Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 319
When Houtu heard this, his eyelids twitched, and he said: "If the Taoist insists on going his own way, just take me down.

Although Houtu is not an opponent, even if he is suppressed, the ten brothers and sisters will arrive immediately, and it is time for Brother Dijiang to go to Kunlun Mountain. "

Qingling narrowed his eyes, "The Houtu Ancestral Witch thought Sanqing would attack me?"

"That may not be the case. It's just that although the Pangu luck that Sanqing sees in you does not make a move, because of the Tai Chi Dao dispute, I will definitely stop the four emperors, the Sanqing is one, the demon clan is dragged down, and my clan is tens of thousands of people. Whether it's slaughtering the monster clan or attacking Jianmu, all three will suffer!" Houtu stared at him and said word by word the plan he had prepared.

Qing Ling didn't answer the question, but said directly: "Fifteen drops! Not even one drop will do."

Seeing this, Houtu was relieved, after all, she never wanted things to go to the worst.

"There is also Shebishi's head, plus Jumang, fifteen drops!"

Qingling sneered, "Fifteen drops of Pangu's blood, for two ancestor witches, that's the limit!"

"What two ancestral witches?" Houtu was startled, and immediately stepped out and was about to retreat. She only thought about planning to save people, but she didn't expect that once she stepped on Jianmu, she would become the opponent's bargaining chip again.

It's a pity that her reaction was already a step late, or no matter how the Wu Clan planned and calculated, when they sent someone to exchange, they had already fallen into the trap.

Qing Ling stretched out his hand to touch the starry sky below him, and the star sea suddenly flickered all over the sky. Tens of thousands of stars were spinning around, moving the sky, and the weight of building wood was grafted and moved, and suppressed out of thin air!

31 The weight of Zhongtian was transferred to Houtu out of thin air, and even Zuwu's real body was suppressed and fell to the ground before he could use it in the future.

Qingling glanced at the panicked Jumang, and said: "Although no one went back to send a message, the twelve ancestor witches are connected by heart, and the other ten probably know it too.

Bringing fifteen drops of Pangu's blood, I came to exchange for the two ancestor witches to go back. "

At the same time, in the Pangu Palace, the nine ancestral witches were furious. They only cared about whether Qingling agreed or not, but they didn't expect that he was just fishing, and the Wu clan was caught by Houtu, an indispensable existence.

Qing Ling never thought that he could take away 36 drops of Pangu's blood, even three or five drops would be enough for him to change.

It's just that he asked for a price as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if he cut it in half, the Wu Clan would never agree.

But now that the Houtu ancestor witch is here, the fifteen drops of Pangu's blood, the witch clan has to agree if they don't agree.

On Kunlun Mountain, Di Jiang flashed out, looking in Jianmu's direction, his eyes were full of anger, but when he thought of what Sanqing said in Kunlun Mountain, his eyes turned cold, and the future will be long!

When Di Jiang returned to the ancestral witch hall, the nine ancestral witches all looked at him, waiting to make up their minds.

Di Jiang is the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Emperor Zun of the Witch Clan, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches have the greatest say, followed by Houtu, followed by Zhu Jiuyin, and the other three Ancestral Witches of Fengshui and Fire. The last are the other six ancestor witches.

Di Jiang looked at the brothers and sister Xuanming, and sighed, "Take fifteen drops of the blood of the father and God, and exchange it with sister Tu and fifth brother."

"What! Did we just suffer from being dumb like this?" Gonggong said angrily.

"Brother, let's go directly to chop off his Jianmu and destroy him!" Zhu Rong said aggressively.

Di Jiang frowned, "Shut up! Don't you listen to me?"

The resentment of the nine ancestor witches was suppressed.

Only then did Di Jiang slowly say: "Heh, he wants the blood of the Father God, and he must have his life to enjoy it!
We not only have to give, but also give him three drops of essence blood! "

"Brother! How can this be?" Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help dissuading him.

Ru Shou also shouted: "Yes, big brother, the blood of Father God can only belong to our witch clan!"

"Don't worry," Di Jiang waved his hand, stopping several people, "Liao Shou also said that the blood of the Father God can only belong to my Wu Clan. How can I be alone if I have the advantage of my Wu Clan?"

Xuan Ming was startled, "Brother, do you want to assimilate this person?"

"That's right! If this person has the essence and blood, he will definitely use it for Jianmu or himself. At that time, we will stimulate the heart of the Father God and help him become a witch. Even if he has the essence and blood of the Father God, he can only be a great witch. It will be limited to our ancestors and witches..."

Dijiang had a long discussion with the ancestor witches in the Pangu Palace, but no one knew about it.

In Duguang, Qingling walked down Jianmu, and they were also having unknown conversations with the suppressed Houtu.

"Hou Tu," Qing Ling said solemnly instead of plainly, "Do you still remember what I said back then, the authentic things?"

Although Houtu was amazed by his solemnity, he was still unwilling to talk to him in his calculated heart.

"You are the ancestral witch of the earth. In addition to the luck of Pangu and the witch clan, you are born with [-]% of the luck of the earth. Do you know that?" Qingling looked at Houtu firmly and said bluntly.

"Your Wu Clan doesn't cultivate primordial spirit, and you have no soul. Have you ever thought of a way out for the Wu Clan if one day they decline?"

"Although your witch clan is physically strong, you can't use your body to prove that you are a Hunyuan. This is a natural shackle. Have you ever thought about how the witch clan will deal with themselves after the six sages are sanctified?"

Hou Tu was stopped by Qing Ling's words, and said: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Because although I am the master of the tunnel, I can only be regarded as the first person, the beginning of the tunnel, and this is the limit of my strength. After the tunnel, there must be a successor!"

"Are you looking at me?" Houtu chuckled softly, "The Demon Ancestor should give up on this idea, unless I, Houtu, will no longer be a witch!
The Wu Clan still needs me. Without me, the Twelve Capitals of the Gods and Demons will not be able to form a formation. How will the hundreds of millions of my Wu Clan survive?
Although the living beings in heaven and earth suffer from incomplete tunnels, although I have a heart to cherish the common people, I am the ancestor witch first, and then the earth.

Hundreds of millions of people in the Wu tribe are my children, I am their mother, the ten elder brothers are their father, and the beloved son of parents has a far-reaching plan.

I am the descendant of the ancestral witch, and I have selfish interests in the witch clan. Even if I have the will of God in my heart, and there is a metaphor for the will of heaven and earth, I will not consider the so-called authenticity. "

Qingling couldn't help but feel stalked, he thought that Houtu didn't know the will of tomorrow, but she already had a faint feeling in her heart, and it was true that the ancestor witches of the earth would naturally have the will of the earth.

It's just that this is different from the prehistoric events in his memory.

Qing Ling turned around and left, after thinking about it, she suddenly realized it!

This prehistoric man has indeed changed a lot because of him!
During the Lich World War II, Nuwa should have been sanctified, but until now, none of them have been sanctified. If Nuwa is slow alone, the six saints are all slow.

The reason is actually in himself!

Tracing back to the source, to Taikoo.

If there was no Qingling, the snake clan would have declined. Xishan, the lineage of ten thousand snakes, should have been included in Fengqi Mountain with the Tengshe lineage, and the luck of the snake clan had been assigned to Nuwa, but with Qingling Now, the snake clan is diverted, Nuwa's luck is diverted, and the realm is slowed down.

To the establishment of the demon clan, five emperors and one division, there is another demon ancestor!Merit, virtue and luck are further divided, and Nuwa's realm is naturally affected by it, and the Lich has not yet been sanctified after World War II.

And the monster clan without the saint of Hunyuan is not enough to make the witch clan panic and panic. Houtu will naturally not take the risk of joining the tunnel to fight against the monster clan with a saint. Today, Houtu still has confidence in defeating the monster clan. After all, in the two battles between the Lich and the Lich, the Lich won and the Demon lost!

In this way, Houtu was afraid that he would unintentionally say that Houtu would not abandon the witch clan and join reincarnation until the last moment of Lich's calamity.

Then, he, the original master, may have to waste some more years before he can usher in the true master of great prosperity!

(End of this chapter)