All Heavens, Space and Ten Thousand Realms

Chapter 343 Ancestral Witch Essence and Blood
Although Wu Shisan is also an ancestor witch, he is different from other ancestor witches.

Witch Shisan did not have the pure innate avenue of chaos, nor did he inherit the legacy of Pan Gu, but was formed by the gathering of twelve ancestral witches with their own essence and blood.

This ancestral witch is weaker than ordinary ancestral witches.

But the potential is extraordinary.

It's a pity that the extraordinary potential is useless. After the ancestral witch incarnation of Houtu, Wu Shisan's strength is weaker than other ancestral witches.

Then in the Lich War, whenever the ancestor witch died, Wu Shisan's strength would drop a bit.

This is common sense.

Heaven reincarnates.
Otherwise, the ancestors and witches would work together to create witches [-] and [-]... wouldn't the witch clan easily rule the prehistoric world?

Wu Shisan had already fallen without displaying his strength, and this place was exactly where he fell.

Ming Yang checked carefully, but still felt a little surprised.

The blood essence of the Twelve Ancestral Witches seemed to have disappeared in this place.

Thinking of this, Ming Yang swayed his body and punched the void. This punch vibrated the void and directly broke the space.

The method of physical sanctification is so overbearing.

After the space was shattered, a strange small world was slowly forming in this battle. In this small world, twelve drops of essence and blood were blended together to slowly conceive an incomparably huge figure.

Seeing this scene, Ming Yang was slightly taken aback.

"This... If it is born, I am afraid that the strength will be No. 1 under the saint!"

Twelve drops of blood essence are slowly conceived in this place, unlike Wu Shisan who is formed in a hurry, when the blood essence is completely fused, if this person is born, he has merged the potential and most of the strength of the twelve ancestor witches, and his strength will definitely Abnormal horror.

As you can imagine, its strength.

"In later generations, I have never heard of such characters appearing. I really don't know how many unsolved mysteries there are in this prehistoric continent."

Ming Yang thought deeply, and stepped into this small world.

In an instant, this small world collapsed.

A small world like this, depending on the size of the world, can accommodate different cultivators. Similar to this small world, at most a fairy descends, and Ming Yang enters it, and the small world is instantly shattered.

But this is not critical.

After shattering, the figure formed by twelve drops of blood essence turned into a black monster, roaring towards Ming Yang.

Among them, a trace of magic energy escaped.

"kindness?"

Ming Yang's expression changed slightly.

These twelve drops of blood essence were somehow tampered with, and they were infiltrated with incomparably pure devilish energy, and this kind of devilish energy was rarely seen in the entire Great Desolate Continent. , there are thirty or forty big Luo Jinxians, but no one has such a magical body protection.

"I never thought that the Demon Dao would be so prepared."

Ming Yang murmured in a low voice, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

Ordinary Daluo Jinxian dare not do anything with this pure magic energy. Once entangled by this magic energy, it will take tens of millions of years to slowly wear away. The troubles involved are not something ordinary people can persist.

If you accidentally enter the magic path, you will be doomed forever.

But Ming Yang has no such worries.

Opening his mouth, Ming Yang grabbed directly and swallowed the essence and blood of the twelve ancestor witches, even swallowing the devilish energy in one gulp.

After swallowing, a chaotic breath appeared in Ming Yang's physical body.

"The Daluo Jinxian, whose body was sanctified, happened to become my body."

Amidst the devilish energy, a wild and domineering idea appeared.

In an instant, the devilish energy surged, wanting to occupy Ming Yang's body.

But Mingyang's expression remained unchanged, the heaven and earth treasure mirror exuded a faint light, and various innate formations formed a huge formation, surrounding Mingyang's body, and the 48 Dinghai God beads seemed to be embedded in Mingyang's body, emitting light. With a scorching light.

The body didn't move at all, but the demonic energy was suppressed.

No matter how turbulent the magic energy is, it has no effect at all.

Not only that, under Ming Yang's suppression, the devilish energy was slowly melted and merged into Ming Yang's body.

The physical body that was originally trapped in shackles, unexpectedly made a little breakthrough.

After more than 200 years, the demonic energy in the body dissipated, leaving only a mass of blood essence of the twelve ancestor witches exuding this ancient and strange aura.

Seeing this, Ming Yang's face brightened, and he walked out of the battle.

Prehistoric, somewhere in the void.

A group of black rays of light hovered in a black lotus, shining with mysterious black rays of light.

"Hey, the breath of the Primal Primal Chaos Demon is so easy to refine. When the time comes, another demon body will come under the catastrophe..."

……

Buzhou Mountain.

When Mingyang came, Buzhou Mountain had already turned into an endless mountain range.

The location of a main essence in Buzhou Mountain has already been taken away by people with great supernatural powers and refined into acquired treasures.

Other people with great supernatural powers also moved their minds.

Now that Buzhou Mountain has collapsed, the remaining things can naturally be taken away and refined into treasures.

Many people with great supernatural powers have more or less taken part of it.

When Ming Yang arrived here, he was already scattered.

But seeing this, Ming Yang didn't care too much. After wandering in the Buzhou Mountains for a while, he raised his hand, mana surged out, and directly grabbed the [-] Buzhou Mountains' veins and put them away.

Harvesting a part of the mountain is different from harvesting the veins of the earth, and the movement caused by Mingyang is a bit too big.

In the Kunlun Mountains, several escaping lights flew over immediately.

The two leaders, Ming Yang, are still very familiar with each other.

"Fellow Daoist Mingyang, it turns out that you are here, so I thought who it was."

Yuanshi Tianzun greeted and asked with a slight salute, Ming Yang also returned the salute, and Dong Wanggong who came later also saluted and said hello.

It's just that compared to the high-spiritedness before, the current Duke Dong is a little quieter, and his demeanor is not as good as forgetting the past.

"Two fellow daoists, don't be in a hurry. I took these three hundred veins, which are suitable for putting into the abbot's fairy mountain to conceive a world." Ming Yang explained with a smile.

Yuanshi Tianzun and Dongwanggong were slightly stunned and didn't say anything.

"Fellow daoists are great talents, just do what you want."

The Eastern Prince smiled awkwardly.

Fangzhang Xianshan is the first of the three overseas mountains, but it is still a little worse than Kunlun Mountain.

It's just that here in Mingyang, he has to open up a world by himself, but in Kunlun Mountain, the Eastern Prince is neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

In the past, Duke Dong was the head of all immortals and the lord of Kunlun Mountain, but now...

The head of all the immortals is Tianting Haotian, and the master of Kunlun Mountain is the sage Yuanshi Tianzun. In comparison, Dong Wanggong is really sad to the extreme.

Ming Yang collected the mountains, his body turned into a ray of light, and soon fell into the Abbot's fairy mountain.

After entering Fangzhang Xianshan, Ming Yang began to arrange for cultivation again.

But this time, Ming Yang was truly generous.

(End of this chapter)