Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "My nephew really has a wish."

"Just say it."

"My nephew wants to enter the Pangu Blood Pool again."

Pangu's blood pool contains weak Pangu's heart blood, which is extremely powerful.

Zhao Gongming no longer needs to understand the laws, and his physical body has also been polished to the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. He plans to use the power of Pangu Blood Pool to break through the shackles of the physical body, and then make breakthroughs in the laws, thus laying the foundation for infinity. Go to the foundation.

"Okay, please wait here for a moment, I'll go talk to your brothers right now."

Hou Tu said a word and flew out in a hurry.

Zhao Gongming waited for about a quarter of an hour before Hou Tu flew back, but there was a hint of loneliness on his face.

"Uncle Master, what's going on, but I didn't apply for the blood pool?"

Zhao Gongming was a little surprised. No matter what Hou Tu said, he was one of the twelve ancestral witches. He should not have the authority to use the Pangu blood pool.

"Pangu Blood Pond is open to Taoist friends at any time, but my brothers are now focused on the war with the demon clan and are not willing to spend time on the two things my nephew said."

Hou Tu exhaled a breath of turbid air, his brothers were so stupid.

With the return of the Six Saints, the two Lich clans are still unaware of the impending disaster. If this continues, what will happen to the hundreds of millions of powerful men in the Lich clan?

Seeing this, Zhao Gongming sighed, fully understanding Hou Tu's mood.

It's like knowing that the train will end at a cliff, but you still have to get on the train.

He said calmly, "Uncle Houtu, there is no need to be too pessimistic. Do your best and obey fate. Master Houtu has done what he can. The rest depends on the fortune of the witch clan."

"Do your best and obey destiny"

After hearing this, Hou Tu seemed to look away, exhaled a filthy breath, and asked.

"Pangu Blood Pool is open to my nephew at any time. I don't know when my nephew plans to enter, so I can prepare it in advance."

"In a year."

Zhao Gongming will strive to improve himself to his peak state within one year.

"good."

Hou Tu nodded deeply, and then went out impatiently, summoned the people of the Tu tribe, and started taking action.

Just like Zhao Gongming said, do your best and obey fate. Since the brothers are unwilling to do it, she can do it herself. At least it can bring a glimmer of light and hope to the future of the Wu clan.

There are not many Wu Clan members, probably only over 100 million people.

Each of the twelve ancestral witch tribes has about ten million people.

Among them, most of them are people who are under the Great Witch, that is, under the Great Luo Jinxian.

At Hou Tu's order, they began to act quickly.

With Buzhou Mountain as the center, the spiritual veins damaged by the lich war were repaired.

Their method of repair was very simple. They straightened the broken and twisted spiritual veins directly with pure power.

Buzhou Shan, the ancestor of the prehistoric spiritual veins, as long as his spiritual veins are connected, he will naturally recover as before under the wash of infinite innate spiritual energy.

While the Houtu tribe was taking action, Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire in Buzhou Mountain and Pangu Hall, said angrily.

"Brother, the Six Saints Enlightenment, what we have to do now is to seize the time, defeat the demon clan, and unify the ancient world. Sister Houtu has to use a lot of manpower and material resources to sort out the earth's veins. I really don't know what he thinks."

"Yes, big brother, the battle with the demon clan is the top priority. Sister Houtu goes to sort out the ancient earth's bloodline instead of doing business. It is a disgrace to our witch clan."

Wu Shebishi, the ancestor of poison, echoed behind Zhu Rong.

"That's right, that's right. Then Zhao Gongming is not from my Wu Clan. Why did he enter my Pangu Blood Pool? Brother, it's all because you dote on the Houtu girl too much."

Wu Ping, the ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, received Zhu Rong, She Bi Shi chattered endlessly, and quickly added a sentence.

"You all should stop saying a word!"

Di Jiang glared at the ancestral wizards and then fell silent. Pangu Hall fell into an eerie silence again.

The other ancestral witches were also silent. Although the witch clan did not have a soul, they were not fools. They were proud of being of Pangu bloodline.

Maybe what Houtu sister said is not unreasonable, but now, the entire Wu clan is like a precision machine running at high speed. It wants to stop, but it can no longer stop!

Put yourself to death and survive, maybe as long as you defeat the demon clan, everything will be fine, right?

Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about what Miss Houtu does. You just have to do your own thing. As for Zhao Gongming entering the Pangu Blood Pond, I personally gave my permission, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Right now, there is only one thing you have to do, accumulate strength and foundation, and one day in the future, blow the demon clan's head to pieces!"

"Yes, brother."

All the ancestor witches said in unison. Obviously, they were still convinced of Di Jiang.

After the ancestral witches left Pangu Hall, Di Jiang's expression became very complicated.

"Disciple of the Saint, Chief Shangqing, and Disciple of Jie Jiao, I hope that in the future, you can help my Wu Clan."

Di Jiang shook his head, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and what came back was incomparable determination!

Pangu’s orthodoxy, the witch clan’s orthodoxy, will never fail!

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Gongming absorbed the power of heaven and earth in Houtu Dojo and adjusted his condition to its peak.

On the top of the sky, the earth, and the three flowers of human beings are looming, extremely round and full to the extreme, as if they are about to burst in the next moment.

Drinking the Enlightenment Tea Tree and eating the Pantao Fruit all day long made Zhao Gongming's sedimentation become extremely rich.

Under the leadership of Hou Tu, Zhao Gongming soon walked into the depths of Buzhou Mountain.

This is a field that only the Great Witch, that is, the Witch Clan above the Golden Immortal, can set foot in.

The Pangu Blood Pool here can only be entered by the Witch Clan above the Great Witch.

Opening the door of the Pangu Blood Pool, a heavy force rushed in, as if there was an ancient god and demon practicing in it, and the vast blood and qi power directly submerged Zhao Gongming.

Hou Tu reminded, "Daoyou, go in. This time, there is no time limit. You can stay as long as you want."

"Okay, thank you."

Zhao Gongming nodded and walked into the Pangu Blood Pool.

Outside, Zhao Gongming has already been under great pressure, and there is no need to say more inside!

I saw a huge blood pool with no end in sight, which was so wide and long that I didn't know how wide it was.

The blood pool seemed to be boiled by a fierce fire, bubbling.

The rich blood power almost turned into substance, condensing into countless blood dragons in the air, floating unconsciously.

In addition to the vast, almost endless blood power, Zhao Gongming also faintly sensed a faint immortal charm from the blood.

This was something Zhao Gongming didn't have when he first entered the blood pool. Zhao Gongming guessed that this should be the power of Pangu's heart blood!

A drop of blood essence that has been diluted countless times can have such great energy. It is hard to imagine how powerful Pangu is!