Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 134: Enter the Pangu Blood Pool again to sort out the ancient earth’s veins!

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "My nephew really has a wish."

"Just say it."

"My nephew wants to enter the Pangu Blood Pool again."

Pangu's blood pool contains weak Pangu's heart blood, which is extremely powerful.

Zhao Gongming no longer needs to understand the laws, and his physical body has also been polished to the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. He plans to use the power of Pangu Blood Pool to break through the shackles of the physical body, and then make breakthroughs in the laws, thus laying the foundation for incomparable Go to the foundation.

"Okay, please wait here for a moment, I'll go talk to your brothers right away."

Hou Tu said a word and flew out in a hurry.

Zhao Gongming waited for about a quarter of an hour before Hou Tu flew back again, but there was a hint of loneliness on his face.

"Uncle Master, what's going on, but I didn't apply for the blood pool?"

Zhao Gongming was a little surprised. No matter what Hou Tu said, he was one of the twelve ancestral witches. He shouldn't have the authority to use the Pangu blood pool.

"Pangu Blood Pond is open to Taoist friends at any time, but my brothers are now focused on the war with the demon clan and are not willing to spend time on the two things my nephew said."

Hou Tu let out a breath of filthy breath, his brothers are so stupid.

With the return of the Six Saints, the two Lich clans are still unaware of the impending disaster. If this continues, what will happen to the hundreds of millions of powerful men in the Lich clan?

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming sighed, fully understanding Hou Tu's mood.

It's like knowing that the train will end at a cliff, but you still have to get on the train.

He said calmly, "Uncle Houtu, there is no need to be too pessimistic. Do your best and obey fate. Master Houtu has done what he can. The rest depends on the fortune of the witch clan."

"Do your best, obey the destiny"

After hearing this, Hou Tu seemed to look away, exhaled a filthy breath, and asked.

"Pangu Blood Pool is open to my nephew at any time. I don't know when my nephew plans to enter, so I can prepare it in advance."

"A year from now."

Zhao Gongming will strive to improve himself to his peak state within one year.

"it is good."

Hou Tu nodded deeply, and then went out impatiently, summoned the people of the Tu tribe, and started taking action.

Just like Zhao Gongming said, do your best and obey fate. Since the brothers are unwilling to do it, she can do it herself. At least it can bring a glimmer of light and hope to the future of the Wu clan.

There are not many Wu Clan members, probably only over [-] million people.

Each of the twelve ancestral witch tribes has about 1000 million people.

Among them, most of them are people who are under the Great Witch, that is, under the Great Luo Jinxian.

At Hou Tu's order, they began to act quickly.

With Buzhou Mountain as the center, the spiritual veins damaged by the lich war were repaired.

Their method of repair was very simple. They straightened the broken and twisted spiritual veins directly with pure power.

Buzhou Shan, the ancestor of the prehistoric spiritual veins, as long as his spiritual veins are connected, he will naturally recover as before under the wash of infinite innate spiritual energy.

While the Houtu tribe was taking action, Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire in Buzhou Mountain and Pangu Hall, said angrily. "Brother, the Six Saints Prove the Way. What we have to do now is to seize the time to defeat the demon clan and unify the ancient world. Sister Houtu has to use a lot of manpower and material resources to sort out the earth's veins. I really don't know what he thinks."

"Yes, big brother, the battle with the demon clan is the top priority. Sister Houtu went to sort out the ancient earth's veins instead of doing business, which is a disgrace to our witch clan."

Wu Shebishi, the ancestor of poison, echoed behind Zhu Rong.

"That's right, that's right. Then Zhao Gongming is not a member of my Wu Clan. Why did he enter my Pangu Blood Pool? Brother, it's all because you dote on the Houtu girl too much."

Wu Ping, the ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, received Zhu Rong, She Bi Shi chattered endlessly, and quickly added a sentence.

"You all should stop saying a word!"

Di Jiang glared at the ancestral wizards and then fell silent. Pangu Hall fell into an eerie silence again.

The rest of the ancestral witches were also silent. Although the witch clan did not have a soul, they were not fools. They were proud of being of Pangu bloodline.

Maybe what Houtu sister said is not unreasonable, but now, the entire Wu clan is like a precision machine running at high speed. It wants to stop, but it can no longer stop!
Put yourself to death and survive, maybe as long as you defeat the demon clan, everything will be fine, right?
Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about what Miss Houtu does. You just have to do your own thing. As for Zhao Gongming entering the Pangu Blood Pond, I personally gave my permission, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Right now, there is only one thing you have to do, accumulate strength and foundation, and one day in the future, you will blow the heads of the demon tribe!"

"yes, Sir."

All the ancestor witches said in unison. Obviously, they were still convinced of Di Jiang.

After the ancestral witches left Pangu Hall, Di Jiang's expression became very complicated.

"Disciple of the Saint, Chief Shangqing, and Disciple of Jie Jiao hope that in the future, he can help our Wu Clan."

Di Jiang shook his head, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and what came back was incomparable determination!

Pangu’s orthodoxy, the witch clan’s orthodoxy, will never fail!
One year passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Gongming absorbed the power of heaven and earth in Houtu Dojo and adjusted his condition to its peak.

On the top of the sky, the earth, and the three flowers of human beings are looming, extremely round and full to the extreme, as if they are about to burst in the next moment.

Drinking Enlightenment tea tree and eating flat peach fruits all day long made Zhao Gongming's precipitation become extremely rich.

Under the leadership of Hou Tu, Zhao Gongming soon walked into the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

This is an area that only great witches, that is, witch clansmen above Daluo Jinxian, can set foot in.

The Pangu Blood Pond here can only be entered by members of the Wu clan who are above the Great Witch.

Opening the door of Pangu Blood Pond, a heavy force rushed towards him, as if there was an ancient god and demon practicing inside. The vast sea of ​​energy and blood directly overwhelmed Zhao Gongming.

Hou Tu reminded, "Fellow Taoist, please go in. This time, there is no time limit. You can stay as long as you want."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Gongming nodded and walked into the Pangu Blood Pond.

On the outside, Zhao Gongming has been put under great pressure, and there is no need to say more on the inside!
All I could see was a huge pool of blood stretching as far as the eye could see, no one knew how wide it was, and no one knew how long it was.

The blood pool seemed to have been boiled by someone with a strong fire, bubbling and bubbling.

The rich power of qi and blood almost turned into substance, condensing into countless long dragons of qi and blood in mid-air, floating unconsciously.

In addition to the massive, almost endless power of Qi and blood, Zhao Gongming also faintly sensed a faint aura of immortality from the Qi and blood.

This is something that Zhao Gongming did not have before when he entered the blood pool for the first time. Zhao Gongming guessed that this should be the power of Pangu's blood!
A drop of essence and blood that has been diluted countless times can have so much energy. It's hard to imagine how powerful Pangu was!

(End of this chapter)