The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

The foundation of Yue Zhuoqun's clone is too poor. It can be said that nearly half of the creatures that have generated spiritual intelligence in the prehistoric world are stronger than him.

After all, many of the first batch of prehistoric creatures are innate things incarnation.

Even if they are not incarnations of innate things, they are also people with deep blessings and are tainted with factors related to innate things.

His clone relies entirely on the cultivation, evil spirit, and mixed blood energy that the original body has given up.

Compared with the prehistoric creatures, it is like a dogtail grass touching a white lotus.

In this state, others will avoid it from a distance, and feel polluted if they touch it.

Therefore, he did not hide his figure. After walking down Buzhou Mountain, he rode on the colorful auspicious cloud and traveled leisurely to the east.

There is no need to be afraid if there is really a blind provoke.

As long as he does not encounter the core members of the big clan, his Xuanxian cultivation is enough.

Even if he encounters the core members, he has the Six Soul Banner and the Cauldron of Creation, so he does not need to be afraid!

The masters of Taiyi and Daluo level don't come out, and they can protect themselves.

Now the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn are the overlords, and the other tribes are also thriving, and the prehistoric world has become much more lively.

But this "lively" is relative to the two eras of Kaitian and fierce beasts.

After all, the prehistoric continent is too vast. At Yue Zhuoqun's current speed, it is impossible to fly from the west to the east in an era.

When I just left Buzhou Mountain, I met a lot of creatures with spiritual wisdom, but their strength was extremely low, and there were not even more than a hundred who reached the level of true immortals.

These creatures were all rushing towards the preaching monument to seek opportunities to preach.

After millions of miles away from Buzhou Mountain, it became much quieter. Sometimes you may not meet a spiritual wisdom even if you fly tens of thousands of miles.

Liveliness has its own fun, and quietness has its own beauty.

Yue Zhuoqun didn't care. He walked and stopped, climbed the mountains when he saw them, swam in the lakes when he saw them, and searched for natural treasures that no one had discovered yet.

He didn't leave any descendants either. He took away the mature ones and left the immature ones to continue growing.

Thirty thousand years later, he came to a gray and barren mountain area.

The environment in this area was very strange, with a strong evil spirit. No creature dared to approach within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"After the great catastrophe of the fierce beasts, the evil spirit basically sank into the earth and disappeared. Why are there so many left here?" Yue Zhuoqun was puzzled.

Although he was surprised, he didn't stop and walked towards the center of the barren mountain.

As he went deeper, his heart beat faster unconsciously, and his blood was boiling.

This feeling was very strange, like returning to his hometown, and he felt close to it from the bottom of his heart.

"Could it be that this is the birthplace of the witch clan?"

Yue Zhuoqun raised his eyebrows and had an epiphany.

The evil spirit and mixed blood of his clone came from Chi You. Only the power of the same race could trigger such a reaction.

Thinking of this, he rushed in at the fastest speed.

Soon, he entered a plain area in the barren mountain. The ground in the center was covered with a layer of red light.

"No mistake, this is definitely the birthplace of the twelve witch ancestors!"

The red light is a barrier formed by Pangu's blood, and outsiders cannot enter.

Although Yue Zhuoqun used the essence of Chi You's blood to nurture the main body, the clone still retained a trace of it. It was not blocked by the barrier and walked into it smoothly.

The environment inside the barrier is completely different, similar to a small world. The soil on the ground is blood red and full of power.

A red, simple and mysterious palace is located.

There are patterns drawn by Taoism on the plaque of the palace. This is a special Tao text - Pangu Palace!

"The twelve witch ancestors were conceived in this Pangu Hall. I wonder if they have developed intelligence now?" Yue Zhuoqun stepped into the hall.

There was no complicated decoration in the hall, only a lonely large blood pool, with blood rolling and strong evil spirit.

Twelve blood cocoons were floating in the blood pool, absorbing blood and evil spirit to grow, and releasing different regular auras.

The moment Yue Zhuoqun walked in, the twelve blood cocoons trembled at the same time, with some large and some small movements. The front ones could even see the internal image through the blood cocoons.

The one with the biggest reaction had six legs and four wings; the next one had a human head and a dragon body; the third one had a beast head and a human body, with a fire dragon under his feet...

The smaller the movement, the more blurred the image, and the last one was even a hazy mass, with no limbs growing.

Obviously, they were conceived at different levels.

The blood cocoon trembled for a moment and then calmed down. It felt the same breath from Yue Zhuoqun. The six-legged, four-winged blood cocoon at the head emitted a spiritual wave:

"Are you... a brother of our clan?"

Yue Zhuoqun pursed his lips and nodded in appreciation: "Brother, you have good eyesight!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had never been born and had never been exposed to the complexity of human nature. They actually believed it and expressed joy:

"I didn't expect that we still have a brother like you, but why is your bloodline so weak?""I was born in the outside world, unlike you who have the unique conditions of Pangu Palace. I have a hard life!"

Yue Zhuoqun, the shameless one, pretended to complain.

The twelve witch ancestors did not cultivate their souls, but they were all emotional people. They immediately felt sympathy and invited him:

"Since we are brothers of the same clan, we should share happiness and difficulties together!"

"That's right, brother, come in quickly and absorb the power of the Father God with us."

Yue Zhuoqun and others said: "I am so sorry... Since you brothers and sisters sincerely invite me, I will not refuse it."

Plop!

He jumped into the blood pool with a leap, splashing layers of blood.

The body was wrapped in rich power, and the whole body was warm. He couldn't help but moan: "Oh~ comfortable!"

"Hahaha, brother should come earlier to reunite with us."

"Hehe, it's not too late. Let's practice together!"

Yue Zhuoqun was no longer concerned with talking. He said one sentence and closed his eyes to practice.

Seeing this, the twelve blood cocoons said no more, calmed down, and continued to nurture their bodies.

With this Pangu blood pool, the foundation of the clone can also be improved.

However, Yue Zhuoqun only absorbed a small amount of Pangu's blood, and more of it was absorbed from the evil spirit of heaven and earth rising from the bottom of the blood pool.

Of course, he didn't really want Pangu's blood, but quietly sent Pangu's blood stripped of the evil spirit into the system world.

The original body nurtured in Buzhou Mountain took out the blood and merged it.

There is no need for the clone and the original body to take the same path.

The original body nurtures Pangu's authentic body, and the clone walks the evil spirit to become a Tao, without delaying either.

Another ten thousand years passed in a flash.

With the evil spirit to supplement the foundation, the clone's cultivation speed was countless times faster, directly breaking through the Xuanxian realm and entering the Jinxian realm.

On this day, a roar sounded in the blood pool.

Crack~

The blood cocoon at the head broke, revealing a six-legged, four-winged, faceless, red-like body.

The body of the ancestor witch Dijiang was finally conceived, breaking out of the cocoon, exuding a tyrannical pressure.

Yue Zhuoqun broke through the Jinxian cultivation, and also felt extremely depressed.

Because Dijiang's successful transformation was the strength of Taiyi Jinxian, one realm higher than him!

"Brother, congratulations on your successful transformation!"

Yue Zhuoqun was not surprised by this, after all, it was Pangu blood.

This was just a transformation. When the twelve ancestor witches were officially born, they would reach the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

"Brother!"

Dijiang cheered, put away his true form, and transformed his arms to pounce on Yue Zhuoqun.