Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 231: The Word of the Witch Rises in Heaven

After Xing Tian asked this question, even Jiu Feng, who respected the Twelve Ancestral Witches very much, fell silent, not knowing how to answer.

The present time is different from the past. If it were the witch clan of the past, they would naturally be invincible in the prehistoric world and would not be afraid of anyone except the saints.

Let alone the filthy sea of ​​blood, even if it was the current reincarnation of the underworld, they would break in if they wanted to, without any fear, because they had the twelve ancestor witches behind them.

But now the witch clan is greatly weakened, and there is only one left of the twelve ancestor witches. In addition, there is only Niangniang Pingxin, who is sometimes effective and sometimes not. She is totally unreliable, and they don't expect any help from the former ancestor witch Hou Tu.

So let alone Xing Tian who had this doubt, even Jiufeng himself actually disagreed with the actions of Xuanming Zuwu.

After all, forcing one's way into the cycle of reincarnation is no joke. They were only able to succeed this time by using the human events of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors as a cover-up.

If he tries to do the same thing again next time, I'm afraid the saints won't be able to tolerate it and will have to come down and punish him personally.

Moreover, even if it succeeded, Jiufeng found it very difficult to understand why the ancestor of the Xuanming witch did not allow those tribesmen to return to the witch clan, but instead turned them all into humans.

Even if the Xuanming Ancestral Witch later explained that this was a sacrifice made in order to seize the throne of the Human Emperor and that it was also something Chi You was willing to do, she did not agree at all.

With the support of the saint behind them, the throne of the Human Emperor clearly belongs to Xuanyuan. Even in their heyday, the Wu Clan did not dare to confront Yuanshi Tianzun.

How come now that his power has been greatly weakened, he dares to face the pressure from the saint head-on?
Even if the saint cannot take action, don't forget that the Twelve Immortals are watching closely. The Styx Patriarch and Bixia Yuanjun are also willing to take action to avenge their previous slaps in the face.

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch might be able to stop one of them, but if both of them come out together, I'm afraid she won't have much chance of winning.

Looking at Jiu Feng's expression, Xing Tian knew that her thoughts were the same as his own. He sneered and said, "It seems that you are also very clear about these things. Why have you been holding it in? Have you learned those tricks from the demons and want me to speak for you?"

After being scolded by Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng looked disheartened. His thick eyebrows frowned, and lightning suddenly shot out from behind him, and an invisible pressure emerged.

As Jiufeng became angry, seven layers of thunderclouds formed in the sky. Within each layer of thunderclouds was a different kind of divine thunder, and each one was aimed at Xingtian.

The seven thunders combined are enough to kill any great god below the seventh level of Hunyuan.

Xing Tian naturally felt some pressure, but he was not afraid of the sister of the Ancestral Witch. Instead, he picked up the giant axe beside him and shot out a burst of momentum that soared into the sky, almost making a hole in the sky.

The thunderclouds were naturally dispersed by the momentum, and Jiu Feng couldn't help but take a few steps back, saying in shock: "You actually broke through that level and achieved the ninth level of cultivation?"

Xing Tian said in a cold voice: "Could it be that you are the only one who can break through the realm? I can't?"

Looking at Xing Tian in front of him, Jiufeng's face was gloomy, knowing that this chief of the Rushou tribe was superior to himself.

There are twelve levels of Hunyuan Heaven, and every three levels form a realm. After the third level, one can start beheading corpses, and one corpse can be beheaded in every three levels. Therefore, the gods of prehistoric times use the number of corpses beheaded as a representation of the realm.

Today, Xing Tian has already reached the ninth level of Hunyuan cultivation, which is the realm of beheading two corpses, and he is only one step away from entering the tenth level and reaching the realm of beheading three corpses.

All three corpses were killed. This is the pinnacle of the prehistoric world and is second only to the existence of a saint.

Jiufeng himself was only at the seventh level of Hunyuan cultivation. Although he also killed two corpses, one had just entered while the other was about to leave, so they were naturally incomparable.

"If you really enter the Tenth Heaven, I'm afraid you can also become the fourteenth ancestor witch, that is, the second acquired ancestor witch."

Jiufeng sighed, knowing that she could not stop Xingtian.

However, Xing Tian was not surprised at all. Instead, he was extremely indifferent: "I have never thought about becoming an ancestor witch. Moreover, if the price of becoming an ancestor witch is to become a cold-blooded person like Xuan Ming, then I would rather be the great witch Rushou for the rest of my life!"

After saying this, Xing Tian turned around and left without hesitation, returning to the Rushou tribe, without paying the slightest attention to the outside world.

Jiufeng sat there and took a breath, then walked towards Pangu Palace.

When you enter Pangu Temple, what comes into view are twelve huge, sacred and majestic statues, which are the twelve ancient witch ancestors.

At this moment, Xuan Ming was standing under the statue of Hou Tu, looking up at the kind expression of Hou Tu, with some waves of longing in his eyes, but after Jiu Feng entered, he immediately became indifferent.

Jiufeng bowed to Xuanming and said, "Meet the Ancestral Witch."

Xuan Ming nodded slightly, and when he saw the traces of gold cuts on Jiu Feng's body, he frowned slightly: "What happened to you? Did someone hurt you?"

Jiu Feng forced a smile and said, "It was just a competition with Xing Tian just now. You don't have to take it to heart. I came here just to inform the ancestor witch that Chi You has begun to migrate the Jiuli tribe. I don't know what we should do next, so I want to ask the ancestor witch for instructions."

Seeing that Jiu Feng did not want to explain the reason, Xuan Ming did not force her. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Find an opportunity to send Feng Bo and Yu Shi into the Jiuli tribe. Treat them as strange people in the wilderness and help Chi You fight for the throne of the emperor."

Jiu Feng nodded and said, "I'll be there in a moment."

Xuan Ming also nodded slightly, and was about to continue reminiscing about the past years, but he found that Jiu Feng did not leave, but looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

She asked in confusion: "Jiufeng, if you have something to say, just tell me. You are the current leader of the Qiangliang tribe and have inherited the name of Brother Qiangliang. Don't act like a child."

Jiu Feng gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and said with a stiff upper lip: "Master Zu Wu, please forgive Jiu Feng for offending you, but Jiu Feng is really confused.

I don’t understand why the Grand Ancestor Witch sent Chi You into the human race, and even wanted Chi You to compete for the title of Human Emperor. This is really a bit…”

"I am really courting death. My actions are extremely stupid. I am simply sending Chi You to his death. Is that right?"

Xuanming took over the words that Jiufeng had not said.

Jiufeng was startled, and thinking of the majesty of the ancestor witch in the past, she immediately pursed her lips and lowered her head, not daring to say anything more.

Looking at Jiufeng now, Xuanming seemed to see the strong and handsome girl she once was, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh. In this sigh, the sadness and heaviness in her heart seemed to be revealed even a little bit.

As the ancestor of witches, no one would be more heartbroken about the current witch clan than her, but other great witches could drink all day to drown their sorrows, live in a daze, and live a life of drunkenness and dreams, ignoring these things.

Xuan Ming could only force himself to wake up, face those cruel facts over and over again, and force himself to take on the heavy responsibility that was enough to crush anyone.

"If I could, I wouldn't want to do that."

Xuanming was the innate ancestor witch after all. After a little sadness, he immediately recovered and said calmly: "But if you want to inherit the position, you must do the work. I do this all for the witch clan.

When I accomplish my task, I will naturally tell you the reasons. Now just obey my orders and continue to carry them out. This is an order from the Ancestral Witch.

If you still have respect for the witch clan and me, the ancestor witch, in your eyes, then you must obey my orders and not disobey. I will bear all the consequences, and you don’t have to bear any burden.”

Since Xuanming said so, Jiufeng had no choice but to kneel and bow, then slowly left Pangu Palace.

But before she could walk far, Xuan Ming's voice sounded again: "Also, go to the Rushou Tribe and announce my intention. The Wu Tribe has been in a lot of trouble recently. If it is not absolutely necessary, Xing Tian should not leave the Rushou Tribe."

Upon hearing this, even Jiufeng couldn't help but be slightly shocked. On the surface, this was asking Xing Tian not to leave the Rushou tribe, and it could even be said that he was helping the ancestor witch, which was an unparalleled honor.

But what it actually meant was to put Xing Tian under house arrest.

Imprisoning a great god of the ninth level of the Hunyuan Heaven, perhaps only the Xuanming Ancestral Witch could do such a thing.

But Xuanming had already made his decision, and Jiufeng didn't know how to object, so she could only turn around and say yes, and then went to the Rushou tribe to announce the order.

Xing Tian was naturally furious about this, but Jiu Feng could not resist Xuan Ming's majesty. No matter how much he resisted, he had to stay in the Rushou tribe with a cold face in the end.

Looking at the Pangu Temple which had become empty again, Xuanming once again looked at the benevolent statue of Hou Tu and sighed, "Wu people, only if there are Wu people, can my Wu clan survive."

As the smoke of war rose from the Jiuli tribe, Haotian, who was in the Thirty-third Heaven, also noticed this scene. He couldn't help but change his mind and immediately summoned all the ministers to come and meet him.

When the Heavenly Court was first established, some immortals and gods were indeed attracted by Haotian's name. They thought that since this was the Heavenly Court with the Taoist Patriarch in charge, it was no worse than the great sects of saints. So they rushed in like a flock of fish, fearing that they would fall behind and fail to achieve the goal of following the dragon.

But as time went by, most of the immortals and gods saw through the true colors of Heaven, and naturally immediately gave up most of their anger, regretting how stupid they were to have entered this shabby place.

But Haotian himself was the great god who slew the three corpses in the tenth level of Hunyuan Heaven, so naturally he would not allow them to come in at will. He had to hold his nose and continue to be the immortal god in heaven.

However, under the protection of Daozu, the Heavenly Court has developed quite well and has already shown some of the atmosphere of the former demon heaven.

Although it is not as prosperous as when the Ten Great Demon Saints, the Twenty-Four Heavenly Protectors, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Demon Gods, and the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Zhoutian Star Gods existed together, it is not much worse than the former Ziwei Taoist Temple.

At this time, under Haotian's order, the entire Heavenly Court also started a morning court session, and many immortals and gods quickly entered the Lingxiao Palace to wait for orders, for fear of being hated by this petty-minded Emperor of Heaven.

(End of this chapter)