I don’t know how long they walked, but finally the three of them appeared in an underground space.
Looking around, there was nothing but a stone statue.
The stone statue is of a muscular, bare-chested man holding an ax toward the sky.
After a few glances, Wang Ping's eyes flashed slightly, Pangu?
The only person who can appear in the seemingly forbidden place of the Wu Clan is this being who is revered as Father God by the Wu Clan.
This underground space is in a cave. On the roof, floor and wall of the cave, there are all kinds of flashing runes at a glance. Just looking at them makes my scalp numb.
Wang Ping suddenly understood why the Wu Clan was able to create the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation. Xuan Ming's formation skills were very high!
What made Wang Ping strange was that Xuan Ming didn't listen much to the teachings in Zixiao Palace at that time, so how did she develop her formation skills to such an extent.
Could it be possible, this is talent.
"Wuzhan, if you have anything to say, you can tell me."
Looking at Wang Ping who was deep in thought, Xuan Ming said.
After coming back to his senses, Wang Ping nodded and said with a serious face: "A very important thing, extremely important."
Seeing Wang Ping's appearance, Xuan Ming and Hou Tu's expressions became much more solemn.
Wang Ping was not in a hurry to speak. After a moment of silence, his true appearance suddenly appeared.
"Ah, you, you are?"
Looking at Wang Ping blankly, Hou Tu covered his mouth in surprise.
At this time, Houtu was still the last ancestral witch among the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu clan. She was not the empress Houtu whom everyone would respect when mentioned in later generations. She was a bit cute like a little girl.
Xuan Ming was not too surprised and said with a smile: "My guess is indeed correct. It is really you, brother Ping. If my guess is correct, the sky-exploding demon general of Demon Court is actually you, not you." Some kind of disciple."
"You guessed it right, Ancestral Witch Xuanming, Wu Zhan and Sky-Exploding Demon General are both disguised by me."
Now that his true appearance was revealed, Wang Ping did not hide it and admitted it frankly.
Xuan Ming nodded and asked curiously: "I wonder what Brother Ping's purpose is for doing this?"
"It's fun. I did some errands at the Demon Court by the way, in order to save Hongyun."
Wang Ping made it clear that this was not something that needed to be covered up.
Hou Tu next to him was surprised and asked: "Wasn't Hong Yun's physical body killed by Kun Peng, leaving only his soul?"
"Yes, I used thousands of kinds of spiritual blood, supplemented by a technique, to help him reunite his physical body and save him."
Wang Ping replied, and then said: "What happened more than 176,000 years ago, I don't know if you know, that bloody light pillar rising into the sky is related to the red cloud."
"That day, I was attacked by Hongjun and almost died."
At the end of his words, Wang Ping gritted his teeth.
When he came to Primordial, he had never encountered that kind of thing, that kind of feeling between life and death, and he didn't want to try it a second time.
That time, Wang Ping really felt the smell of death, and now he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it.
Hongjun, the initiator of all this, Wang Ping will never let go.
"What, bloody beam of light, Hongjun attacked you that day?"
Hou Tu was shocked and looked at Wang Ping in disbelief.
In his mind, the relationship between Hongjun and Wang Ping could not be said to be good, but it was not bad either. How could he kill Wang Ping for no reason.
And since Hedao has become the Taoist ancestor and is already superior, why should he still participate in the prehistoric affairs?
"You must know my origin. In fact, I know many more things than you think, including the fate of your Witch Clan. Do you still remember what I said to you before?"
Wang Ping didn't say much about his own affairs and turned to look at Xuan Ming and Hou Tudao.
Hou Tu nodded and said: "I remember, it was when we were fighting for the gourd vine. You said that I would have a big disaster in the future, and you could help me."
"Well, not only you, but also the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the entire witch clan will suffer a catastrophe."
Wang Ping's eyes flashed slightly and he spoke.
His plan is unfolding little by little.
Hearing this, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming's expressions changed drastically. Xuan Ming hurriedly asked: "What kind of catastrophe? Brother Ping, do you know anything about it?"
"This catastrophe is called the Lich Catastrophe. The witch clan and the demon court, which are now at their peak, will decline and be almost destroyed."
"All the twelve ancestral witches, except Hou Tu, died. But Hou Tu was not much better. He transformed into the six realms of reincarnation. Although he became a saint, he was still trapped forever."
After only hearing a few words, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming were stunned, their eyes filled with disbelief. They would all die?
Wang Ping did not rush to speak, and waited for the two of them to gradually come to their senses.
"Is this true?"
Xuan Ming's tone was slightly trembling, and he asked in disbelief.
How is it possible, how is it possible, if she develops the Twelve Heavenly Divine Evil Formation, her witch clan should be invincible in the world.
"Of course, I have no reason to lie to you. All of this is the layout of Tiandao and Hongjun. They don't want the threat to exist."
Wang Ping replied that the moment he decided, he planned to tell everything.
Hongjun and Tiandao wanted the strong men of the Lich and Witch clans to perish, but he refused to let them.
If you dare to attack him, the matter is not over. In his brother Ping's dictionary, revenge must be avenged.
Especially this kind of hatred that almost cost him his life.
"No, it won't happen. If my plan succeeds, no one in the ancient world will be my Wu Clan's opponent, not even Hongjun will be afraid of him."
Xuan Ming still didn't believe it and shook his head vigorously.
Wang Ping roughly knew the plan in Xuan Ming's words, and said: "The plan you mentioned, or the plan you relied on, is to summon the true form of Pangu to come out!"
"What, you, you, you, how do you know, who revealed it to you, bastard."
Hearing that such important news was known to Wang Ping, Xuan Ming became furious and glared at Hou Tu next to him.
Hou Tu looked innocent, he had nothing to do with me, I didn’t reveal it!
Wang Ping interrupted with a smile: "They say I know a lot of things. I also know about you."
"I have to say that your Wu Clan's formation is very powerful, but the Demon Court's is not bad either. They have the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation."
"The strength of both of you is evenly matched. The outcome of the battle is that both sides will suffer losses. Almost all the masters will die in the battle. This is the result of Hongjun and Tiandaoyao."
Listening to Wang Ping's words, Xuan Ming was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.
How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible for Demon Court to have a formation that is comparable to the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation of his Witch Clan?
Their large formation summons the true form of Pangu Father God to come. Even if it is not the full strength of the deity, it is only 10% or 20%, and it is not something that the creatures of the ancient world can stop.
"Don't doubt my words, I won't lie to you. This is the future I see."
"This week's Starry Formation was created by Donghuang Taiyi from the Donghuang Bell. You should know this treasure, but what you don't know is that this treasure is actually as famous as the Pangu Ax used by the Great God Pangu."
"Don't speak in a hurry, listen to me first. You may think that this treasure is not that powerful because the current strength of Donghuang Taiyi is not enough to exert its full power. In fact, it is very strong."
Looking at Xuan Ming, whose eyes were full of disbelief, Wang Ping added.
