Chapter 83 The ancestral witches completely exploded
Glancing at the great wizards gathered at the foot of Bu Zhou Mountain, Tian Yuan didn't pay attention.
This is Pangu's heart in the air. The essence and blood in it gave birth to the twelve witch ancestors. It is normal for them to have feelings.
Moreover, it is impossible for Buzhoushan and Pangu to be in harmony with each other and hide it from a group of great witches.
With the influx of energy from Buzhou Mountain, the dry heart began to take on a little blood color.
"I hope this day will come soon!" After a closer look, Tian Yuan's figure disappeared on the sacred mountain.
Pangu's heart was severely damaged, and Buzhoushan's will was greatly weakened. It would definitely take a lot of time for the two to fully integrate.
Just after leaving Buzhoushan's consciousness space, Tianyuan got into the fake body.
Wrapped in the dazzling silver light, his body began to shrink rapidly and became six feet tall.
Tian Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at Gong Gong's position in the distance.
Having newly acquired the body of an ancestral witch, Tian Yuan is wondering if he wants to go find some ancestral witches now.
After pondering for a while, he gave up the idea.
Now he is no longer weaker than any ancestral witch. Even if he is faced with the siege of eleven ancestral witches, he can retreat unscathed, but there is no need for this at all.
Tian Yuan, who has the body of an ancestral witch, is very aware of the horror of this physical body. It is almost impossible for the ancestral witch to be killed.
At least at the same level, or one or two levels higher, it would be difficult to kill an ancestral witch.
Sanqing enjoys the merits of opening heaven and is loved by heaven and earth. The same is true for the ancestral witches. Thanks to the great forces of heaven and earth, they are almost immortal.
This is probably why the Ancestral Witch self-destructed and was able to break through the defense of the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell.
It was a pleasure to venture out. Once the ancestral witch found out that Pangu's heart was missing, he would definitely think of him.
Pangu's heart can be said to be the lifeblood of the witch clan. Tianyuan has no intention of facing eleven crazy ancestral witches now.
From the last contact, he had already vaguely felt that the ancestral witch was affected by the calamity energy.
These guys are already violent and bloodthirsty, and when the calamity comes, they will only become crazier.
Maybe before the Lich Tribulation has completely begun, these violent guys will hit Buzhou Mountain.
"Forget it, let's practice the rules of meditation. There is Calabash Baby outside anyway." Tian Yuan, with many thoughts in his mind, began to meditate again with his eyes closed.
Meditate, except for the five hidden supreme laws, the other three thousand laws can be clearly felt.
Although he was aware of this situation, it still made Tianyuan breathe a little quickly.
Rich white light surged, covering his whole body, and Tian Yuan began to practice the law of power.
Before he could absorb it, the law of power floating between heaven and earth was already happily gathering towards him.
This is real cheating!
"Brother! When are we going to wait?" Seeing Tian Yuan practicing quietly, Xuan Ming couldn't help it.
Cultivation is timeless, and there are many who have been in seclusion for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
If Tianyuan had been practicing for so long, would they have been here all along?
After waiting for almost a thousand years, Xuan Ming's patience had long since run out, and she felt like she was going to explode.
The remaining Gonggong and others did not speak, and all of them looked towards Dijiang.
They just wanted to vent their anger now, and they wanted to rush over and beat the stone man violently, smash him into powder, and spread it all over Mount Buzhou, so that they could vent their anger.
Di Jiang is not anxious, but he is the elder brother, so naturally he cannot mess up his sense of proportion.
After looking around at everyone, Di Jiang looked at Gonggong: "Gonggong stays with me, Xuanming, take them back to the temple to practice."
Tianyuan's strength has greatly increased, and the second lecture of Zixiao Palace has begun. Their ancestral witches cannot be left behind either.
Whether it is capturing Tian Yuan or facing the upcoming calamity, strength is everything.
When Xuan Ming and others heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They were really worried that if they waited any longer, they would be unable to resist rushing up Mount Buzhou.
Only Gonggong had a grimace on his face and looked extremely depressed. Only he could feel the mark left by the green python.
The nine ancestral witches didn't say much, turned around and fled towards Pangu Temple.
Di Jiang glanced at Gonggong and said in a deep voice, "It's so good to watch. I'll close my eyes and meditate."
Although it is worse in the void than in the blood pool, it can still be practiced.
Gonggong was extremely depressed, but he could only nod lightly. He would not disobey his elder brother.
Unexpectedly, before Di Jiang had practiced for a while, he heard a roar explode from the sky, shaking the world.
Di Jiang and Gonggong quickly turned around and looked in the direction of Pangu Temple, their expressions suddenly changing.
With a whoosh, Di Jiang's figure disappeared immediately. Gonggong hesitated for a moment, but stayed where he was.
The breath left by the green python is already weak. If it is too far away, Tianyuan's position may not be sensed.
Di Jiang returned to the valley. At this moment, the Pangu Temple was shrouded in terror, violent fluctuations, and murderous intentions.
He immediately escaped into the temple and asked in a cold voice: "What happened?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Di Jiang's expression changed dramatically as he looked at the pool of blood in front of him.
Then without any hesitation, he dived into it.
Nine crazy and violent auras searched everywhere in the blood pool. It was Xuan Ming's ancestral wizards who came back first.
Di Jiang ignored it and escaped directly into the deepest part of the blood pool.
The place where Father God's heart once stood was empty, with only flowing blood.
The heart that had been with them since Father God opened the sky has disappeared.
"roar!"
The Emperor River roared to the sky, the entire blood pool exploded instantly, and Sen Leng's murderous intention burst out, shooting straight into the sky.
"Who did this!!!" Di Jiang's cold words came out, and he was surrounded by substantial murderous intent.
The heart is the only gift left by God the Father to the Wu Clan, and it is also the sacred object that the entire Wu Clan relies on for survival. Now that he is missing, Di Jiang is so furious.
With a whooshing sound, Xuan Ming and others appeared one by one.
"Brother! Just when we came back, we noticed that Father God's heart had disappeared."
"The entire blood pool no longer has the breath of Father God's heart."
"Someone broke into the temple and stole the heart of God the Father!"
"Desecrate God the Father, kill, kill, kill!"
The roars were accompanied by the evil energy rising into the sky.
In the entire blood pool, endless waves rolled up, and violent blood evil energy roared and spewed out.
With a swishing sound, Dijiang quickly broke out of the blood pool and stood in the Pangu Temple.
Pangu Temple is their birthplace, and it is shrouded in terror all year round, not to mention this blood pool.
When ordinary creatures step into it, their bodies will instantly turn into blood, and the remaining soul will roughly evolve into a witch clan.
This is also the fundamental reason why no one has been protecting it for so many years.
Except for the witch clan, no living being can break into Pangu Temple.
Now, someone actually escaped into the blood pool and stole the heart of God the Father.
"Look! We must find this guy!" Di Jiang shouted with his eyes about to burst.
Faced with the loss of his father's heart, Di Jiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could no longer remain calm.
The heart is the foundation of the Witch Clan. Without the heart, how can we control the ancient world?
Dijiang broke out of the Pangu Temple and stood proudly in the air. His violent aura was released wildly, shattering a large space.
But in this world, he didn't feel any fluctuations in Father God's heart.
They were transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and they have an inexplicable resonance with the heart of God the Father. Who has such means to cover up?
Di Jiang didn't know, but no matter what, even if he searched the entire prehistoric world, he would find the heart of God the Father.
Choosing a random direction, Dijiang fled wildly.
There was a roar, and figures emerged one after another, and the remaining ancestral witches also rushed towards the temple in all directions.
On Buzhou Mountain, Tianyuan woke up from practice.
Feeling the violent aura in the air in the distance, I was a little glad that I didn't mess around just now.
With such fierce murderous intent reaching the sky, Tian Yuan had no doubt that the crazy ancestral witch would really hit his Buzhou Mountain.
If you really get entangled with them, it will be inconvenient to do things in the future. Maybe these guys will not fight the Demon Court, and they will only deal with him.
"The body of the ancestral witch cannot be exposed for the time being!" Tianyuan nodded and made a decision secretly.
They must not be informed until they have the strength to absolutely crush the ancestral witch.
Gonggong, who was already confused, was naturally confused by the reactions of his brothers and sisters.
What happened in Pangu Temple made the eldest brother so furious?
Before Gonggong came forward to ask, a figure escaped in front of him, it was Di Jiang who had just left.
Before Gonggong could speak, a cold voice rang in his ears: "Father God's heart has been stolen, find him!!!"
Although the stone man was annoying and made their ancestral witches very angry, it was nothing compared to the heart of Father God.
Gonggong's face was stunned, and he froze on the spot, and then endless anger spewed out of his chest.
Each of their ancestral shamans knew the importance of Father God's heart.
Now it has been stolen.
Gonggong couldn't hide his figure, but he directly appeared as an ancestral shaman, roaring and roaring.
He looked around and saw Buzhou Mountain in the distance, and became even more furious.
He was fine when he left the temple. It must have been because he was guarding Tianyuan that his home was robbed.
The more he thought about it, the angrier Gonggong felt, and the more he hated the Buzhou Mountain Stone Man.
roar!
With a roar, Gonggong's huge body ran directly towards Tianyuan.
All the spaces along the way were torn to pieces by him, and the bloody evil energy spurted out almost dyed the entire sky red.
Tian Yuan, who was just thinking about whether he could fish in troubled waters, saw Gong Gong coming from a distance, his eyes strange.
Only Gonggong came, and the other party probably wanted to vent their anger on him.
Tianyuan did not hesitate and fled directly into the mountain.
The ancestral witches were already furious, and he didn't want to get into trouble at this time.
boom!
Gonggong’s violent body fell down, the rocks exploded, and Mount Buzhou shook slightly.
Tian Yuan's head emerged from a distance, a flash of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
These ancestral witches are indeed getting more and more crazy!
The scene in front of him further strengthened Tian Yuan’s plan.
Until the Witch Clan has no new targets for firepower, the body of the Ancestral Witch cannot be easily exposed.
"Gonggong!"
Before Tianyuan could make any other moves, a low roar exploded in the sky.
Di Jiang and others naturally hated Tian Yuan, a stone man. If you don't leave the temple, who can steal the heart of God the Father?
But now that things have happened, finding the heart of God Father is the first priority, rather than wasting it on Tian Yuan.
Gonggong let out an unwilling roar, turned around and fled towards the distant sky.
They want to find the heart of God the Father and tear the blasphemer into pieces!
(End of this chapter)