Prehistoric: The Ancestor Of Kunpeng

74 Happy Daoist Exit

It wasn’t until this moment that Houtian understood that this Great Master Puxiu was not a spiritual creature born from an independent world.

It was one of the three corpses cut by Daoist in the West. It looked like it was most likely the evil corpse among the three corpses.

“Oh? Mighty Wu Clan? The first name is Gao? Can you enlighten me?” Zhun Ti Daoist asked with a smile.

“Houtu.”

When Tu said the name later, Zhunti’s face changed. He glared at Pu Xiu and said, “How can you provoke her?”

Pu Xiu is also a little unclear. After all, he is just a corpse Zhun mentioned, not independent of life in this world, so he doesn’t understand many secrets of the prehistoric.

“That’s it, it’s over. It’s useless to say more. It seems that I can only kill you here today to protect Wu You from the back.” Zhunti Daoist has already moved to kill.

Although Zhunti at this time failed to prove Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, he was definitely considered to be the strongest group of people in the world besides Sage.

And if not, history has changed, and one of the six futons in Zixiao Palace belongs to own, maybe Zhunti is already Sage now.

Unfortunately, all of this can only be a if, because Kunpeng is no longer the Kunpeng in history.

…

Hou Tu can also see that today’s Zhun Ti must kill himself. After all, the threat of the Witch Clan is feared by no one in the prehistoric, even Sage is no exception.

I saw Hou Earth turned into a knife, cut open his own wrist, a drop of Blood Essence gushing out, it did not fall on the ground, but slowly floated into the air.

“Father Pangu, with my Blood Essence, help me punish me.” Houtu knelt on the ground and prayed silently.

The drop of golden blood floated to Zhunti Daoist’s face at an extremely fast speed.

Zhunti Daoist paled in shock, spreading his teeth and dancing his claws and rubbed Own’s face, but it was too late.

“What are you going to do!?” Zhunti said furiously.

But Hou Tu ignored him, and instead said: “From today, if I don’t die, and in the future, I will be able to mention it until I die!”

“Father Pangu is here, give me magical powers!” Houtu gave a cry, and his breath soared, climbing to an incredible Realm.

Zhunti also knew at this moment that this was a secret magical power of the Witch Clan. Once it was confirmed, he would never give up. Then the whole Witch Clan would come violently, and he would be able to take it and walk around.

Zhunti is already the late stage Cultivation Base of the quasi-sage, while Houtu is just the peak of the Daluo Jinxian, and there is a huge gap between the two.

With every blow, Houtu spit out a mouthful of blood.

Every time Zhunti makes a shot, Houtu will weaken by one point. Over time, Houtu has reached the end of the crossbow, and has come to the edge of Death.

“Am I going to die here?”

In the dimness, Houtu couldn’t see the surrounding scene clearly, only his own consciousness was still awake.

“No, the Witch Clan can’t live without me.” Houtu was very firm in her heart. She knew that this was a catastrophe for own.

…

At this time, in the unnamed South China Sea, a Tsing Yi Daoist was standing beside Xu Qing.

“This is one of Xiantian’s top ten spiritual roots, Xianxing.” Xu Qing said.

And the Daoist standing on the opposite side is naturally the Xiaoyao Daoist.

This time he was called by the deity to come here.

“My deity, what do you mean?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked very puzzled.

“You take this thing, and go to the Wu Clan Houtu tribe to find a girl named Xiao Xuan’er, and save her life with this thing.” Xu Qing said.

Xiaoyao Daoist is still a bit confused for a while.

“This…Witch race?”

“Yes, you don’t have to worry, the great witch doctor of the Houtu tribe will definitely help you. You only need to give this thing to him.” Xu Qing said again.

“Within three years, be sure to handle this matter properly.” Xu Qing exhorted again.

Xiaoyao Daoist said seriously, “Please rest assured, I will do my best to handle this matter.”

After that, Xiaoyao Daoist turned and left.

And the huge rock hanging in Xu Qing’s heart finally fell.

The reason why he asked Xiaoyao Daoist to do this is not the free Daoist, because Xiaoyao Daoist is the first corpse, and it is more of a benevolent corpse.

This fairy apricot is the treasure of later generations, Yunzhongzi, and was later given to his own disciple Lei Zhenzi. Lei Zhenzi has become a leader that can compete with the three generations of interpretation and education. It can be said that this treasure is all due to it.

Although this is not the most precious existence among the top ten Spiritual Roots, each of the top ten Spiritual Roots is extraordinary and is a good fortune.

Xu Qing originally wondered if anything interesting would happen to the collection of the top ten Spiritual Roots in the future.

But since Qinglian transformed into form, Xu Qing’s thoughts have gradually faded. These ten Spiritual Roots are uncommon, how can they all belong to one person?

Xu Qing couldn’t get the Spiritual Roots of Kunlun Mountain alone. It was a wonderful thing to make the best use of everything. After Xu Qing figured out this section, he was relieved.

…

After that Xiaoyao Daoist came to the tribe of Wu Clan Houtu, he found the girl named Xiao Xuan’er.

“Uncle, who are you?” Xiao Xuan’er is very cute, with very smart eyes.

Now she is sixteen years old, and she will be twenty in four years, so Xu Qing told Xiaoyao that Daoist must complete this within three years.

“I am Kunpeng’s friend.” Xiaoyao Daoist said.

“Oh, so you are Xu Dage’s friend. Is Xu Dage okay? Houtu Big sis is also with him?”

Xiao Xuan’er kept asking questions like a curious baby.

Xiaoyao Daoist only said: “Yes, they are very good, where is your clan’s great witch doctor?”

“The Great Witch Doctor has also gone out. He hasn’t come back yet, and I don’t know where he has gone.” Xiao Xuan’er said calmly.

“Then do you know when he will be back?” Xiaoyao Daoist asked eagerly.

“I don’t know this too well, but I think he will come back before I die, he also likes me very much.”

When Xiao Xuan’er said this, she couldn’t help but shed tears, and then smiled like self-deprecating, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Hey, how can this be good.”

At this moment, the Xiaoyao Daoist was already very eager. Xu Qing told him that it was not enough to have this fairy apricot, and that a great witch doctor would do it himself, or someone who did not have the skill of medicine to do it.

But the predecessor is so big, where should I look for the great witch doctor?

Xiaoyao Daoist paced back and forth, frowning for a while.