Nether Pingxin Palace.
Surrounded by the rich and pure yin and yang aura.
Shen Gongbao was only a late Hunyuan Golden Immortal, so how could he be Hou Tu's opponent.
In the Netherworld, Hou Tu is the supreme being, and I am afraid that even if Hongjun comes, he will not be able to get any benefits.
Shen Gongbao was naturally stopped by time.
Being done as he pleases.
Hou Tu transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and became a saint, possessing a soul that was no less than a saint.
However, Shen Gongbao moved freely and horizontally, mastered the Conferred God Platform, held the seals of the Immortals and Saints, and became accustomed to Hei Laoliu, and he slowly nourished the emperor's purple energy.
The bloodline qualifications bred from the bloodline of an authentic saint + the soul of an authentic saint + the purple energy of the Leopard Emperor can be described as terrifying.
After the bloodline is born and the great rejuvenation of humanity is completed, he will be able to withstand the backlash of heaven, cast twelve golden men, set up a great spirit gathering formation, and resurrect the twelve ancestral witches!
Hou Tu also recognized this point.
And I'm afraid that with only a few times, I won't be able to cultivate a new generation of human emperors. new
So he didn't want to let go at all.
The storm is blowing hard, and the beautiful shadows are floating.
Just as he slipped, he was caught again.
Then he saw that the entire Netherworld's twilight mist and deathly energy dissipated with the joy of Houtu Saint.
Emperor Fengdu, who was in the Fengdu Hall and was working hard and diligently on his official duties, looked confused on his face, looked at the Pingxin Hall, and murmured: "A kidney problem happened?"
Pingxin Hall, the door is closed.
But it is only open to Baobao. You can even enter through the middle door or the back door instead of the main door.
Shen Gongbao opened his eyes wide, with a mixture of emotions on his face, and kept murmuring: "Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, Baobao will definitely take revenge!"
Then, he closed his eyes unwillingly.
Showing some enjoyment.
If you can't win again and again, what can you do?
boom! Buzz!
Then he saw the pure yin and yang energy surrounding Shen Gongbao's Tao body and nourishing Shen Gongbao's Tao body.
There are 365 major acupoints and 129,600 hairs, all of which are nourished by the purest Taoist charm.
Previously, he broke through to the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal. If the state was still a bit unstable, now the aura around him is getting stronger and stronger.
The realm of cultivation has been completely stabilized at the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and there is a faint potential for a breakthrough.
A stream of heat like a stamen continues to nourish the Tao body, all of which will turn into the accumulation of Shen Gongbao's breakthrough.
Time is like fine sand.
In the blink of an eye, seventy-seven forty-nine days passed.
In Pingxin Hall.
There was silence.
There was only Shen Gongbao's aggrieved sigh, "The calamity of Conferring God to the Gods is not over yet, why should I hand over my capital and profits to Pindao?"
Hou Tu's complexion was rosy, his beautiful face was even more rosy, and his beautiful deep eyes were shining brightly. He seemed to be very sure about cultivating a new generation of human emperors.
"Needless to say, today You Ming owes you a great cause and effect. I can immediately order that Fengdu abdicates and you can ascend the throne of Emperor Yin." Hou Tu's condition was that he would be resurrected after the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and then let Shen Gongbao be the Emperor Yin. .
"Farewell, I'm not even remotely interested in being the Lord of the Netherworld."
"Let's talk about it later."
Hou Tu nodded, "Whenever you have an idea, please let me know at any time."
"Ang." Shen Gongbao nodded casually.
"What did you say before about borrowing the general?"
Houtu Jinxiu waved his sleeves, and the black-yellow token hung in the air and flew to Shen Gongbao.
The token is about the size of a palm, with a black and yellow body, with Taoist patterns engraved on it, and the inscription: "Hou Tu"
"You can take this token and go to Pangu Palace to look for Xingtian, Jiufeng, and Xiangliu. When they see the token, they will help you."
"hold head high."
"...Well, I don't know the way to Pangu Palace."
As soon as the Dao sound fell, a black and yellow light emitted from the token, and the location of Pangu Palace was imprinted in Shen Gongbao's sea of consciousness.
"Deep in the primitive jungle is the Pangu Palace."
"Okay, I'll say goodbye."
Shen Gongbao turned around, stopped where he was, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
"Stop moving the tire."
Thousands of words, spoken suddenly.
Houtu, who did not understand the relationship between men and women, turned slightly red and tried his best to maintain the majesty of a saint, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Although the words were tough, they gave Shen Gongbao a soft feeling.
A typical dead duck with a tough mouth.
"Don't dare."
"If anything happens, you can summon Pindao at any time. Pindao will always be there."
Shen Gongbao was nourished by the supreme yin and yang energy, his cultivation was stable, and he successfully reached the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
In the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he was already on par with the Prehistoric Ya Saint.
What about the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal?
Shen Gongbao felt that he could beat Kong Xuan with one hand, who said, "The world is so big that you can go there alone."
But he is no match for the saint.
Specifically, you still need to fight against the saint to find out.
"Yeah." Hou Tu wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he let out a soft hum.
"Pindao is gone."
After Shen Gongbao said this, he turned into a stream of light and left the netherworld.
The dissipated dusk mist gathered again and enveloped the entire Netherworld.
In the main hall of Fengdu, Fengdu looked confused and puzzled, "In the past, the twilight atmosphere was lonely and desolate, and eternally sad... But this twilight atmosphere actually revealed joy and joy..."
"Something is very wrong... without the terrifying atmosphere of Senluo, would the underworld still be called the underworld?"
Fengdu really wanted to look up to the sky and scream, "What happened to the kidneys?"
"Forget it, let's go to work." Fengdu sat down again and dealt with Nether government affairs.
And at the same time.
Shen Gongbao turned into a stream of light and shuttled freely between the sea of clouds, with a lot of thoughts, "A dirty-minded woman? No, not really, it's all for free!"
The sorrows and joys of the ancient monks are connected to a certain extent.
Shen Gongbao can understand the lethality of the phrase "there will be no more witches in the land" and his urgency to resurrect the eleven ancestral witches.
Impulse will make people lose their reason, even if they are saints, it is inevitable to some extent.
"That's all, let's wait and see if Pindao is not caught and thrown into the sea after the gods are enthroned to measure the calamity."
Whoa, a black shadow shuttled across the world.
Primitive dense forest, the deepest part.
Pangu Hall is secretly hidden here.
Xing Tian held Qianqi in his hand with a depressed look on his face, "Oh, I originally wanted to seek revenge from Guang Chengzi and Antarctic Immortal, but Yuqing took action in person!"
Guangchengzi and Nanji Xianweng deceived Jiutou, the leader of the Jiuli tribe, and took action against the human race, causing the witch tribe to suffer huge karma again. If they don't avenge this revenge, they vow not to become witches.
If Xing Tian's previous personality was followed, he would have split Guang Chengzi in half long ago.
However, the Wu Clan is no longer the same as it used to be.
In the battle between the lich and the witch, the vitality of the witch clan was severely damaged, hundreds of millions of clan members perished, and all their compatriots withered away.
Today's Wu clan can't help Xingtian.
"Alas!" Xing Tian sighed deeply.
The price paid by hundreds of millions of compatriots for the growth of the descendants of the Wu clan is too high.
"Why do fellow Taoists sigh?" A Taoist voice suddenly sounded from behind the primitive jungle.
Xingtian instinctively tightened his grip on Qianqi, a fierce aura surged around his body, and he unleashed his murderous intent, "Who?"
Shen Gongbao slowly revealed his Taoist body, "Shen Gongbao, a poor Taoist, has seen the great witch Xingtian."
Xing Tian looked at the visitor. He was wearing a black Taoist robe and had a handsome face, comparable to the legendary reader giant, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Being handsome means you can do whatever you want.
"Are you that Shen Gongbao who is anxious for justice and loves justice * timely rain * ancient roads and warm heart?"
"Have you heard of the story of Ping Dao, the Great Witch of Xingtian?"
"I've heard of it, I'll die!"
