Unlimited wastelander

Chapter 1032 Goodbye

The other ancestral witches showed their original shapes together and turned into giants one after another. Then they took their positions and connected their bloodlines and auras with formations, and a tyrannical chaotic light shot up into the sky.

When the light disappeared, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had disappeared, leaving only a majestic giant with a height of nine thousand miles. Xiao Peng.

Xiao Peng sneered, and shouted again: "Long."

The body that was originally only a hundred miles in size grew wildly again, and soon broke through ten thousand miles, and the giant became a tiny one again.

The Twelve Patriarchs saw that none of the giants they gathered with the Twelve Capitals Gods and Gods Formation were not as tall as Xiao Peng, and they were immediately depressed. In their cognition, whoever is taller is more powerful.

Now they are not as good as Xiao Peng in terms of body shape, and Xiao Peng's free fighting has left a deep impression on them. They know that they are definitely not Xiao Peng's opponents, so they can only stand in embarrassment at the moment, unable to advance or retreat.

If they didn't make a move, Xiao Peng naturally wouldn't take the initiative to attack. Instead, he looked at the giant in front of him with a complicated expression and was stunned.

Xiao Peng was stunned for a long time, finally sighed deeply, waved his hand to the giant, then withdrew his supernatural powers and shrank back to normal size. Seeing this, the Twelve Patriarchal Witches were secretly relieved, and went down the steps, followed by Withdraw the formation and become 12 people again.

After changing back to its original form, the Twelve Ancestral Witch found Xiao Peng standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at Buzhou Mountain, wondering what he was thinking.

Out of respect for the strong, they didn't dare to interrupt Xiao Peng's thoughts, they just waited quietly, and Fuxi also took the opportunity to sneak to the side of Kong Xuan and Yu Yixian.

Xiao Peng stood there for half an hour, sighed again, turned around, and said to the Twelve Ancestors in a low voice: "Do you know how tall Daoist Pan Gu was when he was the tallest?"

Hearing the words "Pangu Daoist", the Twelve Ancestor Wu Qiqi was shocked, looked at each other in horror, and then looked at Xiao Peng with a strong look of awe in his eyes.

Xiao Peng didn't expect to hear the answers from the ancestral witches, and said to himself in a somewhat ethereal voice: "It's [-] miles. He is as tall as the sky is. Pan Gu's true body, but his strength is only [-]% of his."

Di Jiang cautiously asked Xiao Peng: "Dare to ask what is the relationship between Senior and our Father God..."

When Xiao Peng heard the words, there was a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "When I was in the chaos, I witnessed with my own eyes that fellow Taoist Pangu opened up the world and fought against 99 chaos that wanted to stop him with his own strength. Devil."

"Do you know what a Chaos Demon God is? It's an existence that can crush Hongjun to death."

This time, not only the ancestral witches, but even Fuxi and Kong Xuan Yu Yixian looked at each other in horror.

Xiao Peng ignored them, and still narrated what happened back then, "Fellow Daoist Pan Gu slaughtered 99 demon gods with one enemy, leaving only 49."

"But the prehistoric world he opened up has not yet stabilized, and the world is about to close again, and he has consumed too much, and he is really tired. Facing the last 49 demon gods, Fellow Daoist Pan Gu is powerless."

"At that time, I saw the eyes of Fellow Daoist Pangu. It was the deep regret for not being able to open up the world and the reluctance to give up this world. I was touched by that look, so I decided to help him."

"I stepped forward to pick up those 49 demon gods for him, so that he would have the opportunity to continue to open up the world and fulfill his wish."

"It's a pity that my strength is not as good as Fellow Daoist Pangu. Facing 49 demon gods, I don't have the energy to help him in other areas."

"In order to stabilize the world and prevent it from closing again, he supported it with his own body. After countless tens of thousands of years, I finally killed all the Chaos Demon Gods, and the world became stable."

"Ninety thousand miles, this is the height of heaven and earth, and also the height of Fellow Daoist Pangu, but at this moment...he has run out of fuel."

"Fellow Taoist Pangu entrusted me to protect this world on his behalf, and never let any living beings destroy him. I promised him."

"Seeing my promise, fellow Taoist Pan Gu passed away with a smile, and with his own body, he transformed into all things in the prehistoric world."

Speaking of this, Xiao Peng pointed to the Buzhou Mountain that connects the heaven and the earth, and said to the ancestral witches: "This Buzhou Mountain is transformed from the spine of your father God. Even if he is dead, he will still support this side." world."

"That's why I've been living here since I entered the Great Desolation, in order to protect it and prevent it from being damaged."

"If it is destroyed, not only will your father's spine be destroyed, but the world that your father gave his life for will also suffer catastrophe. I will never allow this to happen. No matter who it is, if you dare not If Zhou Shan is unfavorable, I want him to die."

After finishing the last sentence, Xiao Peng subconsciously glanced at Gonggong, which made Gonggong baffled.

As the head of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, Di Jiang suddenly bowed down to Xiao Peng, and shouted: "We are willing to follow our predecessors and defend Buzhou Mountain together. As long as we are alive, we will never let Buzhou Mountain suffer any damage. With this oath, we will be reduced to ashes and wiped out."

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, the other eleven ancestral witches also bowed down one after another. According to Xiao Peng's seniority, it would not be too much for them to call him uncle.

Kneeling to him, they felt as if they were bowing to their own gods and fathers. The ancestral witches, who disrespected even the heavenly law, didn't have the slightest awkwardness in their hearts, and shouted in unison: "Swear to defend Buzhou Mountain to the death."

"Uh……"

Xiao Peng looked at these ancestral witches in a daze, and felt a little bad in his heart. This time, he seemed... to play too big.

Seeing the passionate look in the eyes of the ancestral witches and their reverence for him, the words of refusal came to their lips, but they couldn't say it no matter what.

Xiao Peng wanted to cry, but it was only because he saw Pangu's real body again, which aroused deep emotion in his heart, and God Jiang's question happened to be in this place, so Xiao Peng also talked about what happened back then, It is more a kind of remembrance, a kind of mourning for Pangu.

Unexpectedly, it inspired the endless worship of the father god by the twelve ancestor witches. Like Sanqing, they have always regarded themselves as the queen of Pangu and are proud of Pangu's authenticity. So after listening to Xiao Peng's words, they did not hesitate to join in. Come in the ranks of protecting Buzhou Mountain and maintaining the prehistoric land.

What can Xiao Peng do?Could it be that this is my responsibility and has nothing to do with you?He couldn't say that.

However, it only took a moment for Xiao Peng to feel helpless, and then he figured it out. He is a pioneer, and there are not only two bad worlds, so what if he is self-willed?Is there not enough history to change by yourself?
Thinking of this, Xiao Peng no longer entangled, nodded to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said solemnly: "Okay, you are also filial, so I won't say more."

"But there is one thing, I welcome you to join in protecting Buzhou Mountain and maintaining the prehistoric world, but I don't care if you want to expand the territory or something. If you encounter any enemies, use your own strength to face them. I won't interfere either."

Speaking of this, Xiao Peng's face softened a little, and said: "But as your elders, I will pass on to you some supernatural combat skills suitable for you as appropriate. Your fate is in your own hands."

Others can be said to be sentimental, but this sentence is the real benefit to the witch clan. The twelve ancestor witches were overjoyed immediately, bowed down again, and said in unison: "Thank you, senior."

"Get up! Fuxi, go back and report your sister's safety first, and don't be so reckless in the future, so as not to worry her." Xiao Peng gave Fuxi a sideways look, and said a little angrily.

Fuxi bowed slightly awkwardly, and then set up the Dunguang to look north, while Xiao Peng took Kong Xuan and Yu Yixian to the Pangu Temple.

For the next few decades, Xiao Peng lingered in the old lair of the witch clan, teaching the ancestor witches some foreign skills. They have no magic power, and their natural supernatural powers cannot be used like internal power, so the unique skills like the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon are Can't learn.

The first thing he taught them was free combat. The Witch Clan is worthy of being a race that focuses on hand-to-hand combat. This relatively simple martial arts method has been mastered within a few months.

So Xiao Peng organized several group arena matches, which allowed the creatures in the ancient prehistoric world to enjoy the refreshing feeling of watching boxing matches for future generations.

After learning free fighting, Xiao Peng passed on to them the boxing and kicking skills such as Dahong Quan and Wuying Kick, which greatly enhanced their fighting power. Promotion, the fighting power of the Wu clan has directly doubled several times.

Thirty years later, Xiao Peng left the Wu Clan with his apprentices and returned to his own valley. He knew the current situation of the Wu Clan well.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches and the Eight Great Witches sent Xiao Peng away respectfully, and then started to expand outward again.

The Wu Clan radiates outward in all directions with Buzhou Mountain as the center. With the martial arts taught by Xiao Peng, they no longer need to be intimidated by their huge bodies when they encounter a powerful enemy.

After thousands of years of development, when the local territory is enough to support the tribe, the Wu tribe will stop expanding. If it expands too fast, it will be easy to be attacked by groups. With the territory, the Wu tribe will recuperate and start living a tribal life.

The Twelve Patriarchal Witches command twelve large tribes, and there are countless small tribes under these big tribes. As the strength of the Witch Clan grows, when the land is not enough, their road to expansion begins again.

Gradually eroding the living space of the prehistoric tribes, thousands of years later, when the prehistoric tribes came back to their senses, the Wu tribe was already extremely powerful, with a population of one billion, and it seemed to be the most powerful tribe in the prehistoric period.

Of course, it is only the strongest clan, not the largest clan, no matter what time period the largest clan is always the monster clan.

And after thousands of years of painstaking practice, Kong Xuan advanced to the middle stage of the Profound Immortal, and the Winged Immortal could break through the realm of Daluo and enter the realm of Profound Immortal, and the five-color divine light and Yin-Yang Qi became more and more powerful.

But Xiao Peng found that a faint evil spirit began to permeate between the heaven and the earth, and he sighed secretly, it seems that the day of the Lich War is not far away.

(End of this chapter)