Hou Tu glanced at these two guys, the two hurriedly lowered their heads and stopped talking, sitting next to Hou Tu was the space demon god Di Jiang, he glanced around with a pair of eyes that could see through the space and shook his head and said:

"Do you two know how many strong people are heading towards chaos at this moment? There are thousands of people who are not inferior to us, millions who are slightly inferior to us, and hundreds of millions who are comparable to the Great Witch, do you think that the Wu Clan can crisscross the desolate land? It seems that you still haven't learned to restrain from the war of the three clans, and sooner or later you will get into trouble. ”

Houtu is now the big leader of the Wu Clan, she doesn't want the Wu Clan to fall, but she also knows that she can't resist the will of the flood by herself, looking at everyone here, she really wants to say Don't expand her power, but if the tribes want to develop, they have to continue to migrate outward, and sooner or later they will collide with the demon clan that is about to be born.

"Hongjun preached, it will definitely gather a huge force, and our Wu clan only worships Pangu, and the cultivators who worship Hongjun will have conflicts sooner or later, brothers, after you go back, arrange the development of the tribe well, don't have conflicts with other cultivators at will, and other things will be talked about later."

Houtu said solemnly, but the shadow of Jiang Xiao appeared in her heart, she can now be regarded as a traversal reborn, and Jiang Xiao is a thorough traverser, she understands that predicting the future may not be able to change the future, the existence of the will of the world, the identity of the future Hongjun Heavenly Dao agent, and the appearance of six acquired saints, unless it is to make Jiang Xiao ignore the existence of the flood and start a war with the other party, then the future of the Wu clan will have to rely on her own way.

After letting the other ancestors leave, Houtu walked to the Pangu statue and knelt down and whispered:

"Father, what do you say I should do? Jiang Xiao is a person who will leave the flood at any time, for him, this is just a place for him to cultivate and grow and find benefits, as long as he is in a bad mood and says he can leave, but I have a responsibility to the Wu clan, I can't just leave;

If he was asked to help, he would definitely take action, but the will of the flood and the saints of Hongjun would definitely not be reconciled, and the flood wilderness opened by the father would be able to withstand their fierce battles.

But without his action, the Wu clan will still perish, even if it is me, I may be besieged and die, as for the Heavenly God Evil Array, I really don't dare to arrange it again, once the true body of the father God reappears, the flood still can't bear it, what should happen to the Houtu?"

Houtu is very entangled, the flood is opened by Pangu, she is unwilling to destroy, but once the war starts, any situation will destroy the flood, just when Houtu is helpless, a thin layer of dust slowly gathers on the ground in front of her, these dust continue to fluctuate, and gradually a very clear picture emerges on it.

In the picture, a man and a woman are snuggling up to each other, each holding a blooming flower in their hands, Hou Tu was slightly stunned when she looked at this change, but even if she raised her cultivation to the peak, she couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation around her, she stared at the picture stunned and muttered:

"If the flowers do not wither, the people will not disperse, and if the heart is immortal and forever connected, does the Father want me to leave with him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dust on the ground began to fluctuate again, and the woman in the picture listened as if nodding, and the man was holding the woman and whispering something, and Hou Tu saw the image on the ground and his face turned red, this image was a bit fucked, because the man's hand happened to be holding the special place in the woman's heart in the image.

However, for the sake of the future of the Wu clan and the stability of the flood, Houtu still carefully understood the meaning of the picture, looking at the intimate picture of men and women in the picture, although Houtu was shy but still had a trace of yearning, when she carefully analyzed the picture for a while, she suddenly said:

"It turns out that God made me listen to Him, no matter what I did, as long as it was what He said, I had to trust, thank you, Father."

The dust on the ground dispersed with a breeze, but Hou Tu said with joy on his face:

"He should go to Chaos, I'll go to him when he comes back, and I'll rely on him for the affairs of the Flood Wilderness and the Wu Clan, and I ......"

The future of the Wu Clan has been destined to be entangled a lot since Jiang Xiao stuffed the Houtu Yuan God back into the Pangu Essence Blood, and at this time, Jiang Xiao was still driving the Holy Thunder Shuttle to the depths of chaos, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him when he and his sisters broke through.

Going deep into the chaos of hundreds of millions of miles, Jiang Xiao stopped the shuttle and gathered everyone together, and Jiang Xiao felt that his family was really lively.

In addition to Jiang Xiao's special cultivation, the sub-saint-level Mei, Daji, Bai Suzhen, and Cai Ling'er, the quasi-saint-level Zhao Ling'er and Jiaona, the peak of the Dao Fruit Golden Immortal Chang'e, Xiaotu, Nezha, the Rakshasa in the middle of the Dao Fruit, plus the female Lu who is already a quasi-saint but cannot transform into a quasi-saint in actual combat power, he can be regarded as a huge force around him.

Eleven girls, Jiang Xiao looked at everyone with satisfaction and said:

"Next, I will release the cultivation platform from the Holy Thunder Shuttle, and everyone will enter the chaos to cultivate, don't underestimate these platforms, once the crisis is over, the formation above will immediately transform the platform into a small shuttle;

Remember all the breakthroughs of the sub-saint level Chaos Saint and then go back, Ling'er will go back if she breaks through to the peak of the quasi-saint, Jiao Na needs to break through to the sub-saint and then say, Chang'e little rabbit, you will stabilize after breaking through the quasi-saint and then go back, Rakshasa and Nezha, you will slowly cultivate, and finally Rakshasa and Nezha will go back together.

As for the female slur, you have to withstand the constant impact of the chaotic air flow on your body after the chaos transformation, and then break through to the sub-saint after resisting the transformation. ”

Mei looked at Jiang Xiao and asked:

"Where's the husband? Are you going to go back for a long time? ”

Jiang Xiao looked at the depths of chaos and said:

"I sensed that there was an opportunity for me in the depths of chaos before, maybe it was related to my exercises, here or millions or tens of millions of years, everyone rest assured, you will sense it if I die or not, as long as I don't die, don't care so much."

"Scoop."

A group of women, including the female squirt, spat at Jiang Xiao, but the women just indicated their intentions, and the female squirted thousands of catties of saliva towards Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Xiao hurriedly swept the female saliva out of the shuttle in a flash, he shook his head and pointed to the cultivation platform of the throwing cabin and said:

"Alright, let's go."

The female lu and the others all walked to the platform, and when they each stood on one of them, they all looked at the end, there was an empty platform there, you must know that Jiang Xiao did not need to use this kind of platform of the flying shuttle, if he needed it, he would directly summon the holy thunder shuttle.

"Twelve." Mei smiled and said:

"Well, there's another one." Zhao Ling'er grinned.

Jiaona scratched her head and shook her head:

"I don't know who it is."

"God knows who." Nezha spread his hands and shook his head and said.

Bai Suzhen smiled:

"Who the hell is it?"

"Who does it matter who she is?" The old god of the ringtones muttered on the ground.

"Who's heavier?" Rakshasa asked.