Honghuang Mengniang Encyclopedia

Chapter 42 The Lost Treasure

After Sun Yuan blurted out these words, he felt something was wrong.

Is your tone too strong?
However, although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were startled, they did not refute, but lowered their heads together, as if they were dissatisfied and did not dare to contradict.

Seeing this, he said: "Pangu used his own power to open up the prehistoric world, to prove the Tao with his strength, to become a saint against the sky, and to transform into all things, what kind of merit is it? Is it just to let you compete with others for luck? You are also Pangu after all. How can you know how to fight and kill if you are formed by blood, don't you know how to appreciate the beautiful scene of the prehistoric?"

Even though he didn't believe what he said.

However, Sun Yuan did have some sincerity.

Later, the Wu Clan insisted on acting against the sky and started a decisive battle with the Yao Clan. As a result, the two clans merged in the Buzhou Mountain, and countless creatures were killed and injured. Collapse, everything is extinct...

Except for Houtu, none of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches came to a good end, almost all the supernatural beings among the demon clan were killed or injured, and only a few of the top ten demon gods escaped with their lives.

Seeing these twelve girls with such beautiful looks and pure eyes, Sun Yuan couldn't help but feel a little bit unbearable when he thought of their ending.

"But our Wu Clan is Pangu's orthodox, and we should be the masters of heaven and earth. Besides, even if our Wu Clan doesn't fight for the prehistoric luck, the Spirit Clan will come to us sooner or later. Now that our twelve sisters are united, there is no need to worry about it." , but when our races are born one by one in thousands of years, the descendants of the Wu Clan will be bullied by the Spirit Clan, how can we have the heart at that time... there will always be a big battle." Di Jiang said.

Even Houtu, the most benevolent of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, said: "Yes, if we can't even protect our own race, how can we have the face to face the Wu clan who will be born in the future..."

Sun Yuan was taken aback, didn't this witch clan only have twelve ancestor witches?

But if you think about it carefully, it is true.

The future Dayi, Kuafu, Xing Tian, ​​and Chi You couldn't possibly be born of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches...

This Wushan Mountain stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and there must be Pangu's bloodline, but these bloodlines are extremely thin, and can only be called the bloodline of the great witch, not the bloodline of the ancestor witch. Most of these have not yet been born, and I am afraid they are all from the future A member of the witch clan.

Sun Yuan shook his head helplessly.

I am still too naive, relying on myself, I really may not be able to reverse the general trend of the world and change the future Lich's calamity.

Even if the Wu Clan agreed to a truce, whether Dijun and Donghuang would agree is another matter... Forget it, just like Hongjun's little loli said, everything has its own definite number.

"Anyway, now is not the time."

Although he had given up on persuading the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Sun Yuan still said: "The prehistoric spirit clan is now in great prosperity, and the leaders of the three clans are all at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, and they can break through to the quasi-sage at any time. If I guess correctly, you twelve If so, maybe even Da Luo Jinxian is not, relying on the thirteen of us alone, maybe the Spirit Race doesn't need to mobilize all forces, just send a few Da Luo Jinxians at random, and Pangu's bloodline will be cut off."

Now that he knew that the twelve ancestral witches did not recognize Pangu but himself, Sun Yuan didn't bother to pretend to imitate Hongjun's little Lolita's tone of voice.

"However, as long as there is a god leading..." What else did Di Jiang say.

Sun Yuan interrupted her and said, "Since you recognize me as Zunshen, you should obey Zunshen's leadership, right?"

"This...naturally."

"Then, let me say now, you wait for the Wu Clan to work hard to improve your cultivation, and rest in peace for ten thousand years without causing trouble. As for the Primordial Spirit Clan, when their luck is exhausted, they will naturally kill themselves, not me now Take you to destroy them."

"This……"

Sun Yuan's face darkened, and he said, "If you don't listen to me, then don't regard me as a god, I'll leave here now!"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the twelve girls all looked at each other in dismay, without speaking for a moment.

But what Sun Yuan thought in his heart was: You must not agree, so that I can leave directly.

To Sun Yuan's disappointment, after a period of contemplation, Di Jiang still said:

"Okay! Since Zunshen insists on this, there must be other arrangements. Our twelve ancestor witches will always obey Zunshen's orders! Zunshen will enjoy the blessings forever, and live as long as the sky!"

"Respect the gods and enjoy the blessings forever, and live as long as the sky!"

The twelve ancestral witch sisters said in unison.

sweat……

Why do you feel so embarrassed.

It was as if he had become the leader of a certain religion.

"Everyone doesn't need to be so formal." Sun Yuan wiped off his cold sweat, and suddenly remembered an important thing: "By the way, everyone, has anyone seen such a long sword with purple air flowing around it? ..." He gestured with his hands for a long time, and after explaining clearly what the Zixiao Sword is, he described the Chaos Orb.

Although he said that he now has a body, he is the weapon spirit of the Zixiao Sword.

Hongjun said that the Zixiao Sword is necessary for him to become a saint, because Sun Yuan's Nascent Soul was born from it, and there is no second innate treasure that is more suitable for beheading three corpses than the Zixiao Sword.

As for the Chaos Orb, it was the Supreme Treasure of Chaos that Hongjun lent him.

There is only one Supreme Spirit Treasure in the entire prehistoric world.

"Sword...beads..."

However, a bit of bewilderment appeared in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The twelve girls looked at each other, Qiangliang clapped her hands and said, "Hey! The gods are asking you a few questions. Has anyone seen the Wisdom Elimination Sword or the Bastard Bead!"

Sister Tian Wu narrowed her eyes, which were not that big, and said, "I didn't see the bastard beads, but the bastard saw one."

"where is it?"

o (╥﹏╥) o
Sun Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears.

That's the only one supreme bastard in the whole prehistoric world!
Damn, let yourself get lost...

Miss Lolita, you shouldn't kill me...

These bastards are still in the mood to joke!

"Heheheheheheheh……"

Sun Yuan smirked a little deliriously.

"Zun, Zunshen, are you okay?" Sister Zhu Rong looked at Sun Yuan nervously.

"Isn't Zunshen confused, why don't I put some water on him to wake him up?" Gonggong girl looked eager to try.

"stop!"

Sun Yuan hastily stopped Gong Gong's sister.

With the IQ of these girls, maybe they can really do it.

"What difficulties did Zunshen encounter? Why don't you tell us to deal with it together?" Hou Tu girl asked.

Great, finally there is the only one with an online IQ.

Sun Yuan helped his forehead.

After a long while, he suddenly asked: "By the way, have you seen two young girls wearing skirts and wearing Tai Chi jade stones, they probably look like this..." He gestured and described Fuxi and Sister Fu. The appearance of Nuwa's sister.

My own deduction skills are half-baked, and I just got a new body, so it is difficult to calculate the Zixiao sword with the power of Yuanying, but if it is Fuxi's sister, maybe it can be done!
(End of this chapter)