The voice of Houtu Zusha spread throughout the three realms in an instant.
In the Demon Emperor's Palace, a flash of astonishment suddenly flashed across Demon Emperor Jun's originally anxious face, and then he showed a look of ecstasy. He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Incarnation of reincarnation, sacrificing one's life to become a saint... Hahahaha, what a blessing from God." My demon clan!"
At this moment, Di Jiang, Qiang Liang and other ancestral witches who were killing everyone in the heaven and wreaking havoc everywhere had also heard the words of Hou Tu Zu Wu, and they could also sense that the aura of Hou Tu Zu Wu was rapidly weakening. All the ancestral witches suddenly felt extremely sad.
"Houtou girl!"
Tears rolled down the corners of Di Jiang's eyes, feeling regret and hatred in his heart.
If he had known that Hou Tu was going to reincarnate, he would have stopped it no matter what.
Although he didn't understand whether this method could achieve enlightenment and become a saint, he did know that once the Hou Tuzu Witch reincarnated, he might disappear forever.
At this moment, in the eighteenth layer of secluded earth, the figure of Houtu Ancestral Witch has completely disappeared.
The originally desolate world of the 18th Layer Earth also underwent earth-shaking changes. One after another, magnificent buildings were seen rising from the ground, such as Guimen Pass, Huangquan Road, Bianhuahua, Naihe Bridge, Wangxiang Terrace, Sansheng Stone...
These palaces and city gates, which will be famous in later generations, look very simple and rough at the moment, which is in line with the aesthetics of an ancestral witch of the Wu clan.
At the same time, the sky in the eighteenth layer of ethereal world suddenly twisted and deformed, and six huge dark vortexes emerged out of thin air.
The endless evil ghosts in the eighteen layers of ethereal earth, no matter how big or small, strong or weak, all roared and turned into ghosts, and were sucked into the six whirlpools.
The whole process took only a blink of an eye, and the densely packed evil ghosts in the eighteenth layer of ethereal earth disappeared, leaving only some ancient evil ghosts who had given birth to intelligence.
They are already a brand new life and have been incorporated into one of the Six Paths, so there is no need to immediately enter reincarnation.
As the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared, a vast golden cloud of merit emerged out of thin air.
For a time, the entire world of the Eighteenth Level Netherland was filled with flowers and golden lotuses.
Countless golden lights of merit illuminated this dark and dark world, and an illusory figure slowly formed in the air. He was tall and had a gentle appearance. He held a book in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. His eyes were calm and unruffled. It is 90% similar to Hou Tu.
"Houtou girl!"
Seeing this, Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong yelled loudly, stretched out his huge palm and grabbed the woman, trying to take her away.
Just the next moment, an invisible barrier blocked his big hand.
The woman's red lips moved slightly, her face was calm and peaceful, and she said calmly: "Houtu Zusha is no longer here, fellow Taoist, please don't get excited!"
"No more?"
Zhu Rong Zuwu was stunned for a moment and looked at the woman who looked 90% similar to Houtu Zuwu in disbelief, "Then who are you?"
"I am an authentic saint, Ping Xin!" the woman said calmly.
Accompanied by her voice, a huge pressure of the saint swept out in an instant.
At this moment, countless sentient beings in the three realms and six realms feel the reaction.
All the countless creatures in the ancient world fell to the ground at this moment, shouting loudly: "Praise to the empress of immeasurable merit, great kindness, great mercy and peace of mind!"
In the heaven and earth, many quasi-sages and powerful men also bowed and bowed, "Praise to the empress with immeasurable merits, great mercy, great mercy and peace of mind!"
Even in the unknown Zixiao Palace, several saints made a bow in unison.
After the earth turns into reincarnation, he sacrifices his body and establishes the six paths.
For this achievement, this gift is well deserved!
At this time, a clear bell rang, and then a golden sun fire appeared out of thin air. Standing in the fire was a tall and majestic figure, which was the returning Donghuang Taiyi.
I just heard him make a bow in a mocking manner and said loudly: "Praise to the empress with immeasurable merits, great mercy, and peace of mind! I am here to congratulate the empress on her becoming a saint!"
"Taiyi old bird!"
Donghuang Taiyi's words instantly detonated the already grieving Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong.
"How dare you come here to gloat about your misfortune, let's see if I don't pluck your bird feathers!"
"Humph!" Donghuang Taiyi looked at him coldly, "For the sake of Queen Pingxin, I won't fight with you here. If you really have the courage, just come with me!"
After that, just listen to the sound of "dang", the Chaos Bell swayed gently, the bell waves shook in all directions, and took Donghuang Taiyi away at high speed.
"Taiyi, old bird, please leave!"
Ancestral Shaman Gonggong roared angrily, and he and Ancestral Shaman Zhu Rong chased after him.
"Be careful of the trap!"
Zhu Jiuyin Ancestral Witch called out, but Gonggong and Zhu Rong ignored it in their anger.
He frowned and ordered the Xuanming Ancestral Witch to stay and inspect the situation, while he greeted the Jumang Ancestral Witch and hurriedly chased after him.
Soon, the four ancestral witches followed Donghuang Taiyi and disappeared into the eighteenth layer of secluded earth.
In the vast world of Youtu, only Empress Pingxin, Patriarch Minghe, Ancestral Witch Xuanming and Yu Yuan were left.
At this moment, Empress Pingxin stretched out her hand and divided the merit-celebrating cloud into two parts. She collected about 80% of it and blended the remaining 20% into six whirlpools.
Ancestor Minghe looked envious and wanted to ask for some merit. After all, one of the six paths of reincarnation was the Asura clan he created.
But just when he was about to speak, Yu Yuan on the side spoke first: "My dear, I have something to ask you. Now that the Tuzu Witch is no longer here, does the promise she made before still count?"
Empress Pingxin glanced at him, her eyes were calm as usual, and she said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, why don't you bring your credentials and give it a try."
After hearing this, Yu Yuan felt calm.
It seems that although the Tuzu Witch has turned into reincarnation, the Pingxin Empress derived from it can be regarded as the continuation of his life.
At this time, Ancestor Minghe finally couldn't help it any longer, and said bravely: "Empress Qi, since I have attained enlightenment and become a saint, may the Asura clan created by Pindao get some merit?"
"Oh?" Empress Pingxin glanced at him and smiled lightly, "Fellow Taoist, do you mean that you also contributed to my attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint?"
"That's right!" Ancestor Minghe nodded.
"The Asura clan entered my six realms of reincarnation. From this point of view, you are indeed meritorious...but how should you deal with your previous crime of preventing me from realizing the Tao?!"
Empress Pingxin looked at Ancestor Minghe and said.
"this……"
When Ancestor Minghe heard this, he was immediately shocked. I was speechless for a long time.
Blocking people's sermons is a worse thing than killing their parents or taking away their spiritual treasures.
You know, in order to get benefits from Donghuang Taiyi, he made great efforts to prevent Hou Tuzu Wu from proving his way. As a result, this decision now puts him in a life-or-death danger.
Seeing his reaction, Yu Yuan was secretly amused.
This Styx Ancestor is really too greedy.
Now that he's in this situation, it's good that he can save his life. He actually wants to ask for merit. Didn't he see that the Xuanming Ancestral Witch was already gnashing his teeth and wanted to eat him alive?
In front of Empress Pingxin, a true saint, Ancestor Minghe still didn't dare to be presumptuous after all. He sighed angrily and disappeared without a trace.
Yu Yuan ignored it.
Although this innate god who hides in the sea of blood all day long and works behind closed doors has an advantage in some aspects, because he stays in the sea of blood all year round, he is stuck in his own way, with little possibility of further progress.
While he was thinking about it, he saw the figure of Lady Pingxin slowly disappearing, leaving only a soft voice.
"Go, there is no more queen in this world."
This sentence was obviously directed at Xuanming Ancestral Witch.
Yu Yuan turned around and saw that this beautiful ancestral witch had a look of sadness on his face, but then his expression became solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist Tianyuan, now our witch clan has lost an ancestral witch. Donghuang Taiyi and the others are bound to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, so I ask fellow Taoists to lend a helping hand!"
Yu Yuan stared at the ancestral shaman in front of him, his expression unmoving, and after a while he said calmly: "It is inconvenient for me to participate in this matter, my fellow Taoist, please forgive me!"
He had said this before.
Moreover, even the Hou Tuzu Witch has chosen to reincarnate and become a saint. The two clans of lich and witch are about to reach a dead end. Naturally, Yu Yuan will not change his mind easily.
The dispute between the two lich clans had nothing to do with him, so there was really no need to get involved.
As for whether Empress Pingxin would blame herself for this, Yu Yuan wasn't too worried.
After all, if she still retains the will of Hou Tuzu Witch, she will help the Witch Clan at the critical moment, and there is no need for him to take action.
Hearing his rejection, the hope in Xuanming Ancestral Witch's eyes instantly dissipated, but she didn't bother much. She just said goodbye with some disappointment and turned around to leave.
Seeing her turn and leave, Yu Yuan was also a little sad.
This ancestral witch has a lively personality, is righteous, and is very loyal. She is somewhat similar to Ancestor Hongyun. When she left, she actually looked back.
That glance contained complex emotions that even Yu Yuan couldn't understand.
However, from then on, there seemed to be no more interaction between this ancestral witch and him.
So he didn't pay much attention.
Yu Yuan didn't know that at the moment he turned around to leave, a flash of green light suddenly flashed across the body of Xuanming Ancestral Witch, and a trace of will passed through the past, present and future silently.
This is a reluctant connection, and it seems to be related to Hou Tu Zuwu, but it creates an implicit connection between the two.
Of course, this is a story for another day.
At this moment, after Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch left, Yu Yuan did not stay, and directly traveled through time to return to the age of gods.
What he didn't know was that after he left, the most brilliant battle in the Lich Tribulation officially began.
…
Buzhou Mountain stands tall and towering like a pillar of heaven supporting the whole world.
The peaks are steep and towering into the sky. Above the sea of clouds, the Xuanming Palace is looming in the depths of the deep valley.
There are many mountains on the mountain, waterfalls flowing through the depths of the mountain forest, and in the distant mountain streams, honeysuckle blooms all over the mountains and plains. The mountain road winds up, with winding paths leading to secluded areas, with whirling tree shades. Occasionally, giant pythons and insects can be seen shuttled among the treetops.
In the deep valley of the earth, a crystal clear mountain spring flows quietly. Thousands of miles below the mountain, there are plains and vast grasslands. As far as the eye can see, it is vast and majestic.
The long river surges, making bursts of deafening sounds, and is as gorgeous as a light strip at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, this prehistoric Tianzhu has become a battlefield between the Lich and the Lich clan.
Hundreds of millions of demon clan's heavenly soldiers and generals lined up in neat formations to attack Mount Buzhou, the heartland of the Wu clan.
The warriors of the Wu Clan and the soldiers of the Demon Clan met on the grand battlefield outside Buzhou Mountain. Both sides were magnificent. Under the leadership of the leader, they attacked in formation. Countless thunder and lightning, storms, flames and other powerful spells were constantly intertwined into a whirlpool...
The earth, water, wind, fire, yin and yang and the five elements here are all chaotic and violent, and the sky trembles violently, as if the air is burning.
The warriors of the Witch Clan rushed towards the Demon Clan soldiers furiously, the giant hammers in their hands whistling, and murderous intent looming on their ferocious faces.
The demon soldiers lined up in neat formation to attack, their fierce sword energy tearing at the air.
When they first came into contact, both sides were high-spirited and used powerful spells to attack their opponents even when they were still far away.
Thunder flashes, storms sweep, and flames dance, intertwining and intertwining on the battlefield, forming a soul-stirring picture. Countless demon warriors jumped into the air, dancing with their double blades. The swords in their hands were dazzling, and the ferocious sword energy slashed from all directions. The overwhelming offensive suppressed the warriors of the wizard clan.
However, the warriors of the Witch Clan have always been brave and fearless, and naturally they were unwilling to give in. Even though the Monster Clan had a numerical advantage, the warriors of the Witch Clan were not afraid and went straight to fight back.
They manipulated the power of nature, shrunk into inches and appeared in the center of the demon army, causing giant thunder to fall on the heads of the demon soldiers. At the same time, arrow-like storms fell from the sky, killing the demon soldiers and throwing away their helmets. Fleeing in embarrassment.
Even though the generals leading the army tried their best to gather the remaining soldiers, they could not stop the attack of the Wu warriors, and they died one after another on the battlefield.
However, this battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan has just begun. The victory or defeat in some local areas can only be regarded as a small fight and does not matter at all.
Even so, the two sides still fought fiercely on the battlefield.
I saw several little witches working together to cast a spell, and huge thunder and lightning flashed across the sky. Strong currents accompanied by lightning staggered, and instantly exploded the demon clan's military formation.
Then, a strong wind blew, and the storm swept the demon soldiers into the sky.
At the same time, there were streams of flames spurting out from the hands of the Witch Clan warriors, like a raging fire cutting through the clouds, instantly surrounding the Demon Clan soldiers.
The demon clan was not to be outdone. One by one, the demon gods stood up, activated their magical weapons, displayed their Taoist magical powers, and swept towards the Wu clan's position.
The two forces collided in the air, making a deafening noise.
Huge rocks and soil were splashed everywhere like torrents, and the entire battlefield was filled with smoke and dust. It seemed that everyone was immersed in this life-and-death fight.
I don’t know when the battle started, and I don’t know when it will end.
Countless bodies have been piled up on the ground, but the two sides still have no winner.
The battle continued in full swing, with the warriors of the Wu clan and the warriors of the demon clan fighting to the death in a sea of blood. The entire Buzhou Mountain was like hell, with endless ghost roars, strong winds, and fury intertwined into a prelude to death...
(End of chapter)
