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Chapter 113 Pangu Remnant Soul
Afterwards, Hou Tu opened the door of the ancient temple of the Wu Clan with a light touch.

When Han Qiao stepped into the ancient temple of the Wu clan, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

During his spiritual exploration, there are countless breaths of people from the Wu clan in the depths of the ancient temple of the Wu clan.

Hou Tuben took away the remaining members of the Wu Clan during the Lich Tribulation, even if they were placed in the ancient temple of the Wu Clan, it is not surprising, but what really surprised him was that he was actually in the deepest part of the ancient temple. Eleven extremely familiar auras were detected.

And these eleven auras come from the auras of the ancestor witches that fell during the Lich Calamity, but the aura is extremely weak, and it is not even as good as a golden fairy.

"Could it be that this ancient temple of the witch clan can revive the ancestor witch?" Thinking of this, Han Qiao couldn't help showing a dazed look.

No wonder Houtu was able to get rid of the evil spirit in his heart for thousands of years. Presumably the fallen ancestral witch might be resurrected.

Immediately, two dazzling rays of light burst out from Han Qiao's pupils, and then he saw the scene of the ancient temple of the Wu Clan.

I saw a water cave filled with rich aura of heaven and earth in the depths of the ancient temple of the Wu clan, and there were 11 light clusters in the water cave.

There is a child wrapped in that light group, one female and ten males, who happen to be those ancestor witches who have fallen.

Seeing this, Han Qiao couldn't help but cast his eyes on Houtu Ancestral Witch, "Fellow Houtu, this is..."

Houtu didn't hide it when he saw this, and then said with a smile, "After the Lich's calamity was over, I took the members of the witch clan away in despair, but I didn't expect that in the big array of Zhoutian stars, I would capture The power of the souls of the fallen brother and sister in Yiyang! Although those souls are extremely weak, but fortunately the Jingshi Bailian Shenshui has the power to collect the souls of heaven and earth. It took me thousands of years to collect the souls of my brother and sister. Collect it!"

"But it's a pity that even if I gather the power of reincarnation in the underworld, I can't completely restore the souls of my brother and sister. Now they have basically forgotten the past!"

Han Qiao couldn't help showing a look of surprise when he heard the words, "No wonder that although these eleven auras are very similar to Zuwu, they always feel that something is missing, and the aura is much weaker!"

"That's right! Since my brothers and sisters have a lot of crippled souls, they are naturally different from the past, but I am satisfied with such a result!" Houtu said with a smile on his face, "Now fellow Taoists have come to the Witch Clan Gudian, do you still have doubts in your heart?"

Han Qiao shook his head when he heard the words, "The doubts in my heart have not been solved yet, please wait for a while!"

Immediately, the power of Han Qiao's consciousness exploded completely, sweeping towards the ancient temple of the Wu Clan like a tide.

Seeing this, Hou Tu didn't say much, but waited quietly.

A moment later, Han Qiao's eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling divine light burst out from the pupils, and then his eyes fell on a void deep in the ancient temple of the Wu Clan, and he said lightly.

"Not coming out yet?"

As soon as the words fell, the void in the ancient temple of the Wu Clan suddenly fluctuated, and then a strong man with a rough face slowly emerged.

"Pangu's broken soul!" Seeing this, Han Qiao couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Father God!" Houtu's eyes fell on the strong man, his eyes were full of shock, and immediately, Houtu respectfully bowed down to the strong man.

Hou Tu's behavior undoubtedly proved that this strong man was Pan Gu.

Pangu Canpo looked at Houtu with a smile on his face, and then his eyes fell on Han Qiao, "I don't know which great world my little friend came from?"

Han Qiao's eyes froze when he heard the words, what did Pan Gu mean by this, could there be other Great Thousand Worlds that are the same as the Primordial World?

"I don't know what Fellow Daoist Pan Gu said, but is there another Great Thousand World?" Han Qiao asked with a puzzled face.

Pangu Canpo couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he heard the words, "Don't you, my little friend, come from other great worlds?"

"This seat is a bitter bamboo born in the prehistoric world. I don't know why you said that?" Han Qiao said with certainty, of course he didn't say anything about time travel.

Pangu Canpo took a deep look at Han Qiao, and then spoke.

"At the beginning of the birth of Chaos, and evolved into the Three Thousand Worlds, I found that Xiaoyou's soul is quite strange, and thought that Xiaoyou came from other Great Thousand Worlds!"

Han Qiao couldn't help but startled when he heard the words. He thought that only Pangu could open up the world in the chaos, but he didn't expect that there were three thousand worlds in the chaos that were similar to the prehistoric world.

The most important thing is, how did Pan Gu see that his soul is strange, could it be that he realized that he came from time travel?
"I don't know how Fellow Daoist Pangu found out that my soul is strange!"

"Well!" Pangu looked at Han Qiao, with a dazzling light in his pupils, and then said in a buzzing voice, "This seat opened up the prehistoric world, so naturally I know the cultivation methods of the prehistoric world, but the aura exuding from you It is not any method of cultivation in the prehistoric world, so I feel that you are from other great worlds!"

When Han Qiao heard this, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

No wonder I felt the prying eyes of inexplicable power the first time I entered the ancient temple of the Wu Clan. Presumably, Pangu, the creator god, sensed the aura of the prehistoric small world overflowing from his experience.

At this moment, the Houtu Ancestral Witch asked a little excitedly, "Father God, now your remnant remains in the ancient temple of the Wu Clan, what about your real body? Is it still alive?"

Han Qiao also squinted his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and he was also curious whether Pan Gu was still alive?

After all, even the Chaos and Nothingness that was killed by the ancestor Hongjun can be resurrected through the power of reincarnation, let alone Pangu, the great god of chaos who opened up the prehistoric world?

Perhaps, Pan Gu is really still alive.

Pangu Canpo couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he heard the words, and then sighed slowly.

"After the creation of the world, I died of exhaustion, and there is no possibility of resurrection! Now this ray of remnant soul is just the last ray of consciousness left by me in the world. After the long river of time, the energy of this remnant soul It's about to disappear!"

"So that's how it is!" Han Qiao sighed deeply when he heard the words. He never thought that he would be as strong as Pan Gu, the great god of chaos, and that he would have no possibility of resurrection after opening up the world.

Suddenly, Pan Gu's remnant eyes fell on Han Qiao, and said, "I have left this strand of soul to this day because I want to explain something to the strong in the prehistoric world!"

Seeing this, Han Qiao couldn't help but stare blankly.

Could it be that God Pangu has something to tell himself with this expression?But now I am only on the 8th floor of the Great Dao Realm, and Pan Gu's realm is half a step to the Heavenly Realm. How can I solve things that even he can't solve?

(End of this chapter)