[Hong Huang] Heaven forces me to fall in love

Houtu incarnated in reincarnation, one of the twelve ancestor witches was missing, and the legendary Dutian Shensha formation might not be able to be used. For a while, all ancestor witches fell into a cloud of gloom.

"Why is Houtu so..." Zhu Rong sighed, and he didn't say the last few after all.

But everyone knows that Houtu did this in disregard of the overall situation. If the witch clan faced a disastrous defeat against the monster clan, it would be a catastrophe for the clan to be wiped out!

Xuan Ming said with a blank face: "Let's think of other ways first."

After finishing speaking, everyone sighed, and began to think of ways to make up for this great formation.

In the ancestral witch hall, the atmosphere was a bit cold and hard. Zhu Rong kept sighing, Xuan Ming frown, Gong Gong didn't say a word, even Di Jiang's expression was extremely cold, and the rest of the ancestral witches also frowned.

The Dutian Shensha Formation can summon Pangu's real body, but it requires the twelve ancestor witches. Without the Houtu, there must be no way to form the Dutian Shensha Formation to fight against the demon clan.

Finally, Xuan Ming spoke in the almost condensed atmosphere: "Sister Houtu is incarnated in reincarnation, staying behind in the underworld, but she has a great witch transformed from her blood essence."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the ancestor witches present could not help but light up, but the light was quickly extinguished.

"Those big witches are not strong enough, only Da Luo, I'm afraid they can't bear the pressure brought by Du Tianshensha's big formation. It is estimated that they will be crushed to pieces before the formation is completed." Zhu Rong said bluntly.

The ancestral witches nodded. What Zhu Rong said was really what they were worried about. After all, the strength of the witch clan would not improve much after birth.

"To withstand the pressure of Dutian Shensha's large formation, the cultivation level must at least be a quasi-sage. Which of the great witches in Houtu's tribe has the strength of a quasi-sage?" Di Jiang said, his tone full of sadness, don't It is said that there is no great witch who is a quasi-sage in the tribe of Houtu, even if you search the entire witch tribe, you can't find a great witch who is a quasi-sage.

But Xuanming said: "Sister Houtu has a great witch named Jiufeng, who is powerful, although he is not a quasi-sage, but with the blood of the few of us, can't we pile up a great witch?"

After the words fell, the ancestral witches were stunned. They had never tried to let a great witch have twelve drops of their blood essence. If these twelve drops of blood essence can really produce a quasi-sage, then the gods will be missing The problem of the back soil can also be solved.

"Call Jiufeng over!" Di Jiang suddenly excitedly said.

If it really succeeds, there is hope for the Wu Clan to destroy the Yao Clan!

------

After Houtu turned into reincarnation, Fang Cangwu was a little at a loss holding the two soaring snakes and Xing Shalong that Houtu gave him, and then felt a sense of sadness. As Houtu's relatives, none of the ancestral witches came Look after the soil.

In the end, Fang Cangwu sighed heavily, watching the light spots of Guixu continue to go to the underworld, and Fang Cangwu couldn't help but follow these light spots to the underworld.

The underworld is located under the prehistoric land, among the nine secluded places. The city here is huge, but there is no Hades judge, no black and white impermanence, and bull's head and horse face. Everything is the most primitive.

When Fang Cangwu walked to a bridge, a gentle woman in white handed Fang Cangwu a bowl of soup and said, "Do you want some soup?"

"I don't drink soup!"

"Go and play without drinking the soup." The woman in white drove away Fang Cangwu who was placed in front of the other spirits with the gesture of chasing a puppy.

Furiously, Fang Cangwu found a stone and sat down, then watched the woman in white serve a bowl of Mengpo soup to each of the bewildered souls.

It was only when the woman in white brought a bowl of Mengpo soup to the last soul that Fang Cangwu spoke.

"You throw them to me, I don't even know how to raise them." Fang Cangwu said while holding the two flying snakes in his hands.

Although the appearance of the woman in front of him was completely different from that of Houtu, Fang Cangwu knew that she was the external incarnation of Houtu, just like the three corpses of a saint.So Fang Cangwu came to this incarnation outside the body to explain the truth, it was absolutely not wrong.

The woman gently wiped the soup spoon with a white cloth, then lowered her eyes and said: "There is no back soil here, only peace of mind, and the Dragon Lord can call me Meng Po."

Fang Cangwu was taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "Is that promise from the beginning still counting?"

Ping Xin paused for a moment while wiping the soup spoon, then looked at the Six Paths of Samsara not far away and said, "Do the math."

Fang Cangwu had nothing else to say for a while, he could only say: "The underworld has just been established, and there are not many souls of the dead. In the future, when the Lich fights, the underworld must be full, so your empress should prepare earlier."

The preparation in Fang Cangwu's words had two meanings, one was to keep Hou Tu from being in a hurry when facing the sudden increase of souls, and the other was to let her leave blood for the Wu Clan.

"I know." Ping Xin said after looking at Fang Cangwu after a moment of silence.

The purpose of Houtuhua reincarnation is to find a way of reincarnation and reincarnation for all sentient beings with gratitude in his heart, and to use this merit to keep the blood of the witch clan from being cut off.

Perhaps from the time when Houtu decided to turn into reincarnation, she had already anticipated the tragic ending of the two Lich clans.

Fang Cangwu looked at Pingxin and said: "Your Majesty is kind, there is no one else in this hell, so let's keep these two flying snakes for your empress to relieve her boredom."

After finishing speaking, Fang Cangwu let go of the two flying snakes, and soon the two flying snakes were wrapped around Ping Xin's hands affectionately.The next moment, he was calmly turned into two boys, one black and one white.

Fang Cangwu knew in his heart that this was black and white impermanence.

"I wanted to leave these two little guys to you, but I came to accompany me to suffer in the underworld." Ping Xin couldn't help but sighed as she looked at the two boys hugging her legs.

Seeing this, Fang Cangwu smiled, and then bid farewell to Pingxin.

Watching Fang Cangwu leave, Pingxin couldn't help sighing softly, and then began to boil Mengpo soup again.

When Fang Cangwu came out of the underworld, the experiments of the ancestral witches were also successful.

The Great Witch Jiufeng is transformed from the essence and blood of Houtu, has the ability of Houtu to control the land, and is naturally close to the soil. He is the strongest witch with the closest attributes to Houtu.

After receiving the blood essence of the remaining eleven ancestral witches, her strength increased instantly, and she could bear a lot of pain, and she was just a little bit short of exploding to death.Fortunately, the result was good. The ancestral witch ushered in the No. 13 quasi-sage. To be precise, it should be a false quasi-sage. The gods and demons are also enough.

The joy on Zuwu's face is beyond words, and his heart is also full of joy, and he has more confidence in fighting the monster clan.

Seeing this, Xuan Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the method she proposed is feasible, otherwise...

Xuan Ming shook his head, and then put the terrible consequences behind him.

But in the heavenly court, not many people were happy, God Jun of the main hall looked stern, and Tai Yi didn't have much expression on his face.The day before they heard the good news that Houtu was incarnated in reincarnation and Zuwu couldn't form the Dutian Shensha formation. Today came the bad news that Zuwu had found Jiufeng as Houtu's substitute.

In the midst of the silence, Fuxi suddenly stood up with the qin in his arms and said: "I have studied the Dutian Shensha formation before. This formation needs twelve ancestor witches to summon the true body of Pangu, but the Houtu is not here. They replaced it with Jiufeng, even though Jiufeng was transformed by Houtu's essence and blood, and now he is forcibly promoted to quasi-sage by other ancestor witches, but after all, it is not as good as Houtu's cooperation with other ancestor witches."

Halfway through Fuxi's words, Di Jun's face softened slightly. He is good at calculating and proficient in formations, so he naturally knows that the people who set up the formations need to have a perfect understanding, otherwise a mistake will make the formation full of loopholes.

"Therefore, even if the Witch Clan's Dutian Shensha Formation can succeed, its power will be greatly reduced, and the Yaozu's Zhoutian Xingchen Formation will not lose to the Dutian Shensha Formation."

After Fuxi's words, the atmosphere in the hall is not so tense, and everyone has a little more confidence in the Lich War.

"I want to exterminate the witch clan and avenge my son!" After Di Jun finished speaking, his pair of golden pupils burned like half a flame.

Tai Yi immediately stood up and said, "Avenge the prince!"

In an instant, everyone shouted: "Destroy the witch clan, avenge the prince! Exterminate the witch clan, avenge the prince!"

When the sound gradually subsided, Fu Xi stood up and said to Di Jun: "Your Majesty, it's not too late, we need to preemptively strike before Jiufeng has no tacit understanding with other ancestor witches!"

"I also ask your majesty to raise the sun and stars, so that the big array of stars in the sky will be in motion."

As the name suggests, the Zhoutian Xingchen formation is a formation that borrows the power of the stars, and the sun star is the most important formation eye. When the sun star starts to operate, this formation, which has been paid for by Emperor Jun Fuxi's countless efforts, will be completed.

Di Jun looked at Fuxi, then said, "Okay."

On that day, people saw the sun rising from Tanggu in the east for a long time, and Zhulong finally let go of his heavy responsibilities and returned to the East China Sea.

But Fang Cangwu, who was standing in Kunlun Mountain, felt that everything was so unnatural. He couldn't help asking Xiao Shi, why did Di Jun make the sun rise?

This is not in line with common sense. Emperor Jun Taiyi manages the monster clan and has no time to guard against the sun, and Rimu is too sad, so naturally he does not want the prehistoric witch clan to see the sun and get the gift of the sun.

And Xiao Shi looked at the rising sun and spit out six words: "Zhou Tian Xing Chen array."

Fang Cangwu's face changed when he heard the words, and his heart was not good.

"Where is Geng Chen? Where is Meng Zhang?" Fang Cangwu shouted loudly.

In an instant, two giant dragons, one black and one green, appeared in front of Fang Cangwu.

"Go and inform the clansmen to lead the human race to the East China Sea. If you don't want to, just leave." Fang Cangwu gave the order neatly.

"Why is that?" Xiao Shi was stunned.

Fang Cangwu rubbed Xiao Shi's head and said, "The Lich War is about to begin."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Shi suddenly fainted in Fang Cangwu's arms.

"Sleep, sleep, wake up, everything is over." Fang Cangwu gently patted Xiao Ten's back.

Rather than let Xiao Ten watch his relatives die, it is better to let him sleep through this catastrophe.