Rebirth of the Great Desolate Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 134

Houtu clan, one of the twelve ancestor witches of the Wu tribe on the prehistoric land, belonged to the Houtu clan. This tribe is worthy of being one of the twelve most powerful tribes of the Wu tribe. The name of the Zuwu, whether it is the walls of the tribe or the houses in the tribe, are all made of mud, but these muds are not unusual. The overall appearance of these muds is black, giving people a heavy and simple feeling, which is not unique. I underestimated these soils, which were created out of thin air by Houtu using her divine power, and its defense was stronger than black iron.

The people in the tribe also inherited the generosity and kindness of Houtu. People's spirits are very good. Whether they are old people, children or women, they all have such a sunny and kind smile on their faces. This day is the same as usual. Get up, it's time to practice martial arts, and it's time to go hunting. The woman and the old man are planting some grain-like plants around the tribe.

Suddenly, a white cloud floated down slowly in the sky, and a Taoist in a purple Taoist robe with a 24th grade lotus flower embroidered on it landed at the gate of the tribe. Knowing that although the relationship between the human race and them is not a deadly enemy, it is not so good. Sometimes they meet each other, and they either turn a blind eye or fight each other, let alone the monks of the human race come to their tribe. This young monk who seems to be a human race actually came to their tribe for some reason, doesn't he know how dangerous it would be?Or is it because he thinks he has a strong cultivation and doesn't need to be afraid of their Wu Clan people? It's a joke, how is this possible? Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who belonged to the monster clan, did not dare to come here rashly!Unless the monk is a saint, but saints will not come to their tribe.The sudden arrival of this monk made the people of the Wu Clan confused about his intentions, but judging from the eyes of these people of the Wu Clan and the way they walked, it was obvious that this monk of the Human Clan was classified as unwelcome , or judged that the arrival of this monk was to cause trouble.

At this moment, the monk asked with a slight smile to the people of the Wu clan who were approaching him step by step: "Everyone, you are being polite. Is this the Houtu tribe of Houtu?"

"That's right, this is Lord Houtu's tribe." The big witch of the Wu tribe who was in charge of guarding and patrolling the gate replied coldly: "Who are you? Those who spied on the situation of the Earth Clan after us said, what on earth are you doing here, or don’t blame us for being rude to you.”

After hearing this sentence, the monk of the human race put away his smile and frowned slightly: "You don't need to know the reason for my visit. Go and inform your Houtu ancestor witch that someone wants to see him."

"What...what?" The big witch seemed to have not heard the words of the human monks clearly, and seemed to have heard some funny words. He actually laughed and said to the people of the witch tribe gathered behind him: "Hey Everyone, do you understand? This little monk of the human race actually said that he came to see our Lord Houtu, this is simply a big joke, hahaha!" A group of witch clan people also followed the big witch Laughed out loud.

The young human cultivator still frowned slightly, and he was not angry. He said lightly: "Did I not make it clear? Or is there something wrong with your ears? Let me say it again, and report to your master Houtu, just say that I am purple Daoist Lian wants to see you." It turns out that this person is the Zilian sage who came down from Sanxian Island!But I don't know what he was thinking. He actually dressed himself up as a human monk who roamed the prehistoric land. When he came to the gathering place of the Wu Clan, it's no wonder that the Wu Clan people misunderstood him as a spy sent by the Human Race.

"Haha!" The big witch still laughed and said to Zilian: "Who do you think you are! A high-ranking saint? A little monk of the human race actually said that he wanted to see my Lord Houtu. This is simply a big joke. Is my Lord Houtu someone you can meet whenever you want?"

"Huh?" The big witch's words and appearance made Zilian feel uncomfortable, and she sighed softly: "Oh! So I thought there was only one descendant among the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan. Tu is not a bad person, but I am a little disappointed, looking at the appearance and character of you people, I don't have much hope for Hou Tu's behavior."

"What?" After hearing Zilian's words, the big witch stood up like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. Angrily, he stared at a pair of blood-red eyes and snarled viciously at Zilian: "You damned human cultivator, I already knew you were not a good thing. How dare you insult our master Houtu? Our master really shouldn't pity you human race people. He should have sent troops to kill more of you. People from these human races, today you are the first one, you have to pay the price for your words of insulting us Lord Houtu." The big witch spoke, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled out a broad ghost-headed sword from his back, He went straight to kill Zilian, the big knife raised above his head seemed to want to split Zilian in two.

Zilian wasn't nervous at all, yes!Is this simply not a level?One is just an ordinary big Luo Jinxian's great witch, and the other is the top saint in the world. Zi Lian looked at this witch with great interest, waiting for a pair of blood-red eyes, like an angry bull. Usually directed at him.

The big witch of the witch tribe came to Zilian in a few moments, holding a knife in both hands and showing a ferocious smile at Zilian, saying: "You monk of the human race, die for me!" At the same time as he spoke, the big knife rushed towards Zi Lian's head like a tiger descending the mountain like a dragon coming out of the water, and chopped it off.

The people of the witch clan who were watching around saw that the big witch slashed at the weak monk of the human race with a sharp knife. They seemed to be able to imagine that the monk of the human race was split in two by the fierce knife. In the middle of the day, the blood was spraying all over the place, and the viscera flowed all over the place, and I couldn't help but let out a burst of applause: "Good!"

But just before the applause in this life disappeared, the witches seemed to be stuck in the neck, staring at the strange scene in front of them with wide eyes, and it took a long time to force out their throats. After a while: "Uh!" Short voice.

(End of this chapter)