Rise up and cover the sky, I will open a way for the Holy Spirit

Chapter 316: The strongest foundation of the ancient witch, the Pangu stone statue appears! The saint's second sermon begins!
Within the boundless chaotic mist, numerous strange avenue runes appeared, covering the ten directions, blocking and covering all the places where the true bodies of the ancestor witches were located. The vast and terrifying power of the laws was slowly suppressing everything.

Shi Tian sat cross-legged in the Twelve Gods and Demons Array, and joined forces with the twelve ancestor witches to fight against the terrifying seal of the saint.

At this moment, Shi Tian's body was glowing, and he had pushed his Daluo Jinxian magic power to the extreme. The giant axe beside him was also clanging and shaking, and the internal chaos runes were fully manifested, surrounding his body. That was the origin of the divine pattern of the innate treasure Chaos Bell!

Now it was reviving on its own, resonating with Shi Tian's giant body. Many innate divine patterns continued to spread and covered him. From afar, Shi Tian's entire holy body seemed to have turned into a chaotic immortal fetus.

What is even more terrifying is that within this vast formation, ray after ray of the Ancestral Witch's original light are also surging wildly. Under the pull of the original power of the Chaos Bell, they are all beginning to converge towards Shi Tian.

"The power of the twelve witch ancestors' innate origins... has merged so quickly!"

Seeing this scene, Shi Tian was also somewhat moved. Even he himself had not expected such a change.

Originally, Shi Tian thought that it would take a long time to absorb and comprehend the great ways of the Ancestral Witches bit by bit. He never expected that when he resonated with the origin of the Chaos Bell, the origins of these Ancestral Witches would gather together on their own. This was definitely a great opportunity for Shi Tian!
Relying on his own, he comprehended the innate magical powers and principles of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Shi Tian himself was also unconsciously integrated into the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and became a part of the supreme formation.

Boom! In this terrifying confrontation, the vast chaotic void was rumbling and trembling, constantly breaking apart. In the boundless torrent of destruction, there were even strands of saintly aura surging. This vision was too terrifying.

The entire magic formation was shaking violently, making crackling sounds. Even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to set up the strongest Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, their respective cultivation bases were too weak at the moment. They were merely at the level of Daluo Jinxian, and were facing a saint-level seal.

Even the slightest magic power of a saint was difficult to resist. In less than a moment, the inside of the formation continued to crack, and the painful roar of the Ancestral Witch could be heard.

"Hou Tu, don't hesitate, sacrifice that supreme holy object!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Shi Tian frowned slightly and said decisively.

“Good!” Inside the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, at the place where Hou Tu, the ancestor of earth witch, was located, a gray Taoist light was surging. The true body of Hou Tu, the ancestor of earth witch, stood in the void. She was chanting some supreme ancient language, and a stream of bright light was floating out of her body on its own.

It was only a palm-sized light source, but under the nourishment of the Ancestral Witch's majestic blood energy, the light source continued to expand, and its true appearance was also revealed. It turned out to be an ancient and dilapidated stone statue.

The stone elephant was only a few dozen feet in size, gray all over, and covered with cracks. It was like a completely weathered boulder, engraved with traces of time.

Overall, the stone statue looked very inconspicuous, without any appearance of innate spiritual treasure or magical instrument. However, after the appearance of this rough and dilapidated stone statue, the entire Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation roared and shook, and the power within the formation suddenly increased by several times!
"That is... the stone statue of the Father God... Sister Hou Tu, you actually brought it with you?" When they saw the stone statue that was still getting bigger, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong and other ancestor witches were also shocked, and then they all looked extremely excited.

"We, the descendants of the witch clan, kowtow to the Father God!" Soon, many witch ancestors also knelt down in the air with pious expressions, and paid homage to the stone statue one after another. They looked like they were on pilgrimage!
The Father God in the mouth of the Ancestral Witches! Throughout the entire prehistoric world, over billions of endless epochs, only Pangu, who was invincible in the past, was qualified to take on the role. The image outlined by this rough stone statue was that of the great god Pangu.

Although restricted by the laws of the ancient world, Pangu's true appearance cannot be fully restored.

But through the rough textures and lines on the huge stone statue, one can also get a rough outline.

Buzz! As the Pangu stone statue appeared, the vast chaos trembled!

An inexplicable aura of vicissitudes and antiquity was flowing; the stone statue was very blurry and did not carry any tremendous power.

But just standing there, there is an invisible power spreading that makes boundless chaos and even the laws of heaven fearful and uneasy.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, which was originally in danger of collapse, was stabilized in an instant with the presence of this supreme stone statue.

“As expected of the legendary Pangu God… Just a rough and dilapidated stone statue lying here can make the power of saints and even the laws of heaven fear it!”

Inside the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, Shi Tian's eyes were blazing as he stared intently at the gigantic stone statue floating at the end of the sky. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh.

The power of Pangu in the prehistoric world is beyond imagination. His existence and status are unparalleled and above everything. Even if his real body has long since fallen, his invincible power can still shock all living beings, including the saint Hongjun, and even the way of heaven!

This is also the biggest reason why Shi Tian dared to go through the chaos outside the sky with Hou Tu to rescue the ancient witches.

The twelve ancestor witches gathered together to form the supreme Dutian Shensha formation, and with the addition of a stone statue of Pangu to support the formation, this combination of witch clan's background was absolutely unimaginable. Even when facing the power of a saint-level seal, they were not weak at all.

Clang! And all the situations were within Shi Tian's expectations. The Pangu stone statue resonated with the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and erupted with a more powerful ancestor witch power. Faintly, behind the Pangu stone statue, it seemed as if there was really a huge and boundless giant phantom looming, as if it was about to be condensed!
Although the condensation speed is extremely slow and it is far from taking shape, the powerful aura it displays is no weaker than the sealing power of a saint-level.

The boundless chaos was shaking violently, accompanied by all kinds of horrific lightning and thunder, chaotic strong winds, and various world-destroying visions.

These two most powerful forces were competing against each other in the depths of the vast chaos. It was very intense and seemed that they were evenly matched. However, the existence of Shi Tian and Chaos Axe became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The original divine power of the Chaos Bell kept flowing and transformed into the indestructible light of the axe blade, expanding outward bit by bit.

In the chaos, no one remembers the years, and in the blink of an eye, another two thousand years have passed.

The chaos outside the sky is vast and boundless, and still as dead silent as ever, difficult to guess. But today, one bright stream of light after another breaks the peaceful atmosphere in the endless chaos.

Vaguely, one could see that one after another blazing beams of light tore through the vast chaotic void, all heading towards a certain direction! All those flowing figures rushed out from the prehistoric world, each with profound magical powers and great magical powers, all of them were great masters of the time!
Three thousand years passed in a flash, and it was also the day when the sage Hongjun gave his second sermon in the Zixiao Palace outside the chaotic sky!

This is a huge event for all living beings in the entire prehistoric world. Therefore, the great masters of the prehistoric world who have been silent for thousands of years have been impatient to break out of the barriers, and use their magic powers to head towards the saint's temple.

In the depths of endless chaos, there are nine-day strong winds, chaos divine thunder, endless sky fire... and many other terrible disasters still exist, but none of them can stop the determination of the great masters to listen to the teachings. Compared with thousands of years ago, the cultivation realm of these big guys has already made great progress and become extremely powerful.

In less than half a day, the majestic and ancient Zixiao Palace appeared again in the eyes of the world. It was as sacred and terrifying as before, and difficult to guess.

At the end of the chaotic void, streams of light flew down one after another and gathered here.

“Three thousand years have passed, but it seems like just yesterday. This sage’s temple really makes us feel awe!” Outside the stone platform square of Zixiao Palace, the figures of the Three Pure Ones were in the front row. At this moment, they were staring at the huge gate plaque outside the hall with their eyes wide open, and they couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts.

Top-level masters with great supernatural powers like the Three Pure Ones have been practicing in seclusion for three thousand years. Now they have come to the Zixiao Palace again, and they feel that this sage's place is more and more unfathomable. The invisible and vast pressure is so great that even Tongtian, who is in the late stage of the Golden Immortal of Great Luo, feels pressured.

“The saint’s place of practice is the highest and most holy, it should be like this. We are the Three Pure Ones, the authentic Pangu. I believe that one day we will be able to reach that supreme realm.” On the other side, Yuanshi, a middle-aged man with black hair and a dignified expression, said in a low voice.

"Taiqing, Yuanshi, Tongtian, my three Taoist friends, I haven't seen you for three thousand years. You are more elegant than ever before. I admire you."

At this time, a soft call came from not far away, and two auspicious clouds and streams of light flew across the void and arrived in an instant. One of them had white hair and a youthful face, full of immortal air, and the other had red hair and extraordinary charm.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun. It's been a long time since we last met." Looking at the newcomers, Laozi, Yuanshi and Tongtian couldn't help but bow and respond.

Several top masters of great powers met and after some greetings and conversations, they became more familiar with each other. At this time, other masters of great powers also arrived one after another, including Nuwa of Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi and his sister, Zhunti of the Western lineage, Jieyin...

"Haha, the saint is about to give his second sermon. It's a rare event. Here comes the Styx!" At the same time, a loud laugh was heard in the sky. A blood-red light was flowing in the sky, and the figure of a red-haired old man also appeared.

His appearance also made the originally noisy square outside the Zixiao Palace slightly quieter. All eyes turned to the figure of the old man, and there was fear in their eyes. This red-haired old man was the ancestor of the Styx River in the endless Netherworld Blood Sea!

The battle outside the chaotic sky in the past shook the heaven and the earth. Everyone in the world knew about the reputation of the Blood Sea and the Styx for being cruel and murderous. With two innate and top-grade spiritual treasures in hand, he had powerful magic power and was rampant. There were few people in the world who could match him.

"The Blood Sea and the Styx have indeed come... Alas, it's a pity for our little friend Shi Tian..." Looking at the murderous look of the Blood Sea and the Styx, the good old man Hong Yun couldn't help but sigh and said with regret.

Although Hong Yun and Shi Tian have not had any intersection yet, but as the first good guy in the prehistoric world, he still has a good impression of Shi Tian, ​​the talented wild cultivator, and even wants to find a chance to get to know him.

Unfortunately, the chaos caused by the war in the chaotic sky three thousand years ago was too great and involved too many people. Under such terrible cause and effect entanglements, even a powerful person like Hong Yun had to avoid it and was unwilling to get too involved.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, this is a saint's temple, don't speak carelessly!" At this time, Zhen Yuanzi said with a serious expression.

Because at this moment, he had already sensed that the cold eyes of the Styx Patriarch were also looking towards Hongyun.

Obviously, the name Shi Tian mentioned by the latter instantly attracted the attention of the Minghe Patriarch, and the murderous aura around him became even stronger!
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, what you said is not wrong! If it weren't for some guys with ulterior motives and ill intentions in the past, there wouldn't have been such a big wave afterwards!" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Tongtian stood up and said lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you are quite straightforward and free-spirited. Hehe... I admire you very much..." Seeing that the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun also spoke, Minghe, who had originally had a gloomy face, couldn't help but change color slightly. Although he was a little angry, he did not rashly tear his face off.

The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun! One of the most powerful forces in the world that cannot be provoked, even for his Styx ancestor.

"My fellow Taoists, the saint is about to preach, and most of you have arrived. As for the other guys, most of you don't have this opportunity and will never be able to come!" At this moment, a cold voice was transmitted from outside the chaotic sky.

Before his words were delivered, his figure arrived first strangely. His body movement speed was so fast that the eyes of all the powerful people present flashed. The person who came was Kunpeng of the North Sea!
"Kunpeng, you guy, how dare you come here and appear in front of me!" Before other powerful people could speak, Xuehai Minghe, with an ugly expression, stared at Kunpeng with a bad look and shouted coldly.

Three thousand years ago, there was a battle outside the chaotic sky. At the last moment, the old guy Kunpeng was disloyal and ran away alone. Minghe still remembers this debt and feels resentful about it.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist Minghe, there are only some misunderstandings between you and me, don't take it too seriously."

"Look, there is someone behind me who has also arrived!" Facing the unfriendly attitude of the Styx, Kunpeng smiled faintly, without any panic, and continued speaking.

Boom! As his words fell, at the end of the chaotic sky, the void twisted, and the boundless golden divine fire filled the sky. In the depths of the sea of ​​fire, there were two powerful figures, walking like dragons and tigers, full of majesty, and descending at a very fast speed.

"It's Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun, the two brothers. They disappeared for thousands of years, but now they finally show up!"

When they saw the approaching figure, the expressions of many people with great supernatural powers changed slightly. Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun, the two future Demon Kings of the Sun Star, are influential figures.

Thousands of years of chaos in the sky, and even the horrific disasters on the ancient earth, were caused by these two!
According to legend, they were hunted down madly by the witch ancestors in the past and almost died. Now, three thousand years have passed, and the two brothers have reappeared alive and well, and they even came to Zixiao Palace in a swagger to listen to the saint's second sermon.

"Even their Jinwu brothers have come here together. I wonder if friend Shi Tian will also come this time?"

(End of this chapter)