Great Antiquity: I Created the Twelve Ancestral Witch of the Devil's Edition

Houtu was the second guest, and Wang Xuan didn't want to miss it.

And the back soil is still a young lady.

"Take the tattoo first, if you are satisfied, then pay for the treasure. If you are not satisfied, you will not take a penny."

"There is a fellow Daoist Lao." Hou Tu was moved and sat down.

"What do fellow Daoists want to tattoo?"

"Hou Yi's tattoo is that of fellow Taoists, and mine is also decided by fellow Taoists."

Wang Xuan: "..."

He was lost in thought.

Miss Houtu's tattoo must be arranged to your satisfaction.

She is an ancestral witch, and she is satisfied with the waiter, so she can bring other ancestral witches to tattoo.

"Flowers and butterflies are too vulgar and not suitable for the back soil. Second Master Guan and divine beasts are not suitable."

Wang Xuan's sea of ​​​​knowledge flashed one pattern after another, and one by one denied it.

"The back soil is the ancestor witch of the soil, it's better to..."

Wang Xuan turned his head, his eyes passed through the Daowen Palace, and he looked at Buzhou Mountain, which was majestic and steep not far away, straight into the sky.

"The ancestral witches respect Pangu as their godfather. If the Buzhou Mountain pattern is placed on the back of the back, she will definitely like it."

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a path of spiritual consciousness outlines the picture of Buzhou Mountain.

"Only Buzhou Mountain is too monotonous. Buzhou Mountain is the pillar of heaven and earth. It runs through the three realms and can be divided into three sections.

The middle section fills up the mountains and plains, alluding to the identity of the ancestor witch of the earth.

The upper section is tattooed on the Thirty-sixth Heaven of Heaven.

The following paragraph... Houtushe incarnates in the underworld, and can tattoo the eighteen layers of hell in the underworld, the Ten Halls of Yama, Fengdu Mountain, the Yellow Spring River, the Naihe Bridge, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation. "

Divine Consciousness is modified and modified, a little bit enriched and perfected.

Wang Xuan took the paint, took the tattoo pen, and painted Buzhou Mountain along the spine of the back soil according to the pattern in the consciousness.

The hand is lightly placed on the back of the soil, the skin is moist and firm, and the majestic magic power accumulated under the skin can be felt.

So slippery.

The back soil seemed to be struck by lightning, and his body trembled slightly.

Cheeks were already flushed.

From her birth to the present, it was the first time she had been touched by a creature other than the Ancestral Witch.

The tattoo pen lightly punctured the back of the back soil.

The little ripples in Houtu's heart were replaced by shock.

"He broke my Ancestral Witch's body so easily! His realm is by no means the superficial Xuanxian, but the Daluo Jinxian Great Perfection.

The unremarkable thorn in his hand is at least a top-quality innate spiritual treasure! "

Wang Xuan focused on the tattoo, gradually forgetting the smooth skin of the back soil, and only the perfect pattern was slowly perfected in his eyes.

Chapter 5 Houtu controls Buzhou Mountain and realizes Pangu's will

Hou Tu is the ancestor witch, taller than Hou Yi.

Extending the back soil spine, the tattoo covering the entire back is a big project that cannot be completed overnight.

The sun shines into the Daowen Palace, and then drills out.

If so ten times.

The back soil felt that the tattoo pen tapped the shaman body, Wang Xuan's fingers stroked his skin lightly or heavily, and the air he exhaled hit his back lightly. There were no ripples in his heart, he just felt admiration.

For more than ten days, Wang Xuan has been non-stop and focused.

Hou Tu was unknowingly infected by Wang Xuan, so he let go of the precautions in his heart.

Wang Xuan tapped another stroke, took a few steps back, and examined the entire pattern.

After a while, he said with satisfaction: "It's finally finished, I'm exhausted."

He pushed the mirror and let Hou Tu watch the tattoo on his back, then turned to ask Hou Yi, "What do you think?"

Hou Yi was already dumbfounded, shocked by the mighty Buzhoushan tattoo.

Hou Tu looked at the tattoo in the mirror, surprised and delighted.

"Buzhou Mountain!"

"Well, are you satisfied?"

Just as Wang Xuan thought, Houtu nodded repeatedly and said he was satisfied.

She looked obsessively at the tattoo.

In the middle of the pattern, Buzhou Peak stands upright, piercing the sky unyieldingly and straightly.

At the bottom of Buzhou Mountain, the colors are gloomy.Youluo Ghost Hall, eighteen levels of hell, etc. are all around, and rows of ghosts and ghosts are tried in the ghost hall and tortured in hell.

Around the middle of Buzhou Mountain, famous mountains and rivers tower into the sky.

There is a sense of the heaviness of the earth.

Buzhou Mountain passes through the sea of ​​clouds and penetrates into the heaven.

The heaven is shrouded in the boundless sea of ​​clouds, seemingly out of existence, looking down on the vast land, the underworld, and the mysterious incomparable.

Hou Tu asked curiously, "What do the bottom and top of Buzhou Mountain mean?"

"Uh, artistic processing."

The Hou Tu has not yet surrendered to the underworld, Wang Xuan is not easy to explain, and vaguely sneaks in.

Houtu did not ask any further questions, and did not believe what Wang Xuan said.

"He is Daluo Jinxian, and the tattoos he has tattooed must have deep meanings, but he didn't want to tell me clearly."

"If you are satisfied, fellow Daoist Houtu, remember to give a five-star evaluation."

It's not surprising that Hou Tu heard Hou Yi's five-star review.

"Okay, fellow Daoist has exhausted his efforts to tattoo me, and I will find an innate spiritual treasure for fellow Daoist."

"Xiantian Lingbao!"

Wang Xuan was overjoyed.

He is already a Xuanxian, and he does not have any spiritual treasures yet.

"There are fellow Taoists after labor."

Hou Tu was in a hurry to try the effect of the tattoo, bid farewell to Wang Xuan, and led Hou Yi away from the Taoist Palace.

As soon as he walked out of the Daowen Palace, Houtu's complexion changed.

Daowen Palace is within the range of Buzhou Mountain.

Hou Tu stood on the ground of Buzhou Mountain and found that he could clearly sense the entire Buzhou Mountain.

She could feel the weight of Buzhoushan, the rhythm of Buzhoushan, and the breath of Buzhoushan.

She even felt that she could mobilize all the power of Buzhou Mountain!

She felt that she was part of Buzhou Mountain.

No, Buzhoushan is part of her!

She also sensed a strong unyielding will in the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

"Father Pangu's will!"

Tears welled up in the back of the earth.

The Wu people revered Pangu as their godfather.

Hou Tu clearly sensed Buzhou Mountain and Pangu's will, and was very excited.

"Daoist friend Wang Xuan's tattoo makes me feel the will of the Father. It's incredible. This kindness must be repaid."

Hou Tuben wanted to find a middle-grade or low-grade Xiantian Lingbao for Wang Xuan.

Now, she has changed her mind.

At least one must find a high-grade congenital spiritual treasure as a thank-you gift.

"Hey, Buzhou Mountain has an innate spiritual root that is about to be born."

Houtu smiled, "Just to give it to Daoist Wang Xuan."

She turned her head and instructed Hou Yi, "You go back to the tribe first, and don't tell the other Wu clan about Wang Xuan and Daowen Palace for the time being."

Hou Yi took orders and left.

Hou Tu suddenly disappeared and appeared millions of miles away.

"I feel right, it really can mobilize the power of Buzhou Mountain."

Hou Tu controls the power of Buzhou Mountain and can appear anywhere in Buzhou Mountain at will.

In front of her, there is an innate formation.

The innate spiritual root that is about to be born is in the innate great formation.

"open……"

Hou Tu mobilized Bu Zhou Shan's mighty power again, and the Innate Great Array opened immediately.

Seven treasures of light burst into the air.

"The innate gourd vine has seven high-grade congenital spirit treasure-level gourds. All of them are given to Daoist Wang Xuan, he should be satisfied."

She reached out to get the innate gourd vine, and there were seven or eight shouts from the sky.

"stop……"