"Moral kidnapping array?"
"The punishment is really too much."
The Moral Kidnapping Formation is also known as the Earth Book Formation.
Based on the fetal membrane of the earth, it connects the mountains, rivers and seas to form a large array of earth scripts.
The defense of this formation may not be as good as the Five Innate Flags, but no monk dares to break it. In the name of deterrence, it has been dubbed the most powerful defensive formation in the world.
If the formation of the Book of the Earth is broken, in an instant, mountains and rivers will collapse, rivers and seas will flow backwards, and all living beings will be devastated. The huge karma will dare to pull down the saint.
Zhen Yuanzi, no exaggeration at all, guarded the Immortal Palace, and no monk in the ancient world dared to break the formation.
It has to be Zhen Yuanzi, really punished!
Zhen Yuanzi sent Shen Gongbao out of Wuzhuang Temple, with a sincere expression on his face asking him to stay, "Xian brother, are you leaving so soon?"
"It's not too late to eat a few ginseng berries before leaving."
"Thank you Brother Zhenyuan for your kindness, but there is not much time left before the Zhuxian battle. Gongbao still needs to invite fellow Taoists from Sanchuan and Wuyue to come and help."
"My dear brother, you still need to be careful."
"Brother, don't worry."
"The male leopard is gone."
A ray of light flew out of Wanshou Mountain and headed straight towards the netherworld.
Walking through the Huangquan Road, stepping through the gate of hell, walking through Fengdu City, and going straight into the deepest part of the dusk.
Pingxin Palace.
Hou Tu was wearing a brocade dress and sitting quietly on the futon, surrounded by a thick and long aura of benevolence.
Shen Gongbao fell outside Pingxin Hall and found that the door of Pingxin Hall was slightly open, so he shamelessly walked in.
"Gongbao, I've met Queen Houtu."
"Yes." Houtu said with a beautiful face and an easy-going nasal voice.
"You came to Netherworld again, have you already broken through to Hunyuan Daluo?" Hou Tu asked in a calm tone.
The increasingly calm tone highlighted the dissatisfaction in Hou Tu's heart. Shen Gongbao worked hard for Jiejiao and completely forgot about the agreement.
Shen Gongbao was ashamed, still remembering Hou Tu's dark words, "With your Hunyuan Golden Immortal cultivation, you can't break it."
Little did they know how much of a blow these words had to Huanxi Leopard's heart.
Shen Gongbao looked at Hou Tu's beautiful face, especially his rebellious and benevolent appearance, and Bao Bao decided to take advantage of it.
"Since returning that day, Gongbao has been unable to sleep at night, and has been thinking and thinking, and finally figured out how to arrange a great spirit gathering formation without anyone noticing, reunite the true spirits, and resurrect the twelve ancestral witches!"
Shen Gongbao's words were astonishing.
Hou Tu's plain beautiful eyes flickered, and his Taoist heart seemed to be trembling, "What method?"
The corner of Shen Gongbao's mouth curled up slightly, and he said mysteriously: "With the power of the human race, we cast twelve golden figures in Jiuzhou, set up a spirit gathering formation, and recreate the twelve ancestral witches!"
Hou Tu's bright eyes dimmed again, "The Wu Clan also had a great cause and effect with the human race back then. This is an act that goes against heaven. The human race will definitely not help the Wu Clan."
"Empress Houtu, please listen to Pindao's words."
"The so-called power of the Nine Provinces will divide if they unite for a long time, and unite if they divide for a long time. If a hero is born in the future, sweeping across the Nine Provinces and reshaping China, and he happens to be close to the Wu Clan, wouldn't this matter be very promising?" Shen Gongbao said mysteriously.
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly, "How can the hero of the human race get close to the witch race?"
"Your Majesty controls the six realms of reincarnation, do you still need Pindao to remind you about this matter?"
"The soul of the witch clan reincarnated into the human race?"
Shen Gongbao nodded, "After the Wu Clan's Yuan Shen reincarnates, he must follow Fu Xi's example, only for the human race, not for the Wu Clan. He must do countless things that are beneficial to the human race, accumulate countless human luck, and prosper the human race."
"After the prosperity of humanity, as the co-leader of the human race, I cast the Twelve Golden People and set up the True Spirit Formation. This can be regarded as repaying the cause and effect of the Wu Clan's help in the prosperity of the human race."
"It's a matter of course. It's perfect. Pindao is so smart. Empress Houtu doesn't need to mention it again."
"At the same time, I would like to remind you that even if the co-leader of the human race successfully helps the human race to prosper and develops a formation that defies the heavens, it will probably suffer a natural disaster. It will be impossible to use the luck of the human race to resist the natural disaster."
"At this time, we need this co-leader of the human race to be tough. His physical body can contain boundless evil energy. His body is comparable to that of an ancestral witch. At the same time, his soul is protected by the emperor's purple energy. Such a great plan can be accomplished!"
Shen Gongbao's words are methodical and logical.
It describes a feasible and promising method.
Houtu sat quietly on the futon, with a peerless appearance and beautiful eyes crinkled.
After talking so much, Shen Gongbao felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the jade cup and took a sip, not caring about the light lip prints on the jade cup.
"Your Majesty, I have really thought deeply about this, so I boldly asked your Majesty to lend me three generals, Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng."
Although Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng still carry the title of great witch, their strength is already comparable to that of the ancestral witches, or even surpassed them.
The Witch Clan is physically invincible and has unparalleled combat power, so they are really suitable to be thugs.
Among the four towers of Zhuxian, Minghe guards the Killing Immortal Tower, Zhen Yuanzi guards the Falling Immortal Tower, and there are still Zhuxian Tower and Juexian Tower left.
The three great witches, Xingtian, Jiufeng, and Xiangliu, can definitely guard the Juexian Palace.
"What do you think, the empress?" Shen Gongbao asked with a little anticipation. After solving such a big event for Hou Tu, Hou Tu must express his gratitude, right?
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes were wrinkled, as if she didn't hear Shen Gongbao's words at all. She raised her eyes and asked, "But the Wu clan has no soul, what should we do?"
Shen Gongbao: "..."
Hou Tu continued: "Even if the Wu clan has a soul, how powerful should the soul be if it wants to withstand the backlash from heaven?"
Shen Gongbao: "Don't rush this, take your time. What do you think Gongbao just said about borrowing the general?"
Hou Tu murmured to himself, "Moreover, the witch clan has deep karma, how can it be possible to have the emperor's purple energy?"
"Empress, please don't be in a hurry. The Tribulation of the Gods is not over yet. Should you consider the immediate situation first?"
"If the Immortal Killing Formation is broken, the male leopard will definitely be caught by the saints and his eyes will be plugged!"
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes were a little dim, "Throughout the ancient times, there were people who were born with the emperor's purple energy, including Dong Wanggong, Emperor Jun, and Taiyi, but they have long since fallen and turned into dust. Today's Haotian is just a false emperor, and there is no emperor's purple energy at all. .”
Seeing that Hou Tu was stunned, Shen Gongbao sighed sharply, "It's all my fault for being too talkative. Forget it, Hou Tu is unreliable, so I can only think of another way."
After Shen Gongbao finished speaking, he turned around to leave Pingxin Hall.
Snap.
The door of Pingxin Palace suddenly closed.
"Mother, you..." Shen Gongbao swallowed it before he finished speaking.
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes were staring closely at Shen Gongbao, shining brightly, ranging from daze to shock. He asked in a serious voice: "How come you are surrounded by the imperial purple energy?"
"What? Emperor's Purple Qi? How come I don't know this?"
In fact, it is very simple. Today, Shen Gongbao controls the Conferring God Platform. All the gods who have been conferred by Calamity Tribulation are consecrated by Shen Gongbao. They have hundreds of millions of imperial purple energy in their body. Is there any problem?
Shen Gongbao was stared at by Hou Tu's beautiful eyes and subconsciously took two steps back, "I don't know..."
The holy voice that followed Hou Tu interrupted Shen Gongbao's words, "The pure-blood witch clan does not have a soul, but the bloodline born from other creatures not only has the body of the witch clan, but also has the soul!"
"With my bloodline and your Emperor's Purple Qi, it's enough to breed a creature! I will definitely be able to withstand the backlash of heaven!"
"Scared!" Shen Gongbao had just reacted and suddenly realized that the body was imprisoned in place.
"Empress, what do you want to do?"
"The conferring of gods is not over yet, it can't be..."
Then he saw Hou Tu's sleeves waving slightly, and Shen Gongbao was pulled in front of Hou Tu.
The elegant black Taoist robe turned into powder under the power of the saint.
Shen Gongbao fell to the ground and lay in the palace. His whole body was imprisoned. He could only look up at Hou Tu's peerless appearance, which was blocked by the mountain... He couldn't see his peerless face.
Shen Gongbao's eyes were shrunk, and he was extremely scared, "Mother, what do you want to do?"
"Pindao has made great contributions to Netherworld and shed blood!"
"Empress, you can't!"
"Empress, please let me go. Please let me go."
All kinds of begging for mercy are of no avail.
Then he saw Houtu slowly leaning down.
In a wise life, the eager public and righteous people, timely rain, righteousness over sex, and happy leopards finally reaped the consequences.
"That's not right! My poor wife is only in the Hunyuan Golden Fairyland, and her cultivation is not enough!"
"I will also help you."
As soon as the sound of the message fell, Shen Gongbao suddenly felt filled.
In an instant, he reached the Hunyuan Daluo realm. In the Netherworld, Houtu should be the supreme, and the power of the Netherworld is blessed by Shen Gongbao, making it easy.
"Hiss!" Shen Gongbao took a breath of cold air.
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, when the poor Taoist reaches Hunyuan Daluo, he will take revenge!"
pS: I may change the cover or the title of the book in the near future, please let everyone know.
