Master of Hongjun

Half a moment later, a group of people walked slowly outside the Hall of Houtu, bowed to Houtu from a distance, and said, "Taoist Qiankun of Panlong Mountain, I have seen the ancestral witch of Houtu."

Houtu hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said, "I don't know why you came here this time?"

Cao Xiaolong looked at Houtu Ancestral Witch, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him, and secretly praised him in his heart: "What a beautiful person."

I can only see that the person in front of me has soft hands like catkins, skin like creamy fat, collar like grub, gnat head and moth eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, she is truly a natural beauty.

Cao Xiaolong looked a little crazy for a while, and completely ignored Houtu's question.

"Why did Fellow Daoist come here?" Houtu saw that the visitor was always staring at him, but he didn't answer the question, which was very rude. The person was too frivolous, so he asked sullenly.

"I was entrusted by an old friend to give something to a fellow Taoist." Cao Xiaolong was stunned, a little embarrassed, knowing that Houtu was angry, but he was not angry, and took out a handful of colorful soil from the space, and both hands Send a support, and the colored soil flies flatly to Houtu's hands.

"This is the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, a product of chaos, with extraordinary functions." Cao Xiaolong snapped his fingers again as he spoke, and a divine sense shot straight into Hou Tu's forehead, disappearing.

Hou Tu wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't dodge at all, so he had to let the divine sense sneak into his body.

Hou Tu felt a burst of horror, he was about to break through to the cultivation level of the quasi-sect master as the peak of Daluo Jinxian, but he couldn't escape the casual finger of someone who came, so what kind of cultivation level was the other party?What is that divine consciousness? Is this person harmful to my heart?

When Hou Tu thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more fear he felt, who is this Taoist, and what is the purpose of coming here to see me?The pretty hand that was holding the soil tightened involuntarily, and the cold sweat was dripping down, especially without knowing it.

"What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist?" Houtu suppressed the urge to call for the guards, and asked with a cool face.

"Pindao doesn't have any malicious intentions, but it's just a chance to help fellow Taoists because of the favor of an old friend!" Cao Xiaolong didn't feel any apology for his abrupt behavior, and replied slowly with a smile.

"I don't know who entrusted my friend, what is the relationship between the old man and me you said?" Hou Tu didn't appreciate it at all, his face was cold and he wanted to blow a cold wind.

"My old friend has a deep relationship with fellow daoists, otherwise I wouldn't have come all the way to disturb fellow daoist Qingxiu. Nine days' respite from this thing is related to a great opportunity in the future, and you will get it when the time comes." You know. You must remember to keep this thing properly, it is related to your future wealth and life!!"

Seeing that the task was completed, Cao Xiaolong gave a final warning, and he didn't bother to stay in the Zuwu Hall to see his face. As soon as he finished speaking, his body began to twist and shake gradually. The whole space seemed unreal. He was obviously using Dafa to prepare to leave the Zuwu temple.

"Fellow Daoist, you haven't told me who entrusted you!" Seeing that Cao Xiaolong was about to disappear, Hou Tu hurriedly shouted, not caring about showing Cao Xiaolong's face with a cold face.

"Pangu!"

The Ancestral Witch Hall reverberated, echoing this voice over and over again.

"Pangu? It turned out to be the father god of Pangu? How old is this person?" Hou Tu's heart suddenly felt, and Yue Fa felt the mystery of the person coming, and he couldn't help but feel regretful for his rude behavior.

To be able to know Pangu, he was really born in the chaos, and the background of this person can scare people to death, no wonder he has such a high level of cultivation.

Such an expert, who devotes himself to enlightenment on weekdays, and strives to break through the shackles of power to reach the position of Hunyuan Wuji Supreme Leader, how can he come to play with me when he is bored?

Sigh... If such an expert can earnestly make friends with each other, it may be of great help to the future development of our Wu clan.

In vain, he missed the good opportunity to get acquainted with an expert, and Hou Tu deeply regretted his ignorance.

"Everyone is gone, regret is useless, I don't know what kind of spiritual treasure God Father Pangu left me, it is worthy of such a serious matter by Taoist Qiankun." Houtu is also a person who has experienced great storms, and he broke away from regret in an instant , full of curiosity about the items left by Taoist Qiankun.

Houtu did what he thought, and after casually instructing the guards on duty outside the hall not to be disturbed, he got into the secret room and arranged the whole secret room with layers of formations, and then began to study carefully the things left by Taoist Qiankun. Items come.

Nine Heavens Breathing Soil was conceived by chaos, and its specific functions have no other magical effects other than the connotation of innate aura and endless life. After half a day's research on the soil, I had no choice but to give up.

Since the research is not thorough, it is better to let it go for a while, and when the time comes, it will naturally be clear.Hou Tu is not a dead-headed person, he knows the priorities of things, and focuses his research on the divine consciousness that Daoist Qiankun shot into his mind.

The deeper the research, the more surprised Houtu felt.She could clearly feel a familiar aura contained in that divine sense, and this aura made Houtu feel particularly cordial and comfortable.

It's like being surrounded by the river of father's love, which is a kind of windy love, but it is also extremely kind and benevolent.That is... the feeling of a father, yes, the feeling of a father!

"Could it be... Could this be Godfather Pangu's divine consciousness?" Houtu was transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and he was very familiar with the aura contained in Pangu's divine consciousness. God consciousness, otherwise it wouldn’t give me such a kind and benevolent feeling!”

"It turns out that the old man mentioned by Dao Qiankun is really the father god of Pangu, it is really the father god!" Hou's face was full of dirt, and his expression was a little abnormal.

In this drop of consciousness given by Taoist Qiankun, in addition to the familiar feeling that Houtu feels familiar, it also contains a huge amount of energy, which belongs to Pangu's energy.

Hou Tu searched for this energy with tears all over his face, falling into deep nostalgia for God the Father.

"If Father God is still there, our witch clan will definitely be able to dominate the prehistoric world, and there is no place for the monster race!" Houtu thought so, but she ignored one point. If Pangu had not died, how could the prehistoric land be like this? In this wonderful world of flowers and flowers, how did the Wu Clan come into being?

The authorities were bewildered, and Houtu was no exception in the fog.

The energy contained in Pangu's divine consciousness was originally of the same origin as Houtu's. In an instant, Houtu's divine consciousness was wrapped by layers of Pangu's divine consciousness, pouring into Houtu's sea of ​​consciousness like a tired bird returning to its nest.

The essence of Taoism is gradually integrated into Houtu's sea of ​​consciousness, and the power of Houtu's consciousness is slowly transforming, becoming stronger and stronger.Houtu was instantly immersed in this wonderful transformation, forgetting time and space, only knowing to keep comprehending the essence of Tao and absorbing the energy left by Pangu.

Earth-shaking changes have taken place in Houtu Consciousness Sea, and even her ancestral witch body is also changing silently, becoming stronger and stronger.