"Happy, happy, really happy!"

After the battle, Zhu Rong regained his size, looked at Ye Fan with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but say. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Xuantian, it's really unbelievable, there are people who can be on par with my Wu clan in terms of physical body, it seems that you have really inherited the Nine Turns Xuangong of Pangu Father God!"

Ye Fan smiled, but he was noncommittal.

Although this time in the competition, it seems that he is on par with Zhu Rong.

But you must know that from beginning to end, Ye Fan has never performed a single magic spell, and the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Chaos Bell have not been revealed.

If these are added, his combat power will at least go up one more ladder!

At this time, Ye Fan also sensed the message from the clone, and sighed slightly in his heart.

However, now that we know the gathering place of the Wu clan and the location of Pangu's heart, it is only a matter of time before we can get Pangu's essence blood......

In short, in a word, he can afford to wait.

And Zhu Rong naturally didn't know this, but he had a lot of good feelings towards Ye Fan, the person who inherited the Pangu exercises, and took the initiative to invite: "Brother Xuantian, do you want to come to my Wu clan to live for a while, so that you can continue to compete with us." ”

"Hehe......"

Ye Fan couldn't help pouting.

He knew that with Zhurong's fighting maniac's temperament, how could he think of inviting him to stay, most likely because he was reluctant to be a rare sparring partner.

But that's exactly what he wants.

Anyway, there is nothing to do in the flood wilderness right now, and as for the second sermon of Zixiao Palace, it will be a thousand years later.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan nodded slightly, and said quietly: "I don't dare to ask for it." ”

"Let's go, let's drink!"

Hearing this, Zhu Rong was overjoyed again, pulled Ye Fan, and walked towards the camp of the Wu clan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan rolled his eyes for no reason.

He seemed to have foreseen what life in the Wu Clan would be like.

…………

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

In the past thousand years, Ye Fan has lived in seclusion among the Wu clan, and he has also witnessed the Wu clan enter a state of rapid development.

From a small clan of a few hundred people, it has suddenly grown to a million!

You must know that this is not in the real world, and these millions of Wu people are not ordinary people who have not cultivated......

It's a real cultivator!

Although the Wu clan only cultivates the physical body, not the primordial gods, but as soon as the ordinary Wu clan reaches adulthood, they are true immortals, and even some people with higher talents can directly reach the heavenly immortals!

And among these millions of witches, there are tens of thousands of witches at the level of Golden Immortals, as well as more than a dozen Great Luo Golden Immortal-level witches.

Together, these strengths are enough to make the Wu Clan squeeze into the ranks of the first-class races in the Flood Desolation.

And the Wu clan has also reached a moment of choice.

In the Pangu Palace, Di Jiang, as the eldest of all the ancestral witches, looked at the other eleven ancestral witches and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my Wu clan was born in this continuous mountain for thousands of years, and now the number of people in the clan has reached millions, and the blood pool left by Pangu Father God is still having people born, and if this continues, this continuous mountain will not be able to accommodate us at all."

Zhu Rong's temper was the hottest, and when he heard this, he shouted: "Brother Dijiang, what's so difficult about this? Beyond these mountains, there is an endless desolate land that God the Father has incarnated, and we are afraid that we will have no place to live? ”

When the ancestors heard this, they felt that it was also reasonable.

Thinking that as the descendants of Pangu and inheriting the essence of Pangu, it is natural that they should also take over the Honghuang Continent.

In the past, the Wu clan was too weak and didn't have this strength, so no one mentioned it, but now that it was broken by Zhu Rong so little, the hearts of all the ancestors and witches began to move.

And at this time, the Ancestor of Time, Witch Candle Jiuyin, began to speak.

"Zhu Rong's idea is right, but we still need to be cautious, although the last tribulation has passed, the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn clans have retreated, but there are still many forces in the flood that cannot be underestimated, and our clan is only a million, if it is attacked by a group, I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties."

As soon as these words came out, Hou Tu nodded in agreement: "What my brother said is good, if you just want a place to live, let the clansmen suffer heavy casualties, it is really not good, why do you want to fight you to the death for this kind of thing?" ”

Different from other ancestral witches, although Houtu is also an ancestral witch, he does not like to fight, and in his heart, he has inherited the characteristics of benevolence and kindness of the origin of the earth.

And Di Jiang, after hearing the words of Candle Jiuyin and Houtu, couldn't help but nod.

Now the strength of the Wu clan is not strong, if there are too many enemies, the situation is not good, but this small valley can no longer accommodate so many clansmen......

After telling everyone about his worries, Di Jiang couldn't help but look at Candle Jiuyin and asked, "What is the best plan for the second brother?" ”

Candle Jiuyin said with a smile: "Big brother doesn't have to worry too much, just take this continuous mountain as the center, and each of our twelve ancestors will take a part of the clan to scatter around, and it doesn't need to be too radical, just gradually expand outward, gradually encroach, expand the territory, recuperate, and strengthen the tribe." ”

Di Jiang nodded: "Okay, since that's the case, we'll do what the second brother said." As for this ancient hall, it was handed over to the great witches of Xingtian, Kuafu, Houyi, Jiufeng, Fengbo, and Yushi to be in charge of guarding. ”

The plan was decided, and the Wu clan immediately began to act.

At the same time, Ye Fan also knew about the actions of the Wu Clan and others, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise in his heart.

Although over the years, he has witnessed the continuous growth of the Wu Clan, but from beginning to end, in Ye Fan's eyes, the only thing that can be called a threat is the Twelve Heavenly Gods of the Wu Clan.

As for those Wu people who are not even ancestral witches, no matter how many they are, it will be useless.

There are many ants, and it is true that they can bite and kill elephants.

But when the difference in strength reaches a world of difference, it cannot be made up by quantity at all.

But......

Just as Ye Fan was quietly waiting for the departure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

A voice full of majesty came from the void above the nine heavens, and finally spread throughout the entire desolate world.

"A thousand years have passed, Zixiao Palace has reopened, and anyone who is destined can come to listen to the sermon!"

"Boom—"

I saw that above the nine heavens, a huge pillar of chaotic light hung down, sweeping the universe.

Immediately after, a purple hall emerged from the pillar of light, appearing in the clouds like a mirage.

Although there were no bells in sight, the low, heavy bells spread out in all directions from above the nine heavens.

"Daozu ......"

At this moment, on the desolate land, countless people woke up from their cultivation, and their faces were still a little surprised and excited.

The last time I preached, many people's cultivation developed by leaps and bounds.

So what will be the result this time?