Honghuang: The opening system allows me to marry Nuwa

Chapter 92 I, Liu Ming, Have Been Hit by a Wall? !
But with what level of cultivation Nuwa is, even Liu Ming's voice is extremely soft, but Nuwa can hear it clearly!
"What did you say?"

An extremely powerful breath emanated from Saint Nuwa.

Even though Liu Ming had a body at the level of a Da Luo Jinxian at the moment, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Fog grass?

so cruel?
Liu Ming cursed inwardly, and said, "Ma'am, I'm just joking, do you think I'm the kind of person?"

"Isn't it?"

Nuwa sneered, and glanced up and down at Liu Ming.

"Let me tell you Liu Ming, as long as I am here, I will always be your Taoist companion!"

"Others, don't even think about it!"

Saying that, Nuwa bullied her.

Liu Ming took several steps back and leaned directly against the wall behind him.

Fog grass?

What is this woman up to?
Murder husband?

Several thoughts emerged from Liu Ming's mind.

The next moment, a warm touch came from his face.

Liu Ming only felt a buzzing in his mind.

When Liu Ming reflected again, Nuwa had disappeared.

I'm so meow!

Labor and management have been walled off!

Is there any reason for this!
Liu Ming was full of helplessness, when did this kind of thing turn around?
But don't say it, it feels good.

Liu Ming touched his face and smiled triumphantly.

The Great Desolate Continent.

Ever since Liu Ming left Wa Palace, he took Wu Wu and Wang Shu to the Great Desolate Continent to practice.

However, in just a hundred years, Liu Ming's cultivation has already broken through to the peak of Da Luo Jinxian!

Of course, all this is due to the bodhi seed and the nine-turn golden elixir obtained back then.

Right now, only one opportunity is needed to break through the quasi-sage, and it is just around the corner.

One day, Liu Ming, who was traveling in the Great Desolation, only felt the world tremble, as if the entire Great Desolation Continent was trembling.

Looking around, the source of the vibration was indeed Buzhou Mountain!

At this moment, on the top of Buzhou Mountain, the sun is shining brightly, and golden lotuses are gushing from the ground. The Three Thousand Ways evolve from it, and countless chaotic qi emerge from it, and even the majestic purple qi appears faintly.

An extremely powerful coercion is released from it, even a saint cannot compare with it.

Almost instantly, eight figures appeared in the void.

They are the eight saints in the prehistoric world.

Among them, Houtu's complexion is the most ugly.

They Wu Clan lived in Buzhou Mountain, and now Buzhou Mountain trembled violently, and many of their Wu Clan almost died.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that a strange treasure was born on the top of Buzhou Mountain!

In the whole world, the only thing that can alarm a saint is the treasure of chaos!

But what puzzled Hou Tu the most was that whether it was him or the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they only felt impetuous, as if there was a great opportunity waiting for them.

But this aura is so powerful that it is extremely difficult for even a saint to get close to the top of Buzhou Mountain!

The next moment, the aura intensified again, and all the saints in the void fell down at this moment!

Everyone, all fell to the bottom of Buzhou Mountain!
Only members of the Wu clan can resist this coercion.

But even if it is the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they can only be halfway up the mountain, unable to move an inch!
"Brother, what is going on?"

"We are saints, how can we not compare to the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

After trying for a long time, Zhunti also looked extremely unwilling.

The eight great saints fell at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and all their magic power was useless.

Even if they rely on their bodies to move forward, they can only fall behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Not to mention the rest.

At this moment, standing at the forefront is Houtu Ancestral Witch.

He was originally one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and a saint, so it can be said that he is the closest to the top of the mountain at this moment.

But even Houtu couldn't take half a step forward at this moment.

"Sister Houtu, this is definitely a relic left by the Father God to our ancestors!"

"That's right, sister Houtu, you are the only hopeful right now, hurry up and get the relic of God the Father!"

"Sister Houtu, with you here, it will be the day of revival for our witch clan!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches yelled after them, their faces full of joy.

At this moment, even those aloof saints cannot move forward behind them.

Coupled with the vague call from the top of the mountain, this is simply a great opportunity for their witch clan.

If they can get this opportunity, then Yaozu will only be their defeat!

Houtu's complexion turned extremely ugly. Although he wanted to move forward again, it was of no use at all.

"Tai Chi diagram!"

I saw Lao Tzu yell loudly, and the Taiji diagram flew out from the embroidered robe.

Taos of chaotic air fell from the top of his head, protecting Lao Tzu's whole body.

At this moment, Lao Tzu's whole body is light and agile, and he directly passed the Twelve Ancestral Witches and landed behind Houtu.

Cold sweat appeared on Lao Tzu's forehead, but he did not stop and walked forward step by step.

Every step left a three-foot-deep footprint on Buzhou Mountain.

Seeing that Lao Tzu was about to surpass Houtu, there were several bursts of shouting from behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Yu Ruyi!"

"Qingping Sword!"

"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!"

……

At this moment, the rest of the saints can be said to have shown their supernatural powers. They took out the companion treasures one after another, surpassed the twelve ancestor witches, and then walked forward slowly.

But at this moment, they are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from the top of Buzhou Mountain.

If it goes on like this, I am afraid that it will not take ten thousand years of effort to reach the top of the mountain at all.

Nu Wa, who was behind the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, shook her head slightly.

Among the several saints, her cultivation base is undoubtedly the weakest, even if she rushes out, she will not be able to persist until the end.

Immediately Nuwa turned around, intending to leave.

"Ma'am, let's see my husband get the treasure for you!"

A voice came, Nu Wa looked, it was Liu Ming.

"Liu Ming, don't push yourself too hard!"

Seeing Liu Ming who was rushing straight to the top of the mountain, Nu Wa hurriedly called out.

"There's something weird about Zhoushan, you should step back!"

Even a few saints are unable to move an inch under this coercion.

Not to mention that Liu Ming is just a big Luo Jinxian now.

Liu Ming smiled slightly, since he sensed the vision of Buzhou Mountain, he has rushed here non-stop.

The closer you get, the more you feel in your heart.

On the mountain, there is a great opportunity!
How could Liu Ming let go of such a great opportunity.

At this moment, an extremely profound aura emanated from Liu Ming's body, and the nine-turn Xuanyuan Kungfu was in full swing.

This Buzhou Mountain seemed to be very kind to the aura of the Nine-Turn Xuanyuan Gong, Liu Ming didn't expend much effort at all, and walked to the place where the Twelve Ancestral Witches were.

"Di Jun, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

"Zhu Rong, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

……

At this moment, the twelve ancestor witches saluted Liu Ming one after another, but Liu Ming also waved his hand and continued to move forward.

"Mist Grass? You are worthy of being the Great Master of the Wu Clan!"

"Isn't this too easy and casual?"

"My lord, it really is the descendant of God the Father!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witch looked enviously at Liu Ming passing by them.

Even they are exhausted here.

And what about Liu Ming?

Without kicking!

(End of this chapter)