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

"What a powerful force, this is Taiyi Golden Immortal!"

Zhao Gongming jumped out of the Pangu blood pool with a look of surprise on his face.

In the golden fairyland, the five qi are in full swing and the life span is endless.

Taiyi Golden Immortal, condensed with the three flowers on the top, can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

It has the power to crush monks below the Golden Immortal level.

If Zhao Gongming were allowed to fight Kunpeng's son again.

It doesn't have to be that strenuous at all, it can be killed in three or two strokes without any effort.

"Buzz!"

At this time, at the entrance of Pangu Blood Pond, the ground shook slowly, and then the stone wall moved and sank into the ground.

Ancestral Witch Dijiang was in front, and Ancestral Witch Houtu was beside him, and they walked in slowly.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Gongming for attaining the status of Taiyi Golden Immortal."

Di Jiang walked over with a smile on his face. When he saw the Pangu blood pool that had shrunk by more than half, he was stunned.

The Pangu Blood Pool was formed by their ancestral witches pulling the essence of the blood pool from deep in Buzhou Mountain.

Once filled, it can be used about ten times.

But this time they didn't fill it up until Zhao Gongming went in.

In just ten years, it has shrunk by more than two-thirds.

What this means is that by practicing alone, Zhao Gongming has used up six or seven opportunities for the Wu clan to break through.

Di Jiang only felt his heart aching for a while, that was the extremely precious Pangu blood.

"Master Zuwu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Gongming asked with a strange look on his face. Di Jiang's expression just now was like that of a person who has been constipated for a week, extremely ugly.

"nothing."

Di Jiang reluctantly smiled at Zhao Gongming, "How does it feel, fellow Taoist, to practice in the Pangu blood pool of my witch clan?"

Zhao Gongming gave a thumbs up, "I can't say the effect, but it's a pity that ten years is too short. It would be great if it could be longer."

An awkward smile appeared on Di Jiang's face. After ten years of training, he had used so much Pangu blood energy.

If you are allowed to practice for a few more years, wouldn't the Witch Clan be bankrupt?

Di Jiang coughed a few times and said, "Sister Houtu, I have something else to do, and I will leave it to you to arrange it, fellow Taoist Gongming."

"Brother, don't worry and go about your business."

Di Jiang nodded and left with bold steps.

Hou Tu smiled at Zhao Gongming.

"Since Taoist friend has come to Buzhou Mountain, our Wu clan can be regarded as the host. Why don't you, Taoist friend, stay with our Wu clan for a few more days?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Zu Wu, but the ancient wilderness has infinite scenery, and Gongming still wants to travel around the ancient wilderness."

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment and still refused.

What is he, the first disciple of the Qing Dynasty, doing in the Wu clan?

It would be bad if the demon clan thought this was a signal for the Kunlun Three Purities to join the Wu clan.

After hearing this, Hou Tu showed some regret on her face. She looked at Zhao Gongming, her beautiful eyes surging.

After thinking for a moment, he cut his finger and forced out three drops of golden blood.

This is different from the blood that opened the Pangu blood pool before. This is the essence blood of the ancestral witch, a supreme treasure for body refining, and has a great effect on Daluo Jinxian.

"This is."

Zhao Gongming was a little surprised.

Hou Tu smiled slightly, looking even more beautiful and charming.

"You have helped our Witch Clan perfect the Pangu Body Refining Technique and have been a great favor to our Witch Clan. Please accept these three drops of blood essence."

"Thank you so much, Master Zuwu."

Seeing that Hou Tu was very sincere, Zhao Gongming accepted it without hesitation.

"You have just come out of seclusion, why don't I take you to visit the various tribes of my Wu Clan and then send you away?"

Hou Tu said again.

This time Zhao Gongming did not refuse. He was actually very curious about the Wu Clan.

Next, under the leadership of Hou Tu, Zhao Gongming spent half a month touring the entire Wu clan, which opened his eyes.

There are twelve ancestral witches in the witch clan, and there are also twelve tribes, and each ancestral witch manages one.

The twelve largest witch tribes are all different from each other, and the two tribes that impressed Zhao Gongming the most.

One is the tribe of Wu Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, and the other is the tribe where Hou Tu belongs.

Everyone in the Zhurong tribe is a muscular man with a simple mind, well-developed limbs and a hot temper.

A word or a wrong word can lead to a fight, making him the most violent witch clan.

The Wu tribe members of the Houtu tribe are exactly the opposite.

Everyone is very gentle, polite and hospitable.

There is no reckless, fiery, or warlike temper like other tribesmen.

The most important thing is that the Houtu tribe is the cleanest and spotless.

All the tribesmen collected stones from Buzhou Mountain and built stone houses one after another, which are strong, durable, and very clean and refreshing.

Half a month later, Zhao Gongming took the little black tiger with him and said goodbye to Houtu.

When saying goodbye, Hou Tu also gave him a lot of top-quality fairy grass, spiritual roots, and elixirs.

They can all be used directly as raw materials for refining the Nine Turns Golden Pill.

After leaving Buzhou Mountain, Zhao Gongming gained a lot and continued to travel through the wilderness with Little Black Tiger.

On this day, Zhao Gongming and Xiao Heihu came to a famous mountain and river.

I saw beautiful scenery in front of me, with rolling mountains, lush greenery, and strong aura.

Zhao Gongming was about to go in with Xiao Heihu to see what was going on.

There happened to be a noise and a chase coming to my ears.

Zhao Gongming had an idea and pulled the little black tiger to hide his breath.

After a while, I saw a thin little monkey running out of the forest.

In his hand, he also held a three-inch tall fairy grass with crystal green branches and leaves.

The monkey was very strange. It had six ears and an aura. It was probably around the peak of an Earth Immortal.

"Could this be Liu Er Macaque?"

Zhao Gongming's heart moved, and he gradually had a guess.

"Liu Er, you are so brave, you still want to run?"

"Hmph, run, can you run away?"

"Why don't you give up the fairy grass quickly? I'm in a good mood, maybe I can give you a leaf to taste."

"Hmph, the Taoist said that the law is not passed on to Liu Er, you just accept your fate, don't think about practicing."

Behind the little monkey, three burly men chased out.

Each of the big men was surrounded by a strong demonic aura, and the aura on his body was probably around the peak of the celestial immortal.

The characteristics of tigers, wolves, and bears were faintly revealed on his body.

Obviously, this is a tiger spirit, a bear spirit, and a wolf spirit.

The little monkey saw that the three big demons chased out so quickly, and despair flashed on his face.

The three demons saw the desperate expression on the little monkey's face, and they became more excited, and pushed the little monkey into the corner step by step.

They stared at the three-inch fairy grass in the little monkey's hand and licked their lips.

"Six ears, hand over the magic grass now, and we will spare you, otherwise, hehe."

The three demons' cultivation is far superior to that of the little monkey. Just the powerful demon power makes the little monkey unable to resist.

"This is the magic grass I picked. Even if I throw it away or feed it to dogs, I will never give it to you."

The little monkey glared at the three demons, grabbed the magic grass, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

"Hey, I have a bad temper, Xiao Liu'er, you are not willing to drink the wine."

"You are looking for death!"

"Dare to eat our magic grass, let you taste the fist of Lord Tiger."

The three demons were immediately enraged by the little monkey's behavior.

Gently rubbing their fists, they rushed up and started punching and kicking the little monkey.