Honghuang: I was born by Hou Tu Zu Wu - Chapter 11
In Zixiao Palace,
Daozu Hongjun offered his seat voluntarily, which was half a level lower than Ye Chen in Hou Tu Zu Wu’s belly!
Seeing this scene, the three thousand great powers who were already somewhat numb from shock still couldn’t help but stir up a storm in their hearts!
Even Hongjun, the first saint in the world, admitted that he was inferior to him!
What kind of monster is that!!
“Even the saint gave up his seat, what a great honor!! Too great!! After this sermon, I will definitely catch a big demon from the demon clan and celebrate with the witch clan!!!”
Outside the Zixiao Palace, Zhurong, one of the twelve witch ancestors, saw this scene. His heroic laughter contained the terrifying power of a quasi-saint, causing the chaotic airflow outside the Zixiao Palace to roll continuously!
“What a joy! It’s so great! One demon from the demon clan is not enough, we must capture a few demon saints of the Golden Immortal Realm and celebrate with the whole clan!”
Di Jiang, the eldest brother among the ancient witches, also laughed heartily!
“Well, if you ask me, those two mixed-feather birds would be perfect as a side dish for drinking. If they hadn’t had a broken clock, they could have killed them and had a side dish for drinking when the sermon was over!”
“……..”
The ancestor witches were talking about it, their faces were full of smiles and pride, they were even happier than when Hongjun gave up his seat to them!
It is said that uncles love their nephews!
Now seeing that their sister, the ancestor witch Hou Tu, has been so successful even before she was born, they are naturally very happy!
However.
Emperor Jun Donghuang, who was listening to the teachings in Zixiao Palace, became even uglier and gloomier after hearing the words of the ancestor witch!!
In front of the three thousand powerful men, the ancestor witch said that he would kill them for wine!
This was simply a slap in the face, which made the arrogant Emperor Jun Donghuang so angry!
But, he couldn’t beat him!
For now, he could only endure it!!
“The Tao is infinite, the mother of all things, the mother of creation………”
At this time, Hongjun sat on the cloud platform, half a level lower than Hou Tu Zu Wu, and continued to preach.
However, this preaching was far from comparable to the previous manifestation of the Three Thousand Great Daos and the evolution of the Forty-Nine Supremes!
However, it was long-lasting, lasting for a thousand years. The three thousand great powers below were also fascinated by it and continued to immerse themselves in the infinite sound of the Tao!
A thousand years passed in a flash.
The sound of Hongjun’s preaching suddenly stopped, and the people who were immersed in the preaching suddenly woke up, as if they were people who were extremely short of water in the desert and were still not satisfied with the preaching!
“This time, the sermon is about the way of Daluo Jinxian. Three thousand years later, Zixiao Palace will reopen and teach the way of Quasi-Saints!”
Hongjun’s expression returned to a calm state.
As soon as he finished speaking, the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, including the twelve ancestor witches, all felt an irresistible force coming. They only felt that their eyes were blurred and they had appeared in the chaos!
The Zixiao Palace had disappeared and was completely hidden in the chaos. Obviously, without the permission of Hongjun Daozu, no one below the saint could find the Zixiao Palace!
“this…Is this the power of a saint?”
The twelve witch ancestors, who had originally disdained Hongjun, calmed down a little after sensing Hongjun’s power, and their hearts trembled!
Their physical strength was simply the limit of the prehistoric world!
However, they couldn’t even resist the mysterious power that appeared just now!
For a moment, the twelve witch ancestors, including the three thousand great powers, finally had a clear understanding of the power of the first saint in the world!
Invincible!!
“This Hongjun is really good at pretending to be mysterious!”
However, compared to the solemn expressions of the twelve witch ancestors, Ye Chen, who was comfortably staying in the belly of Hou Tu, could not help but curl his lips!
The current Hongjun has not yet been in harmony with the way of heaven. Although he is the first saint in the world and is very strong, he is not invincible!
Let’s not talk about anything else.
The twelve witch ancestors now, as long as they use the great formation of the gods and demons of the sky, gather the infinite evil spirits of the wilderness, and summon Pangu’s true body, they can compete with Hongjun!!
Moreover, the witch ancestors in the witch clan are transformed from Pangu’s essence and blood, and their potential is absolutely infinite!
If the witches and demons had not fallen in the catastrophe, there might be twelve more saints in the wilderness in the future, and they would all be saints in the flesh, and there would be no Sanqing Nuwa at all!
Of course, the nine in the wilderness are the extreme, and the twelve are perfect!
The limit of the saints that can be carried between heaven and earth is only twelve!
This is why!
The great catastrophe of fierce beasts, the reincarnation of many chaotic demons! The great catastrophe of
Longhan, the dragon, phoenix and unicorn!
The witch and demon catastrophe, the twelve witch ancestors, Di Jun Donghuang, etc….
The reason why all these strong men were cleared out!
It was purely because the prehistoric world could not bear it!
Of course, Ye Chen had a way to deal with this! However, he had not yet transformed, so all he could do was to increase the foundation of the Wu clan!
“Ding, the innate gourd vine is about to mature, and the god-level options are enabled:
Option 1: Do nothing, let the gourd vine be divided up by other great masters, reward, shorten the birth time by 500 years!
Option 2: Let the Wu clan ancestor go to grab the gourd, the gourd vine and the Nine Heavens Xiran, the yellow gourd, give it to Nuwa, the red gourd to Hongyun, and the purple gourd to Taiqing Laozi, and make friends with the future saint! Reward, shorten the birth time by 1,000 years!
Option 3: Let the Wu clan ancestor go to grab the gourd, grab the entire gourd vine, and transplant it all to the Wu clan Pangu Temple, leaving none behind! Reward, shorten the birth time by 2,000 years, a pool of Sanguang Shenshui!”………
