Hong Huang: I am the eldest son of Pan Gu!

Chapter 92 Kind-hearted Empress Dowager, Love Online!
"Who dares to treat our ancestors like this!"

"Rampant little god, you are courting death like this!!"

"Our dignified ancestor witch, how can we be so humiliated!!!"

After Pan Hao said the words "Little Ancestral Witch", the twelve giants who were still curious exploded in an instant. Not only the elder brother Di Jiang was angry, but even the pure and honest Houtu was full of angry faces, glaring at him. Pan Hao!

The twelve giants rushed forward with their arms swung!

one year later--

"Did you take it?"

The twelve ancestral witches, regardless of brothers and sisters, were all coiled on the ground by Pan Hao, and the strongest Di Jiang was pressed down by Pan Hao.

It wasn't that he was going to do it when he came up, but after "San Qing confessed his brother", Pan Hao felt that there were not enough benefits. If he didn't subdue these younger brothers and sisters, they would not admit it. It's your elder brother.

"I Zhu Rong, I have never obeyed in my life!"

Zhu Rong, who was placed on top by Pan Hao, had his neck stuck. Although the flames on his body were suppressed by Pan Hao and could not be used, Pan Hao could clearly see the arrogant arrogance!
"Humph!"

Picking up Zhu Rong's arm, he kicked him in the stomach!
boom--!
"Karma fried!" The sound of bone shattering——

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Zhu Rong, who has always been strong and stubborn, raised his head and screamed, and two tears were left in the corners of his eyes, which was clearly seen by other ancestor witches!
Because the arm was grabbed by Pan Hao, Zhu Rong's stomach was forcefully kicked by Pan Hao. It was just a kick. Not only was the kick bloody, but even the spine and pelvis were broken.

Throwing down Zhu Rong who had turned into mud, Pan Hao clapped his hands, looked at the few remaining terrified Zu Wu, and smiled.

"Who else doesn't agree?"

At this time, in their eyes, Pan Hao, who was smiling and kind, was undoubtedly a devil, or a smiling devil.

This also led to the fact that in the endless years that followed, the Witch Clan was a little too polite to the god who had a kind and smiling face.

After the silence, even Pan Hao thought that the group of ancestor witches were overwhelmed, but unexpectedly there was a trembling voice
"I don't agree either!"

It's Gonggong!
The remaining ten ancestral witches, including Zhu Rong who was still shouting, turned their heads to look at the stubborn Gong Gong with admiration.

Especially Zhu Rong, I was so moved, I never thought that the two of us are the most difficult to deal with, and at the critical moment, you are still your best brother!
When Pan Hao saw that the person who spoke was actually Gonggong who broke Zhoushan according to the later records, seeing his stubborn little eyes, he laughed angrily.

He took two steps forward, grabbed his hair, and pulled it up.

"Tell me, why are you dissatisfied?"

Gonggong looked at Pan Hao who was smiling horribly, and his fist as white as jade, and felt a little scared in his heart.

However, he became angry just after cowarding him, and he actually coaxed him!

As the authentic Pan Gu, fighting against the sky and fighting the earth, you can't be cowardly!
Afterwards, the neck swelled and the face turned horizontally, "Our twelve ancestral witches were transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and they are the most authentic Pangu blood descendants. How could there be a direct descendant who is closer to Pangu than us!

I do not believe! "

The reason is exactly the same as Sanqing's. The frog at the bottom of the well doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth. If he has the ability to overthrow Hongjun, he only knows how to fight in the wild.

Especially Gonggong, after the Lich catastrophe, with the mentality of the master of the prehistoric, with the extreme idea that if you can't get the prehistoric, you will be ruined, directly smashed Zhoushan, the pillar of the prehistoric!

This collision not only broke Zhou Shan, but also broke Hong Huang's hope of promotion.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Pan Hao became, his aura became extremely terrifying, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and even the environment on the top of Zhoushan was surging with Pan Hao's aura!
You must know that Zhoushan is shrouded by Pangu's will, let alone other gods affect it, even climbing up is difficult!

But Pan Hao can shake Zhou Shan just by his aura!
Under the shocked eyes of the twelve ancestral witches, Pan Hao swung his fist and punched Gonggong in the face!
As the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face. If Pan Hao wasn't really angry, he wouldn't be so dishonoring to Gonggong!

"Ah----!!!" Gong Gong's screams directly overwhelmed Zhu Rong, his bloody face was full of distorted pain.

For this punch, Pan Hao used [-]% of his strength. If it weren't for the ancestral witch's body being the top physique in the wild, Gonggong might have disappeared long ago.

Just when Pan Hao was about to throw his second punch, Hou Tu hurriedly got up from the group of brothers and sisters, stumbled and ran here, and blocked Pan Hao's fist.

"Brother, I beg you to forgive Brother Gonggong. He just couldn't figure it out for a while. The younger sister will persuade Brother Gonggong later!"

With a firm look and cautious eyes, Pan Hao's heart softened in just an instant.

Moreover, like Emperor Juntai, it cannot be assumed that all this happened just because there are records in later generations. You must know that the lich has not even met.

A punch will do the trick.

Pan Hao put away his fists, looked at Gonggong and Zhu Rong with hatred, and then looked at Houtu.

This is His youngest sister, her eldest brother is like a father, this is the youngest girl, even when she was beaten just now, Houtu was the one who was beaten the least, otherwise she would not be able to get up.

"When brother hit you just now, did it hurt?"

The clever Houtu pouted his lips in an instant, his eyes filled with tears.

"It hurts~"

Pan Hao: (;Д｀)
The Eleventh Ancestral Witch: (○Д○)

Is this still the violent little girl?Or the little girl who beats up when she disagrees? ? ?

Pan Hao didn't know what Houtu was like before, but seeing such a poor little girl, coupled with the extremely miserable experience in the future, he couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

He knew that this was influenced by the remnant soul of later generations, because that remnant soul also had a younger sister, and he loved her very much.

Pan Hao did not reject this influence, after all, this remnant soul was also a part of Pan Hao.

Afterwards, Pan Hao reached out, took out a small porcelain bottle, and threw the small bottle to Houtu.

Houtu took it over and opened the lid. In an instant, a resonance from the blood attracted her deeply!

Not only her, but the rest of the ancestors held their heads up, looking at the small porcelain bottle eagerly!
At this time, Pan Hao's leisurely voice came over, "I was conceived and conceived by the combination of Pangu's heart blood and primordial spirit, and later fused with Pangu's chalcedony, which has long been immeasurable Taoist body.

This small porcelain bottle is filled with the Pangu blood left after my birth, it is perfect for recovering your injuries, little sister. "

As for why it remains?
Because Pangu Yuanshen and Pangu's heart blood must be perfectly integrated according to a certain ratio, if there is too much heart blood, it will be like the ancestor witch, the soul is too weak.

Pan Hao's body would be the most suitable only if the proportion of his primordial spirit and body was the same as Pan Gu's.

Hou Tu looked at Pan Hao with a complicated expression, and the remaining ancestral witches looked similar, both longing and uncomfortable.

What they long for is that this small drop of blood is extremely important to them, and it is something that can improve their own origin.

What's uncomfortable is that, since they are both in the form of blood, the level of other people's blood is more than a notch higher than that of their own blood.

But at this moment, Houtu's weak voice sounded in this quiet space.

"Brother, can I use this drop of effort with my brothers and sisters?"

　Look good and vote for two!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)