Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 86 [Pangu Temple, Eleven Ancestral Witches]

"Boom boom boom!"

A sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the main hall. The eleven ancestral witches paused their discussion and looked towards the door together.

Soon a bare-chested and brawny man walked in from outside the main hall, respectfully faced the ancestors of the witches, and said at the same time: "Master ancestral witch, a Taoist from the tribe came, saying that he brought the ancestral witch with him. I came here on my orders, and I have something to give to Master Zuwu."

"Sister Houtu."

When Di Jiang heard this, he immediately shouted: "Quickly, bring him in."

"No need! I won't come in person anymore."

A gentle voice slowly echoed through the hall, and a young man wearing a dark green Taoist robe walked in from the entrance of the hall.

"Who are you?"

Someone broke into the Pangu Temple, and the hot-tempered Zhu Rong immediately became furious and shouted: "You dare to break into the Pangu Temple without permission, you are so arrogant."

"Shut up! You have to be unreasonable."

Di Jiang stopped Zhu Rong, who was speaking out loud, and looked at Zhang Yan with a headache. In fact, when Zhang Yan stepped into the Pangu Temple, he already knew who he was.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yan, although I have never met you, your name is widely spread in ancient times."

Zhang Yan smiled lightly and said, "Di Jiang Zu Wu has said that I am just an ordinary monk and I should not be like this."

"Haha! It turns out that you are Zhang Yan, okay, okay."

"I wanted to kill Di Jun's little brats for a long time, but I didn't expect to be killed by you. It's really satisfying."

Zhu Rong swept away the scowl on his face, and with a happy attitude, he almost stepped forward to become brothers with Zhang Yan.

"The golden crow flies across the sky, causing harm to the ancient land. The karma is deeply cultivated, and the killing is in harmony with the way of heaven."

"Okay! Based on these words, Brother Zhang Yan can be our honored guest from the Wu Clan."

Di Jiang made a loud noise, but his eyes were still wandering around Zhang Yan.

"I see that brother Zhang Yan seems to have the blood of the Wu clan."

Zhang Yan nodded, "Thousands of years ago, I traveled through the wilderness to the Houtu tribe, and participated in the Bonfire Festival, where I happened to receive a drop of blood from the Houtu Ancestral Witch. I think this is the reason."

"I see. Speaking of which, brother Zhang Yan still has the blood of my witch clan."

Gonggong suddenly smiled and looked at Zhang Yan, his eyes becoming more pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Yan smiled. Although he swallowed the ancestral witch essence and blood, under the precise control of the Daoyan system, he only absorbed the power of qi and blood contained in the ancestral witch essence and blood, and did not fully integrate into the witch clan. Bloodline.

It's not that the Wu Clan's bloodline is bad, but Zhang Yan's body is no longer weak to the innate gods and demons due to the "fetal transformation", and there is no need to integrate into the Wu Clan's bloodline.

After all, the blood of the Wu clan, combined with the filthy aura of heaven and earth, still has some influence on Zhang Yan, who majors in Yuan Shen.

However, after hearing Zhang Yan's words, the eleven ancestral witches in Pangu Temple had a good impression of Zhang Yan. People from the witch clan mainly cultivated the power of the physical body and did not cultivate the soul. This also caused their minds to be full of muscles. .

With the innate goodwill and Zhang Yan's reputation, it is natural that he has good feelings towards him.

After chatting with the Eleventh Ancestral Witch and others for a long time, Zhang Yan did not forget the business.

At the right time, I took out the painstaking efforts left by Hou Tu, "Before, I was with Hou Tu Zuwu. Although she was reincarnated, she still couldn't worry about the witch clan."  "This drop of blood is the work of Hou Tuzu Wu. She asked me to bring it to the Witch Clan, and she hopes to use this drop of her heart to create another ancestral witch."

"Heart-breaking!"

In the temple, the eleven ancestral witches all looked startled.

Unlike ordinary monks, the witch clan specializes in the power of the physical body. Each ancestral witch only has ten drops of his heart's blood, and every drop of his heart's blood is irreparable after being used.

When the twelve ancestral witches were refining the Twelve Capital Gods' Evil Banners, each of them took a drop of their heart's blood, and then they refined the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Gods Evil Formation into such terrifying power.

"Hey! But it's the Houtu girl who suffered a lot. We don't mean to blame her."

"As the only saint-level powerhouse in our Witch Clan, her existence can help the Witch Clan survive even if they are defeated."

"The Hou Tu Ancestral Shaman has reincarnated into reincarnation, which is a great meritorious deed for the ancient world and will definitely be remembered by all living beings in the ancient world."

"Eh!"

All the ancestor witches covered their faces and sighed.

Di Jiang looked solemn and took the blood that Hou Tu had left behind, "But with this drop of blood, we don't have to go to great lengths to breed the ancestral witch again."

The witch clan has a total of twelve branches. Those great witches and witches are all born through the blood of ancestral witches. With this drop of blood of ancestral witches, you only need to select a great witch from the Houtu tribe, and you will soon be able to regenerate. Give birth to an ancestral witch.

Of course, this new ancestral witch cannot compete with these ancestral witches, but he can do it if he holds a Dutian Shen Sha Banner.

At least, the Twelve Capital Gods' Evil Banners can be used. With the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Gods Evil Formation, the Witch Clan can already be on par with the Monster Clan.

Di Jiang, who had taken over Hou Tu's heartache, suddenly asked Zhang Yan: "Brother Zhang Yan, you participated in the bonfire festival held by Hou Tu, and I wonder if there are any candidates?"

Zhang Yan was stunned. He did not expect that Di Jiang would ask him this question, but when it came to the great shaman of the Houtu tribe.

After Zhang Yan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, he said: "The great witch Houyi was only defeated by me by one move thousands of years ago. Now that thousands of years have passed, his strength should be even stronger."

The great witch Houyi, if Zhang Yan had not existed, would have been famous at this time, and his strength should not be underestimated.

"Houyi!"

Di Jiang looked at Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch. The two tribes were adjacent to each other. At the same time, Xuan Ming and Hou Tu were also walking closer.

Xuanming Ancestral Witch understood and said: "The great witch Houyi is the most powerful witch in Houtu Meizi tribe, especially his archery skills can rival the peak of Daluo Jinxian."

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you, Sister Xuanming."

Di Jiang didn't particularly care about the choice of the next ancestral shaman, as long as someone could take the place of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation.

"We each give a drop of blood essence, and Sister Xuanming will take it to us."

After Di Jiang spoke, he patted his chest, and a drop of golden blood spit out from his mouth and floated in the air.

At the beginning of You Dijiang, the remaining ten ancestral witches took out a drop of blood essence and suspended it in front of Xuan Ming.

When all the essence, blood and painstaking efforts appeared in the temple, the entire temple was filled with a terrifying power of qi and blood. Zhang Yan expected that if he was swallowed by this power of qi and blood, he would definitely be able to The nine-turn Xuan Gong is deduced to the eighth turn.

However, Zhang Yan was just thinking about it. If he really wanted to take action, he might have to stay here, and since his descendants were kind to him, Zhang Yan definitely couldn't do such a thing.

(End of this chapter)