Great Antiquity: Opening Projection Saint Talent

"This is"

Tongtian's eyes suddenly froze, looking at the three Yunxiao people today, as well as Xi and Changxi.

Compared with the past, these five people are completely different.

The whole body is lingering with infinite Dao Yun, the aura of the Dao is permeating, the breath is extraordinary, and its heels and feet are extremely deep.

"There have been so many amazing transformations." "No dust, what happened?"

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the Taoist Receiver and asked.

"Occasionally, there was a chance, and a little transformation happened.

Jiang Wuchen smiled lightly and said casually. "What an opportunity this is"

Yuan Shi's eyes flashed brightly. If his disciples can get this chance, they will have a great chance to prove it in the future.

Dao Hunyuan.

It's just that Jiang Wuchen didn't elaborate, and they couldn't continue to ask questions.

Jiang Wuchen only said that the chance was gone, leaving the saints speechless.

Then several great saints left the Holy Sword Court with doubts.

However, he was still thinking about it in his heart.

After all, even the heels and feet can be transformed and sublimated to such extremes. This kind of great opportunity is what every Taoist lineage wants.

The Great Church of Saints is no exception.

Being interrupted by several saints like this, Jiang Wuchen gave up the idea of ​​continuing to practice and left the saint instead.

Sword Court, directly towards the underworld reincarnation.

In the reincarnation of the underworld, Jiang Wuchen's figure slowly appeared.

"Kaidu pays homage to the dust-free saint."

A young man saluted respectfully and said in a deep voice.

"Kaido

Jiang Wuchen was stunned for a moment, the name Kaidu will be famous in the future.

In the underworld, except for Houtu, this Kaidu is in charge of the entire underworld. "Friend Wuchen." "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hou Tu appeared in front of Jiang Wuchen and said softly.

Jiang Wuchen had promised to help the eleven ancestral witches come back to life.

Hou Tu has been waiting, waiting for Jiang Wuchen to come to find him.

Chapter 145: The Second World of Hunyuan! Projection Time and Space!

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Since the founding of Samsara, Houtu has been under house arrest in the underworld, unable to leave the underworld at all.

But the source of the law that Jiang Wuchen let Di Jiang and the others leave behind is still in her hands.

Since the fall of Gonggong, Houtu has not dared to act rashly, because she knew that this was the hope of Zuwu's resurrection.

see.

Jiang Wuchen looked at the back soil in front of him, showed a smile and said, "Since this is what the deity promised,

It will be done naturally!"

With that said, Jiang Wuchen glanced at the reincarnation of the underworld.

In today's underworld, there is already quite a weather.

A steady stream of heaven and earth true spirit wandering souls enter it, reincarnate in reincarnation, and give all living beings a chance of life.

As for the witches rescued by Houtu before, they did not stay in the underworld.

Instead, they each returned to the foot of Buzhou Mountain and continued to live.

Underworld reincarnation is not their destination.

Even if it is now withered, we must continue to stick to Buzhou Mountain. "Friend Wuchen, please."

Hou Tu invited Jiang Wuchen into the Reincarnation Taoist Palace.

In this reincarnation Taoist palace, there is the mystery of shielding the secrets of heaven, and it is the best chaotic spiritual treasure. Here

Nothing will be known.

Jiang Wuchen nodded, and then entered the Samsara Dao Palace with Hou Tu.

In the Taoist Palace of Reincarnation, the breath of endless reincarnation permeates, the avenues of charm flow, and there are even traces of it.

The wisps of Chaos Qi came out, which was extremely mysterious.

With a wave of the back soil sleeve robe, eleven strands of the origin of the Ancestral Witch Law appeared in front of him.

Looking at the origin of these ancestral witch laws, Hou Tu's face showed a bit of sadness.