Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"What do you mean by that, Great Master?"

The high priest's already old face was now furrowed so tightly that it could kill a fly.

"It is the Queen's order to lend a helping hand to the Great Venerable, and we, the Wu Clan, will naturally respect it."

"Didn't you just say that you don't want to?" Gonggong waved his hand and interrupted the high priest:
"That's great. Instead of making everyone feel bad, we might as well just go our separate ways..."

After hearing Gonggong's words, the high priest frowned even more tightly: "But this is the Queen's decree."

"I will go and talk to Empress Pingxin myself..."

The high priest remained silent and just turned the grilled fish in his hand.

Because the two used their great magical powers to block out the surroundings when they were talking, Yakumo Lan could not hear the conversation between the high priest and Gong Gong.
She was also tactful and did not dare to peek, but just stared at the grilled fish that the high priest was turning over in his hands.

Seeing the black smoke coming out of the fish meat of the smelt being roasted, Yakumo Aoi couldn't help but exclaimed: "The fish is burnt!"

"Pay attention and don't waste this good fish!" Gonggong waved his hand, and a stream of light like water waves shot out and gently landed on the slightly burnt grilled fish.

In just a moment, the charred fish was shattered in the water waves, and then reassembled into a roasted, crispy and fragrant fish.

It can be seen that Gonggong used this great method of tracing the origin to prepare a grilled fish.

The high priest couldn't help but sigh and waved his sleeves.
The roasted croaker fish fell evenly onto a large wooden plate beside it:
"After all, we are all descendants of the Wu clan. Great Master, please consider our loyalty."

Gonggong handed a plate of roasted fish meat, which was golden brown and crispy on the outside and sweet on the inside, to Yakumo Aoi.

He divided the fish into three plates and gave them to several guards. Then he sat cross-legged and started eating the grilled fish.

Hearing the high priest's words, Gonggong sneered:

“Oh, the sentiment of incense and fire, let’s not beat around the bush, I condensed this incarnation of the Ancestral Witch, and it is true that I have a causal connection with your Witch Clan.

Just say what you want. Why do you have to follow those hypocrites and beat around the bush? How can you not save your face?
He is obviously a member of the Wu clan, but after more than ten kalpas, he has learned nothing else but the hypocrisy of those bald donkeys!
Chi Li, could it be that you have also attained Buddhahood in Lingshan?"

The high priest's face turned red with embarrassment at Gonggong's words.

"To be honest with you, my Lord, we have some small ideas!"

The high priest looked at Gonggong, who was still concentrating on the grilled fish on the plate without even looking up, and smiled bitterly and asked:
"What do you think of this ancient Wu Continent?"

Gonggong raised his head and took a deep look around him. His Dharma eyes were as sharp as torches, and the scenery of the continent appeared before his eyes.

Although it is called a continent, the area of ​​this ancient Wu Continent is unexpectedly large.

It is as big as one percent of the infinite sky in the North Sea.

You should know that an ordinary mountain in the Northern Ming Wuliangtian has a radius of tens of thousands of miles. There are more than hundreds of millions of mountains like this one.

The vastness of the Beiming Wuliangtian alone is comparable to the size of the ordinary universe.

From this we can see how vast the ancient Wu Continent is.

Gonggong observed with his Dharma eyes and found that although this continent retained its primitive appearance, most of it had been reclaimed.

Especially the fertile plains, as far as Gonggong could see, there were flat fields everywhere.

In late autumn, the fields are full of golden crops.

The big man from the Wu clan who had the strength to pull nine oxen backwards swung the stone sickle in his hand so hard that sparks almost flew.

Farm carts were traveling back and forth on the road, and the ones pulling the carts were either saber-toothed tigers several feet tall at the shoulder, or mammoths as big as hills.

The entire Wugu Continent is bustling with activity and filled with a rich harvest.

This scene made Gong Gong a little stunned, whether it was his distant memory or the deep-rooted prejudice in his heart.
When thinking of the witch clan, the first thing that comes to mind is fighting with monsters and big monsters in the wilderness, hunting ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests, and using the prey for food.

It cannot be said that they eat raw meat and drink blood, but they do have a barbaric atmosphere. However, the entire Wugu Continent now looks like a feudal dynasty.

"Empress Pingxin used her great magical power to split the fragments of the prehistoric world. It's not like a world, but it's better than another world!"

When Gonggong saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

“To be honest with you, Great Honored One, we of the Wu Clan have settled here for eighteen kalpas, recuperating and resting, and have accumulated quite a few manpower!
If the Great Lord really wants to make it happen, our clan can also gather hundreds of millions of men to serve you!"

The high priest spoke in a calm tone, as if the person who had just been talking about the heavy losses of young and strong people in the tribe was not him.

"What are the conditions?" Gonggong looked at the high priest without comment.

"My Wu clan wants to return to the Three Realms. If the Great Lord really takes the position of the Great Heavenly Lord, my clan would like to have two heavenly realms as their bases, and one of the Four Imperial Lords should be left for my clan!"

The high priest looked deeply at Gonggong.

Gong Gong nodded and said, "Since ancient times, supporting dragons has been a high-risk, high-return business. Participating in such a big event involves a lot of risk. Your request is not high!"

When the high priest heard Gonggong's words, a smile suddenly appeared on his skinny face like an orange peel.

"But I don't lack manpower now!"

Gonggong's next words immediately suppressed the smile on the high priest's face.

"Without the help of our witch clan, does the Great Honored One want to fight against Buddhism and Taoism on his own?" questioned the high priest.

“Could it be that with the help of your witch clan, I can compete with the Buddhas of Lingshan and the immortals of the three religions? The witch clan has been cultivating for more than ten kalpas, and I don’t know how many great witches they have gathered and how many ancestor witches have been born!”

Gonggong spread out his hands and asked back with some curiosity.

The high priest's expression froze when he was asked by Gonggong. The practice of their witch tribe was different from the three religions, and they consumed more blood.

The more the bloodline returns to its ancestral roots, the stronger the strength will be. After eighteen kalpas of recuperation, the number of their witch clan members has already exceeded that before the war between witches and demons.

But in terms of strength, it is not even a fraction of what it was during the time of complete victory.
You should know that during the heyday of the witch clan, the clan not only had the Twelve Ancestral Witches who were half-step into the Primordial Realm, but under the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there were also some powerful ancient witches who were comparable to the Daluo.

Beings like Dayi and Kuafu, any one of them would be a great master who can rival the Buddhas of Lingshan if he were to live today.

In contrast, although the number of Wu clan members nowadays is thousands times that of the past, the real strong ones are still these old guys.

The only outstanding one among the younger generation was Chi You from their clan, but he also died in the battle for the title of Human Emperor that year.

What the high priest said about the death of young and strong men in the tribe did have some truth in it.

In the Battle of Zhuolu that year, almost all of the most outstanding elites from each tribe of the Wu clan died.

This is also the reason why they tried to shirk their responsibilities this time even though they had clearly received the order from Empress Pingxin.

The reason why many elders in the clan opposed it was because of the aftermath of the war that year.

They would rather the Wu Clan live a peaceful life in this Wu Ancient Continent than get involved in the affairs of the Three Realms. Unlike the elders who lost their blood courage, the younger generation of the clan members do not want to be trapped on this continent. They would rather venture into the prehistoric star field and emulate their ancestors to achieve unprecedented achievements.

As the oldest and most senior high priest of the Wu tribe, Chi Li has more things to consider than ordinary members of the tribe.

On the one hand, he had to figure out Empress Pingxin's intentions. After all, the continent they lived on was a blessing left by the Empress.

He also had to balance the opinions of the tribe, which was why he repeatedly put forward various harsh conditions to Gonggong.

He needed time to think and decide whether to let the Witch Clan participate in this catastrophe.

In addition, even if we participate and win, how can we ensure that the Witch Clan will get the greatest benefits after the catastrophe?

If we lose, how can our people survive the catastrophe?

As an old witch who has lived from the primitive times to the present day and has held power over the witch clan for dozens of kalpas, the high priest's heart has long been polished to a fine level.

Not to mention that the returning Gonggong was just an incarnation of someone else, even if the real body of Gonggong, the ancestor of witches, returned, it would not be able to shake his will.

However, the high priest thought of countless possibilities, but he never expected that Gonggong would have such an attitude and not care.

He seemed to not care at all about the billions of men in their witch clan who could fight at the call of their troops and easily sweep away the world when gathered together.

This really confused the high priest, and all his thoughts were suppressed.

Gonggong devoured the fragrant grilled fish, the tender and soft Qiongqi meat, and the golden roasted snake meat skewers.

The high priest, however, felt bored and kept looking at Gonggong from time to time, trying to guess what he was thinking.

Gonggong was eating with his mouth full of oil. The high priest's small action caught his eyes and made him sneer in his heart.

What he lacks now is not manpower, but time. The help of the witch clan is of great help to him, but it is not indispensable.

If he was really caught, then even if he really sat on the throne of the Great Celestial Lord, the power of the Heavenly Court would be greatly divided.

The witch clan can be used, but it is not necessary to use it. I don’t know how Zhu Rong’s experiment is going. If it succeeds, there is no need to rely on the witch and lich clans.

Gonggong tore off a piece of cooked meat from one of Qiongqi's legs, dipped it in seasoning, and put it into his mouth.

For a relic like this from the ancient times, the blood and spiritual power contained in its flesh and blood is not inferior to that of an ordinary quality elixir. Gonggong ate it with great relish.

The high priest wanted to speak several times, but when he met Gonggong's calm eyes, he was blocked.

There was no other way, the high priest could only order people to bring some wine and drinks while he got up to contact some old friends to discuss countermeasures.

"Who are you exactly?"

Yakumo Aoi's belly was swollen like a ball. She looked resentfully at the skewer of meat in her hand that was as thick as her forearm. She wanted to take another bite.

But her stomach was so full that it almost reached her throat that she couldn't eat anything.

Even though she had tried her best to use her magic power to refine the food in her stomach, these ingredients were all used by the witch clan to entertain distinguished guests.

Any one of them that jumps out would be much stronger than her, so it would not be so easy to refine it.

Helplessly, she could only reluctantly throw the skewer of meat in her hand to a black unicorn at its feet.

This black Qilin was obviously a cub, no more than two feet long, with a body like a lion, strong and sturdy hind legs, and two extremely long forearms. Its sharp claws were glowing with a faint light, and its body was covered with tiny scales, with fine hairs sticking out from between its claws.

Before the skewer of meat thrown by Yakumo Lan hit the ground, the black Qilin pounced on it, pushed away a white Pixiu that was fighting for food, opened its mouth, revealing a row of fine, sharp white teeth, bit the skewer of meat, and swallowed it into its stomach in three or two bites.

After the little Qilin finished eating the skewers, it hissed softly at Yakumo Aoi a few times, approached her cautiously with a fawning look on its face, licked her hand with its long pink tongue, and simply climbed onto her legs.

Yakumo Lan picked up the black unicorn cub and stroked it while looking at Gonggong with envy. He just crossed his legs and ate the food with relish.

Yakumo Lan watched helplessly as a roasted golden-skinned Dangkang beast, which was three meters long, was eaten by him in less than a cup of tea, leaving only a pile of bones.

"As for me, I am naturally the same as you!" Gonggong spread out his hands, and a water dragon condensed out of thin air and circled around him, cleaning the grease on his palms.

"Same as me!?" Yakumo Lan was shocked: "You too"

When the words came to her lips, Yakumo Aoi suddenly covered her mouth and looked at Gonggong with wide eyes.

Seeing Yakumo Lan's look, Gonggong shook his head and smiled, raised his head to look at Tianri, and said to him with a smile:
"It will take some time for them to count all these furs. How about going out with me to take a look?!"

Yakumo Lan subconsciously glanced at the guys. At the moment they were counting the animal skins and elixirs, and it seemed like they would not be able to finish the work in a short while.

Twelve million sets of heavy armor were exchanged for hundreds of thousands of top-quality leathers tanned with nitrate, and tens of thousands of precious ginsengs wrapped in tree bark that were more than ten thousand years old.

There were piles of Ganoderma lucidum as big as washbasins, and Polygonatum as thick as a meter. . .

After thinking for a moment, Yakumo Aoi nodded.

Gonggong stood up, and a wave of water lifted up the two men, and they disappeared in the Jiuli tribe's territory in a whoosh. The direction they were heading was actually a vast ocean.

In the center of the Honghuang star field, the Sun Star.

According to legend, the Sun was transformed from Pangu's left eye. It has illuminated the three realms since its birth, unlike the Moon.

The sun star is all fire, endless and scorching.
The entire solar star is a mass of chaotic primordial energy, and it does not evolve into earth, water, or wind, but only evolves into poisonous solar fire.

The poisonous fire of the sun here is so fierce that even the immortals cannot bear it. It is precisely because of this that after the death of the Demon Emperor, the Sun Star has completely become a death zone.

Only some poisonous fire spirits live and die here every day, without any worries or fears.

Just as Gonggong looked up at the sky, a figure in a fire-colored robe deep in the Sun Star looked at him deeply.

Rumbling sounds echoed in the Sun Star from time to time, and poisonous fires millions of feet high were occasionally raised. If they fell into the lower world, they would be enough to burn the human world to ashes.

However, this level of poisonous fire was like being in warm water for Zhu Rong. He sat cross-legged in the ruined palace of the Demon Emperor.

In the dilapidated and empty hall, there were densely packed crystal coffins. Zhu Rong raised his hand, and endless sun fire scattered and fell into these crystal coffins.

From time to time, the crystal coffins could not withstand the scorching heat of the real fire, and the strong naked bodies inside were burned to ashes.

There were thousands of scorch marks left on the hall, piled up into a thick layer of ash. If the palace was not blocked by a formation, with the fierce poisonous fire of the Sun Star, even these ashes would probably not have been left.

Zhu Rong calmly watched as the crystal coffins containing the super clones turned into ashes.
The super clones that he brought here to undergo the solar poisonous fire ritual are all mature bodies that have been irradiated by the yellow sun for more than a hundred years.

No one knows that compared to the many Taoist soldiers in Heaven, this group of Taoist soldiers composed of super clones are his personal army.

Each of these clones has been sleeping inside a star, absorbing sunlight for thousands of years. Any one of them taken alone has the combat power of God the Father or even greater.

The number of this Great Sun Army is counted in tens of millions.
(End of this chapter)