beads flew into the body of the twelve ancestral witches, and the last one was eaten by Pan Huang himself.

The moment the blood dropped to his stomach, the blood in Pan Huang's body boiled instantly, followed by pain that penetrated into his soul. A large number of cracks appeared on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking like a body that could be broken at any time. Like a cracked porcelain doll.

Pan Huang endured the pain, climbed to the edge of the blood pool little by little, and fell into the blood pool.

After entering the blood pool, the pain was slightly reduced, but it was just reduced. The pain was still unacceptable to ordinary people.

The twelve ancestral witches were also rolling in the blood pool like Pan Huang at this time, wailing in pain. They even showed their true bodies. Fortunately, this place was a forbidden area for the entire witch clan. No one could except the ancestral witches. Entering, this was not discovered by the Wu Clan from the outside.

I don’t know how much time passed, but a burst of soft white light suddenly appeared on the Pangu statue above the blood pool and enveloped the entire blood pool. Pan Huang and others gradually became quiet after receiving this white light.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches even turned into blood cocoons again, but Pan Huang did not, because his situation was different from that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches at this time.

At this time, a black substance was constantly pouring out of Pan Huang's body. Looking closer, it turned out to be countless small black particles, a bit like iron, but also a bit like stone, but Pan Huang didn't know it at this time. , he has already entered concentration in the blood pool.

<divclass="contentadv">In ancient times, time was the least valuable thing, and there was no time record in Pangu Palace. When Pan Huang woke up again, he didn't know how long had passed.

Before he could investigate, a dark fragment suddenly fell into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, and then picked up the fragment. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. Pan Huang was shocked when he saw it. It turned out to be the Pangu Ax. of fragments.

Pangu's bloodline actually forced out the fragments that were integrated into his bloodline. Looking at the fragments in his hand, an idea suddenly appeared in Panhuang's mind, that is, to refine the Pangu axe.

At first, Pan Huang wanted to transform the Pangu Ax into his own body, and then bless it on Pangu Zhen, and he would become the true originator of the weapon spirit.

But now it seems that he has not become the originator of weapon spirits, but has become a real ancestral witch, because he feels that he also has a real body.

Without thinking, Pan Huang walked out of the blood pool immediately, and then a large amount of gray energy appeared on his body. After the energy dissipated, a man five meters tall, with muscles all over his body, wearing an unknown animal skin, and his hair hanging loosely appeared. , a strong man with an ancient and desolate aura appeared in Pangu Hall.

"This is this?" After seeing his own body, Pan Huang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth because his body was exactly the same as Pangu. What was going on?

"Father God!" When Pan Huang was wondering, a slightly surprised voice came from behind Pan Huang.

Pan Huang turned around and saw Hou Tu covering her mouth in surprise. When Pan Huang turned around, she subconsciously knelt down. How could Pan Huang let Hou Tu kneel down? She quickly dispersed her body and returned to her human form.

"Thirteenth brother! Was that your body just now?" Hou Tu looked at Pan Huang who had returned to his human form and stammered.

"Yes!" Pan Huang nodded.

"But that is"

"I don't know what's going on, but this is indeed my true form." Pan Huang shrugged.

"Seventh sister, stop talking about me, how are you doing now?" Pan Huang quickly changed the subject.

"It's very good. I have to thank Thirteenth Brother for this." Hou Tu said with a smile.

"With a little effort, Seventh Sister, you should consolidate your cultivation first, and I'll go and have a look in the tribe." After Pan Huang finished speaking, he left Pangu Hall.

"I didn't expect that my body is the same as Father God Pangu. If that's the case, when I gain the merit of Nuwa's creation of human beings, plus the merit of creating the weapon spirit clan, plus the merit of cutting off Laozi Hu, no matter Do you know if I can use this to fuse with the true spirit and give birth to a soul? Just like the Hou Tuzu Witch in the original work, if I can give birth to a soul, can I be called Xiao Pangu?" Pan Huang asked. Said muttering to himself.

After meeting Si Teng and the others, Pan Huang asked if there had been any changes in the Wu clan during his absence. Si Teng told Pan Huang that there had been no changes.

Ever since the beginning of Hongjun's third lecture, Honghuang has become extremely quiet, even quieter than before. Pan Huang thought about it and found out the reason. It was simply because of the Wu clan and Pangu's shadow.

"There are still about 2,500 years until the end of Hongjun's sermon. There is not enough time!" Pan Huang murmured to himself after listening to Si Teng and others.

Ten years later, the twelve ancestral witches came out of Pangu Hall one after another. At this time, they had all been promoted to the quasi-sage realm. Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Hou Tu had even reached the quasi-sage stage.

"Thirteenth brother, if you want to thank me, brothers won't say anything." After Di Jiang saw Pan Huang, he patted him on the shoulder.

"Brothers and sisters, there are still about 2,500 years until the end of Hongjun's sermon. Our time seems to be quite sufficient, but in fact it is not enough." Pan Huang looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches and said .

"I want to climb Buzhou Mountain again with all my brothers and sisters. This time we will only climb for five hundred years. We can climb as high as we can, and then go down. Before those people come back, we can maximize the interests of our Wu clan. The realization of transformation." When Pan Huang said the last sentence, a chilling light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay!" Di Jiang said without any hesitation.

After arranging the affairs of the witch clan, Pan Huang continued to climb Buzhou Mountain with the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Because he had climbed it once before, he climbed to the original position without much effort this time because of his improved strength. , this time no one felt any discomfort.

Three hundred years later.

At this time, Pan Huang and the Twelve Ancestral Witches could already see the top of the mountain. They could really see the top of the mountain with the naked eye. At this time, the top of the mountain was only 800 to 1,000 meters away from their visual inspection, but when they arrived Here, Pangu's pressure has almost taken shape, and every step is very difficult.

Even the blood of the ancestral witches that has been condensed for the second time is now making their bones creak every time they take a step, and traces of blood seep out of their bodies, dyeing their clothes red.

The one walking at the front was Pan Huang. At this time, he had become a bloody man. His face was ferocious now, his eyes were bulging, and his body was almost lying on the ground. If he took a step, no, it should be said that he was crawling. It takes a long, long rest to get used to the pressure.

The same is true for the Twelve Ancestral Witches behind him, who are also gritting their teeth and persisting. In fact, they could no longer hold on a hundred years ago, but the Thirteenth Brother has not left yet, and they, the elder brothers and sisters, are too embarrassed to back down!

Another hundred years have passed, and now they have spent four hundred years climbing Buzhou Mountain, but they are still nearly five hundred meters away from the top of the mountain.

The distance of 500 meters has become a natural chasm for Pan Huang and others. In the past hundred years, Pan Huang's body exploded once. Just when he thought he was going to be so cold, a strange energy appeared. After recovering Panhuang's exploded body, he knew that this should be Pangu's remaining will.

Therefore, Pan Huang vowed that he must climb to the top of the mountain and take a look at the scenery on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

"Brothers, if you all..." Pan Huang turned to look at Di Jiang and others, and spoke intermittently. He couldn't finish his sentence before he could finish it.

Here, every word spoken involves great pain.

Di Jiang and others had apologetic looks in their eyes, and then they began to move down the mountain little by little. When Pan Huang saw them like this, he turned his head with a determined look in his eyes.

When Di Jiang and others disappeared from his sight, Pan Huang took a deep breath, quickly took several steps forward, and then fell to the ground with a crash, his bones immediately crushed into powder by Buzhou Mountain's terrifying pressure.

"I won't lose, I must climb to the top of the mountain!" Pan Huang murmured to himself.

In the following days, Pan Huang relied on instinct and body movement to move upward bit by bit. In the 450th year, his consciousness was blurred and all the bones in his body were broken. , there was blood everywhere on his body.