Hong Huang: Sign In From The Willow

"Wu Zun take this seriously?"

As soon as this remark came out, Houtu could no longer maintain his previous calm.

"Is there any hope for Dijiang Dage and Xuanming Big sis to be resurrected?"

Hou Tu's eyes were red, and he asked eagerly.

In the Lich War, all the eleven ancestor witches died in battle, and even Gong Gong died because of his anger and insufficiency.

The twelve ancestors of the witches originated from the same source, and hearing the news that the Big Brothers might still be alive, how could Hou Tu keep calm in his heart?

"You stay safe and restless, and then shake it down, I'm afraid the poor body's bones will fall apart."

Liu Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head, gently pulling away Houtu's arms.

Houtu's face flushed immediately, barely restraining the excitement in his heart.

But still staring at Liu Ming with scorching eyes, looking forward to his next move.

Liu Ming waved his big sleeves, and the law of space turned into a chain of order, enveloping it, revealing strands of divine might.

Behind him, the hollow willow trees rise and fall, as if there are three thousand great worlds surrounding the heavens.

An incomparably majestic Blood Qi suddenly cut through time and space, and descended into the underworld, causing a riot in the power of Yin Sha, and the entire Six Paths of Reincarnation trembled.

Houtu took the shot in time, and the vast Sage swept across, shrouded in light, gradually calming down the underworld.

With the joint suppression of Houtu and Chaos Bead, the afterwaves were not allowed to pass to the outside world.

The divine light dissipated, and a majestic Great Hall stood in the underworld, with ancient lines on it as if it were a heart vein.

Liu Ming's face paled slightly, looking at the behemoth in front of him, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Had it not been for him to integrate Pangu's painstaking efforts and obtain Pangu god-tier inheritance, he would really not be able to handle this thing.

"Wu Zun, what are you..."

Houtu was also stunned, Wu Zun even moved the Pangu Temple to the underworld.

"Follow me in!"

Liu Ming walked straight into the Pangu Temple.

Houtu also followed closely, and the two have been to the Pangu blood pool.

After walking to the center of the Pangu blood pool, Liu Ming waved his sleeves and eleven faint true spirits hovered in front of him.

"Before the war, I had a foreboding that this battle was neither good nor bad, so I kept a trace of the origins of Dijiang and others in advance, so that I can save it for today."

Houtu's eyes lit up in an instant, and then he seemed to think of something, and said with a wry smile:

"Venerable Wu, now the blood of the Wu clan has withered, and the Pangu blood pool has also dried up.

Only relying on the Pangu Temple, I am afraid that my brothers cannot be resurrected. "

These eleven silk true spirits are more dilapidated than Chiyou's, so what can they do?

Liu Ming didn't say a word, the mysterious Taoist rhyme burst out between his two fingers, and he swiped in the void one after another.

Pangu's blood flew out and entered the eleven real spirits.

However, as Houtu said, the true spirits of Dijiang and others were too broken.

Therefore, Liu Ming first used the energy in his heart and blood to repair the true spirits for Dijiang and the others, and then help them restore their bodies.

With the gradual consumption and dilution of the strength of the blood, the eleven real spirits appeared golden light.

Then the boundless Killing intent surged, and the mysterious light enveloped the twelve real spirits, and the flesh and bones evolved.

"Om!"

With a deep roar, in the extremely excited eyes of Hou Tu, the figure of the 12th Ancestor Witch appeared in front of them.

"Didn't we... have fallen?"

Looking at the other brothers and sisters, Di Jiang suddenly looked astonished and authentic.

"Why do you think I took a trace of your origin in the first place?"

Liu Ming looked at Dijiang and the others, and said with a chuckle.

"Wu Zun...you resurrected me with god-tier!"

The Eleventh Ancestor Witch's heart suddenly shook, and then he understood Liu Ming's intentions.

"We thank Wu Zun for the great kindness!"

Di Jiang and the others immediately saluted respectfully, and said with excitement in their eyes.

"Puff!"

A group of ancestral witches knelt on the ground, their hearts surging.

The twelve ancestor witches who have always been proud of themselves, do not worship heaven or kneel down, but honor Father Pangu.

Even Sage couldn't let them bend their spine.

At this moment Liu Ming has completely won the trust of the Twelve Ancestral Witch.

From the perspective of the ancestor witch, Liu Ming is the inheritor of Pangu and the new father god of the witch clan.

Now the grace of reconstruction is even more profound.

"Brother..."

The mist in Houtu's beautiful eyes made her weep with joy.

Even if she is Sage now, she is very happy to see her dead brothers resurrected.

Then Liu Ming took out the black classics and wrote the names of the ten great ancestor witches above the ten great Yamas, with golden hooks and silver pens shining brightly.

After arranging the ten great ancestor witches, Liu Ming turned his gaze to Xuan Ming.

"Xuanming fellow daoist, we still lack the position of Granny Meng.

There is a River of Forgetfulness under the Bridge of Helplessness, and you will have to work hard to guard it in the future. "

Xuan Ming smiled and nodded, the black light flashed, transforming into an old woman, holding a bowl of Granny Meng’s Soup.

A bowl of Granny Meng’s Soup, the world is forgotten.

With the return of Granny Meng and Yama of the Ten Temples, Houtu and Liu Ming could clearly feel it.

The luck of the entire underworld skyrocketed several times in an instant.

It's just that now with the protection of the Chaos Orb, no one of those great powers can feel the abnormal changes in the underworld.

Zhu Rong scratched his head and said in a buzzing voice:

"It's good to be resurrected now, and I can stay here to accompany the little girl.

It’s just Wu Zun. Will our brother’s Cultivation Base be too low? "

Di Jiang raised his huge fist and punched Zhu Rong fiercely. The latter suddenly looked at him with aggrieved expression.

"Dage, why are you hitting me?"

Seeing this, Hou Tu pursed his lips and chuckled, explaining:

"The Lich's calamity is calculated by Heavenly Dao.

If the Big Brothers walked out of the underworld in such a grand manner, Heavenly Dao would definitely punish them.

By then, both of us and Wu Zun are in trouble. "

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became a bit silent.

"Boom!"

Suddenly Zhu Rong shook his fist and slammed into the stone pillar next to him in anger.

"Sooner or later, daddy will overturn this day and expel Na Hongjun and Heavenly Dao from the world of Father God."

Even when Hou Tu heard this, he felt helpless.

The Witch tribe suffered such calculations, and the twelve ancestor witches were extremely angry.

But overthrowing Heavenly Dao is not easy.

Heavenly Dao is not a creature, but the incarnation of rules in the prehistoric, running everything coldly.

"Since Venerable Wu has a way to resurrect us, can we let the little girl walk out of the underworld?"

Emperor Jiang Zu Wu hugged the cupped fist and said in a deep voice.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Liu Ming at the same time, even Hou Tu.

Liu Ming's expression changed slightly. He had also thought about using Pangu's painstaking efforts to shape an ancestral witch's real body to help Houtu leave the underworld.

But now he thought of another possibility.

If this plan is successful, the underworld will truly fight Heavenly Dao.

Just as he was about to explain to Hou Tu and others, he remembered the voice of the Master Tongtian.

"Disciple, Daozu summoned us and told us to go to the Zixiao Palace as soon as possible. We have important matters to discuss."

Liu Ming looked stunned, but he didn't expect that Tong Tian would call himself over at this time.

However, he still has doubts about the Demon God Realm in his heart to ask Hongjun.

He immediately said to Houtu and others: "Hongjun summoned us to go to the Zixiao Palace, and I will discuss it again when I come back."

After thinking for a while, Liu Ming put away the Chaos Orb in the underworld.

The Ancestral Witch's strength is now severely damaged and will not pose much threat to Heavenly Dao's general trend.

In any case, the Wu clan has already withdrawn from the prehistoric stage.

On the contrary, if the underground palace disappears from Heavenly Dao and Hong Jun's sight for a long time, it may make the latter suspect that Liu Ming has the Chaos Orb in his hands.

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