The demon emperor of all worlds

Chapter 483

For a moment, all the creatures in the prehistoric land fell to their knees, kowtowed in the direction of the sea of ​​blood and shouted, "Meet the sage of Houtu!"

"Meet the saints of Houtu!"

"..."

Including most of the prehistoric powers and innate gods outside the sea of ​​​​blood are kneeling on the ground at this moment, and the only ones who can persist and not kneel are the powerhouses of the pseudo-saint level.

At this moment, the aura on Houtu's body did not stop.

With the passage of power time, the aura and coercion on her body became stronger and stronger: the early stage of the great sage—the middle stage of the great sage—the late stage of the great sage—the consummation of the great sage—the great perfection of the great sage!

Soon, the power of Houtu reached the stage of the great perfection of a saint, and the coercion emanating from his body was even higher than that of Nuwa's testimony in the past. At the beginning, I was bent over unconsciously, including Sanqing, Jieyin, Zhunti and others.

In just a few breaths, Di Jun was the only one standing still present. The oppressive expression of the resisters seemed to be an understatement, but in fact he was constantly walking on the verge of collapse.

After a long time, the strong power fluctuations in Hou Tu's body stopped, and after he retracted his aura back into his body, he could see that her dissipated physical body began to condense rapidly.

But this time, her body didn't contain Pangu's essence and blood, so she couldn't be regarded as an ancestor witch anymore.

"This……"

Seeing this situation, Di Jiang and other ancestor witches were dumbfounded.

I thought that Houtu would definitely die, but I didn't expect that the latter broke through the saint, but before they could be happy, now Houtu's physical body is no longer the ancestor witch, which really made it hard for them to accept for a while.

After all, Houtu represents not only the ancestral witch, but also a corner of the twelve capitals. Now that the latter is no longer the ancestral witch, it means that she cannot complete the corner of the twelve capitals. In other words, the Wu clan will lose the ability to survive.

"How could this be!"

"Damn it, how can this be done!"

Roaring inwardly, the expressions of Di Jiang and the others changed at the moment. Although Houtu became a saint and could protect the Wu Clan, the absence of the Twelve Capitals Heavenly Formation also meant that the Wu Clan would be incomplete.

At this moment, Houtu had come back to her senses and glanced at the gods kneeling on the ground around her, as well as the exhausted appearance of Sanqing and the others. Her eyes flashed brightly, but on the surface she still acted like With an apologetic gesture, he said, "My friends, I have offended you!"

Hearing this, Sanqing and the others looked at Houtu one after another.

Although losing face under the coercion of the latter made them feel very uncomfortable, but when the matter has reached this point, they dare not say anything, after all, the latter is already a saint.

The saints are all ants, and now they are nothing more than ants in the eyes of Houtu. If the latter can apologize, if they don't follow up, the consequences will be extremely miserable.

Thinking of this, how dare they say anything else?Hastily waved his hand and said: "Houtu sage is polite, I understand that I can't control my cultivation base breakthrough for a while!"

"That's right, congratulations to fellow Taoist Houtu for becoming the Supreme Saint!"

"Congratulations, Houtu Sage!"

"..."

At this moment, all the monks present knelt and licked, and the sanctification of Houtu completely opened the era of saints.

Unlike Nuwa, who is a saint under the Hongjun Xuanmen, the purple aura of the Hongmeng on Houtu's body is not within the Xuanmen, that is to say, Nuwa will be restricted to the area outside the sky, but Houtu is different. .

It can be said that the current prehistoric era has truly entered the age of saints.

Seeing this, the smile on Houtu's face was even bigger. After all, he has become a saint, and his cultivation is infinitely close to that of a saint of heaven. This is definitely something to celebrate.

"Lady girl!"

"Sister Houtu!"

At this time, Di Jiang and the other eleven ancestor witches had already arrived at the area in front of Houtu. Looking at the latter's newborn appearance at this moment, their expressions became extremely complicated at this moment.

"Brothers!"

Complicated eyes flashed across the eyes, and Houtu took a look at the Eleven Ancestral Witches, and then said, "I am no longer an Ancestral Witch. From now on, I can only take care of the Witches!"

"However, I will not give up on the Wu Clan. This Nether World has only been opened up recently. I want you brothers to send a group of people here from their respective tribes. I will arrange them in the underworld. Let the Wu Clan be connected with the Underworld, the Underworld will not be destroyed, and the Wu Clan will last forever!"

As soon as these words came out, the Eleven Patriarch Wu was overjoyed.

By now, they are no longer the stunned youths of the past, and they are very aware of the importance of the mysterious and mysterious thing of luck.

The most important thing is that with Houtu's promise, what they want to do next will be much easier. After all, Nuwa did not stay in the Yaozu when she became a saint, but the impact it brings is self-evident .

Thinking of this, Di Jiang and other ancestor witches immediately answered: "My sister has something to ask, and my brother will naturally agree!"

"My sister needs help, my sister must help!"

After receiving the replies from the ancestor witches, Houtu also breathed a sigh of relief, and then seemed to think of something, then focused his eyes on Sanqing, and said calmly: "Please remember the promise to me, three fellow Taoists!"

Hearing this, a wry smile appeared on Sanqing's face.

If they had known it would be like this, they would never have agreed.

After all, in their view, Hou Tu would have to pay the price of his life if he wanted to seal that thing, but they didn't expect that the latter just abandoned the body of the ancestral witch, and not only was he fine, he even became a saint.

You know, they are all Hongjun's disciples, and it's nothing more than Nuwa taking the lead. After all, it was with Dijun's help, so they can't say much.

But now?
It is absolutely intolerable for Houtu to be sanctified one step ahead of them, and once he is sanctified, he will reach the peak, and then directly reach the stage of the Great Perfection of a saint.

But when things got to this point, they couldn't regret anything. After all, Houtu had already become a saint. If they didn't agree, I'm afraid the latter wouldn't let them go.

Thinking of this, Sanqing glanced at each other, and then said, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, we will not go back on what we promised!"

"That's good!"

Nodding in satisfaction, Houtu heaved a sigh of relief. After all, under such circumstances, he was really afraid that the latter three would repent. She has already been sanctified and cannot leave Honghuang, so...

"Break it for me!"

At this moment, a low voice resounded quietly.

Looking at the area not far behind Di Jun, Kun Daozi, the son of Kunpeng, suddenly stood up, and the black ball of law in his hand slowly entered his body, and his cultivation base also increased rapidly. Raise up: the early stage of the quasi-sage - the middle period of the quasi-sage - the late period of the quasi-sage - the consummation of the quasi-sage - the great perfection of the quasi-sage!

(End of this chapter)