The willows are dark and the flowers are bright, another village.
Di Jiang was worried that he was missing an ancestral shaman and could not set up the Dutian Shensha formation, but he suddenly discovered a new continent.
Zheng'er's bloodline is powerful and far superior to that of our ancestral witches.
If twelve nephews whose bloodline is far superior to ours form a great formation of twelve gods and demons, how terrifying would their power be?
Unthinkable!
It’s unimaginable!
"What the hell, girl, we have just recovered, so we should go to see Father God first, so we won't sit in the Netherworld any longer."
The other ten ancestor witches nodded fiercely, "Yes, go back to Pangu Hall to pay homage to God Father."
"Tea, drink it next time."
Then the Eleventh Ancestral Witch led Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng back to Pangu Hall in a hesitant manner.
"Male Leopard, work hard!"
Pingxin Palace.
Only Shen Gongbao and Hou Tu were left.
Silence, all silence.
Visible to the naked eye, a blush rose on Hou Tu's face, and his beautiful eyes dodged a little, not looking at Shen Gongbao.
Shen Gongbao thought what Di Jiang said was extremely ridiculous.
"I, Shen Gongbao, am really not that kind of monk."
In an instant, their eyes met each other, and each other's figure was reflected in their eyes.
Commonly known as, drawn eyes.
"You haven't recovered yet, so don't think about it."
The price of a touch of soul coming out of the netherworld was too high, and Shen Gongbao was certainly heartbroken and reluctant to part with it.
Of course Hou Tu didn't admit that he had just thought about the eleven treasures.
"Help you cultivate."
Shen Gongbao stood up, carried Hou Tu, and walked to the soft couch.
The splendid red clothes faded away, leaving only the thin gauze clothes.
She is exquisite and convex, with perfect curves and plump figure. Her temperament is elegant and noble, like a spotless flower.
The magic power of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian surged around Shen Gongbao, one hand was placed against his back and the other was placed against his smooth lower abdomen.
The pure Tao Yun mana poured into Hou Tu Tao's body to help him recover from his injuries.
After a long time, the atmosphere of the avenue filled the air.
…
The Netherworld is peaceful and stable, but the entire three realms of the prehistoric world have long been in chaos.
"First, Taiyi returns with great force, and then comes the Eleven Ancestral Witches?"
"What happened to this ancient world?"
"The fallen overlord of the Billion Dollar Society is competing to be resurrected?"
"Pindao guesses, will the next ones be Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"It's not impossible."
"Absolutely possible!"
"Pindao has another guess. Can the great Demon Ancestor Luo Hu be revived?"
"Um?"
"Everyone, come quickly, we found another demonic monk here!"
"Misunderstanding, really misunderstanding, absolutely misunderstanding!"
"A poor person practicing ketosis is definitely not a demonic monk!"
The stars are changing, and the situation is changing.
In the 20th year of the First Emperor's reign, the Great Wall was built in Kyushu.
The majestic Great Wall is like an ancestral dragon lying on the land of Kyushu.
The Great Wall was completed, and the fate of the human race suddenly changed dramatically.
Luck first increased by 50%.
The luck that belonged to the human religion turned to the human race.
The luck of the human race has reached an unprecedented height.
Taiqing Laozi's face looked like a dead tree. He glanced at Renjiao Luck and then slowly closed his eyes.
Taiqing Laozi's real-name old silver coin, how could he let his luck slip away?
Compared with luck, achieving the realm of heaven is the most important thing.
Once you reach the realm of Heavenly Dao, you no longer need to be humble to the extreme even if you face the Dao Ancestor. What you lose will come back a hundred times a thousand times.
Before the death of the First Emperor, the Great Qin Dynasty would not have died in its second generation.
On the contrary, it brought the human race to unprecedented prosperity.
A hundred years later, Ying Zheng abdicated.
Fusu succeeded to the throne.
The merits and demerits are free for future generations to comment on.
The history books of the human race have left a thick mark, "The first emperor of the human race ended the disputes in troubled times and unified the nine states. He was the first emperor of the human race."
It seems that Ying Zheng is an excellent human emperor.
At this moment, it should be called Shenzheng.
Netherworld, Pingxin Palace.
Chief Shen knelt in front of him, "Zheng'er, I have met my mother."
Hou Tu's beautiful eyes were as gentle as water, "I'm sorry, kid."
"With the help of his father, the child will gain a lot from his journey in this world."
"Mom, Zheng'er misses you."
Hou Tu picked up the bun and combed Zheng'er's hair, showing great pampering.
Mother and son expressed their longing to each other.
Next, the family is in harmony, having dinner and chatting together.
Twilight.
Shen Gongbao and Hou Tu were growing flowers outside, sharing hands and feet, "Gongbao, I want Zheng'er to be the Emperor of the Netherworld, what do you think?"
Shen Gongbao was a little hesitant, "Huh? Emperor Netherworld?"
"What about Fengdu?"
"Of course I'm abdicating."
"No, absolutely not!" Shen Gongbao shook his head quickly.
"Fengdu has worked hard for the Billions of Yuan Association, made meritorious deeds for the underworld, and shed blood for the underworld. How can we let Fengdu abdicate at will?"
"There are countless ghosts in the heavens and all the realms, and they all want to go to the underworld. Isn't the Emperor just a leisurely errand?"
"Do you think Zheng'er will be so busy that he won't even be able to return home?"
Hou Tu nodded, "That's right."
It's not that Zheng'er can't be the emperor, but Shen Gongbao doesn't think it's necessary.
Comparing Netherworld to a group, Shen Zheng is a veritable prince.
The prince can just eat, drink and have fun every day. Let the prince do the work of the chairman? It's really not necessary.
Fengdu, what wonderful cows and horses... bah... they beat the workers.
The matter of Fengdu's abdication will not be mentioned for the time being.
As the son of the Netherworld Emperor, Shen Zheng stationed in the Netherworld Underworld and took charge of the supervision.
Fengdu Hall.
Fengdu worked continuously for another hundred years without taking a break, "Ah hahaha, I am so diligent!"
"How about two days of rest? Forget it, work (coding) makes me happy!"
Two thousand years have passed since the Eleventh Ancestral Witch was resurrected.
From the shock and panic at the beginning, all the spirits in the prehistoric period have become accustomed to it.
With eleven more ancestral witches, the prehistoric world is still the prehistoric world, and the three realms are still the three realms.
This day.
The sound of the mysterious avenue resounded above the nine heavens.
"The age of great strife is over."
As the sound of the Tao fell, countless rays of light rose up in Kyushu, and countless powerful true spirits returned.
Then, laughter erupted from all over the three realms at the same time.
"Ah hahaha, I, Jiang Shang, have finally attained the Golden Immortality!"
Heavenly Court, the residence of a first-grade immortal master.
Jiang Ziya burst into tears as he felt the golden immortal mana rushing through his body.
Jiang Ziya's body is in ruins, and he really has no chance of immortality.
All I can say is that the performance in World of War was very good!
The reincarnation of Sun Wu wrote Sun Tzu's Art of War and taught a group of sixth disciples who were "soldiers of war".
In the age of great struggle, if you perform well, you will be rewarded with great luck, and in one fell swoop you will be transformed from useless material to golden wonderland!
Look at Shiwandashan again.
Donghuang Taiyi, the clone spirit of Leopard 3 returns.
The Taiyi Pan stands in mid-air, surrounded by the true sun fire, like a sun.
Yaori's aura is powerful, as if he has reached the peak level of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
Taiyi's reincarnated body is named Wang Xu, and there is a lineage of giants in the ghost valley.
Biyou Palace.
Leader Tongtian slowly opened his eyes, his whole body full of clear Tao charm, "The saint has reached the tenth level of heaven!"
The leader of Tongtian was reincarnated as Mo Zhai of the Mohist family. He was the leader of a hundred schools of thought for a long time and was rewarded with great luck.
Breaking through from the Sixth Heaven of Saints to the Tenth Heaven in one fell swoop.
Level 10-12, reaching the peak of the saint.
However, the leader of Tongtian Cult did not feel the joy of breaking through. Instead, he frowned, "The road is blocked, and there is no possibility of breaking through to the saint..."
Beiming, Demon Master Palace.
"Jie Jie Jie!" Kunpeng laughed wildly.
"I, Kunpeng, am also a master at the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal Realm! It's so cool!"
The peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal is better than the prehistoric Yasheng.
Kunpeng was reincarnated as Taoist Zhuang Zhou, who originally did not have so many great luck rewards, but he stole the position of Taoist leader. Taoism has also become the leader of hundreds of schools, so the great great rewards will not be less.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Are you, Brother Kun, powerful?"
pS: Please read, please reward, wow wow, I never know what rest is! I am so diligent!
