Chapter 87 Gathering the essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches to give birth
Pangu Temple, deep in the blood pool.
Di Jiang and others who were sitting in a circle woke up one by one with bad expressions on their faces.
"Brother! The energy and blood left behind by my little sister is a bit weak."
Xuan Ming looked at the drop of dark red blood in the distance with a sullen face.
After returning from Buzhou Mountain, they fled directly into the depths of the blood pool.
Although Father God's heart is gone, the pool of blood is still there.
If you want to find that mysterious space, of course it is most suitable to be at the heart of Father God earlier. After all, this place was once connected to that place.
The anxious ancestral wizards immediately began to take action, but they tried again and again, but to no avail.
Hou Tu's drop of essence and blood is naturally not bad, but compared to these ancestral witches, there is a big gap.
Because of this gap-like difference, the powers of the ancestral witches cannot resonate.
The remaining ancestral witches did not speak, but became more and more irritable.
The stone man suddenly jumped out, wasting too much of their energy and causing them repeated setbacks.
Di Jiang made a move with his right hand, looked at the blood essence floating in his palm, and said in a deep voice: "That's it! We will create an ancestral witch."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Rong and others, who could no longer sit still, were all stunned and looked at Di Jiang in astonishment.
Even Xuan Ming looked at the other party in surprise.
The ancestral witches are all transformed by the essence and blood of the Father God, and they are powerless to control them.
Moreover, now that Father God's heart has been stolen by Tian Yuan, this is even less possible.
Di Jiang ignored the others, jumped up, and fled towards the top of the blood pool.
Several people in the field looked at each other and without any hesitation, they all chased after Di Jiang's figure.
With a splashing sound, several ancestral witches all appeared at the edge of the blood pool.
Di Jiang looked at the billions of stars twinkling above the blood pool, and said softly: "Gather the power of our twelve witch ancestors to create a great witch comparable to the ancestral witches!"
As he spoke, Di Jiang opened his mouth and spat out, and a drop of silver-white blood fell into the air.
Xuan Ming and others, who were originally puzzled, their eyes lit up when they heard this.
Although the essence and blood of ancestral witches are precious, it cannot harm their origins.
If the essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches were gathered together, perhaps a powerful great witch could be created as Di Jiang said.
Let this extraordinary wizard take Hou Tu's place and work together to find that consciousness space.
Moreover, the strongest method of the witch clan, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation, cannot be formed without one ancestral witch. This great witch may also be able to replace Hou Tu.
In any case, Dijiang's suggestion is perfect.
Gonggong and others did not hesitate, they all opened their mouths and spit out a drop of blood.
In an instant, twelve drops of blood of different colors floated above the blood pool, exuding a billowing power.
Immediately, several ancestral wizards raised their heads and looked at the starry sky above the blood pool with countless stars twinkling.
Most of the witch clan were born in the blood pool of the temple, but they did not only rely on the power of the blood pool, but also needed the wandering souls floating in the wild world.
After being condensed in the blood pool, the wandering soul turned into a pure true spirit, absorbing energy and becoming a witch.
The true spirit is the most original mark of every living being, so it still retains some of its original characteristics.
This is also the direct reason why the Wu Clan looks so weird, like a patchwork of various creatures.
Di Jiang flapped his wings, and suddenly he saw light groups emerging from the dazzling stars. They were large and small, and the light they bloomed was also different.
No matter the size or brightness, there is a vague figure rising and falling in every light group.
No one could see how Di Jiang moved. The light groups that appeared faded away one by one, leaving only a few of the largest and brightest ones.
They float above the blood pool, and the souls wandering among them can be clearly seen.
Although there are many differences in skin color and appearance, without exception, the appearance is similar to that of later generations of humans.
These are all innate saints who fell in the ancient world. Because they are most similar to the form of Father God, they are all very powerful.
After looking at it carefully, Di Jiang chose a wandering soul that best matched the form of his father.
Similar to the father god Pangu, it is easier to absorb the energy of the blood pool, and the derived witch clan is also more powerful.
Almost all the powerful witches in the clan are in this form.
Therefore, if you want to create a great witch who is comparable to the ancestral witch, you must get closer to the form of Father God.
The remaining light clusters returned to the sky and disappeared into the sky of Ye Ye Star.
Dijiang, who was standing on the edge of the blood pool, trembled his wings on his back, and suddenly saw twelve drops of essence and blood floating in the air flying out, and they all disappeared into the light group.
In an instant, the light ball burst into blood, and then quickly fell into the blood pool.
Just as he entered it, the entire blood pool began to boil. Countless blood surged towards the light group, forming a large cocoon and slowly sinking towards the bottom of the pool.
Feeling the energy rapidly flowing away from the blood pool, Di Jiang's eyes flashed with sadness.
Without the heart of Father God, after giving birth to this great witch, the energy contained in the blood pool may be running out.
But as long as we can find that space, it's all worth it.
Di Jiang now understood that that square of space was the greatest gift that Father God had left for them.
Di Jiang withdrew his gaze, looked around at the many ancestral witches, and said softly: "Now let's wait for this great witch to conceive."
Whether it is the energy in the blood pool or the blood essence of the twelve ancestral witches, it takes time to absorb it.
When the great witch is born, they will have a chance to capture the stone man.
Feeling the gradually increasing aura in the blood pool, Xuan Ming and others felt joy in their hearts.
Gonggong frowned, but said in a deep voice: "Brother, what if the stone man goes around arresting the tribesmen again?"
If the person who angers Tian Yuan the most among the twelve ancestral witches is none other than Gong Gong.
After hearing Gonggong's words, everyone in the palace looked down.
Tianyuan arrested shamans on a large scale, although they were only trying to dredge the earth's veins and did not harm their lives.
But if the stone men are allowed to act unscrupulously, how can their ancestral witches have the dignity to walk in the wild land.
What's more important is that as the earth's veins continue to unblock, Tianyuan's strength becomes stronger and stronger.
Gonggong seriously doubted that the rapid increase in Tianyuan's strength was entirely due to the captured shamans.
Without the Wu Clan combing and purifying the earth's veins, Tian Yuan would be just an ordinary stone man.
Di Jiang and others obviously thought of this, and all of them looked solemn.
Today's Tianyuan is no longer the same as before. Not only does he have the peak level of Daluo Jinxian, but he also possesses the body of an ancestral shaman.
As ancestral witches, they know very well how powerful the ancestral witch's body is, and they cannot be beaten to death.
This means that if Tianyuan really wants to arrest shamans everywhere, the power of their eleven ancestral shamans alone will not be able to stop them.
The land in the east is so vast, and the opponent controls Bu Zhoushan's will, so it can be said that it is impossible to guard against it.
Maybe the great witch in the blood pool hasn't been born yet, and Tian Yuan's Taoism is already far above them. When the time comes, that hateful guy might arrest them all to dredge the earth's veins. Tian Yuan must not be allowed to grow like this.
Glancing at the blood pool in front of him, Di Jiang said calmly: "Recall all the tribe members and gather outside the temple. We, the ancestral witches, will personally take charge of the tribe!"
Since Father God's heart is gone, they don't need to meditate in the blood pool.
Gathering all the clan members together was the only way Di Jiang could think of.
Eleven ancestral witches gathered together, and Tian Yuan could only huddle on Mount Buzhou.
As long as you enter that space and control the will of Father God, it will be easier to dominate the wilderness.
Although they were unwilling to retreat like this, they really had no choice.
Many ancestral witches nodded, intending to recall their clansmen scattered across the wild land.
"Xuan Ming, you are here to protect me, leave your tribe's affairs to me!" Di Jiang called to Xuan Ming who was about to leave.
The great witch who is about to be born in the blood pool is related to the future of the entire witch clan, and Di Jiang will never allow any mistakes.
Xuan Ming stopped and nodded heavily.
Many ancestral witches left one by one, leaving Xuan Ming sitting quietly by the blood pool in the entire temple.
On a mountain range in the eastern land, Tian Yuan's figure flew past, and all the witch tribes in front of him were swept away.
After they and Calabash Boy threw the captured witch into the earth's veins, the two of them embarked on a non-stop journey to capture the witch again.
No matter what the plans of the ancestral witches are, the mission of capturing the witch clan will not stop anyway.
He has now shown his cards, and the ancestral witch still doesn't know what's good and what's good, so there's no need to be polite.
At this moment, Tian Yuan glanced at the distance and was slightly stunned.
A majestic figure crossed the void, it was Dijiang, the head of the twelve ancestral witches.
In the other direction, Tianyuan felt another powerful aura sweep past him, and it was also an ancestral shaman hurriedly leaving.
Looking at the figures that appeared and disappeared quickly in the distance, Tian Yuan couldn't help but wonder: "What are these witch clans doing?"
After carefully sensing the surroundings, the ancestral witches were not hiding around to plot against him.
Tian Yuan, who muttered a few times, didn't bother to pay attention and quickly fled forward.
A tribe of witches appeared in the perception, but the next second, Tianyuan's expression changed and his figure disappeared instantly.
Below is a huge valley with densely packed simple stone houses standing there.
The architectural style is obviously that of a large Wu tribe.
But now the entire valley was silent, with not a single shaman around.
Tian Yuan frowned slightly. When they went down the mountain, he and Calabash Man distributed the area. This area of the Wu tribe was not swept away.
With doubts, Tian Yuan continued to flee forward, but all the tribes he met next were empty.
"Damn! These ancestral witches won't take away all the clan members themselves, right?" Tian Yuan exclaimed, looking a little annoyed.
This was the direction in which Di Jiang flew away just now. After thinking about it, Tian Yuan understood the reason.
In order to prevent him from arresting the witch clan everywhere, the ancestral witches themselves took away all the clan members.
The angry Tian Yuan chose a random direction and fled quickly.
If it was as he expected, the many tribes he met were all silent and there was not a single ghost.
Tianyuan stood in the air, his eyebrows twitching with anger.
He is not a witch, and finding tribes relies entirely on spiritual thoughts, but the ancestral witches are different. With the power of blood, they can easily sense the location of each tribe.
If Zu Wu really did this, he would definitely be no match for Di Jiang and the others.
Feeling a violent wave in front of him, Tian Yuan accelerated and flew away, only to find Di Jiang again.
The opponent continued to escape in the void, even if he saw Tian Yuan, he ignored him.
The four wings on its back flashed rapidly and disappeared in front of him, leaving only empty tribes.
Tianyuan was extremely depressed.
When did the ancestral witch become so smart that he actually learned to follow other people's paths?
Looking around, Tian Yuan sighed softly and had no choice but to turn around and rush towards Buzhou Mountain.
Fortunately, we went down the mountain early and captured some shamans, otherwise we might have returned empty-handed.
Tian Yuan is not worried about what will happen next. The ancestral witch used his great supernatural power to take away the clan members and will definitely release them.
He probably knew that he could not stop his actions and wanted to gather all the clan members in one place.
But this is fine, once you are strong enough, you can just cook it all in one go, saving you the time and effort of running around.
"Father Mountain!"
Just as we were approaching Buzhou Mountain, we saw Calabash Baby running angrily in the distance.
Calabash Boy is only in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian, and he will definitely not be able to catch up with the speed of Zu Wu. I think the harvest will be smaller than him.
Sure enough, the calabash baby rushed over and said angrily: "Those ancestral witches took away all the witches themselves, and I didn't even catch a few."
"It's okay! I already know!"
After touching Calabash Baby's head, Tian Yuan slowly turned around and looked into the distance, where a figure came angrily across the void.
The man with the head of a python, covered with black scales and with black dragons on his feet, is Gong Gong, the ancestral witch of water, among the twelve ancestral witches.
"Tian Yuan! Come out and fight!" Gonggong roared loudly, with a violent look in his eyes.
Because the tribe was swept away by Tianyuan earlier, he did not have many clansmen under his control, and almost all the remaining clansmen were under the Golden Immortal.
This situation undoubtedly made Gonggong, who was holding back his anger, even more angry.
After taking away the tribe members, he rushed to Buzhou Mountain as soon as possible.
Gonggong really couldn't swallow the sigh in his chest regarding this abominable stone man.
"Not interested!" Tian Yuan ran towards Buzhou Mountain without even looking back.
If he had absolute crushing strength, he would naturally not mind capturing Gonggong.
There was a big difference in strength between the two, and there were other ancestral witches around them, so there was no need to fight.
Once the opponent is at a disadvantage, it is not interesting for him to single out a group of ancestral witches.
Seeing that Tianyuan escaped into Buzhou Mountain without hesitation and disappeared, this act of disregard made Gonggong's chest burst.
The violent body slammed into the place where Tian Yuan disappeared.
The rocks exploded, Mount Buzhou shook slightly, and a huge hole appeared.
Gonggong was about to vent his anger again when he heard Di Jiang's words.
The raised fist stopped in the air, Gonggong roared and ran towards the mountains at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
In the rumbling sound, the body crushed the peaks, and the dust raised covered the sky and the sun.
(End of chapter)