The arrival of the Twelve Ancestral Witches directly interrupted Yang Chan and Fu Xi's retreat plan, and there were still many Damin people in Mindu City who wanted to be scattered to various cities.

Their cultivation is not high, and there is not much chance of surviving in this war, the Tianyuan Realm is not, but there are no six reincarnations, if they die, then they are really dead, and there is no possibility of survival.

These people are the future of the Daemin Dynasty, and they are the rising hopes, but they are a little out of time, and the chances of them surviving this war are too great.

Yang Chan felt unbearable in her heart.

"Taifu, all the people who have cultivated to the realm of saints are gathered in the palace, and with the protection of the palace's great array, their chances of survival will be much greater!" Yang Chan sighed softly, with deep helplessness in her voice.

Fu Xi nodded, and was about to turn around to do it, but he stopped again, hesitated for a moment and said, "Niangniang, now that you are the lord of Damin, you must not show the look you just now in front of the people!"

Yang Chan heard this, and smiled: "Don't worry, Taifu, this palace knows!"

Suddenly the decadence was swept away, and it was replaced by strong self-confidence.

"Taifu, pass the order, gather all the transcendent realms of Mindu and go to the north gate of Mindu with the main palace, and the main palace will meet these twelve so-called ancestral witches!"

Fu Xi's eyes lit up, and he didn't interfere with it, and directly commanded: "The old minister obeys the order!"

Mindu was hidden, Tianyuan was in turmoil, and in this violent storm whirlpool, Mindu was in the center of the storm.

Mindu North Gate.

The hidden array lingered with light, protecting the city of Mindu, and the twelve ancestors and witches hung in the air outside the city, extremely arrogant.

"Old man Fuxi, hurry up and get out, the scourge of the demon monk is dead and dead, you can't support this garbage dynasty!"

"Old Fuxi, take the mallet of Shennong and Gongsun Xuanyuan and hurry out and surrender, I will give you a whole corpse!"

"The people in the city are listening, Da Min's qi is exhausted, and those who help me and others who break the city will all reward the Heavenly Dao Palace with the opportunity to realize the Dao!"

Abuse and temptation coexist, these twelve ancestral witches don't even want to be cheeky, and their style of behavior is the same as that of a marketman.

When Yang Chan and Fu Xi came to the north gate of Mindu, they happened to hear Zhu Rong and Gonggong shouting at the mouth.

"This palace still thought that the ancestral witch who existed in ancient times was a virtue, but it turned out to be such a group of things that crawled out of a group of dung pits!" Yang Chan was pretty and cold, and she snorted coquettishly.

Gonggong saw through the formation that Fu Xi accompanied Yang Chan to the city gate, and after hearing Yang Chan's words, he suddenly became angry and said: "Motherfucker, is there no one in Damin? When will it be your turn to come out and fart!"

The king humiliated his ministers to death, and Fu Xi's face suddenly changed.

"Gonggong'er, this is a thousand years old the empress of the Damin Dynasty, you dare to spray feces, how can the old man stop!"

Gonggong was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect that the woman in front of him turned out to be Yang Chan, who turned out to be the queen of Damin, but after being stunned, there was a burst of laughter.

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit Damin Dynasty, but want a woman to support the scene here, if the deity would have been killed a long time ago, it would have saved it from being embarrassing!"

Fu Xi's face darkened, and his hands slowly raised.

With the lifting of this pair of somewhat thin hands, the entire large array of streamers flickered, and the array ripples, emitting a sky-high light, the light was brilliant, brilliant and beautiful.

But in this beautiful glow, the killing machine faintly appeared, deliberately condensed, and permeated the entire formation, blooming and disappearing in an instant.

"Qian is a horse, Kun is a cow, Zhen is a dragon, Xun is a chicken, Kan is a pig, Li is a pheasant, Gen is a dog, and Dui is a sheep!"

"You are waiting for something that is not as good as cattle and horses, and chickens and dogs are not as good as you!"

Fu Xi raised his breath and scolded loudly.

Gonggong and the rest of the ancestors just wanted to fight back, but they found that the scene in front of them suddenly changed, no longer a transparent array and a majestic city, but a strange light, turning into different animals.

These animals are exactly what Fu Xi just said.

"Old Fuxi, I really don't know whether to live or die!" Zhu Rong smiled, and suddenly there was a huge tripod in his hand, and the flames in the tripod were boiling: "Look at the deity to break your illusions!"

"Really?" Fu Xi's voice came from the strange sight that pervaded the air.

The collision between doubt and self-confidence, the contest between formation and supernatural powers.

There was a scorching glow in the glow, and the scorching light was red, red with purple in the red, as if it was about to evaporate the heavens and the earth.

But even though the flames were so powerful, they never took a single step forward in this strange animal mass.

"This is impossible!" Zhu Rong's face changed slightly, he didn't believe in the natal supernatural power he had cultivated, deterring the fire of Zhu Rong in the endless years, the flame that could steam the sea dry and burn the mountains and rivers had no effect on the things that evolved from the Fuxi formation in front of him.

"The purest fire between heaven and earth has long been taken away, you really can't do it!" Fu Xi chuckled.

Fu Xi's words made the twelve ancestors stunned.

"How do you possibly know?" asked Candle Jiuyin with his mouth open.

"The resurrection of the ancestral witch who was originally dead, even the most stupid person can guess a few points, not to mention the resurrection of Pangu where the old man saw his own eyes?" Fu Xi said disdainfully.

"Pangu?" Yang Chan's face changed, and the guess in her heart was suddenly confirmed.

Many people have doubts about the resurrection of the ancestral witch, but no one dares to think about it, because the word Pangu is so long ago that they almost forget it.

After learning that the dead ancestor witch was resurrected, Yang Chan once communicated with the queen mother, and the queen mother told Yang Chan at that time that this matter was not easy to say, she didn't know what it was called bad to say at the time, and thought that the queen mother had an unspeakable secret and didn't ask, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

At the same time, she also knew in her heart what the danger Chen Yi was encountering, and the uneasiness in her heart became even stronger when she thought of this.

Rumble!

The Fuxi formation fluttered, and the cows, horses, sheep, dogs, and chickens directly enveloped the twelve ancestors, making a loud noise that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the smoke and dust were filled, and the sky was full of glow.

"Fuxi, you wait!" Qiang Liang scolded angrily.

Just as Fu Xi said, in order to resurrect Pangu, they all sacrificed their natal things, and now although their cultivation is still the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Realm, they are more than three points weaker than before.

Facing Fuxi, who has an innate gossip map, they really have no way to break through Mindu.

"The old man has been waiting here, don't think that you are more famous than the old man, you mean that you are stronger than the old man, do you know why?" Fu Xi teased.

"That's not because I'm waiting for my birth"

As soon as Tianwu was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Fu Xi's direct words: "Wrong, very wrong, the old man will tell you why, because you have lived to dogs all these years!"