Chapter 163: Traces of the Demon Ancestor
“The breakthrough was just in time!” Looking at the scene around him, Tian Yuan looked overjoyed.
Just now, he was worried about how to deal with Emperor Jun and Taiyi's rogue behavior, and he didn't want Nuwa to become a saint directly.
A long time ago, he had imagined that Nuwa would become a saint, and then all the ancestral witches and demon emperors could be captured directly.
Now this day has finally arrived, and the calamity of heaven and earth should be completely over.
All powerful creatures in the prehistoric world should go to Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space and try their best to repair the prehistoric earth veins.
In the distance, above the nine heavens, there is a large piece of golden merit flowing down, and there is also a ray of merit escaping towards Mount Buzhou.
Seeing this, Tian Yuan frowned slightly.
Regarding merit, Tianyuan has always guessed that it was Hongjun's plan.
Although Nuwa created the human race, the protagonist of heaven and earth, her contribution to the prehistoric world is certainly not comparable to that of Nuwa.
He benefits the whole world, not just a single protagonist. But for such a long time, Tianyuan didn't see any merit.
On the contrary, it was Nuwa who created humans, and Buzhou Mountain received blessings, and some of its merits declined.
Everyone in the Demon Court in the sky also stared blankly at the golden merit that shot towards him.
Just the next second, the merit that was about to escape to the top of Buzhou Mountain suddenly stagnated in the air, and then rolled up.
Has the merit been withdrawn by Heaven?
Merit is a reward from heaven and earth. Once it has been given, how can it be easily withdrawn.
The great road is ruthless and the heaven is supreme. How can this heaven...
For a moment, Emperor Jun and Taiyi thought of the Taoist ancestor in Zixiao Palace.
These merits must have been taken away by Dao Ancestor.
This thought in their minds instantly made the two of them feel hot.
Although they also had no favorable impressions of the man in Zixiao Palace, it was obvious before them that Dao Ancestor seemed to be angry at Tian Yuan's actions.
More importantly, the merits falling from the sky on the coast of the East China Sea are also rolling back. This is what makes them most excited.
Hongjun combined his body with Taoism, and Nuwa was one of Taozu's direct disciples, and now her merits were actually withdrawn.
Although Nuwa has become a saint, if the Taoist ancestor from Zixiao Palace comes out, she will definitely not be her opponent.
Time, what they need most now is time.
The Witch Clan has been abolished, and now the Demon Court enjoys the fate of the entire world.
With that huge luck, they have a great chance to realize Hunyuan and become Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.
If they take that step, with the Zhoutian Star Formation, the innate treasure, and the luck that envelopes the Demon Court, they will still be the strongest existence.
Now, they need someone to buy them time.
Not only were Di Jun and Tai Yi stunned, but Tian Yuan in the air was also confused.
He was still thinking about whether to accept these merits.
Merit can be used for breakthroughs, or it can be poured into spiritual treasures to increase the power of magic treasures, but this is all hearsay. Tian Yuan didn't know the specific situation, but now this meritorious deed that had been left behind actually wanted to escape.
He may not dare to ask for it if it is delivered to his door, but it is much safer if he grabs it himself.
Almost at the same time, an inexplicable will surged out from the top of Buzhou Mountain, instantly sweeping over the ray of golden color.
The merits were kneaded into a ball and disappeared on the top of Mount Buzhou in a blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Di Jun and Tai Yi felt happy instead of angry, and looked expectantly in the direction of chaos.
If Tian Yuan is so provocative, if Dao Ancestor shows up, he will definitely be able to suppress him.
Tianyuan, who stood proudly in the space, also looked expectantly in the direction of Zixiao Palace.
Such a big change has occurred in the prehistoric world, and even the merits that have been lowered have been withdrawn. Hongjun must know what happened.
Now the only thing that can stop him from ending the calamity is the Taoist ancestor in Zixiao Palace.
During the second war between the lich and the lich, Hongjun appeared in the wilderness and made a promise that the demon would control the sky and the witch control the earth. Maybe the other party would actually show up.
Tianyuan was still very afraid of this old Yinbi.
However, this person has been living behind the scenes and knows too little information.
If it weren't for Buzhou Shan's body, he wouldn't have known that the Great Desolate Landline had long been in ruins, and Buzhou Mountain was even more eroded.
Looking at the gradually fading visions around him, Tian Yuan did not move, and Di Jun and Tai Yi in the air did not move at all.
Nuwa became a saint, and the holy power swept the entire world. Even if they fled back to the Demon Court, it would not be a long-term solution.
For a moment, the entire sky became extremely quiet.
In the valley where the billowing dust spread, the back soil came out instantly. Looking at the ruins of the Pangu Temple, everyone froze on the spot.
She had just returned to Buzhou Mountain and was shocked by Nuwa's sudden sanctification, but she didn't know that there was something strange about Pangu Temple.
After all, it was the most sacred place for the Witch Clan. She immediately fled back, not wanting to see such a scene.
The towering stone pillars collapsed, and the Pangu Temple, which was derived from the heart of the Father God, also disappeared.
Hou Tu walked forward quickly and shouted at Xuan Ming: "The temple! Where is the temple?"
If the temple was not unshakable, there would be no need for her to escape into the blood pool and take away the witch clan. She could just move the entire temple away.
But I didn't expect that just a moment later, it would be gone.
Xuan Ming looked at Houtu coldly, sitting alone in the ruins.
If Hou Tu hadn't been the first to rebel, how could the Wu clan have reached this point.
They are Pangu's authentic sect. Who can rival the Twelve Ancestor Wu Honghuang? The Wu Clan walked out of the temple and swept across the world like a broken bamboo.
Almost without encountering any obstacles, he easily dominated the eastern land, which has the most spiritual energy.
But just because of the Buzhou Mountain stone man, there is nothing now.
Now Xuan Ming hates Hou Tu even more in his heart. If all the twelve ancestral witches were present, the twelve capitals of the witch clan would be completely unstoppable.
It is impossible for a mere stone man to capture so many people.
Without the help of the Wu Clan to clear and purify the earth's veins, Tianyuan would not have been able to break through so quickly.
It was because of Hou Tu's betrayal that such a terrifying stone man was created.
Hou Tu was definitely to blame for the Wu clan's ending. She no longer had any good impressions of the little girl she loved in the past.
Xuan Ming's cold eyes made Hou Tu feel a little pain in his heart.
Looking around, there was no trace of Di Jiang, so Houtu calmed down and took a closer look.
The lingering breath in the air made him stunned, and he already guessed what happened.
Brother actually did such a thing? Hou Tu was a little hard to believe.
She sighed softly, looked at Xuan Ming, and said softly: "Second sister, come with me!"
Among the twelve ancestral witches, they are the only ones who are sisters, so it goes without saying that they have a close relationship.
With Di Jiang gone, Xuan Ming was really the only one left in the ancient world.
"Just because I didn't follow brother, doesn't mean I will follow you." Xuan Ming turned his head and looked at the familiar figure in front of him indifferently.
Meeting the other person's expression, Hou Tu opened his mouth, not knowing how to express his words for a moment.
She saw clearly that the calamity of heaven and earth had always been to help the Witch Clan. Earlier, she tried her best to persuade her, but her brothers didn't listen at all.
They claim to be the authentic Pangu sect, and they only want to dominate the ancient world and take charge of the world created by their father.
She had no choice but to promise Tianyuan to arrest the Wu clan everywhere, and eventually they turned against each other.
Although he was a little sad about Xuan Ming's state, Hou Tu didn't regret it at all.
If she hadn't chosen Tianyuan, the Wu clan might have perished in the calamity. It was she who saved most of the clan members.
Sighing softly, Houtu slowly turned around and walked toward Buzhou Mountain.
She wanted to take Xuan Ming away, but Houtu couldn't bear his condition.
Xuan Ming ignored it, his eyes lost focus, and he walked blankly among the ruins.
In the quiet valley, Xuan Ming's eyes moved slightly and stared blankly not far away.
A shaman character slowly started to swim on the gravel in front, and then more and more shaman characters swam around.
They gathered together, intertwined, and turned into a large mass of black mist. A black lotus platform was vaguely visible in the middle.
Xuan Ming, whose eyes were originally distracted, shrank his eyes and immediately walked forward quickly.
Taking a step forward and stepping on the lotus platform, Xuan Ming's figure disappeared in an instant. And the black mist also dispersed in all directions, fading one by one, as if it had never appeared before.
In the silent sky, a colorful avenue escapes from the East China Sea.
A figure above it walks slowly, surrounded by ceilings and golden lotuses, accompanied by endless beads and necklaces.
A rich auspicious atmosphere enveloped the entire world.
The figure is clearly far away in the horizon, yet it is so close in front of you!
Nuwa is here!
(End of chapter)