Lishan, in the middle of the mountain range.
Ying Zheng sat in the middle, surrounded by the emperor's purple energy, and a huge shadow of the Human Emperor appeared behind him.
"The true spirit returns, gather!"
Countless light particles emerged and poured into the bodies of the eleven ancestral witches along the earth's veins.
Eleven clay sculptures, the evil spirits around them become more and more powerful.
Wherever it was still a mud body, it had clearly recovered its flesh and blood.
The only thing missing is the true spirit.
Ying Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at the ancestor of Qiankun who was above the nine heavens. The blood in his body flowed faster, and he felt an incomparable sense of closeness and familiarity.
Everyone in the world recognizes him as the ancestor of Qiankun.
But Ying Zheng knew deeply, "That's the father!"
"Father, have you seen it? Zheng'er has lived up to his father's ardent expectations, wiped out the Six Kingdoms, reshaped the Nine Provinces, and achieved the unification of the human race!"
"Now, the true spirit of the ancestral witch has been summoned back!"
"Zheng'er, it's successful!"
Ying Zheng stood up slowly. The breeze blew by, fluttering his black crown uniform. His hair was fluttering, and he could see a pair of beautiful eyes. His brows were heroic and resolute. They were almost carved out of the same mold as Baobao.
Ying Zheng opened his arms and saw the last eleven true spirits pouring into the body of the ancestral witch. He couldn't help shouting: "Resurrection, my uncle!"
It has been planned for a long time and carries the ardent expectations of my father and mother.
When this moment comes true, there are thousands of words to say and indescribable excitement.
Nothing can compare to saying, "Resurrection, my..."
boom! Buzz!
All the light particles merged into the body of the ancestral witch, and the evil aura between heaven and earth suddenly changed.
The endless ferocious energy surged towards the bodies of the eleven ancestral witches with overwhelming force.
To the Witch Clan, evil is equivalent to mana and strength support.
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, sand flew and rocks flew.
The extremely extravagant Afang Palace collapsed in an instant.
The ancestral witch is restored, Afang Palace is overturned, and the earth is pitifully scorched.
The ancestral witch was resurrected, and the destructive divine thunder was blocked by the ancestor of Qiankun.
The general situation is like this, even if it is the way of heaven, there is nothing that can be done about it.
The Eye of Heavenly Punishment finally dispersed unwillingly.
The sea of clouds in the sky.
I, Taiqing, looked like a dead tree, thinking deeply. The resurrection of the ancestral witch is a foregone conclusion. What I really care about is that the shackles were broken just now...
Yuanshi Tianzun's face was gloomy, and although he felt unhappy, he did not say such words as having a shallow blessing, wearing a lin and wearing armor, and transforming from moisture to life.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu. If you scold the Twelve Ancestral Witches, what is the difference between scolding yourself?
Leader Tongtian took back Qingping, "First the Eastern Emperor Taiyi returned, and then the Eleven Ancestral Witches returned. The situation in the prehistoric period became even more complicated and confusing."
"Heaven and earth are chessboards, all spirits are chess pieces, and saints play chess with the pieces. Which saint dares to say that he is the one playing chess with the pieces at this moment?"
Jie Yin and Zhunti looked sad and distressed, "Oh, Ying Zheng succeeded. As the emperor's son and the nephew of all the ancestral witches, the Shi family will probably not be able to avenge this revenge."
Bitter tears fell into Zhunti's mouth, "Bitter, it's really too bitter."
Nuwa had mixed feelings.
Nuwa never expected that the King of Qin who unified the six kingdoms would be the reincarnation of Hou Tu's son...
So is Ying Zheng considered a human race or a witch race?
Sweeping across the six countries and unifying the nine states, the fate of the human race has been unprecedentedly improved.
From this point of view, Ying Zheng is a qualified human emperor.
But Ying Zheng took another action to resurrect the eleven ancestral witches.
Nuwa's beautiful eyes were a little complicated, "I was originally confused as to what kind of monk could make Sister Houtu willing to give birth to a child. Now it seems that resurrecting the eleven ancestral witches is the fundamental purpose!"
Nuwa's beautiful face showed sadness again, "First, Taiyi, and then the ancestral witches. Brother Fuxi is under house arrest in the Huoyun Cave Billion Dollar Society. Is there a chance to escape?"
"Taiyi and the ancestral witch who fell from the Billion Dollar Society still have a chance..."
Nuwa turned around and returned to the Wa Palace.
Taiqing Laozi returned to the Bajing Palace, and Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the Yuxu Palace.
The saints left.
Ancestor Qiankun didn’t know when he left.
(Shen Gongbao: "The strength of Dao Dao cannot be defeated alone, and it will never be exposed.")
Zhen Yuanzi saluted Ying Zheng and said, "Wang Jian has fallen. I am Zhen Yuanzi and I have met the Human Emperor."
This time, Zhen Yuanzi could be considered a winner, breaking through from the quasi-sage Dzogchen realm to the sub-sage peak.
Having proven Yasheng, can Hunyuan Da Luo be far behind?
Minghe held Yuantu and Abi in his hands, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly, "Minghe has met the Human Emperor."
Styx also won this time.
Conferred the gods to measure the calamity and killing, Zhunti completes the way of killing, and attains the supreme Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.
At that time, when he first attained enlightenment, he was only in the first level of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.
But now, entering the world of great struggle, he has directly entered the third level of Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal!
Breaking through two heavens in a row!
You must know that after attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint, any small breakthrough will cost hundreds of millions of dollars to accumulate before you can find the opportunity!
Yes, just find the opportunity!
Breaking through two levels in a row, an absolute surprise!
Ming He and Zhen Yuanzi looked at each other, nodded knowingly, and sighed loyally in their hearts, "As expected of being eager for public good and righteousness *Timely Rain*Ancient Road Hot Heart*Joyful*Gong Bao, my dear brother, if something good happens, you are really thinking of us!"
Ying Zheng cupped his fists and saluted, "Zheng, thank you Ancestor Minghe and Immortal Zhenyuan for your protection."
Ming He and Zhen Yuanzi nodded happily, "As expected of Gong Bao's eldest son, he is so polite!"
This is called [Love House and Crow]
"My dear nephew, if you have nothing to do, come to Wuzhuang to watch and sit there. You can eat all you want with ginseng fruit."
If Qingfeng Mingyue were here, she would definitely cry, "Teacher, it's gone, not a single one is left. Really, the ginseng fruit is gone!"
Zhen Yuanzi: "If you are a small person, Pindao will just use the original source of the ginseng fruit tree to ripen a batch."
Ginseng Fruit: "You are amazing, you are noble!"
Ming He also said quickly: "It's okay to come and sit in the Blood Sea. There aren't many other things in the Blood Sea, but there are a lot of good-looking girls."
Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Then my nephew must go to the Sea of Blood first."
Wow, the taste is right, no doubt of my own blood.
Styx and Zhen Yuanzi left.
The generals and Taoist monks had already fled.
Confucius bragged, but was besieged by divine thunder. He lay dying on the ground, "I...have a cow that doesn't eat grass and can fly..."
"Back...back...to Qufu."
Although Confucius was in pain, he felt happy in his heart, "This wave of help to Ying Zheng has really broadened the road. Even if hundreds of families are wiped out, Confucianism will be fine!"
All the great powers have left.
Lishan restored stability.
boom! boom! boom!
The ground shook in the distance.
Then they saw Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng running towards them, with smiles that were hard to hide on their faces, "Ah ha ha ha!"
"It turns out that he is the second sister Houtu's child. No wonder, it must be the child. The temperament between his eyebrows and the second sister's is so similar."
"Nephew? No...what is his name? Let's meet the emperor!"
"We are my mother's family!"
"I am Xingtian."
"Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng."
Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng surrounded Yingzheng and introduced themselves extremely excitedly.
From Lishan, there were bursts of sounds.
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
After three witchcraft calls, the evil spirit struck the three realms of prehistoric times.
Di Jiang slowly opened his eyes, his face full of confusion, "I...I am resurrected again? What happened to the kidney trouble?"
The ancestral shamans such as Ling Shou, Tian Wu, Qiang Liang, etc. were also confused, "Did a kidney injury happen?"
"Ying Zheng, I have met all your uncles and aunts."
The ancestral witches in Dijiang were even more confused, "Who is he? Why does he look so much like Hou Tu... Why do you call us uncle?"
Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng had tears in their eyes, "Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, eldest sister..."
"This is the second sister Houtu's child. They resurrected my elder brother..."
Xingtian, Xiangliu and Jiufeng explained.
The ancestral witches of Dijiang finally understood the situation of the witch clan in recent years.
The ancestral witches of Dijiang looked ashamed and sighed deeply, "I have suffered so much for Sister Houtu... I have suffered so much for my nephew..."
"The land will live up to the witch..."
Netherworld, deep in the twilight.
Pingxin Palace.
When Hou Tu heard "Live up to the witch", his beautiful eyes had various emotions, and a crystal teardrop quietly fell.
Shen Gongbao pushed the door open and walked in, taking off his mask, with regret on his face, "Oh, all the saints gathered together, but I didn't say a word to my fellow Taoist, please stay. It's really a shame. Oh, it's so uncomfortable."
Before Shen Gongbao could even raise his eyes, a warmth rushed straight into Baobao's arms.
Hou Tu, who was powerful in the three realms and was the supreme being, buried his head in Shen Gongbao's arms, and could faintly hear the beauty's soft cries.
The land behind you will no longer bear witches, and the earth behind you will no longer bear witches.
Incarnated in reincarnation, imprisoned in the netherworld, the loneliness, loneliness, desolation of the billion dollar society, and the grievances of not being understood by the tribe are all expressed at this moment.
Shen Gongbao didn't say anything to comfort him, he just patted Hou Tu's shoulder and adjusted his sitting position so that he could lie in his arms more comfortably.
Silence is better than sound.
“It seems like a loss, but in fact it’s a win-win situation!”
