My room has an arbitrary door

Chapter 1219 My Name: Houtu

This passage is extremely long, and the green brick floor under the feet leads directly to the interior of the space.

It was supposed to be a dark and empty world, but it was obvious that there was another world.

When Wei Ziqing stepped here, he could find that with his own entry, the world in front of him seemed to be constantly expanding.

This is not a real expansion, but a kind of expansion of the soul and soul, as if, invisibly, everything you are in, knowledge, including buttons and senses, are all magnified!
Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, Wei Ziqing finally completed the passage, and at the end of the passage was an extremely spacious underground palace that looked like an ancient giant.

Standing here, I feel like an ant that is constantly shrinking, without the slightest sense of existence.

But what really shocked Wei Ziqing was that in front of him, he was surrounded by twelve statues of giants standing tens of thousands of feet high in this huge palace.

These statues are different, even if they are just statues, Wei Ziqing can still feel the supreme majesty emanating from these statues.

That's a kind of pressure that can be felt even in Da Luo.

Even the feeling that the Queen Mother of the West gave me at the beginning was not as good as the feeling they gave me when they were just statues.

These statues may be as red as pill fire, six-legged and four-winged, chaotic and faceless...

Or with a bird body and human face, riding two dragons...

Or a human body with a beast head, wearing red scales, wearing fire snakes in its ears, and riding a fire dragon on its feet...

"Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Xuanming... These are the Twelve Ancient Ancestral Witches!"

Wei Ziqing's face was horrified, and he immediately recognized the identities of these statues. They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches in ancient times.

"How is this possible... In the depths of hell, why do these ancient twelve ancestor witches exist!"

Is this...

Thinking of this, Wei Ziqing raised his head abruptly, and saw that directly above the palace, there were several mysterious and mysterious words hanging above the palace. Wei Ziqing couldn't understand those words, but he did!

"Ancestral Witch Hall!"

Wei Ziqing was full of disbelief, his heart was boiling like a river, why...why did that mysterious person appear here by himself, why...

Suddenly, Wei Ziqing's body trembled abruptly, and he suddenly turned his gaze to the center of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

There is a huge altar.

But this altar is extremely weird, because it is more like a pool of blood than an altar!
The sea of ​​blood in the pool churned, as if something was about to overflow from the pool of blood. It was this pool of blood that caused Wei Ziqing's body to tremble...

In this pool of blood, there is something resonating with his own blood.

Just when Wei Ziqing looked at the blood pool, a golden light suddenly appeared in the blood pool, and even at this moment, strands of golden light continuously rose from the blood pool...

They gathered in the void, and soon, a drop of golden blood the size of a fist was formed there!
"Pangu blood essence! How is this possible!"

So amazing!

Whether it's the Ancestral Witch Hall, or the Pangu blood essence...

Neither of these things should exist here.

Back then, the Demon Court and the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought against each other.

One is the supreme being in the sky!
One is the king of the ground!
And because of the calculations of the ancient sages, no matter whether it was the ancestral witch or the demon court, their vitality was lost.

Not to mention the Ancestral Witch Palace, even the blood essence preserved by the Twelve Ancestral Witches should have disappeared in this world a long time ago. Why, there are these existences in this place...

"Could it be..."

Think of the mysterious man who watched him from behind.

If there are still people in this world who can make themselves unaware, then there is only one realm.

That's the saint!
And being able to preserve the ancestral witch temple is to protect Pangu's essence and blood. Except for her, it is impossible for anyone else, right?
"is it you?"

Wei Ziqing didn't look at the Pangu's essence and blood.

To be honest, Wei Ziqing was extremely eager for Pan Gu's essence and blood.

My ancestral witch body can only be cultivated by relying on Pangu's blood essence. Although I got a drop of Pangu's blood essence in the rigid world, but for this world, the power of Pangu's blood essence is not enough. Far less terrifying than this world.

After all, Pan Gu in that world was at best a quasi-sage.

It is also similar to the strength of the Zuwu in this world.

Only the real blood essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches can be regarded as the real blood essence of Pangu.

And as long as he has this drop of blood essence, he will definitely be able to successfully achieve the body of the ancestral witch, incarnate as a real ancestral witch, with the real body of the ancestral witch, even if he is against Haotian, Tathagata, he will have a real chance of winning.

but……

Wei Ziqing still suppressed his excitement about Pangu's essence and blood, he wanted to know something.

really……

Hearing Wei Ziqing's words, a faint sigh suddenly came from the extremely empty Ancestral Witch Hall: "Yes, it's me..."

The voice was faint, but it was full of emptiness and majesty, as if with her opening, the entire Ancestral Witch Hall came alive, and even the whole hell was trembling...

Countless ghosts and ghosts, even Hades, etc., all knelt down at this moment, trembling...

"Why don't you come out and meet?"

Hearing this voice, Wei Ziqing clenched his fists tightly.

saint!

Even if he met the saint Tongtian, Wei Ziqing still couldn't hide his excitement when he met one saint at a time.

"It's not that I don't see it, it's that I can't see it..."

"why?"

"Because, my name: Houtu..."

Houtu...

Wei Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and then a helpless look appeared on his face: "Sure enough, are all the rumors true?"

According to the rumors, Houtu incarnated in the six realms of reincarnation. Although he became a saint, he lost his freedom.

The six realms of reincarnation are [-]%, and the Houtu no longer exists. Once the Houtu appears, there is only one end, that is: the six realms of reincarnation collapse and live up to existence!
"Then, this Pangu blood essence is actually your blood essence, right? You specially let me enter this ancestral witch palace, and then put your Pangu blood essence in front of me. Can I think that, you, you want to Give me this Pangu blood essence?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

After a long time, Houtu finally said, "Yes!"

"why?"

"Because: My name is Houtu!"

The same sentence, but when the sentence is spoken, it has two different meanings.

But Wei Ziqing understood.

The former represents the sage of Houtu, the sage of Houtu who embodies the six realms of reincarnation.

But the latter represents the ancestral witch Houtu, the one among the twelve ancestral witches, Empress Houtu!
"Why are you so convinced that I will want your blood..."

Wei Ziqing took a deep breath and looked around Zuwu Temple: "Perhaps, I need this drop of blood essence very much, but at the same time, I also believe that relying on this drop of blood essence is definitely not worth my promise... "

This is not Wei Ziqing joking.

Nor is he rampant.

But if this commitment is too big, it may cause me to rely on the monster race to change the heaven, and even cause countless saints to rise up and attack!
This deal, Jedi is not worth it to trade by himself!
Wei Ziqing understands, and so does Houtu!
Houtu became quiet for a long time, before sighing faintly: "I understand, if it is just a single drop of blood essence, it is indeed impossible for you to pay such a high price, but... if you add the essence of the other twelve ancestor Blood, and, where is the real secret of Journey to the West?"

(End of this chapter)