Chapter 41 Gonggong’s confusion
At the mouth of the canyon, several shamans were waiting anxiously.
Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a scream in the valley, and a huge figure flew out.
They didn't see who it was, but a huge ax fell and hit not far away.
The ground shook slightly, raising thick dust. It was the weapon of the great witch just now!
The shamans were puzzled, and immediately turned their heads to look into the valley, when a huge force of power came over them.
With a thud, the shamans fell to the ground one by one, and a figure was vaguely visible.
It has a body with a python head, covered with black scales, with black dragons on its feet, and green pythons wrapped around its hands, shrouded in billowing evil aura.
Ancestral witch! He is the Gonggong ancestral witch, one of the twelve ancestral witches.
Several people who were lying on the ground quickly saluted and said, "Greetings to the ancestral witch Gonggong!"
They are weak, and even if they are lucky enough to see the ancestral witch, they can only take a look from a distance, and how can they feel it so close.
The surging Qi and blood, and the pervasive blood evil energy, made them tremble all over.
As soon as they finished speaking, several people felt their bodies tightening, and they were roughly grasped and lifted up by a big hand.
The dark scales glowed with cold light, and there was black energy flowing through them, which was breathtaking.
Several shamans lowered their heads and did not dare to look up at all.
"What happened to the Houtu tribe?" Gonggong's face was solemn, with doubt in his eyes.
He was indeed a member of the Houtu tribe, but he had only been there a thousand years ago, so how could something unexpected happen.
These two great witches under Hou Tu Meizi are among the best in the entire witch clan.
Even the demon clan in the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian couldn't help them, so how could they disappear inexplicably.
Besides, when the great witch dies, the ancestral witch will feel it, which is why he kicked Xingtian away just now.
Interrupting his retreat was a serious matter.
Feeling the trembling bodies of the shamans in his palms, Gonggong calmed down his momentum slightly.
One of them organized his conversation and told the story quickly and tremblingly.
Just by looking at him, Gonggong knew that the other party was not lying.
"All the great witches and tens of millions of clan members have disappeared?" Gonggong was startled, a little shocked.
Most of the witch clans were born in blood pools. With so many clansmen dying, it is impossible to avoid the perception of ancestral witches.
He met Hou Yi thousands of years ago and saw nothing unusual about that tribe.
From a distance, Xingtian ran back, picked up the dried bones that fell on the ground, and waited quietly by the side.
Gonggong looked at the Houtu tribe and said calmly: "What are you still doing here?"
"Ah?"
Such a big thing suddenly happened, and he was a little worried about Kuafu, so he wanted to go and take a look.
Gonggong turned his head slightly and glared at Xingtian, his meaning self-evident.
Xing Tian's strong body tensed up and he ran towards the distance.
The power of my ancestral witch is too strong, and now my chest is still numb.
Gonggong ignored Xing Tian who left and stepped out, the void beneath his feet was torn apart.
It didn't take long before he came to a tribe governed by Houtu.
Just looking down, Gonggong's face darkened. Sure enough, there was no shaman above the Golden Immortal.
Without stopping, Gonggong dragged the shamans and kept crossing the void. The confusion on Gonggong's face gradually turned into anger, and the dark evil energy came out of his body, shattering the void around him.
True to what the shaman in the palm said, all the people above the Golden Immortal disappeared.
It's just that so many clansmen died, why didn't he, as an ancestral witch, feel it, and why did the other party still leave some clansmen behind?
Gonggong is really puzzled!
The place where I saw Hou Yi before was filled with tribes stretching thousands of miles. Indeed, many figures are missing, and there is no aura of Hou Yi.
Leaving the trembling witches behind, the green python wrapped around Gonggong's arms plunged into the ground.
Not long after, the green python jumped out and wrapped itself around Gonggong's arm. He spat out the letter and made a hissing sound from his mouth.
"Stone man?" Gonggong looked strange.
The people of the Houtu tribe were actually captured by a stone man.
Because there is no physical death, the ancestral witches don't feel anything?
Why would a stone man capture so many witches?
Sullen Gonggong glanced at the little baby on his shoulder, but still chose to believe it.
Ignoring the several shamans on the ground, Gonggong followed the green python's guidance and escaped. But after a while, he frowned.
Buzhou Mountain, the green python is pointing to Buzhou Mountain, so the stone man comes from Buzhou Mountain?
Buzhou Mountain is the transformation of the backbone of Father God. Although it is not as good as the beginning of the world, it is also not something ordinary monsters can climb. How can a stone man have such ability?
The Wu tribe has lived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain for many years, but he has never seen any powerful stone men.
Looking at Mount Buzhou, which was very close at hand, the green python wrapped around his shoulders suddenly began to swim quickly.
With a swishing sound, he escaped into the ground again. After a few breaths, he poked his head out and let out a hissing sound.
"Kuafu and Hou Yi were captured by that stone man here?" Gonggong's face was solemn, with disbelief in his eyes.
Forget about ordinary witches, Kuafu and Hou Yi were not ordinary witches. How could a mere stone man have such abilities?
Feeling his master’s suspicion, the green python quickly made a quick sound.
Gonggong glanced at each other and looked at the towering Mount Buzhou in front of him.
Whether it's true or not, you can know everything by finding the stone man.
As if to prove that he was right, the green python straightened up and flew out in the air.
Gonggong followed behind. He wanted to see who dared to go against the Wu clan.
As Gonggong expected, the green python jumped up Buzhou Mountain, but what the other party did next made him a little puzzled.
Sniffing here, sniffing there, the green python was rushing around everywhere without any intention of stopping.
Under Gong Gong's confused eyes, the green python stopped and swam back with its head lowered.
"Is his scent everywhere here?"
Gonggong exclaimed in surprise and gave the green python a head with his backhand. "You idiot, are you stupid because of your cultivation?"
Nowadays, on Buzhou Mountain, how could there be the smell of stone people everywhere?
The green python climbed up with an aggrieved look on his face, his eyes filled with clear confusion.
Its search was obviously correct. Everywhere here was filled with the scent of the stone man, but it could not find him.
It seemed like the stone man was right next to him, but he couldn't figure him out.
The green python hanging on his arm looked down the mountain in confusion. Everything was fine when I was chasing him, but things were different when I climbed Mount Buzhou.
Gonggong no longer paid attention to the pet on his shoulder and strode towards Buzhou Mountain.
But as time went by, Gonggong's confusion became more and more serious.
He did not feel the death of Kuafu and others, but at such a close distance, he also did not sense Hou Yi's aura.
Great witches are different from ordinary witches. When they were conceived, they absorbed a trace of the essence and blood of their father.
As long as the distance is not too far, as an ancestral witch, he can clearly sense the other party.
(End of chapter)