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Gonggong watched their brothers appear, and could no longer contain the emotions in his heart, and a wisp of hot tears naturally flowed out of his eyes.

Looking at them, I remembered the years when they used to be in the wild.

He has been suppressed in Beihai Haiyan for so many years, thinking about them every day, and recalling their glorious days all the time.

The same is true for Zhu Jiuyin.

At this time, their inner emotions were uncontrollable. They did not expect that Zhutian City would really bring all their ten brothers and sisters who had passed away countless years before their eyes.

It's just that they haven't fully woken up yet.

"Lord City Lord, I wonder when my ten brothers will be able to return to normal?"

Gong Gong slightly eased the emotions in his heart, looked up at Bai Ye in the air and asked.

Bai Ye said indifferently, "It won't be long before they wake up." Nai.

Chapter [-]: Gratitude from the ancestors

As Bai Ye's voice fell, a line of majestic energy like a galaxy came through the gate of time and space, and that was the massive amount of energy lost by the twelve ancestors in the past!

The essence of Wang Yanghai was wrapped in the chaotic immortal light of Zhutian City, and all came across time and space, like a water column, submerged in the bodies of the twelve ancestral witches.

A large amount of essence was continuously injected into the body of the Twelve Ancestral Witch, and it was continuous.

The energy of different attributes exudes different fairy lights, and the twelve ancestors are constantly surging and surging, like energy tides, sweeping through the sky, forming energy cyclones.

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At this time, the blood in their bodies could be heard flowing, rushing like a river.

Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin stared at the ten brothers and sisters in front of them, keeping an eye on their situation without blinking.

They can clearly feel that the vitality of their ten brothers and sisters is gradually recovering, and the power of witchcraft is constantly awakening.

"Wake up!"

When all the energy fell into their bodies, Bai Ye spoke quietly, like the sound of thunder in the city of the heavens.

At this moment, the twelve ancestor witches who stood motionless in the void opened their eyes one after another.

Such as the sudden bloom of the sun, one after another burst of energy, constantly oscillating in the void.

Di Jiang, Zhu Rong... Hou Tu, Tian Wu... Xuan Ming... She Bi Zhe, they all regained consciousness, their dazzling eyes wandered around, looking at the entire Zhutian City, their faces were a little dazed.

"Where is this place?"

"Aren't we all dead?"

"How would it appear here?"

"Why can't I feel the breath of the prehistoric world here? Did we leave the prehistoric world after we died?"

The ten ancestral witches looked at each other and whispered blankly. They were all sure that they were all dead, and their minds still had the memories of when they died in battle.

But why did they suddenly appear in this strange place?Are they not dead yet?

Just when the minds of the ten ancestor witches were a little confused, the voice of Gonggong suddenly came.

"Brother, great, you are resurrected!"

Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin saw that all their 10 brothers and sisters had woken up, and said excitedly.

At this time, Di Jiang and other ancestor witches also noticed Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin.

"Gonggong, Jiuyin, why are you here? You said we were resurrected? Who resurrected us?"

Di Jiang and the ten ancestor witches towered into the clouds, and spoke to Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin. Although his voice was very light, it still exploded in the sky like rolling thunder.

The clouds in all directions were scattered.

The ten ancestral witches noticed that there were still many living beings in the city of the heavens, and seemed to realize that their bodies were too large.

The ten ancestral witches came to Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin. Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin excitedly hugged the ten brothers and sisters one by one, and their tears almost couldn't help flowing out.

After the twelve ancestral witches chatted for a while, Di Jiang suddenly returned to the topic, he turned to Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin with a serious face and asked, "Just now you said that someone resurrected us, it is from the prehistoric world. Which almighty can have such a great ability to reach the sky and resurrect us together, even a saint can't do it, isn't it because Hongjun Daozu made a move?"

Following Di Jiang's question, the other Ancestral Witches also looked at Gongzhu Jiuyin.

They were also very curious as to who had the ability to resurrect ten of them. Logically speaking, no one should be able to resurrect them.

Even if someone had the ability to resurrect them, they wouldn't do it.

Because before they died in battle, they all understood a truth, their Wu clan was not the protagonist of the world.

They are belligerent by nature, do not cultivate the primordial spirit, do not understand the secrets of heaven, and have brought great damage to the prehistoric world. The most important thing is that the Wu clan do not respect anyone, they only respect the great god Pangu!

They all hope to follow the great god Pangu, and they all have an aura that I am invincible. Such a race of heaven will not make them the protagonists of heaven and earth.

Their Wu clan was born only as a transitional race in the prehistoric world under the Dao of Heaven, which means that the destruction of their Wu clan is also the meaning of the Dao of Heaven. Who in the prehistoric world can act against the Dao of Heaven?

Not even Hongjun Daozu............

"It's not the great power of any prehistoric world, nor the ancestor of Hongjun, but the Lord of Zhutian City resurrected you!"

Gonggong and Zhu Jiuyin slowly calmed down, and Gonggong answered.

Gonggong's answer made Di Jiang and other ancestors a little confused.

They all frowned.