Beside Netherworld Sea of Blood, a heavy dead silence enveloped the eleven Ancestral Witch.
Losing Houtu's 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation' is like cutting off an arm.
Dijiang stared at Houtu, whose temperament had completely transformed, with deep eyes.
Houtu's eyes were lowered, guilt and attachment intertwined.
Finally, it was Dijiang who broke the silence. "Don't worry! What Taiqing said may not be completely unreasonable.
This Netherworld Reincarnation, isn't it a Path to Survival left for me Witch Race...?"
Zhurong and Gonggong on the side were stunned when they heard this, and they couldn't believe that Dijiang actually said such words!
Only Zhu Jiuyin saw time passing through his eyes, seeming to have glimpsed some kind of heavy future, silently.
Dijiang continued, his tone not allowing for refutation. "As for Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation..."
Looking at the ten brothers behind him, Dijiang pondered for a moment and said, "Just find a top Great Witch in the tribe to replace you!
I think Chi You in the girl tribe is good..."
Dijiang's eyes were blazing, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. "His Daoist heart is as solid as a rock, his magical power is almost comparable to that of Ancestral Witch, and he is even more capable of fighting.
Gathering the ancestral blood of the entire clan and receiving the divine empowerment! Chi You may not be able to... achieve the body of 'Ancestral Witch' and support the operation of the formation!"
I feel the heavy determination and hidden tragedy beneath Dijiang's calmness.
Houtu Without any more words, the lotus steps moved lightly, the jade hand was raised, and the fingertips burst out with dazzling light!
That is the condensed essence of her Earth Ancestral Witch origin and the new holy way of reincarnation.
An earth-yellow Tao seed that is neither gold nor stone, containing the weight of the earth and the mystery of reincarnation, slowly takes shape surrounded by endless runes, and falls into the palm of Dijiang.
"Brother... this is my understanding of the two paths of earth and reincarnation. If it is integrated into Chi You's body, it may be able to help him!"
Dijiang Holding the Tao Seed tightly in his palm, feeling the majestic, vast, familiar and friendly power in it, he finally showed a smile.
He tried to dispel the heavy atmosphere and changed the subject. "Don't worry! I, Witch Race, will never lose!"
After a pause, looking at the lonely Netherworld, Dijiang said, "There is something wrong with you practicing here alone..."
I asked Jiu Feng to bring some tribesmen to practice here and accompany you.
Netherworld's aura matches that of our clan, and having you here may also be an opportunity for them."
Houtu looked at Dijiang, who was forced to smile with unconcealable exhaustion and determination. His eyes were slightly hot, and he nodded heavily, with a hint of unnoticeable choking in his voice.
"Well! My little sister is here... waiting for the good news of my brother's victory!"
Houtu knew that Dijiang arranged for her tribe to come here not only to accompany her, but also to leave seeds for Witch Race.
Netherworld, or become the last refuge of Witch Race.
The message that Houtu had attained enlightenment and was imprisoned in the netherworld by Hongjun heaven was like thunder Yao Race Heavenly Court.
Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Dijun The relief of hearing the good news for the first time has long gone. Sitting high on the throne, his face is as sinking as water.
Below Kunpeng's eyes rolled, the flame of revenge in Xihe's eyes was unquenchable, Bai Ze pinched his fingers to calculate, Fuxi closed his eyes and remained silent, the atmosphere was as solemn as an abyss.
Dijun breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Houtu has become a saint, Hongjun is forbidden by heaven! Even if Hunyuan Sage is enlightened, he cannot intervene against the lich Decisive Battle.
If Houtu could take action... Dijun felt a chill in his heart.
Witch Race is already tough, and with the addition of Houtu, the Supreme Saint of Hunyuan... What is the chance of winning between Great Formation of the Stars and Witch-Slaying Sword, which was made with Human Race's immeasurable soul and resentment?
Thinking of this, Dijun couldn't help but look in the direction of the Wa Huang Palace again.
Saint Nuwa... is the mother of Human Race after all. As for Demon Race Empress Wa? It's just a name in vain.
Expect her to fight against the sanctified Houtu? Absolutely impossible!
The sense of crisis is like a tarsal maggot.
Dijun looked at the pale queen Xihe next to her, who was pale and full of stubborn hatred, and said solemnly, "Houtu's evolution and reincarnation left a way out for Witch Race!
My Demon Race, the bloodline cannot be cut off! You take Little Ten and go to the Wa Huang Palace immediately! Seek to see His Majesty Empress Wa, think of the love of blood, Demon Race's luck, protect Little Ten!"
Xihe's eyes were cold, with deep hatred in his eyes. "If you don't break Houyi's body into thousands of pieces with your own hands, and cut his soul into pieces to comfort my son's spirit in heaven! I will never leave the battlefield for even half a step! Let Little Ten go to the Wa Huang Palace by himself!"
Seeing Xihe immersed in the pain of losing his son, Dijun felt bitterness in his heart.
I can't persuade her! She has already gone crazy.
Taking a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in Dijun's eyes. "That's it!"
After surviving the calamity of death, Nine Golden Crows's luck has increased, and Little Ten's qualifications and luck have greatly increased!
Now Little Ten has broken through the realm of Great Luo Dao Lord and is enough to shoulder the important task of inheriting Demon Race.
He will personally take this last bloodline seed to the Wa Huang Palace!
Even though there is a rift between Witch-Slaying Sword and Nuwa, the worship of Demon Race Heavenly Court's Fortune for hundreds of millions of years is well worth it!
To protect Little Ten who is not deeply involved in Tribulation, given Saint Nuwa's temperament, and the pressure of Houtu to become a saint...Nuwa may not agree.
This matter cannot be left to others!
Only by safely delivering Little Ten to the Wa Huang Palace can he completely let go of his scruples, mobilize the power of the Demon Race family, and carry out the final Decisive Battle with that Witch Race!
Western Mount Sumeru dojo.
By the side of Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Saint Jieyin's face was filled with sorrow and became even heavier, causing Golden Lotus in the pool to lose its luster.
Saint Zhunti beside him had no sorrow in his eyes, but a glint in his eyes, as if he was making quick calculations.
"Senior brother, Sanqing Split, your destiny is already cracked.
Now Houtu has achieved enlightenment... but is imprisoned in the netherworld! This is the opportunity given to me Western Lands by God!"
Zhunti's voice was filled with a hint of unnoticeable excitement. "Eastern Mysterious Gate, Sanqing internal gaps are beginning to appear, Tongtian Interception Sect is a mixed bag, now Witch-Demon Calamity is coming, Primordial World people's hearts are scattered, and there are many people with karma!
It is the time for us to open the gates of the mountain widely, to purify the fate, and to 'transform' the fine materials and jade from the East!"
Jieyin let out a long sigh, and the path was full of sorrow. "Even so...Houtu, fellow Daoist, has mercifully enlightened me, but... alas...Witch-Demon Calamity, all life is in ruins, and on the road to my Western Lands ambition, the thorns are deeper, and the debt... is also bigger."
Saint Jieyin feels sorry for the endless Karmic Force Entanglement.
Zhunti didn't take it seriously, but became more determined. "It is precisely because Tribulation is so tragic that I need to teach Du'e!
Senior brother, it's time for me to go to the East again! A good relationship is fleeting!"
Looking at the eastern region, Zhunti seemed to have seen countless monks and even powerful men who were desperate in Tribulation and regarded Western Lands as the promised land of salvation.
Southern Region of the Primordial World There are many things happening, but deep inside the Qingxu Mountain veins, there is a peaceful Human Race pure land.
Outside the protective formation, Demonic Aura's demonic shadows dispersed, and the direction where the billions of surviving Human Race worshiped devoutly was exactly where Lu Yuan's dojo was.
On the white jade platform, Lu Yuan felt something in his heart. He suddenly raised his head and looked to the southwest. His eyes seemed to penetrate endless time and space and landed on Netherworld Sea of Blood!
Within Purple Mansion Ancestral Aperture, the fruit of the path of life and death transformed by Diagram of Life and Death trembled slightly, and the shadow of Life and Death Wheel rotated crazily, creating a mysterious resonance with the new and majestic power of the holy path of reincarnation!
"Empress Houtu..." Lu Yuan whispered in a low voice, a look of understanding and admiration flashing through his eyes. "It was actually Merger with Dao who transformed into Six Paths of Reincarnation... with a heart of compassion, he attained the Great Dao of Hunyuan!"
After carefully recalling the arrival of the magnificent power of Profound Yellow Merit that I felt, a trace of Great Dao Authority that belongs to "earth" and a new supreme power of Dao Might that governs the cycle of life and death spread out.
Lu Yuan's mind raced. "Netherworld Reincarnation... This pair of talismans absorbs the true meaning of Heaven and Earth Laws's evolution. Perhaps there is also circumstantial evidence?
Empress Houtu Opening up this path... is really Primordial World a blessing to all souls!"
Sit quietly for a moment, and Lu Yuan settles this sentiment into his heart.