The Beginning of American Comics

Chapter 396 The Birth of the Witch Clan
As soon as the sound of the explosion sounded, a huge coercion suddenly broke out between the heaven and the earth.

The powerful aura is like destroying the sky and the earth. With Buzhou Mountain as the center, it rolls mighty and mightily in all directions. Wherever it passes, the rocks crack and the waterfall stops flowing.

And the creatures around Buzhou Mountain were all suppressed by this coercion, they couldn't even move, and even some people with shallow foundations sprayed blood directly and fell unconscious on the ground.

"It's the Father God! How is it possible? This is the coercion of the Father God!"

In the Kunlun Mountains, Lao Tzu's expression changed instantly, Yuan Yuan and Tong Tian beside him were also shocked by this coercion at this moment.

The father god they talked about was naturally Pangu.

They were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, and they are most familiar with Pangu's aura. Feeling this coercion at this moment, their hearts sank instantly.

If Pan Gu is revived, they, as Pan Gu Primordial Gods, will naturally be forcibly gathered together to become the original Pan Gu.

This is definitely something they don't want to see.

It's just that under this coercion, they actually have a feeling that they are out of control, and they can't even control their own destiny.

"Pangu's heart? That's how it is!"

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's face was also heavy for a moment, until he saw clearly the place where the merits of the twelve groups collided, he suddenly realized.

But Lin En clearly saw through the Heavenly Dao Mirror that an illusory gap appeared on Mount Buzhou at the place where the twelve groups of merit collided.

Then, in that gap, a golden heart quietly floated there.

It's just that the vitality contained in Pangu's heart is already extremely scarce. If it is not directly revealed, and there is the way of heaven in it, I am afraid that this coercion will not be so strong.

"Father!"

Seeing this heart, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately knelt down on the ground and worshiped Pangu's heart, looking extremely devout.

Suddenly, at the moment when the Twelve Ancestral Witches knelt down, Pangu's heart seemed to respond and beat violently.

"Om..."

The moment Pangu's heart beat, a huge ripple appeared out of thin air, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by a powerful suction force.

Immediately afterwards, the twelve groups of merit were actually sucked into it at the moment Pangu's heart was beating.

At that moment, Pangu's heart seemed to come alive and began to beat violently.

"Boom...boom..."

Like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, the space is distorted and cracked under this beating force.

But the strange thing is that no matter how powerful the heart bursts out, it doesn't do any harm to the surrounding earth, mountains and rivers, as if they are all one.

Pangu's heart beat nine times in a row, which seemed to be the limit, and just after the nine beats, a black line suddenly appeared on Pangu's heart.

Immediately afterwards, dense black lines appeared, and finally, the entire Pangu heart burst into pieces, turning into pieces of blood rain, and sprinkled all around.

It seems that because of the intervention of the twelve groups of merit, Pangu's heart was broken, and he happened to have twelve groups of huge flesh and blood.

As soon as the twelve balls of flesh and blood landed on the ground, they turned into a golden illusory palace. Immediately afterwards, endless khaki aura circulated. The twelve palaces slowly solidified, located around Buzhou Mountain, and became a whole with the mountains and rivers of the earth.

"Are these the twelve halls of the underworld? The ten halls of Yama? The Houtu Palace? The Dijiang Palace?"

Seeing these twelve palaces, Lin En was shocked instantly.

Each of the twelve palaces has its own name, and it is the legendary underworld known in the previous life.

Now, these twelve palaces are located around Buzhou Mountain, forming a huge circle, which is integrated with the mountains, rivers and land.

The situation is like a large natural formation, the breath is integrated, the five elements rotate, yin and yang alternate, mysterious and mysterious, indescribable.

Moreover, these twelve palaces are connected with the breath of the twelve ancestor witches, as if they are part of their bodies.

Just when Lin En thought that this was Heaven's reward for the ancestor witches, the picture in the Heavenly Mirror changed again.

The blood rain from Pangu's heart fell on the ground like a meteor, and instantly combined with the turbid air of the ground to form large cocoons of dark yellow color.

Most of the blood rain fell on the huge bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witch also rose sharply because of this.

That situation was like changing from a thin man with weak breath to a powerful giant all of a sudden.

The aura belonging to the quasi-sage radiated from the Twelve Ancestral Witches in an instant.

"Om..."

The air began to tremble, and even the ground seemed to tremble.

Strains of khaki-yellow turbid air rose and swirled on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, strong figures appeared in the big dark-yellow cocoon, conceived by the blood in Pangu's heart.

"Roar……"

At this moment, Di Jiang's kneeling body suddenly stood up, roaring to the sky, and a group of faint phantoms appeared behind him, in which there seemed to be endless space for rotation.

Immediately afterwards, the other eleven ancestor witches also got up one by one, and clusters of faint phantoms also appeared behind them, as tall as mountains.

Those phantoms seem to be an inexplicable force, more like a talent born from the breakthrough of the twelve ancestor witches to quasi-sage, a dharma that belongs to the flesh and blood of Pangu.

It is more like being drawn out under the influence of twelve underworld palaces, forming an inexplicable formation.

"Om..."

The phantoms behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly began to gather together, and an extremely huge phantom slowly appeared.

The phantom was about the same height as Buzhou Mountain, and his whole body was illusory, even holding a huge ax phantom in his right hand.

As soon as this phantom appeared, it belonged to Pangu's coercion, and instantly filled the whole world.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's expression changed again, he pointed at the sky suddenly, and shouted: "Ding!"

In an instant, three precious lights flashed, which were the Pangu Banner, the Tai Chi Diagram, and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.

Obviously, if it wasn't for Hongjun's suppression, these treasures would probably return to that phantom.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a bell rang suddenly in the wilderness, and the entire time in the wilderness seemed to have a slight fluctuation at the moment when the bell rang.

Obviously it was the movement of the Chaos Clock in the hands of Donghuang Taiyi.

"Is this Pan Gu's real body?"

Seeing the body of the twelve ancestral witches integrated with the twelve palaces of the underworld to form Pangu's real body, Lin En looked sideways for a while, even reluctant to blink his eyes to wait and see.

Lin En also has the vision of opening the sky, but his vision of opening the sky is a vision of the sea of ​​bitterness, a law, and a way.

In this prehistoric world, a vast amount of life energy is needed to activate it, which consumes a lot.

If he is allowed to understand the formation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to open up the sky, understand the formation within it, and combine the two, maybe Lin En can be called Lin Gu in the future.

"Om..."

While Lin En was watching, the whole Pan Gu's real body seemed to become conscious. He turned his head to look around the prehistoric world, and then looked down at the land below him.

On the ground, cocoons one after another also burst open at this moment, and strong figures walked out of them one by one.

Each of those figures is more than ten meters high, with a strong back and a strong waist, with copper tendons and iron bones, standing there like a hill.

The breath on his body is even stronger, each of them is comparable to an immortal, and even the dozen or so strongest figures headed by them are even more comparable to Da Luo Jinxian.

Just in the blink of an eye, the dense figures stood at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the number of which was no less than one million.

These figures seem to be all attracted by the towering figure in front of them, and they feel like they are connected by blood.

"I am Emperor Jiang, and I have established a clan today, saying: Wu!"

"All the creatures transformed by Pangu's blood essence are my witch clan!"

"My Wu Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit, but only the flesh body. I don't respect the Dao, I only respect Pangu, I don't respect the sky, I only worship the mountains, rivers and earth. The Wu Clan...stand up!"

The voice belonging to Dijiang came out from the huge phantom that towered above the sky, and instantly resounded through the world.

At this moment, there seemed to be thunder in the sky and earth, but the thunder just sounded, and the twelve ancestor witches, together with a group of witches, had a faint golden light of merit flickering, and the thunder disappeared immediately.

Then, following the pull of the bloodline, countless witch clans on the ground all opened their mouths and shouted: "Witch...Witch...Witch..."

The sound was like thunder, filling the sky and the earth in an instant, countless rocks cracked in the sound, and countless waterfalls stopped flowing.

Compared with Wan Yao's shout just now, it is not much worse, even stronger.

There are many monster clans, but their cultivation bases are not high, and some of them can't even transform into forms. Although there are few witch clans, they are all powerful.

"Hey... the coercion on Buzhou Mountain seems to have disappeared!"

(End of this chapter)