Master of Hongjun

"The human race was created by Nuwa, the great sage of the demon race. It is reasonable to have a close relationship with the demon race, and it should be under the jurisdiction of the demon race. How could there be a life-and-death battle? This matter is indeed strange." Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of Lei, said doubtfully. .

The tribe under the jurisdiction of Qiangliang is located in a remote place, and they don't know much about some things that happened in the Great Desolate Continent. In addition, they are relatively rough, so they don't understand what happened.

"I know this!" Xuanming's crisp voice sounded, and a pair of big eyes full of sparkling charm, "Although the human race was created by Nuwa, they are born with weak bodies and do not know the art of magical transformation. In addition, the human race is born Made of the soil of the nine heavens, the body is full of spiritual energy, and it is uniquely blessed. Eating its essence, blood, and flesh can not only stabilize the realm of Taoism, but also improve the cultivation level. It is precisely because of this that the monsters are fancy, so they wantonly treat the human race. Slaughtering, completely disregarding the friendship of a strip of water, angered the guardians behind the human race, and slapped hundreds of thousands of monsters to death in a rage, and the cause and effect became deeper and deeper."

"Slapping hundreds of thousands of monsters to death with one palm? This person's cultivation is terrible, I ask myself that I can't do it. Who is that person, he has such a cultivation level, why should he protect the human race and form such a big karma with the monsters?" ?" Zhu Rong smacked his lips and stuck out his tongue, his face full of admiration.

Xuanming tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "It seems that that person calls himself the Daoist of Panlong Mountain Qiankun, and the human race respects him as the holy father. It is said that the birth of the human race has an inseparable relationship with him. But that person is indeed worthy of admiration, no matter who With his cultivation level, just because he dared to face the monster clan like this, head-to-head confrontation, without fear of revenge from the monster clan, this kind of courage is not something ordinary people can have."

The other eleven patriarchal witches agreed with this statement, and nodded at the same time. Hou Tu suddenly frowned, and suddenly thought of someone, but he was not sure, and asked Xuanming: "Who is that person that my sister said just now?" ?”

"Taoist Qiankun of Panlong Mountain, what's the matter? Does my sister know him?" Xuan Ming replied.

"It turned out to be him?" Houtu's expression was startled, thinking of the mysterious person who gave him the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil in the past, he finally fully understood why he had the level of cultivation to dare to challenge the Yaozu.

"It turns out that Nuwa created man and became a saint. He was the one who made it happen. Wasn't he the one who gave me the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil back then? Could it be that Nuwa really found Taoist Qiankun? Then why did he give the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil to me in the first place?" ?”

Houtu couldn't help being confused for a while, he was a little upset, and his face changed several times.

Xuan Ming was puzzled, and was about to ask carefully, when Di Jiang spoke with a serious expression, "The next thing we want to discuss is the battle between the human race and the demon race. Should we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, or send troops to help the human race? Control the sky, and the witch clan governs the land. This is the Daoist Jinkou's ruling, and no one can violate it. Now that the monster clan has conquered the human race, it has broken the rules set by the Taoist ancestor and violated our authority. Should we send troops to help the human race and defeat the monster race? family?"

The main purpose of calling the twelve ancestor witches together is not to discuss the process and results of the war between the human race and the monster race, but the question of whether to send troops.

Eleventh Patriarch Wu Qiqi lowered his head and immersed himself in thinking, but Houtu stood up abruptly and said, "Send troops, we must send troops to help the human race!"

Eleventh Patriarch Wu Qiqi stared at Houtu, unable to figure out why Houtu was so agitated all of a sudden, Zhu Jiuyin was the most mature and steady, and said, "Sister Houtu, please be safe and don't be impatient! Sending troops is a big matter, and we can't make a hasty decision. There must be a reason to send troops, what good will it do us if we send troops to help the human race?"

The other ancestral witches nodded one after another, and Xuanming gently pulled Houtu's sleeves, signaling Houtu to sit down before talking.