After Houtu, who was in charge of the Six Paths, left Jiuyou and came to the wilderness, there were no less than a dozen eyes in the wilderness looking towards the plain outside Buzhou Mountain.
The owners of these gazes are almost all the top beings in the world.
On the Sun Star, in the ruins of the ancient heaven, Donghuang Taiyi opened his eyes again.
The Witch Clan is the mortal enemy of the Monster Clan, and the auras of its twelve ancestral witches, Donghuang Taiyi, have long been engraved in his heart.
The extremely domineering eyes looked towards the ancient land. When he saw the power of reincarnation filling the void, a trace of doubt arose in Donghuang Taiyi's heart.
Ancestral witch and Houtu?
Why did she suddenly appear in Honghuang?
Kunlun Mountains, inside the Sanqing Palace.
At the moment when Hou Tu came to the primeval world, Tongtian's eyes suddenly opened.
He subconsciously looked towards the west, but the next moment, the power of six reincarnations blocked his gaze.
"Why did Houtu, who had not left Jiuyou for hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly come to the wilderness?"
"Is it... is it because of fellow Taoist God?"
Looking at the plain that was very close to the human tribe and shrouded by the power of six reincarnations, Tongtian thought of Tang Hao inexplicably.
Shaking his head, Tongtian looked away.
Tomorrow is the time to establish a religion. At this time, he doesn't have so much energy to think about other things.
There are fifty avenues, escape one of them.
It's not easy to intercept the vitality in the dark.
His eyes closed again, and the hall fell into silence again.
Wujitian, inside the Zixiao Palace.
On a futon, Hongjun's aura seemed increasingly ethereal compared to a few months ago.
Countless rays of light shrouded the entire palace, and a huge yin and yang diagram hung slowly in the void of Wuji Sky, filled with Taoist charm.
Under the Tai Chi diagram, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, inside which everything was evolving and stars were flowing.
Realizing that Hou Tu, who was bound by the Six Paths of Reincarnation, left Jiuyou and came to the Great Desolate World, a long sigh sounded from the hall.
Lying high in the nine layers of clouds, the truth lies in the futon.
Outside the black and yellow sky and earth, one breath turns into a Hongjun.
Hongjun originally thought that he had complete control over the ancient world, but he never thought that the inexplicable appearance of an extraterrestrial creature would make everything in the ancient world a little confusing.
He glanced at Dahuang briefly, but even he couldn't penetrate the thick power of reincarnation with his eyes.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation are the origin of all heavens and worlds, almost on par with the Dao of Heaven.
Therefore, Houtu is not weaker than the saint, and even to a certain extent, she is stronger than the saint.
"Haotian, come in."
Withdrawing his gaze, Hongjun said softly towards the outside of the hall.
The next moment, a boy with an extraordinary temperament and a high attitude walked into the hall with a handful of jade Ruyi in his arms.
"Taozu."
After entering the main hall, the boy bowed and saluted, his face full of respect.
"The way of heaven is damaged and order does not exist."
"I will be in heaven soon. Before that, I still have a task to give you."
Hongjun looked at the boy named Haotian in front of him and said lightly.
"Tao Ancestor, please speak." Haotian bowed again.
On the futon, Hongjun's figure became insubstantial, and even his voice was a little blurry.
"The ancient heaven of the demon clan existed in name only. The order in the ancient world was chaotic and the system was complex."
"I want you to reestablish a heavenly court, control the heavens, lead all things, follow the ways of heaven and spread the virtues of heaven."
Rebuilding a heaven?
Hearing Hongjun's words, Haotian's eyes suddenly flashed with excitement.
"Disciple, obey!"
...
Outside Buzhou Mountain, on a plain.
Hundreds of seeds thousands of meters high are piled on the ground, and the veins and patterns on them are clearly visible.
Nodding slightly to the humans who were kneeling before him, Hou Tu looked at the seeds and frowned slightly.
Even she had never seen these seeds before.
"I wonder if you can help me?" On the other side, Tang Hao looked at Hou Tu and asked.
If Hou Tu is unwilling to help, then he can only find a way to get the humans to ask for help, and then plant the seeds himself.
"Why do you need my help? Can't you bury these seeds yourself?"
After understanding the whole story, Hou Tu did not agree immediately.
Her beautiful eyes flickered with confusion, and she looked at Tang Hao blinking.
"My real body is not in the ancient world now, so there are many inconveniences in doing it."
Tang Hao shook his head and casually gave a reason.
"Why should I help you?"
Another ethereal words came from Houtu's mouth. She looked at Tang Hao and her expression returned to calm.
If it weren't for the chaotic black and yellow aura around Tang Hao's body that was so shocking, Hou Tu, who had already become one with the Six Paths, would probably not have manifested himself, let alone come back to the ancient world.
Why help me?
After hearing Hou Tu's words, Tang Hao finally came to his senses.
Yes, why should Houtu help him? Is it just because he is handsome?
For a moment, Tang Hao didn't know how to answer Hou Tu, so he could only remain silent.
When he heard Qinghe mention the Wu Clan before, he subconsciously thought of the Houtu Tribe.
Now Houtu has appeared, and it is right in front of him, but Tang Hao doesn't know how to speak.
Seeing Tang Hao fall into silence, Hou Tu's eyes that seemed to contain thousands of stars suddenly flashed a smile.
A beautiful smile appeared on his face, and the extremely ethereal voice sounded again.
"I can help you, but you also have to do me a favor."
help? What are you busy with?
Hearing this, Tang Hao raised his head fiercely, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
The person in front of me is the legendary Great God of the Great Desolation, and she is Empress Houtu who is not weaker than the leader of Tongtian Cult.
What could she need help with?
It’s more like helping others!
With doubts, Tang Hao asked tentatively: "What are you busy with?"
The smile on Hou Tu's face faded, and his eyes suddenly looked at the Buzhou Mountain Peak not far away that reached into the sky and the earth.
The totems carved bit by bit by the humans on the mountain wall emitted a faint light, shrouding the three human tribes.
Thinking of the miserable situation of the Wu clan today, Houtu sighed.
"To protect one clan is to protect, and to protect two clans is to protect."
Turning his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the cover of the chaotic energy and fell directly on Tang Hao's face.
"I wonder...are you willing to protect this clan again?"
Boom!
After Hou Tu said these words, a thunder suddenly sounded over the plain.
With a slight snort, Houtu's body trembled slightly, and his graceful figure seemed to dim a little.
On the other side, Tang Hao was still thinking about what help Tangtang Houtu wanted from him.
After hearing Hou Tu's words that he was willing to protect his clan again, he froze on the spot.
Protect another clan? Who to protect? Witch clan?
Don't be ridiculous, even if the Wu clan declines, they won't seek shelter from others, right?
Extreme doubts arose in his heart. Before Tang Hao could ask, Hou Tu suddenly spoke again, as if he knew what he was thinking, "It's the Witch Clan."
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking. Even if the Wu Clan declined due to the war with the Monster Clan, they are still descendants of the Great God Pangu. Why do they need me to protect them?"
Tang Hao shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips.
He never expected that the help Hou Tu asked him to help would actually be to protect the Wu clan.
What a joke!
Even if the Witch Clan declines, it will still be many times stronger than the Human Clan!
At least Tang Hao himself had never heard of anyone in the ancient world who dared to attack the Witch Clan except the Monster Clan!
"The Witch Clan today is no longer the Witch Clan it once was."
Seeing Tang Hao shaking his head, Hou Tu's face suddenly flashed with sadness.
"If the eldest brother hadn't given up everything and crashed Mount Buzhou, even if the Wu clan was defeated, there would have been no problem in surviving in the wilderness."
"Although many people from the demon clan have died, Donghuang Taiyi is still alive. He will not let the witch clan go."
"Now that I have long been bound to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, I cannot interfere with matters that occur in the wild."
"The Xuanming Tribe is the only remaining tribe of our Witch Clan in the ancient times..."
Hou Tu's voice that seemed to come from Jiuyou sounded slowly over the plain.
As soon as the four characters Donghuangtai came out, the sun in the sky seemed to be a little brighter.
Looking at Tang Hao's demon-like figure, Hou Tu suddenly bowed lightly.
"Fellow Daoist God, Xuan Ming alone cannot stop Donghuang Taiyi's revenge."
"If you are willing to protect the Xuanming tribe, Houtu will be grateful!"
"Don't you want the Taoist tribe to help the human race plant the crops? The Xuanming tribe is completely capable of doing the job!"
Looking at Hou Tu who was saluting him, Tang Hao suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood what kind of help Hou Tu meant.
The hatred between the Monster Clan and the Witch Clan has long been irresolvable, and now there are only three ancestral witches left in the Witch Clan, one of whom has incarnated into the Six Paths, and the other was annihilated by cause and effect because he broke Mount Buzhou.
The remaining Xuanming tribe cannot compete with Donghuang Taiyi who possesses the Chaos Clock, the most precious treasure of Chaos.
Is she asking herself to block the future counterattack of the demon clan on behalf of the Xuanming tribe?
