Many children, many blessings, the great witch of blood will dominate the world!

Chapter 17 The Qiankun Cauldron smashed into the face and the demon court moved.
You must know that when you activated the system for the first time, you only got 1 bloodline point!

And it was this bloodline value that helped Lin Xuan refine the twenty restrictions of the Eternal Optical Disc before, which was extremely domineering!
I have to say that the system is too generous. 10 points of bloodline points are enough to do a lot of things. Not to mention redeeming treasures in the mall, you can initiate cultivation, refine treasures and body, improve your base, and upgrade system permissions. You can do everything.

"Eternal Optical Disc, refining!"

Lin Xuan did not hesitate and immediately consumed 1 bloodline point to take out the Eternal Optical Disc and repair it.

boom!
The blood resources were smashed down, and the momentum of the Eternal Optical Disk rose sharply. The last four restrictions were refined, and they were completely in hand, like an arm commanding them!
With Jinxian's cultivation level, he could fully utilize a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure, which was enough to make others envious.

What made Lin Xuan even more delighted was that after 1 point of blood value was hit, the foundation of the Eternal Optical Disc was actually repaired, and it could operate again and change the flow rate of time!
In this way, he can improve efficiency, create heirs as quickly as possible, and improve his cultivation.

"Hey, this is..."

Lin Xuan stood up and suddenly frowned. On a whim, he felt that his destiny thread fluctuated!
He looked thoughtfully the other day and saw an immortal cauldron flying towards it in an imperceptible valley. The stream of light escaped so fast that it was impossible to avoid it.

hiss!
Seeing this small cauldron, Lin Xuan was completely moved and breathed in wildly. Even with his nature, he found it incredible.

"This, could this be the Qiankun Ding? It's actually in the corner of Buzhou Mountain, and there's no innate formation to cover it up. Oh my God, what a blessing!"

Lin Xuan looked ecstatic, hugged the fairy cauldron excitedly, and suppressed it hard.

And this is the benefit brought by adverse weather luck.According to the original timeline, this treasure accompanied the battle between Tao and Demon. After the ancestor Qiankun blew himself up, the treasure fell into the hands of Saint Nuwa.

After exploring with his spiritual mind, this treasure has three legs and two ears. There are phantoms of mountains, rivers and vegetation on all sides. It has 48 innate prohibitions. It is a grade of the best innate spiritual treasure. It can brew innate immortal spiritual light and combine various magic weapons. Go against nature and have endless wonderful uses.

Perhaps no one could have imagined that this powerful magic weapon was hidden in a corner of the mountainside, and now it was in Lin Xuan's hands.

"Haha, I didn't find the gourd vine. It would be nice to have this Qiankun Ding!"

Lin Xuan initially refined some of the restrictions, accepted them with satisfaction, and turned back to the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Hongjun's speech is about to begin, and the Demon Court is even more eyeing. It is the immortal enemy of the Witch Clan. He must unite with the Ancestral Witches as soon as possible to maximize the strength of the Witch Clan!
There are twelve ancestral witches suppressing this place, which is enough to wipe out the enemies and even rival the saints, so there is no fear that the innate gourd vine will escape, and sooner or later it will still belong to their witch clan.

Swish!
Lin Xuan quickly disappeared from the spot, moving golden light across the ground, and flew towards the Ancestral Witch Hall in Dijiang.

On the other side, on the Sun Star of Demon Court.

The demon energy surged underneath, and hundreds of demon kings and powerful men stood there, led by several demon saints, all of whom had the strength of the Da Luo realm.

Such a lineup is enough to sweep through the dojos of various forces in the ancient world.

"Hiss, there is someone who has become a saint. What a state of being a saint!"

"Oh my god, the battle between Dao and Demon has come to an end. I never thought that Patriarch Hongjun has cultivated to such a powerful level. I am afraid that the aftermath of the pressure will destroy our Demon Court!"

"Sage, is he a level above Daluo Jinxian?"

The demon kings and demons below were talking a lot, and they looked at the two core Golden Crow Demon Emperors above, with curious and inquiring expressions on their faces.

On the throne, Emperor Jun and Dong Huangtai looked at each other with solemn faces, and they could see shock and fear in each other's eyes.

Below the saints, all are ants. The level of Taoist Hongjun is so high that it is simply unfathomable. Just one will has unmatched destructive power.The words were spoken, and in front of the majestic fairy voice, the two of them, who were majestic demon emperors, were unable to resist at all, just like ants to the giant dragon.

The sage’s way of Hunyuan is so attractive!

Hongjun Zixiao Palace teaches the Dharma, this trip is a must.The two of them nodded and made a decision.

Di Jun sighed with emotion, his eyes full of yearning:

"Taozu has become a saint. He is already the most powerful person. He really makes us admire him and admire him. He will preach 3000 years later. He must go there."

"Yes, if the two of us inherit the supreme immortal method, our cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and we will completely crush the reckless wizards of the Witch Clan below. Who else will compete with my Demon Clan by then!"

Dong Huangtai stroked the Chaos Bell with one hand and smiled domineeringly, looking forward to the trip to Zixiao Palace to the extreme.

Liches and witches are not at odds with each other. They have long been unhappy with the witch clan fighting for territory. A group of brainless fools are worthy of occupying the most resourceful mountain range in the ancient world?

It's a pity that the body of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is really strong. Even if there is a top-quality treasure like the Chaos Bell, it will be difficult to threaten the Witch Clan without restraint.

But now, Hongjun has become a saint and comes out to preach and teach. It is undoubtedly an opportunity. Both Di and Jun see the hope of the demon clan's dominance.

"The Demon Emperor's wisdom is really a blessing to our Demon Court. Hahaha, the ants of the Witch Clan are dead this time!"

"Humph, once you return from listening to the teachings, with the understanding of the two demon emperors, you will definitely be able to break through to the realm of saints!"

"Jie Jie, when that happens, all the bullshit ancestral witches will be vulnerable. All they can do is kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The demon kings below were full of compliments, raised their heads and smiled flatteringly, as if they had seen the wonderful scene of the Witch Clan being suppressed and destroyed.

Di Jun nodded repeatedly, looked around, and ordered in a deep voice:
"However, those barbarians are blessed with natural resources and are not easy to deal with. From now on, you must not underestimate the enemy and do your best to recruit troops and strong demon saints to strengthen our demon court."

After giving the order, everyone below will obey. In the 3000 years before Hongjun's sermon, they must make every effort to improve the Demon Court's combat power in all aspects.

The Witch Clan is hunting, sweeping away the surrounding rebels, and frantically seizing territory. The Demon Court cannot sit idle and lag behind others.

But now the Lich Calamity Tribulation has just begun, and the ten demon saints have not yet gathered together. The overall strength of the demon court is far from saturated, and there is unlimited room for growth.

At the same time, on a hilltop near the East China Sea, the brother and sister looked up at the sky. They were also shocked by the strange phenomena in the world and were extremely moved.

"Hiss, there is actually a way to become a saint above Daluo Jinxian. It seems that we must go to Zixiao Palace."

The man, with his loose hair and wearing a coir raincoat and animal skirt, was none other than Fuxi. He deduced the numbers and suddenly felt yearning and astonishment.

Nuwa on the side also nodded lightly, thoughtfully, then took a deep look in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, frowned and said softly:
"The way of Hunyuan is really fascinating. However, brother, I always feel that I have lost a very important treasure!"

Nuwa was indeed an innate power. She felt something at this moment, as if her heart was bleeding and she had suffered a great loss!

(End of this chapter)