Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 72 Nuwa becomes a saint
"What do you want our blood for?"

Di Jiang became alert instantly. They were formed from the essence and blood of the father god Pangu. The essence and blood were of vital importance to them. It was the source of their essence, just like the souls of other living beings.

"Nuwa is about to become a saint. Do you think she will let the Wu clan go? You have seen how powerful the saints are. Do you think you can stop them?"

"I've already told you that the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is not omnipotent. If I have any intentions towards you, I can just let my two brothers take it away. Do you think you can resist?"

"My two elder brothers have become saints and have discovered the secrets of heaven. This is a catastrophe for the witches and demons. Both the witches and demons will be severely damaged. Only if they withdraw from the competition for the leading role in the prehistoric world can the catastrophe be eliminated."

"If it weren't for the fact that we are all descendants of Pangu, I wouldn't bother with you."

Ling Xiao said a little annoyed.

Dijiang's self-righteousness and arrogance are really annoying.

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became extremely embarrassed.

indeed!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi have already become saints. It would be easy to plot against them and deal with them. There is no need to waste words with them.

And if the Three Golden Crows wanted to kill them, they would have died long ago.

In an instant, the Twelve Ancestral Witches became deflated, and they no longer had the arrogance and dominance of the past. In the past, unless a saint appeared, no one could defeat the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons formation.

Now that the saint has appeared, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation seems so powerless in front of the saint.

“Is the Wu Clan really going to perish? The prehistoric world was clearly created by the Father God. We, the Wu Clan, should be the protagonists, in charge of the prehistoric world for the Father God.” Di Jiang’s face was filled with resentment.

"Don't you understand by now? The Great Desolation was created by the Father God. Now that the Father God is dead, it is the Heavenly Dao that controls the Great Desolation. The Heavenly Dao only wants stability and the elimination of all dangerous factors."

"The beasts have been annihilated, and the Chaos Demon God has been eliminated; the Dragon and Han have been annihilated, and the Chaos Demon God has been completely eliminated; now it is time to eliminate the disobedient descendants of Pangu."

"Your self-righteousness is nothing but a calculation of heaven."

Ling Xiao looked at Di Jiang with pity.

After all, the Wu Clan acted as a shield for the three Jinwu brothers and bought them a lot of time. In the end, they couldn't bear to watch the Wu Clan perish.

What's more, the Witch Clan is the most crucial chess piece in Ling Xiao's many future plans.

"So that's it, so that's it." Di Jiang finally realized it, and he became depressed and no longer had any ambition.

"Is it really impossible for us in the Wu clan to become saints?" Hou Tu asked unwillingly.

"No, you can become a saint. In addition to the Way of Heaven, there is also the Way of Earth. Your chance to become a saint is indeed in the Sea of ​​Blood and the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

"But the sin of killing has already been committed. As long as the Wu clan is not dead, the calamity will be hard to eliminate. Give me a drop of your blood. I can use the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future and maybe I can have a chance of survival."

Ling Xiao pointed out.

Tunnel, six realms of reincarnation, these six words struck Hou Tu’s mind like thunder, and it was like an epiphany, as if she had grasped something in the dark.

After a long time, Hou Tu came back to her senses and said, "I vaguely sensed the opportunity to become a saint. Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao did not lie to us."

After saying that, Hou Tu took out a drop of essence blood and gave it to Ling Xiao, and the other ancestor witches followed suit.

"If I become a saint, can I protect the witch clan?" Hou Tu asked unwillingly.

“No, as long as the Witch Clan doesn’t perish and the catastrophe doesn’t end, it will hinder the development of the prehistoric world, and the Taoist Ancestor will take action.” Ling Xiao shook his head.

The light of hope that had just risen in the eyes of the other eleven ancestor witches was instantly shattered, and they all felt extremely heavy. "So what should we do next?" Di Jiang asked.

"Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, go to the Sea of ​​Blood to look for the opportunity to become a saint, and don't worry about the Wu Clan's affairs anymore. As for you, you are all dead anyway, so do whatever you want."

"However, do not touch the human race created by Nuwa, your chances of survival will be greater."

After saying that, Ling Xiao took the twelve drops of essence blood and left.

The twelve ancestor witches discussed the matter with heavy hearts. Hou Tu went to the sea of ​​blood, and the other eleven ancestor witches led the witch clan to continue to fight the demon clan. They were all going to die anyway, so they might as well kill the demon clan to vent their anger first.

On this day, Nuwa's voice resounded throughout the ancient world.

"Heaven is above. Now my Nuwa feels the lack of life in the wilderness, so she created the innate Tao body for human beings and for the wilderness."

"Human race, stand."

As the voice fell, an immense amount of merit power fell. The merit power from the previous Heavenly Marriage Ceremony and the Creation of Demonic Literature combined was less than half of this time.

Half of the tremendous merit fell on Nuwa, 10% fell on the innate gourd vine, and 40% fell on the three thousand innate humans created by Nuwa, and their cultivation levels immediately soared.

Under the cover of the vast golden light of merit, Nuwa became a saint instantly. The entire ancient sky was filled with golden rain, beautiful flowers falling from the sky, and celestial music lingering in the air.

When Nuwa became a saint, all creatures in the ancient world were overjoyed. Finally, someone could deal with the witch clan. The happiest ones were the demon clan. With the support of the saint, the witch clan could do nothing.

The other eleven ancestor witches except Hou Tu had been mentally prepared. Now they were like desperate men, completely disregarding everything and continuing to hunt down the demons.

When Nuwa saw that she had become a saint, but the Wu clan still refused to give her face, she immediately wanted to kill them. But at this moment, Hongjun's voice rang in her mind: "Don't be contaminated by the cause and effect of the catastrophe anymore. Leave the prehistoric world and open up a Taoist temple in the chaos outside the sky."

Hongjun's words were very serious, more like an order. Nuwa did not dare to disobey, and suppressed her anger and said: "Now that I have become a saint, I will open up the Wahuang Palace in the chaos outside the sky. After a thousand years, I will preach in the Wahuang Palace, and all the creatures in the prehistoric world can come and listen."

After saying this, Nuwa obediently flew towards the chaos outside the sky.

The demon clan was confused. Shouldn't they take action to destroy the witch clan? It would have been fine if they didn't take action, but even when they were being hunted by the witch clan, Queen Nuwa didn't care. What did this mean?

Seeing that his sister ignored the demon clan after becoming a saint, Fuxi became angry and immediately flew to the chaos outside the sky to ask Nuwa for an explanation.

On the Shaoyang Mountain, Laozi could no longer wait. He already knew how he could prove his truth and was just waiting for Nuwa to create the human race.

"God is above. Today, I, Taiqing Laozi, see that the human race is weak, and I want to teach the human race the great way of the golden elixir, educate the human race, and suppress their luck with the Kongtong Seal."

"People teach, establish!"

Laozi's voice spread throughout the ancient world, and Heaven once again bestowed merit upon him. Although it was not as much as the merit of Nuwa creating human beings, it was still not a small amount. Seventy percent fell on Laozi, and thirty percent fell on the Kongtong Seal.

Laozi did not become a saint instantly with the help of the power of merit like Nuwa did. There was no other way. The power of merit was not enough to become a saint instantly.

Lao Tzu sacrificed the three corpses, and under the power of merit and the influence of the primordial purple energy, the three corpses became one, and he attained enlightenment and became a saint.

Witness Lao Tzu establish a religion and become a saint.

Tongtian, Jieyin and Zhunti's eyes suddenly lit up and they suddenly realized, and at this moment they all understood their own way.

Only Yuanshi thought about revenge all day long and had no intention of comprehending his own path. His cultivation had caught up, but he could not walk out of his own path. It was useless even if he had the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Like Nuwa, she walked out of the way of creation and was able to become a saint with the help of the primordial purple energy and massive merits.

Laozi walked the path of golden elixir, which was unique. In the entire prehistoric world, he was the only one who could make elixirs.

(End of this chapter)