Chapter 26 The Return of the Ancestral Witch
Outside the prehistoric world, the earth, wind, water, and fire are gushing out, and there are hidden thunders and flashes of chaos.
In the turbulent chaos, ten figures crossed across and plunged into the starry sky.
They have strange shapes, but without exception, they are tall and stalwart, and they are all surrounded by billowing evil spirits. They are the famous ancestral witches of the ancient land.
Seeing the familiar world in front of them, all the figures secretly exhaled, and then it turned into a chorus of curses.
"Phew! Finally returned to the primitive world."
"If I weren't an ancestral witch, how could I be so relaxed?"
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have gone. It would have caused me to run back and forth for more than two thousand years."
"That is, if we meditate in the temple, we will all break through to a new level."
Most of them cursed, and the remaining few who had not spoken had angry expressions on their faces.
Obviously, he was very angry about this trip to chaos.
More than two thousand years ago, Hongjun's Taoist message spread throughout the world, and those who were destined could go to Zixiao Palace to listen to it.
Many of the ancestral witches looked down upon him, but the glorious holy power still made them quite afraid.
Under Hou Tu and Xuan Ming's repeated requests, they planned to go to the Chaos Zixiao Palace to have a look first.
With the powerful body of the ancestral witch, it took more than a thousand years to find Zixiao Palace, which was more than half faster than the three thousand years set by Hongjun. This made many ancestral witches very proud.
But who knew that in front of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun closed the door tightly and asked them to wait outside Zixiao Palace.
The dignified ancestral witch had never suffered such injustice. Even the leader of the ancestral witches, Di Jiang, who had some intention to come earlier, was secretly angry.
If he hadn't been concerned about Hongjun's strength, he would have smashed down the palace door.
How could the angry ancestral witches be left behind? Houtu and Xuanming couldn't suppress these angry brothers at all.
After waiting for two or three days, Di Jiang and others, who were impatient, returned the same way one by one. Only Hou Tu and Xuan Ming stayed.
Having been there once, it was much easier to come back, it just took hundreds of years.
The ancestral witch Zhu Rong, who had the head of a beast, was covered in red scales, had fire snakes in his ears, and had fire dragons on his feet, said loudly: "Now that we are back, we will be able to bring the power of the witch clan to unify the entire ancient land!"
"Not bad, not bad!" Ancestor Wu Tianwu, with eight human faces and a tiger body and ten tails, agreed softly.
The ancestral shamans nearby, such as Gonggong and Qiangliang, also agreed one after another.
Although he left everything in the hands of the great witches of various tribes before leaving, it would definitely be faster with them in person.
They are confident that by the time the lecture in Zixiao Palace is completed, the ancient land will be ruled by the Wu Clan.
The remaining ancestral wizards such as Goumang did not speak, but looked at Di Jiang beside them.
Dijiang, the head of the twelve ancestral witches, is shaped like a yellow sac, red like red fire, has six legs and four wings, and is faceless. He is the ancestral witch with the speed of space.
Although many ancestral witches have bad tempers, the elder brother still has the final say in major matters in the clan.
Di Jiang turned around slightly, as if there were two eyes piercing through the endless chaos, seeing the mysterious palace floating in the earth, wind, water and fire.
"You can leave this matter to the great shaman of the clan. We will explain it later and go to the temple for meditation immediately."
When they went to Zixiao Palace this time, there were only a handful of people who could go with them, and there were not many people in front of Zixiao Palace.
Di Jiang didn't pay much attention to the Da Luo Jinxian from the ancient land, but Yu Hongjun still had some scruples.
Hongjun preached that those Da Luo Jinxian would definitely gain something, and they could not leave behind.
Moreover, many of the great witches in the clan have become Daluo Jinxian. There is no rival in the present era, so why should they take action?
After hearing what Di Jiang said, Zhu Rong and other ancestral witches didn't say anything.
If they want to stabilize the dominance of the witch clan, their ancestral witches are the top priority.
"Go back to your respective tribes. It's up to you to go back to Houtu and Xuanming's tribes." As he spoke, Di Jiang glanced at Gonggong and Zhurong beside him. Gonggong and his two men nodded in agreement. Houtu and his two tribes were close to them and they were just passing by.
During the flight, Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the towering Mount Buzhou in the distance and exclaimed loudly: "Brother, the will of the Father on Mount Buzhou seems to be much stronger."
Upon hearing this, several ancestral witches who had escaped in the starry sky quickly turned their heads and looked sideways.
"Seriously!"
"That's right! Father God's will is strong, and the power of Buzhou Mountain has also increased greatly."
"This is the great rise of our witch clan, which will lead to the unification of our witch clan."
Many ancestral witches praised loudly, with joy in their eyes.
Even Di Jiang, who was always solemn, could hear faint laughter.
Buzhou Mountain represents the will of God the Father, and this is the most direct manifestation.
When they reached the top of Buzhou Mountain, many ancestral shamans separated, Gonggong took the lead and flew to the area under Houtu's jurisdiction.
On a high peak among the mountains, the great witch Houyi looked towards Buzhou Mountain, his face a little solemn.
When the Witch Clan army passed by, no demon Clan could resist it.
The few times he took action, he was just a guy at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. One arrow is enough!
It’s just that it’s been hundreds of years since Kuafu left, and his brother hasn’t come back yet.
Hou Yi was naturally very sure of Kua Fu's strength, and there was hardly anyone in the entire Wu clan who could match his prowess.
But there was no response for such a long time, which really puzzled Hou Yi.
At this moment, a powerful force rolled up from the sky, and Hou Yi looked stunned.
In the void, a majestic figure appeared with the body of a python head, covered with black scales, with black dragons on his feet and a green python in his hands. He was none other than Gong Gong, the ancestral witch of water among the twelve ancestral witches.
Hou Yi did not dare to hesitate and flew forward. "Hou Yi met Zuwu Gonggong!"
But there was some doubt in my heart, how could the ancestral witches come back so soon after they went to Chaos Zixiao Palace together.
Gonggong nodded slightly, glanced at the distant tribes, and said in a deep voice: "Are there any obstacles to this trip?"
"Hui Ancestor Witch! The demon clan is weak and it is difficult for anyone to resist the brave warriors in the clan." Hou Yi responded respectfully.
Gonggong nodded, he had expected this, and this was just a formality. Although he was surprised not to see Kuafu, the great witch, Gonggong didn't think much about it.
"Houtu will stay in Chaos. We will come back first. If there is something urgent, we can go to the temple."
After saying this, Gonggong did not wait for Hou Yi's response, tore open the void and escaped into it.
Seeing Gonggong disappear, Hou Yi glanced in the direction of Buzhou Mountain and headed towards the dense tribe behind him.
Although he was a little surprised that Hou Tu didn't come back, Hou Yi didn't think much about it.
The Daluo Jinxian all went to Chaos, and for the expansion of the tribe, their great witches were enough.
As for the matter of Kuafu, if the ancestor witch Houtu asked, he would tell him clearly.
The other ancestral witches came to inquire. He did not want to weaken the reputation of his own ancestral witches, and Hou Yi believed in his brother.
However, there was no news from Kuafu for a long time, so he planned to send someone to investigate.
At the foot of the distant Buzhou Mountain, Kuafu exuded a strong and violent aura, with only that distant figure in his eyes.
It has been a hundred years, and he has been chasing for another hundred years, but he still cannot catch up with this hateful stone man.
He thought about contacting his brother Hou Yi, but he just couldn't bear to do so.
Obviously this stone man is no match for him.
Just those tribesmen who were captured
(End of this chapter)