Lishan, it’s over.
All the great saints and all the great powers have left.
Ying Zheng also returned to the palace. Although he had resurrected his uncles, the affairs of the world were not over yet, and Ying Zheng needed to be in charge.
This is called [beginning and end]
Fengdu's body was half sunken and stuck in the crevice of the rock, "Everyone...have you forgotten me?"
"I... am not aggrieved. What should I be aggrieved about?"
"He's just a hard-working migrant worker who went to the billion-dollar club."
"Hey, I'm hungry. I want to eat crispy duck today, paired with chives and wrapped in a thin dough, slurp, slurp."
…
The Netherworld, outside Pingxin Palace.
Di Jiang, Tian Wu, Qiang Liang and other ancestral shamans stood in front of Pingxin Hall and hesitated, "Should we enter or not?"
Squeak, a small sound.
When the ancestral witches hesitated, the main door of Pingxin Palace slowly opened.
Then he saw a monk in black Taoist robes walking out. His face was handsome, rich and handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. It was really the Taoist who shed tears when he looked at it, and Luo Hu looked at the handsome face that had trouble sleeping.
Di Jiang, Xuan Ming and other ancestral witches were first shocked by the handsomeness of the visitor, and then there was a hint of anger on their faces, "Who is this person?"
"Why are you in Pingxin Palace?"
Di Jiang and other ancestral witches suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.
"I am a poor Taoist, Shen Gongbao, I have met all of you fellow Taoists."
"Are you just anxious for public good and righteous *Timely Rain*Gudao Rechang*Shen Gongbao?" Apparently, the ancestor witches heard about Shen Gongbao's name from Xing Tian, and their expressions softened a little.
Traveling through the wilderness and having a good reputation can often get twice the result with half the effort.
"Yes, Pindao is none other than Shen Gongbao."
"I've seen fellow Daoist Gongbao..."
"First uncle, second uncle, third uncle, and sister-in-law, come into the palace quickly."
Before the ancestral witches could finish speaking, they were choked back by Shen Gongbao's words.
His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Di Jiang turned around and asked Zhu Rong, "What did he just call me?"
"Brother-in-law?"
Zhu Rong was also confused, "It seems so."
"Ah! It's reversed, it's reversed!"
boom! Buzz!
Eleven evil spirits soared into the sky, stirring up the underworld.
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. If you dare to flirt with your relatives, how can we forgive you?"
The Ancestral Witch of Dijiang had the magical power of his natal space, and he punched out, traveling through the void, and punched Shen Gongbao from behind.
Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, Zhu Rong, and Gonggong Ancestral Witch all had strong bodies, and they all waved their fists as big as sandbags and hit Shen Gongbao in the face.
The corners of Shen Gongbao's lips raised slightly, "Let Pindao try the abilities of the ancestral witch."
The ripples of Yin and Yang Dao rippled, and Shen Gongbao and the Eleven Ancestral Witches fought together.
Xing Tian rushed over in a panic. When he saw his brothers fighting with Gong Bao, he slapped his thigh suddenly and said loudly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."
"Don't fight anymore."
The eleventh ancestral witch has restored his true spirit, nourished his Taoist body with evil spirits, and now has the strength to be in the late stage of a saint.
Of course Shen Gongbao did not use the power of Hunyuan Daluo, otherwise he could defeat the eleven ancestral witches in just one breath.
When Shen Gongbao got up to fight, he glanced slightly and smelled the familiar fragrance.
He deliberately showed his weakness and was punched in the chest by Di Jiang.
"Ah!" He flew out.
In front of the door of Pingxin Palace, the beautiful eyes were obviously nervous.
Zhu Rong and Gonggong joined forces to hit Shen Gongbao with a last-ditch attack.
The dusk mist surged, forcing Zhu Rong and Gonggong to retreat in the blink of an eye.
Zhu Rong and Gonggong barely stood up and glanced at their sister in front of Pingxin Palace, then at Shen Gongbao, and then at Di Jiang.
"Pah!" Zhu Rong and Gonggong slapped themselves hard.
"You're not dreaming, are you?"
"Sister Houtu actually hit me?"
"Brother."
Di Jiang was also very confused.
"Sister Houtu, did you attack one of your own? Or was it for outsiders?"
Shen Gongbao pretended to be the same, flew out, took a few steps back, managed to stabilize his figure, and saluted respectfully, "Uncle Di Jiang... Brother Zuwu is good at it!"
"I'm so humble!"
"Ouch, ouch, this punch may be a little painful due to the billions of years of skill."
Shen Gongbao took two steps back and stood next to Hou Tu, expressing his sympathy.
Hou Tu was dressed in a splendid red dress. He had a beautiful appearance, a slim figure, and his beautiful eyes were a little dazed.
"I know that he is Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and my brothers can't hurt him, but why am I nervous? Worried?"
"You even took action against Zhu Rong and Gonggong Bage?"
"Sister..."
Just as Di Jiang was about to ask, his eyes widened with horror on his face.
Then they saw Shen Gongbao gently supporting Houtu with one hand and hugging her slender waist with the other hand, "The backlash has not recovered yet, so be careful."
If Shen Gongbao's move was extremely bold, how could Hou Tu Meizi let him hold her as a matter of course? No dissatisfaction at all?
"Pa!" All the ancestral witches slapped themselves lightly, "I must have been dead for too long and have hallucinations."
"Could it be...could he be Zheng'er's father?"
"It's very similar."
Hou Tu was gently embraced by Shen Gongbao, and the warmth in his Taoist heart that calmed down the Billion Dollar Society surged, and he slowly said, "Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, eldest sister... come into the palace."
"Snapped!"
"good."
In the hall, there is a simple square table, which Baobao made from the peach trees in the peach garden that mature once every 9,000 years.
"Brothers-in-law, drink tea."
Shen Gongbao used spiritual fire to make tea. The tea set was white jade color and crystal clear. This was the tea set that Bao Bao got from the leader of Tongtian Cult.
The tea leaves are grown by oneself.
"Brothers and uncles, don't just look at me, drink, drink."
Di Jiang, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, Xuan Ming and other ancestral witches looked at each other with strange eyes, "That's not right, aren't we here, sister?"
"How come...like an outsider?"
"He Shen Gongbao is like a master..."
This is called [anti-customer-oriented]
Gudu, Gudu.
Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng didn't think anything was wrong, and drank the tea in large gulps, "It tastes great."
The ancestral wizards of Dijiang also began to taste it.
Di Jiang opened his mouth, wanting to say something sorry.
Shen Gongbao stood up to add tea and interrupted Di Jiang's words.
Zhu Rong and Gonggong also started to look a little off, and wanted to apologize to the back-country girl.
"Myna, right? Drink tea, drink tea."
Every time the ancestral witches wanted to speak, they were interrupted by Shen Gongbao.
Di Jiang put down the tea cup.
The other ten ancestral witches also put down their tea cups.
The atmosphere became awkward.
Hou Tu drank his brown sugar ginger tea and spoke softly, "Gong Bao...he is not an outsider."
"Sister, I'm wronged."
"It was the shallowness of the brothers who almost dragged the Witch Clan into a place of eternal disaster."
"I was wrong."
The ancestral witches openly admitted their mistakes without any shirk.
Houtu nodded quietly.
But Shen Gongbao noticed the moving expression in her eyes. He was transformed into reincarnation, lonely and desolate. The Billion Dollar Society, at all costs, resurrected the eleven ancestral witches. Isn't this the time to wait?
"The past is blown away by the wind. If you know your mistakes and can correct them, there is no greater good."
…
Then the atmosphere relaxed a lot.
As the leader of the ancestral witches, Di Jiang began to frown when he learned about the situation of the witch clan, "Di Jun... Donghuang Taiyi has revived. I am afraid that the demon clan will kill me and the witch clan will not die..."
"Our witch clan must have the means to protect ourselves."
"Sisters cannot leave the Netherworld. Chi You's thirteenth brother has perished. Now the witch clan cannot set up the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods..."
Xing Tian wondered, "Can't the emperor replace brother Chi You?"
Di Jiang shook his head helplessly.
Although Zheng'er is said to be of the bloodline of Hou Tu Meizi, Hou Tu Meizi has long since ceased to be an ancestral witch. She has the ferocious aura of the witch clan and can set up the Capital God's Evil Formation, but she cannot set up the formation together with the eleven ancestral witches.
"It's really difficult...unless there are eleven more supreme bloodlines like Ying Zheng..."
Zhu Rong and Gonggong were stunned for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out, "Brother, it doesn't seem too difficult..."
Di Jiang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Shen Gongbao with sparkling eyes, extremely excited.
Shen Gongbao: "???"
"What do you mean?"
"Why don't you try hard with the girl again?"
"Try to have eleven children. As the old saying goes, there is strength in numbers, and unity is strength."
Shen Gongbao: "? One child has eleven treasures, and I will be a big boss in the underworld?"
Hou Tu: "???"
