Chapter 71 Calabash Baby Transplants Spiritual Roots
Kunpeng created the demon literature and passed down the method of cultivation, and all the demon clans in the prehistoric era were grateful.
Only the few ancestral shamans in Pangu Temple all looked annoyed, with angry expressions on their faces.
Not only because of the merits entrenched in the sky, but also because of the three thousand demonic texts that appeared in front of him at this moment.
They are the witch clan and the Pangu sect, so why do they need these demonic writings? This is an insult to them.
Gonggong smashed the characters into pieces with one punch and shouted angrily: "The demon clan has demon characters, so we, the witch clan, should also have our own characters."
"That's right! Brother, the Wu clan should also create its own Wu culture." Zhu Rong echoed loudly, agreeing with Gonggong's words for the first time.
Although the remaining Xuan Ming and other ancestral wizards did not speak, they all nodded heavily.
Whether or not the witchcraft is useful is one thing, but if the demon clan has it, they, the witch clan, must also have it.
Di Jiang had a sullen face, looked at the excited Gonggong and Zhu Rong, and solemnly said: "In this case, the creation of Wuwen will be left to you two."
ah? ? ?
Zhu Rong and Gonggong were stunned and froze in the field.
The Wu clan has always relied on their fists to speak, and the Ancestral Wus even more so. They have never used their brains, let alone creating writing to develop their brains.
"It's related to the inheritance of the Wu Clan. You two are fully responsible for it. Don't slack off!" Di Jiang explained and sank directly into the blood pool.
Seeing this, the rest of Xuan Ming and others scrambled to escape one by one and began to meditate with their eyes closed.
It was originally a lively blood pool, but in the blink of an eye, only Gonggong and Zhu Rong were left staring with big eyes.
The gurgling pool of blood fell into an extreme silence.
They had no idea at all about creating witchcraft and had absolutely no way of starting.
The two people looked at each other, and finally had no choice but to crawl out of the blood pool.
The eldest brother has spoken, and it concerns the entire Wu clan, so they have no choice but to refuse.
"Gonggong! What do you think?" Zhu Rong looked at Gonggong angrily.
You shouldn't have agreed with the other party just now, otherwise why would you take on such an arduous task?
Gonggong gasped, his eyes filled with anger, and he wanted to vent.
Zhu Rong understood Gong Gong's eyes and strode towards the outside of Pangu Temple.
Let’s not mention the creator of witchcraft in advance, let’s talk about the fight.
Zhu Rong, who had already walked out of Pangu Temple, frowned slightly, but Gonggong didn't follow him out.
Among the twelve ancestral witches, they were incompatible and fought the most. Zhu Rong also knows Gonggong best, which is not like the other party's style.
Turning around, he saw Gonggong standing at the entrance of the temple, staring blankly at the stone door of the temple.
"Gonggong! Come out yet!" If he hadn't been afraid of disturbing the elder brothers' retreat, he would have rushed up and punched him.
How many times have we gone back and forth to Pangu Temple? What’s so interesting about a gate.
Gonggong did not reply, but shouted excitedly: "Zhu Rong, come here quickly."
Um?
Zhu Rong, who appeared as the ancestral witch, suppressed his anger and walked back.
Glancing at Shimen, Zhu Rong said solemnly: "I'm very angry right now, let's calm down first!"
With the bloody aura billowing out, he just wanted to give Gonggong a good beating. This was much easier than creating a witchcraft.
"Wuwen! Wuwen!" Gonggong rubbed the stone door, his face full of excitement.
Zhu Rong, who was fuming, looked stunned when he heard the words, and looked at the Taoist pattern engraved on the stone door in astonishment.
Zhu Rong's face instantly darkened, and Zhu Rong said angrily: "I'm asking you to create witchcraft, not just to fool my eldest brother."
Find a few Dao patterns on the stone gate and treat them as the witch inscriptions of the witch clan. You have no brains to think of me as the eldest brother.
"This is Wuwen. If I say it is Wuwen, it is Wuwen!" Gonggong said seriously as he looked at the mysterious Taoist patterns on the stone walls of the temple.
Kunpeng created three thousand demon inscriptions. There are more than three thousand dao inscriptions on the Pangu Temple, and they are definitely stronger than them. Zhu Rong's eyes were blank, and it seemed that what he said made some sense.
"Okay, okay! This is the text of our witch clan!"
Before Zhu Rong could speak, he heard loud and wild laughter in the hall.
The blood pool surged, and figures escaped one after another.
Xuan Ming and other ancestral shamans looked at the dense Dao patterns around them, feeling more and more happy as they looked at them.
The Pangu Temple was transformed from the heart of the Father God. These Dao lines were born with inscriptions. What could be more suitable to become witchcraft than them.
This is a relic from God the Father and will be passed down by the Wu Clan. This is what the true Pangu Sect should do.
"Hahaha, I just said these are all witchcraft." Gonggong raised his head and glanced at Zhu Rong proudly.
The task assigned by the eldest brother was completed by him in just a few breaths.
Among the ancestral witches, Gonggong is indeed the smartest!
As he spoke, Gonggong proudly touched his python head, feeling very happy.
"Now that the witchcraft text has been discovered, we quickly sorted it out and spread it to all the witchcraft tribes." Di Jiang came back and looked at everyone in the hall.
Many ancestral witches nodded in agreement. The demonic writings were spread throughout the ancient world, and they could not be left behind.
After rubbing all the Dao patterns in the entire temple and offering sacrifices in the temple, the eleven ancestral witches determined the characters of the witch clan.
As for what Heaven’s Way can teach it? They, the witch clan, do not respect heaven and there is no need for this.
For the sake of efficiency, the eleven ancestral witches all left the temple and returned to their respective tribes to start passing down the witchcraft.
Because the method of cultivation was passed down, the entire prehistoric era fell into a cultivation frenzy.
In the early days, except for a few innate gods, almost all living things in the prehistoric era just instinctively breathed out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the efficiency was very slow.
Now that I have the method of cultivation, breakthroughs and fluctuations are echoing in the ancient world.
Thanks to the kindness of the demon master, more and more great demons are pouring into the Demon Court, including the Great Luo Jinxian.
Tian Yuan, who was meditating in a canyon in Buzhou Mountain, suddenly opened his eyes.
He frowned slightly and looked at a place in Buzhou Mountain.
Bitter bamboo! There is actually no scent of bitter bamboo on Buzhou Mountain.
To prevent someone from stealing his home, he left a trace of Qi on those top-quality innate spiritual roots.
As long as there is any abnormal movement around, Tianyuan will be aware of it immediately, but the aura of Kuzhu just disappeared out of thin air.
In the entire Buzhou Mountain, he was the only one who could do this, and of course now there was an extra gourd boy.
After calming down, Bu Zhoushan's will can be revealed. Tian Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared from the scene instantly.
In Buzhou Mountain's consciousness, Tian Yuan appeared on the sacred mountain, looking towards the eastern land.
On the slightly gray ground, he saw a faint rhyme swaying, which was particularly conspicuous.
And beside the rhyme light, stood a child, it was the Calabash Baby.
Calabash Baby transplanted the bitter bamboo into Buzhou Mountain's consciousness space, and also planted it outside the earth's veins full of free will.
Tianyuan took a deep breath, and his figure instantly appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
There, the bitter bamboo bloomed with gleaming brilliance, holding up a medium-sized light curtain on the gray earth.
There was a free will in the air, and the bitter bamboo in the middle swayed slightly, absorbing the will easily.
Vaguely, Tianyuan noticed that the light curtain seemed to expand a little.
Can innate spiritual roots have such an effect?
(End of chapter)