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

Chapter 97 Pan Hao exhorts, rebellious ancestral witch.

Pan Hao has always been ruthless, his heart is higher than the sky, he is not a good person!
It seems that his face is gentle and easy-going, but this is just the surface.

He has more pride in his bones than anyone else!
Although the remnant souls of the later generations made him a lot gentler, the things in his bones cannot be changed if he wants to, and Pan Hao doesn't want to change either!
He is more proud than the proud, and more gentle than the humble and meek.

There is no distinction between strength and weakness, regardless of heels.

What you respect is the heart of Dao, and what you look at is the heart of God!
Because there is no god more noble than him in Honghuang, he doesn't need to care about anyone's face, and he can look down on anyone he wants to look down on.

Putting the unconscious Zhu Rong into Di Jiang's arms, Pan Hao swept over these ancestor witches one by one.

There is resentment, anger, dissatisfaction, apprehension, worry, and so on.

The only thing that made Pan Hao feel gratified was that in the eyes of Zhuo Jiuyin and Hou Tu, although there was concern for Zhu Rong, there was no anger for Pan Hao. Just these two people.

"This is the top-quality fire spirit root. The leaf of the hibiscus tree." Pan Hao took out a leaf from his bosom. It was densely covered with fiery red lines, as if to outline the avenue.

He has always been like this, he must give a big date when he hits a big stick, even if Zhu Rong made a mistake first, he still has to give the compensation that should be given.If he wants this truth, he must stand on his side, and Pan Hao is not short of this thing anyway.

"I gave this leaf to Zhu Rong for his healing."

As soon as Pan Hao finished his words, he heard the sound of inhaling one after another from around him, and he was obviously shocked by Pan Hao's generous handwriting.

Putting this leaf filled with Dao rhyme into Hou Tu's hand, and then looking at Zhu Rong's bald head, he felt a little ridiculous.

Laugh, Zhu Rong's head is ugly, also laugh, his ignorance and pity.

"Originally, I have been to Zhoushan, and I have seen the Pangu Temple, and I am aware of your existence."

Pan Hao stopped paying attention to Zhu Rong. Instead, he looked at the ancestor witches and said with a sigh: "The Pangu Palace suppressed the remnant thoughts of the Chaos Demon God. It is easy and immovable. The resentment has completely disappeared today. You can take him away from the top of Zhoushan Mountain."

In fact, it was the Pangu Temple ordered by Pan Hao to obey the ancestor witch. After all, they were younger brothers and sisters, and no matter how bad they were, they had to take care of them.

Dijiang and the others, ignoring the tragic Zhu Rong, all looked at Pan Hao and laughed.

Laughing, they can finally leave the top of Zhoushan Mountain and experience the prehistoric times; also laughing, they recognize the fact that Brother Pan Hao is so powerful that they cannot afford to offend.

Regardless of their reaction, Pan Hao continued, "What I told Zhu Rong just now is also for you. We Pangu blood descendants are born with great luck. If we cultivate the Tao safely, we will surely prove the Tao!"

Of course, I don't know when Pan Hao is, and maybe it's an immeasurable calamity.

"Therefore, don't make trouble out of nothing, cause disasters, use your status to bully the weak and provoke the strong."

Pan Hao persuaded earnestly.

It is best not to even follow the way of luck, but to cultivate yourself in a safe and stable way, like Sanqing.

But he also knew that this was impossible. Although he didn't know if the law of heaven had calculated it, the conflicts between liches could not be easily resolved.

One is the hunter and the other is the prey, how can they coexist?
What Pan Hao said, the thoughts of the ancestor witches were also very different.

As the eldest brother, Di Jiang had the deepest thoughts. Seeing Pan Hao condescending and talking with Kai Kai, while the ancestors and witches who were stronger than them could only listen obediently, yearning could not help but appear in his heart.

If Pan Hao knew, he might be very familiar with it, after all, the phrase "he can be replaced" is very famous.

As the second elder brother, Zhuo Jiuyin has both the magnanimity that an elder brother should have and the humility that a younger brother should have. He listened carefully to what Pan Hao said, and carefully figured out the reason behind it.

Gonggong is a typical representative of other ancestral witches, and he almost showed his dissatisfaction on his face. Although he clearly knew that Pan Hao was something he couldn't afford, but he was beaten twice for no reason. Who can accept it?
Not to mention the heart-and-heart matter, it was given to him by Houtu girl, what about Guan Panhao?
If you are not straight, you will be strong!
It was only because he couldn't beat Pan Hao that he listened patiently, or he would have left early.

Although the remaining few ancestor witches were not as irritable as Gonggong, they didn't hear what Pan Hao said in their hearts. They were serious on their faces, but they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

Only Houtu was very serious about what Pan Hao said, his little head was bit by bit, and his eyes were full of approval.

Pan Hao looked at it very comfortably, and stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, and under the envious eyes of other ancestor witches, he took out a book.

As soon as the book was published, exclamations came and went!
This is a Taoist book!The Book of the Word!
This book is not a paper book, but a jade book made of Qingling stone jade.

This book is Pan Hao's "notebook". Whenever he has inspiration for Dao, he will write it down in this book. As time goes by, the rhyme of Dao in this book becomes more and more intense, and it is about to overflow.

Although the things in this book are not systematic, but the spirituality is wanton and not limited to the framework. For people with high understanding, this is a precious book.

Under Pan Hao's uncompromising gaze, Hou Tu still reached out to take it, although she didn't know why her elder brother treated her so well, but treated her brothers so badly.

Does my brother like goddesses?

But Houtu looked at Xuanming again, and felt that this was not the case.

In fact, apart from his younger sister's love for Houtu, Pan Hao still owes him a debt, and his sister has to make up for the flaws left by his father.

Moreover, this younger sister is much better than other ancestral witches, she is sensible and courteous, she does not have the arrogance and crudeness of other ancestral witches, but is a little gentle and kind.

After handing the book to Houtu, Pan Hao felt that there was nothing left to stay.

"I hope that what I said today, you can all keep it in your heart. If one day you cause trouble due to your arrogance, don't regret it."

"Thank you brother for your teaching, we will remember it!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches don't care whether they are convinced in their hearts or not, but they are all on the face, except Zhu Rong who is unconscious, they all bowed down and saluted, thanking Brother Pan Hao.

Pan Hao didn't want to continue to look at this group of mindless things, so he nodded at Houtu and Zhuo Jiuyin, then his figure flickered and disappeared on the spot.

As soon as Pan Hao disappeared, the top of Zhoushan exploded instantly!

Zhu Rong, who was originally in a coma, jumped up lying on his back, and Hou Tu thumped in fright.

"Fourth brother, this is you."

Before he could finish speaking the dialect, Zhu Rong cursed with a flushed face, "This damned Pan Hao, unexpectedly! Unexpectedly!!"

Touching the bare top of his head, Zhu Rong's heart was about to overflow with anger, and puffs of steam spewed out from his eyes, nostrils and ears.

Seeing that Zhu Rong was about to continue scolding, Di Jiang covered his mouth, "Do you want to die?"

One sentence awakened Zhu Rong, and thinking of Pan Hao's strength, Zhu Rong became quiet and quiet.

Di Jiang twisted Zhu Rong's bald head, and let go in satisfaction.

Zhu Rong shook his head unaccustomed to it, urging the law of fire in his body, trying to grow his hair back.

But who knows!
after a while
"My hair! Ahh-!!!"

Zhu Rong found that his hair didn't seem to exist at all, no matter how much he used his mana, it didn't change at all!
"Damn Pan Hao, ahh! My hair~"

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(End of this chapter)