Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 349 The secret brought into the coffin

Hell.

Deng Chanyu and Daji had been gone for two days. Now the only remaining ancestor witch, the Ice Ancestral Witch Xuanming, came to the hall where Niangniang Pingxin practiced with an indifferent attitude.

As soon as he entered the door, he looked around like a big monkey and soon saw the black coffin.

"Haha, Madam, is this what little Daji brought back? It looks ordinary to me."

Pingxin said: "This should be the first coffin in the world. It was originally used to bury the Father God."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ming's eyes were no longer eyes, and his nose was no longer a nose: "Just this broken thing? You think you are worthy? Look, I will chop it into pieces!"

She picked up a big axe, swung it in a circle, and was about to chop.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Pingxin was at a loss for words, looking like he was having a hard time talking to you. "After all, this is Daji's gift. Aren't you okay? Send this thing to Pangu Palace."

Xuan Ming shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, I'm not feeling well. I was planning to have a drink."

After Pingxin's repeated persuasion, Xuanming reluctantly beat the war drum, repositioned the Pangu World, then carried the black coffin on his shoulders and stepped towards the Pangu World.

As if worried that she would be careless, Meng Po also followed her.

What Deng Chanyu and Daji saw in the Pangu world were black walls and all kinds of messy monsters, but when Xuanming and Mengpo came, the scene was not like this.

In front of them was a palace that was ancient, heavy, simple, and seemed to have existed since ancient times and transcended all elements such as time and space.

Pangu Temple was formed from Pangu's heart. The first twelve ancestor witches were born here. There are twelve huge pillars in the temple, symbolizing the former glory and origin of the ancestor witches.

The great witch of Pangu World had no idea of ​​their arrival, and they did not notify anyone.

Xuan Ming's face was solemn at this time, and all the reluctance he had shown in the prehistoric world had disappeared.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Meng Po glared at her. Xuan Ming smiled and carried the black coffin into the deepest part of Pangu Palace.

They didn't speak, but remained calm, experiencing the eternal and unchanging power here.

Hongjun believed that the core of all things was Tao, and Pangu's level was undoubtedly higher. What exactly was that? Xuanming and Mengpo couldn't explain it. Even if Mengpo was the incarnation of Pingxin Niangniang, she couldn't understand the power of Pangu in the past.

Nuwa said that the gap between herself and Hongjun was even greater than the gap between mortals and saints. It was a completely different level of power.

Niangniang Pingxin also has a similar view, that is, she believes that she still cannot see the back of Father God. The gap is simply impossible to quantify, and she only knows that it is very far away.

The only thing Xuanming and Mengpo were sure of was that even if they got home, no matter how powerful Hongjun was, he would not be able to monitor Pangu Palace.

The aura of Meng Po became very heavy, and her face instantly looked sixty years younger. In a trance, it seemed as if the young Hou Tu had returned.

She reached out and touched the black coffin, and two extremely ancient characters representing "Pangu" appeared on the coffin lid.

Making writing appear on the coffin lid is something that even Ran Deng cannot do. Only the ancestor witch who is connected to Pangu by blood can do it.

The innate evil spirits within the coffin, which had previously embarrassed Yunxiao, separated automatically after the words appeared on the coffin lid. The pure energy rose, while the turbid energy descended, revealing the outline of a human figure. Xuanming beamed with joy. "I never imagined that after traversing countless worlds and searching for so many years, this coffin, right here before us, would actually contain Ran Deng's true form. If I had known earlier, I would have chopped this old bastard down long ago."

Meng Po had regained her old age and was delighted. Her orange-peel face was filled with excitement. "That guy hid very well. If it weren't for Yun Xiao's Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and Daji's close encounter, I wouldn't have been able to detect Ran Deng's background."

She looked at Xuan Ming: "Sister, you have suffered."

Xuan Ming said solemnly, "I'm not suffering, as long as I can save my elder brother."

She lay in Pangu's coffin, took out a sharp blade, cut open her chest and abdomen, then endured the great pain, took out clumps of flesh and blood, and placed them in the coffin.

Those were the remaining remains of Dijiang, the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang's body is like a pocket. It is huge and red like a ball of fire. It has six legs and four wings, but no ears, eyes, mouth or nose.

After Hongjun merged his body with the Tao, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had to transform into innate Tao bodies, and each of them became a normal body shape in the usual sense.

This can be considered as a compromise between the Ancestral Witches and the Way of Heaven. In fact, the Ancestral Witches have mastered the power of their own laws to the extreme. They use their true bodies to fight, which is when they are most powerful.

The physical form of humans is actually a constraint for them.

If a fight really breaks out, Di Jiang, as the ancestor of space and the leader of the twelve ancestor witches, is no worse than Di Jun and Tai Yi of the demon clan.

In a one-on-one match, it is really hard to say who wins and who loses.

Controlling the laws of space, Di Jiang would never die normally. With just a thought, he could reach a place billions of miles away, and with another thought, he could reach another world. No matter who died, he would not die.

His bad luck was that Taiyi had self-destructed the Chaos Bell. At that moment, the entire prehistoric world was frozen. Run? No matter how strong his spatial ability was, it could not surpass the Chaos Bell.

Before Di Jiang could display his full abilities, he was killed by the Chaos Bell's self-explosion.

However, this elder brother of the ancestor witch was no ordinary person. At the moment of his death, he made a backup plan.

He asked Xuanming to store his body parts in his body and use the Ice Witch as a freezer. He also asked her to find Pangu's coffin and try to revive his last words.

Because he was thinking about this matter, Xuanming endured humiliation and survived after the Lich-War War ended.

For countless eras after the Lich War, she had been thinking about resurrecting her elder brother.

Empress Pingxin also knew about this, but the surveillance of the Heavenly Dao was everywhere, and it was impossible to mobilize all the manpower to find Pangu's coffin. They could only rely on luck and find it under the pretext of going out to fight, going out to fight, and going out to fight.

The Wu Clan is really not suitable for doing such delicate work. They have searched for countless Yuanhui, but found nothing. If Deng Chanyu had not urged the Three Xiaos to fight against Ran Deng this time, they don’t know how long it would take them to find it.

If they followed the original rhythm of the Conferred God, even when they reached the Jedi Heaven Pass, they would not be able to find the Pangu Coffin. It can be said that their secrets, which were hidden so deeply, would not even have the chance to be brought into the coffin.
Xuanming took out all the body parts and walked out of Pangu's coffin.

Her face was pale. The Pangu Coffin automatically absorbed the blood and essence belonging to Pangu in her body. In just ten breaths from lying down to getting up, she lost one-fifth of the blood and essence of the ancestor witch. This time, her vitality was seriously damaged. It would take thousands or tens of thousands of years for her to recover.

(End of this chapter)