Chapter 52 Hou Tu’s shock
"Houtu! I have admired my name for a long time!" Tianyuan cupped his hands and looked up and down at the empress Houtu of later generations.
Although he is in human form, he is indeed very different from other ancestral witches.
Even though the remaining ancestral witches have not manifested their bodies, they still have a violent aura escaping from their bodies, and their eyes are undisguisedly violent and ferocious.
But looking carefully at the Houtu in front of me, it actually gives people a gentle feeling.
If you don't know its roots, you won't be able to contact the ancestral witch at all.
Hou Tu was stunned for a moment, becoming more and more confused.
She is the youngest among the twelve ancestral witches, and her reputation is not great. The stone man really came after her.
"I wonder what you call me?" Hou Tu walked forward slowly and looked at the stone man in front of him carefully.
Even at such a close distance, I still couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation.
It can be exaggerated to say that if she hadn't seen him with her eyes, she wouldn't have noticed the other person's existence at all.
Hou Tu had an inexplicable illusion that the stone man was completely integrated with the Buzhou Mountain at his feet.
Glancing at Gungun who had his head buried in the ground not far away, Tianyuan said calmly: "Tianyuan!"
Hou Tu thought in his mind, and it seemed that this was the first time he heard this name in his endless years of practice.
Hou Tu did not ask about the clan members, but asked out of curiosity: "My Taoist friend Tianyuan is so profound, why has Hou Tu not heard of it before?"
It is a bit strange to be unknown in the prehistoric era and not even go to the Zixiao Palace to preach.
Tianyuan smiled and did not answer the other party, but asked: "I dare to ask my friend, what is the meaning of the existence of the Wu clan?"
Hou Tu was stunned for a moment, not expecting Tian Yuan to ask such a question. Then he thought of the many clansmen Tian Yuan had captured.
God the Father created the world and incarnated all things, and their twelve ancestral witches were all transformed by their essence and blood.
After countless Huiyuan practices, the ancestral shamans emerged one by one.
Later, I felt that the temple was a little deserted, so I used the remaining blood of the Father God to breed many great witches, and then countless witches.
As for the meaning of the Witch Clan's existence, she had not thought about this issue.
Probably like many living beings in the prehistoric times, they survive and practice, but this is obviously not the answer Tianyuan needs.
After pondering for a moment, Hou Tu responded softly: "Adhering to Father God's will, we will rule this world for Father God."
The prehistoric world was opened by God the Father, and they are the Pangu sect, so it should be like this.
A hint of sadness flashed in Tian Yuan's eyes, which was probably the real reason why the Wu Clan wanted to unify the ancient world.
However, the ancestral witches have absorbed the turbid energy from the sky, and ordinary witches are surrounded by evil spirits. They are all a group of violent people.
I am afraid that only the Wu Clan themselves believe that they have the ability to manage the prehistoric world.
Obviously, the current Hou Tu has not seen the suffering of the creatures in the future.
Tianyuan did not speak, but slowly stretched out his right hand, with a weak will surrounding it.
"Father God's will is really Father God's will!" Hou Tu finally couldn't remain calm and walked forward with a face full of shock.
Although she knew it from her brother's mouth, seeing it with her own eyes still shocked her.
Houtu stretched out his hands tremblingly, stroking the invisible fluctuations, his shock mixed with piety.
Tianyuan didn't move, just looked at the other party quietly.
Pangu is the supreme being in the hearts of the Wu clan, and this will is enough to explain any problem.
At present, it seems that it is also effective for Houtu.
How could the other ancestral witches be so calm? They were afraid that they would just think that he had blasphemed Pangu, and they wanted to capture him and study him for a while.
In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that the ancestral witch has a bad temper and claims to be the authentic Pangu sect.
Unexpectedly, Bu Zhoushan's will was closely related to the stone man, so he was extremely angry. Hou Tu took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and looked at Tian Yuan in confusion: "Why is this happening?"
She was the ancestral witch, a stone man who appeared out of nowhere and could control Buzhou Mountain's will at will.
Tian Yuan did not answer Hou Tu, but turned to look at the boundless eastern land: "This is the mission of the Wu Clan to sort out the ancient earth's veins, revive Buzhou Mountain's will, and stabilize the ancient world."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Yuan was slightly startled, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
Even as the rumbling sound came from above, Buzhou Mountain exuded a strong momentum, and the entire mountain began to explode.
It was really timely, and a branch was opened at this time.
Hou Tu's eyes were dull, staring at the scene in front of him.
At this moment, in her eyes, it was as if Tianyuan controlled Buzhou Mountain at will.
Buzhou Mountain, transformed from the backbone of God the Father, stood in the center of the ancient world at the beginning of the world. In the past, calamities were measured and countless ferocious beasts that caused trouble in the world were killed.
Hou Tu never thought that one day Buzhou Mountain would be controlled by others.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it even to death.
Tianyuan didn't speak anymore, just looked at Houtu quietly, it was time for the other party to make a decision.
After a while, Buzhou Mountain stopped growing, and Hou Tu felt vaguely that the will surrounding Buzhou Mountain had become much thicker.
As expected, the Buzhou Mountains that my brother said had skyrocketed all the time were all done by stone men.
Houtu took a deep breath and faced Tianyuan: "So Kuafu and those clan members are dredging the earth's veins?"
"Not bad!" Tianyuan nodded and admitted generously.
He was not surprised that Hou Tu knew that Kua Fu and others were not dead.
"Take me to the ground!" Hou Tu no longer had any doubts and chose to believe in Tian Yuan.
Tianyuan glanced at the foot of Buzhou Mountain and said softly: "The rest of the ancestral witches?"
Only by thoroughly convincing the twelve ancestral witches can he bring all the witch clans with him, and Tian Yuan also has some ideas about the blood pool in Pangu Temple.
The transformation of Pangu's heart may be of great use not only in clearing the earth's veins, but also in reviving the will of Buzhou Mountain.
Hou Tu naturally knew what Tian Yuan was thinking, but he sighed slightly in his heart, and then responded softly: "When I see the earth veins with my own eyes, I will help you convince them."
It's just that Hou Tu has no idea about this idea at all.
As the Wu clan continues to grow, many brothers, including the eldest brother, only want to unify the world.
The Wu Clan is the Pangu sect, and they are the masters of the prehistoric world!
Tian Yuan saw the strangeness in Hou Tu’s eyes, and was not surprised.
The ancestral witch was already irritable, and with the calamity rising in the world, he was afraid that he would become even crazier.
Otherwise, in the decisive battle between the lich and the demons, why would everyone be crazy and self-destructing? Gonggong even broke the Buzhou Mountain that represented Pangu's will.
Tian Yuan was already very satisfied that Hou Tu could take the initiative to help convince him.
"Let go of yourself and I'll take you there!"
Bu Zhoushan's will was not strong enough, and he could not forcefully take an ancestral witch there.
Choosing to believe in Tianyuan, Hou Tu did not hesitate at all. Instantly, a familiar aura rose from beneath her feet and slowly enveloped her.
This feeling is the embrace of God the Father. She hasn't felt it since she transformed.
Just as this thought passed through my mind, a thick, vast aura hit my face in the blink of an eye.
Looking at it, a sacred mountain shrouded in rich black and yellow aura towers before our eyes.
"Is this God the Father?" Hou Tu was dumbfounded, then staggered forward.
(End of chapter)