Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1629 Visiting Friends in Pangu Palace

Pangu Hall is an important place for the Wu clan.

Transformed by the soul of the Great God Pangu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches always discuss matters here without daring to do any blasphemy.

The movement coming from outside naturally alarmed the twelve ancestral witches. People from various places turned into streams of light and rushed into Pangu Hall.

Pangu Hall is sacred and majestic, symbolizing the great god Pangu.

In the spacious hall, there are no more furnishings, and there is no need for lights or candles. There are only a statue hundreds of feet high and twelve chairs.

The statue, which is more than a hundred feet long, is none other than the great god Pangu. His muscles are bulging, his figure is majestic, and he is holding a huge carved ax in his hand.

This statue was carved bit by bit by the Twelve Ancestral Witches after they visited Sanqing and learned about the appearance of the Great God Pangu from Sanqing.

At this moment, there is a figure sitting on each of the twelve chairs.

The twelve ancestral witches are headed by Emperor Jiang, the ancestral witch of space, Zhu Jiuyin, the ancestral witch of time, is the military advisor, Houtu, the ancestral witch of earth, and Xuanming, the ancestral witch of weather, are at the end.

"Brothers and sisters." Seeing that everyone had arrived, Di Jiang, who had transformed into a human form, glanced around and said in a deep voice, "You should have felt the movement just now, right?"

"Of course." Shebishi said, "Brother, now is not the time to say such polite words."

"That terrifying demonic aura, is the old devil about to escape?"

"I'm afraid that's it." Zhu Jiuyin looked solemn and nodded heavily.

"Isn't that true?" Gonggong said with a bit of disbelief, "The old devil was so seriously injured back then, how come he is out of trouble so soon?"

"Did his injury heal so quickly?"

"Why not?" Xuan Ming, who transformed into an iceberg beauty with snow-white silver hair, interjected, "Don't forget, the old devil is the incarnation of the resentment of all the worlds. As long as he is alive, that resentment will continue to attack him. Convergence.”

"That's right." Zhu Rong said in a loud voice.

Hou Tu smiled gently and brought the topic back, "Brothers, Sister Xuanming, if it is really the World-Destroying Demon God who is about to escape, what should we do?"

Tian Wu said coldly: "What else can we do? The soldiers will come and cover it up with water and earth!"

"Soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth?" A playful voice sounded, reaching the ears of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "This is really a good idea, not an ordinary one."

"Only you guys with simple minds and well-developed limbs can express such a mindless response."

Who?
  When the twelve ancestral witches heard this, their expressions changed.

This voice was not any of them, and it was very familiar.

Who could sneak up on them and touch Pangu Temple without making a sound, and even break through the barrier set by Pangu Father himself with his voice?
  Hou Tu's eyes flickered, and he found out the other party's identity from his memory not long ago.

It's him!

Swish!
  "Who is the Holy Spirit? What are you doing here in Pangu Hall?" The twelve ancestral witches are on guard, and their auras are connected. They can easily set up the twelve heavenly gods and evil formations and summon Pangu's true form.

In this Pangu Palace, once Pangu's true body is summoned, its power will be doubled.

Di Jiang, who stood at the head of the crowd, shouted loudly and took the initiative to untie the barrier.

The Great God Pangu untied the Pangu barrier left by his blood descendants, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches came face-to-face with the people standing outside the temple.

What caught his eye was a figure with silver hair and white clothes.

Snow-white clothes cover his body, and there is a bit of frivolity on his face. Looking around, he can't feel the slightest aura of a strong person from now on.

The silver and smooth long hair was tied up and trembled under the murderous aura of the twelve ancestral witches, crossing the void. Having stayed with Nuwa for so long, he was so angry that he was bullied by Nuwa. When Ming Xiaoyang left, it was naturally impossible not to ask for it back.

After taking away some of Nuwa's treasures and dressing up again, he became a free and uninhibited young man again.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. How are you?" Facing the displeased Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ming Xiaoyang didn't seem to feel anything. He naturally raised a hand and said hello.

"Long time no see." Among the twelve ancestral witches, Hou Tu had the most contact with Ming Xiaoyang. He knew that this person had such a carefree temperament that he might not become their enemy. He took the initiative to dissipate the murderous aura from his body and made a gesture of invitation to Ming Xiaoyang.

tread! tread! tread! …

Seeing that Hou Tu had made a decision, the remaining eleven ancestral witches also relaxed one after another, moved out of the way, and allowed Ming Xiaoyang to walk in.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the empty hall for a long time.

The twelve ancestral witches each sat in their own seats, while Ming Xiaoyang stood alone in the main hall.

This situation gave Ming Xiaoyang a feeling of ridicule.

It seems that he is not an accomplished master in cultivation, but has returned to his youth, participating in a certain interview, or being taken to court and becoming a prisoner in the court.

"Everyone," Ming Xiaoyang complained with dissatisfaction, "It's a rare time for me to come here, why don't you even have a chair?"

"Could it be that this is the way the Wu clan treats guests? Isn't it too bad?"

Wu Ping, the ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, said coldly: "This attitude is good enough for an uninvited guest."

"What's more, you bullied Miss Houtu, and we haven't settled it with you yet!"

"Really?" Ming Xiaoyang said with great interest, "If you want to settle accounts with me, I will definitely accompany you. However, you are no match for me one on one."

"If the three of you come together, you can still swarm me. I don't mind!"

Ming Xiaoyang's words were not polite at all. He bluntly said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who were famous for their astonishing fighting prowess, would never be his opponent unless they joined forces.

"You!" Zhu Rong was irritated on the spot and jumped up from his chair, clenching his iron fists tightly to give Ming Xiaoyang a good look.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Wu Jumang, the ancestor of wood.

"Zhu Rong, don't be impulsive."

"Could we let this kid act so arrogantly in front of us?" Zhu Rong shouted angrily.

Ju Mang glared at Ming Xiaoyang fiercely, "Fellow Taoist, you are indeed superb in cultivation, but you'd better not be too conceited."

"If we really fight, you may not be able to leave here alive."

"Yes." Seeing that he had made the Twelve Ancestral Witches so angry, Ming Xiaoyang did not dare to continue to anger these guys, and nodded in agreement.

"Tell me, your reason for coming," Hou Tu tried to smooth things over, "You don't just want to see the Pangu Palace of our Wu Clan, do you?"

"Of course not." Ming Xiaoyang shook his head sincerely, and his figure flashed and appeared next to Hou Tu.

His two arms hung down and rested on the armrests of Hou Tu's chair, and his sharp and shining eyes reflected all kinds of tenderness.

"Fellow Taoist Hou Tu, to be honest, I have fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you. For hundreds of years, I have thought about you day and night and dare not forget you even a little bit. Now, I can't bear to miss you and come to see you. !”

The sweet words of love came out of Ming Xiaoyang's mouth, and he almost expressed his love to Hou Tu in public, leaving the Twelve Ancestral Witches stunned.

(End of this chapter)