Rebirth of the Great Desolate Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 98

The twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan gathered in the ancestral witch temple. The atmosphere above the main hall was very cold and silent. The faces of the twelve people were not very good. Obviously, they had just experienced a quarrel and now it has calmed down. The ancestral witch sitting at the top Di Jiang gently twirled two stone balls in his hands, looked up at the ancestors and witches in the hall, smiled coldly and said: "Arguing! Keep arguing! Didn't you just quarrel very fiercely?" ? Why did you shut your mouths when you mentioned that the monster race is also hunting and killing the race?"

Seeing that everyone didn't answer his words, Di Jiang couldn't help but burst into anger. He crushed the stone ball in his hand with a "pop!", stood up and said angrily, "Look at each of you. Jiandou's joy, when is this, ah! To put it simply, the monster clan is enough to threaten the existence of our witch clan, but to put it bluntly, you all don't know that disaster is imminent."

"Okay, okay, big brother, it's okay for you to lose your temper, don't speak so harshly." Sitting on the edge of Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin frowned slightly, apparently unable to stand Dijiang's drink The voice of scolding, opened his mouth to persuade.

"Well..." Di Jiang was worried that he couldn't find anyone who could vent his anger. This Zhu Jiuyin actually hit him with a gun. Di Jiang stared at Zhu Jiuyin with a murderous look and asked coldly: "Old man Two, are you unconvinced! Why am I wrong?"

"You..." Zhu Jiuyin obviously didn't expect that Dijiang would come at him just to persuade him. Although the twelve ancestor witches were brothers, all of them had extremely hot tempers, but they didn't usually explode. Jiang's words completely ignited Zhu Jiuyin's violent temper. Zhu Jiuyin stood up from the bone chair in a flash, pointed at Di Jiang coldly and shouted: "Di Jiang, I respect you!" "Brother, I respect you for being older than the rest of us, and you consider things comprehensively, but it doesn't mean that I, Zhu Jiuyin, are afraid of you. What do you mean by what you just said? If you don't explain clearly to me today, don't let me go." Blame me, Zhu Jiuyin, for disregarding brotherhood and turning against you." While talking, Zhu Jiuyin's aura of ancestral witches suddenly let go, and he pressed down on Dijiang overwhelmingly.

"Haha!" Di Jiang also let go of his arrogance and confronted Zhu Jiuyin, looked up to the sky and laughed and said, "Okay! Zhu Jiuyin, I already knew that you were not satisfied with my position. When this opportunity just came out, you turned against me? I will not let you go today! If you don’t accept it, let’s fight outside to see whether you are better than Zhu Jiuyin or my Dijiang is better. If I lose Now, my position is yours." After saying this, Di Jiang strode out of the outer hall.

Zhu Jiuyin didn't intend to make things so stiff at first, but when his temper came up and God Jiang's words aroused him, Zhu Jiuyin also lost his mind, snorted softly and said, "Hmph! Do you really think that I, Zhu Jiuyin, are afraid of you! Just fight, and let you, a frog at the bottom of the well, see what I, Zhu Jiuyin, do." While talking, he followed Di Jiang to the outside.

Seeing this situation, all the ancestral witches could not help but frown, but no one went up to persuade them. Everyone could see that the two of them were obviously on the verge of breaking out. It's oily.

Seeing that the two were about to walk out of the hall, Houtu, who had been closing her eyes to meditate while they were arguing, suddenly opened her eyes, and as she opened them, a huge and heavy breath suddenly The entire Ancestral Witch Hall was filled within a short time, and what was even more incredible was that Houtu's aura actually suppressed the aura of Zhu Jiuyin and Dijiang.

Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help looking at Houtu who was sitting cross-legged. Even Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin stopped and looked at Houtu in surprise. An unusually ferocious prehistoric beast stared at the general closely, as if they would be fatally attacked if they dared to move.

Dijiang's originally ugly face became even more gloomy and terrifying this moment. He stared at Houtu and asked in a deep voice: "Sister Houtu, what do you mean? Is it possible that you want me too?" location?"

"Hehe! How dare you, little girl." Hou Tu looked at the other ancestor witches present, and said to Di Jiang with a smile, but just after he said these words, Tu's face suddenly turned cold: "You two have enough trouble No, today I will put down a sentence, you two go out of this ancestral witch temple and have a try, if you dare to take half a step, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people, if you think I am right for saying this Threat, you just give it a try, but don’t blame me for losing your own face when the time comes." As soon as Houtu’s voice fell to the ground, the original heavy momentum suddenly became violent, and the ancestors Wu felt as if he had been buried alive, and his chest was so pressed that he couldn't breathe.

"Hmph!" Di Jiang was about to say something when he suddenly felt as if someone had punched him hard in the chest. Hou Tu, who was supposed to be weaker than himself, couldn't figure out why her cultivation base was so high, she was two or three times stronger than them.

"Sister Houtu, hurry up and take back your arrogance! My little sister is almost out of breath." At this time, Xuan Ming, who was the weakest among the twelve ancestor witches, suddenly begged Houtu with a pale face.

Hou Tu heard Xuan Ming's words, saw her uncomfortable appearance, and sighed secretly that he was really dizzy, and actually forgot that his sister's cultivation was the weakest among them, how could he resist him for so long Hou Tu quickly withdrew his aura, pulled Xuan Ming who was on the side into his arms, and said to Xuan Ming with an apologetic expression: "Sister, I'm sorry! Sister forgot your cultivation and I can't resist it!" .”

"It's all right, sister, I don't blame you, don't you want us twelve brothers and sisters to have conflicts? Hee hee! But sister, when did you become so powerful, you didn't even tell little sister?" Xuan Ming laughed asked Houtu, the other ancestral witches also listened attentively to Houtu's answer, obviously they were all concerned about this question.

"Hehe! Actually, it's nothing. Do you still remember that I once went to the Zixiao Palace on the 33rd floor and listened to Taoist Master Hongjun? The reason why I can cultivate so quickly is because of that chance "Houtu sighed softly and said: "Ah! It's a pity to say that people of the Wu clan don't cultivate the primordial spirit, so I don't understand a lot of Hongjun Dao. Seventy-eight out of ten, it would be good to have a real understanding of two percent." The expression on Houtu's face at this time was obviously regretful.

(End of this chapter)