Protect the last bits of earth left behind.

The monster army came, and one of the three corpses who escorted the saint also came.

The Eleventh Patriarchal Witch also dropped everything and hurried to the Nether Blood Sea.

Everyone is fighting for life and death.

Either snatching or snatching, or protection.

There are so many people in this world.

Only Chen Changsheng and the Eleventh Ancestral Witch were really for Houtu.

Just when they were about to fight to the end for Houtu.

But did not expect.

Between heaven and earth, a group of meritorious power appeared again.

The back soil is reborn!

Chen Changsheng and the Eleventh Ancestral Witch were very excited and were about to rush over to take a good look.

But the man said a word.

"I am calm, I have met all fellow Taoists."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

There was bitterness on Chen Changsheng's face, and the Eleventh Patriarchal Witch also stopped in his tracks.

What is in front of me is not the ancestor witch of Houtu.

But Empress Pingxin.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure in the sky.

But a little at a loss.

"Lady girl."

"What are you talking about, you are our younger sister Houtu!"

Zhu Rong Zuwu roared vigorously, his face full of panic.

The other ancestral witches also shouted.

"Background!"

"younger sister!"

"Don't worry, we are here and we can protect you."

"No matter what happens, you are our younger sister!"

Empress Pingxin shook her head lightly.

"Fellow daoists are mistaken, my name is Pingxin."

"It's this reincarnation."

Later, the body of the earth turned into reincarnation, and the reincarnation turned into peace.

There is a huge gap in this.

Peace of mind is not back soil.

Even the most important real body of the ancestral witch, Pan Gu's bloodline, has disappeared.

How could Pingxin be the descendant of the ancestral witch?

Chen Changsheng shook his head with a wry smile, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The back soil has indeed fallen.

There is one more peace of mind in the world.

The Eleventh Patriarch Witch was also stunned.

It is absolutely impossible for Houtu to reject them so coldly, that is to say.

The person in front of you is really not the back soil.

"Damn!"

"I don't care if you are calm or Houtu!"

"The book of life and death is mine!"

Amitabha flew over again, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body.

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He rushed towards the book of life and death aggressively.

The strength of the three corpses has surpassed the quasi-sage realm.

Even stronger than the half-step saint Di Jun.

No matter what happens in the back soil.

He can definitely grab the book of life and death!

"roll!"

There was no expression on Pingxin's face, just a soft yell.

Boom!

Drops of golden blood suddenly fell in the sky.

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That's the blood of the saint's three corpses.

Amitabha had no power to fight back at all, and flew upside down again.

Patriarch Minghe's eyes lit up, and he quickly put away the golden blood.

Ping Xin remained expressionless.

"I am peace of mind, this is the place of reincarnation."

"It's my dojo."

"Whoever dares to harbor evil intentions will be killed without mercy!"

All the rogues suddenly felt a terrifying chill and couldn't help taking a step back.

There was great panic in my heart.

Ping Xin is simply too domineering.

Even the three saints couldn't catch her move, let alone the others.

Not to mention.

There are also Human Emperor Chen Changsheng and the Eleventh Ancestral Witch.

Even if the saint came in person, he might not be able to please him.

Dijiang Zuwu immediately stood up and scanned the audience viciously.

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"It doesn't matter if it's Houtu or Pingxin."

"We will protect you."

"Whoever dares to make trouble will become the mortal enemy of the Wu Clan!"

"Never die!"

People were taken aback again.

The witch race is one of the top races in the prehistoric world.

If he is listed as a mortal enemy by the Wu Clan, he will definitely be hunted down crazily.

No matter how much the price is paid, the Wu Clan will definitely destroy the mortal enemy!

Ancestor Minghe was afraid for a while.

Fortunately, his "[-]" did not always oppose Houtu, otherwise at this time, he would also be hated by the witch clan.

Although the eleventh ancestor witch may not be able to kill him.

But it will definitely not be merciless.

Plus Chen Changsheng.

Styx had no doubt that this team could even fight against a saint.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces turned pale.

Originally, their side had the highest strength.

In the end, he met Chen Changsheng, a lunatic.

Desperately blocked.

It was dragged abruptly until Amitabha appeared, and until the eleventh ancestor witch appeared.

Now, even Houtu is resurrected.

The two scoffed at Houtu's words.

What a peace of mind.

The other party still looks like Houtu, has the memory of Houtu, and is still thinking about the witch clan.

She is the back soil!

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