Pangu Palace,

The Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together again, and all the Ancestral Witches' faces were not good-looking.

"The entire flood wilderness is now an army of the demon clan, big brother, let's do it."

Wood Ancestor Wu Jumang said.

He usually guards the East, and now the top pure-blood demon clans in the East are sending powerful warriors outside, which has brought him tremendous pressure.

"The rumors of the demon clan say that these armies were lost by the various clans to the ten princes of the demon clan."

Hou Tu said, "It's no secret that the demon clan is preparing to march into extraterritorial chaos, and this tenth prince of the demon clan will also conquer extraterritorial." ”

"That's why we should do it."

Zhu Rong shouted categorically, "The demon clan continues to conquer outside the territory, and will plunder more resources, and in the long run, the demon clan will only become stronger and stronger." ”

"The Flood Desolation already occupies half of the Qi Luck and Resources of the entire Chaos."

"And my Wu clan occupies the desolate land, and I am going to win a lot over the demon clan."

"No matter how much the demon clan plunders the chaotic world outside the territory, it will be difficult to erase the disadvantage in the flood wilderness."

Houtu didn't want to break out into conflict with the demon clan at this time, because it would inevitably lead to a large number of deaths in the witch clan.

Although the Wu clan is still strong, Houtu has not yet found a way to become holy, and she is unwilling to gamble with the fate of the entire Wu clan.

"Little sister, the wolf of the demon clan is ambitious and cunning, we must not take it lightly."

"War must be on the agenda, the flood has been comfortable for too long."

"The number of rabbit cubs of the demon clan is growing extremely fast, but on the contrary, the number of my witch clan is not as good as that of the demon clan, and in the long run, this situation may be reversed."

Wind Ancestor Wu Tianwu said.

He is also in favor of starting a war, and it is necessary to suppress the arrogance of the demon clan, and it is best to bring down the Heavenly Palace on Buzhou Mountain.

"Because of this, the Wu clan can't take it lightly, in case the war comes to a stalemate, wouldn't my Wu clan's good son die in vain?"

Houtu looked at the other ancestral witches, "The speed at which the demon clan gives birth to offspring is too fast, they can consume it, but the witch clan can't afford it." ”

"I am not in favor of waging war unless we can find a way to win with one blow."

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to clash with the demon clan.

"Houtu makes sense." Time Ancestor Wu Xun Jiuyin spoke, and there were countless turbulence behind him,

"We can't afford to consume a long-term war, so we must find the right time to win or lose a war."

"Okay, since that's the case, let's speed up the progress of comprehending the Twelve Divine Evil Arrays of the Heavens, once the Great Array is completed, it will be the time for us to launch a war against the demon clan."

Di Jiang finally spoke, he looked around,

"The Twelve Divine Evil Arrays of Dutian can burst out with the combat power of the saints, and at that time, as long as you and I suppress either Emperor Jun or Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the battle will be a foregone conclusion."

Houtu still wanted to say something, but looking at the burning expressions of the other ancestors, he still suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

Pangu Hall soon fell into desertion again, and Di Jiang suddenly appeared beside Houtu, "Little sister, what's wrong?" ”

"You didn't seem to have something to say just now."

As the eldest brother of all the ancestral witches, he is still much calmer than Zhu Rong and working with them.

"Big brother, you say, does our Wu clan still have a future?"

Houtu suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask?" Di Jiang was a little surprised, "The Wu clan is now the leader in the flood wilderness, even if it is the demon clan, it is not the opponent of the Wu clan, how can there be no future?" ”

"But in the method of sanctification that Hongjun Daozu said, there is no method suitable for the Wu clan." Houtu showed a sad expression, "If you don't become holy, you're just an ant after all." ”

"Don't take the old man's word for it." Di Jiang patted Houtu's shoulder and said with relief, "Our ancestor has inherited the shadow of our father, and our body is invincible. ”

"Look at the sanctifications, and which one of them is not bound hand and foot? Cause and effect are important in everything we do. ”

"They all have a Hongjun on their heads, such a saint, even if they give it to me, I won't do it."

Dijiang looked down on Sanqing and other saints at all,

"Little sister, don't worry, the future of the Wu clan will be brilliant, and when the time comes, we will break through the limit, even a saint will not be our opponent."

Houtu looked at Dijiang's confident appearance, but in the end he didn't say anything more, and shook his head helplessly.

She walked away from the Pangu Hall and walked on the vast land.

The earth was like life under her feet, sending out joyful fluctuations, supporting her body for thousands of miles at a time.

Houtu is the ancestor witch of the earth, and it is the most powerful existence among the twelve ancestral witches, because her power comes from the desolate land, boundless.

However, at this time, she was in a state of confusion and could not see the way forward.

The future of the Wu Clan, as well as the troubles of sanctification, were all depressed in her heart.

She had a gut feeling that the demon clan was probably working towards sanctification as well.

But she couldn't verify that even if the demon clan had made a lot of big moves recently, it was just competing for the resources of the extraterritorial chaos.

"Dijun, what the hell are you thinking?"

Houtu came to a desert, but soon she realized that something was wrong in the desert.

An invisible force descended, and the desert seemed to boil, followed by boundless blood and water.

In less than ten breaths, this desert turned into a vast sea of blood.

A foul and fishy smell that had never been seen before appeared from the sea of blood.

"Quack ......"

A blood-colored creature came out of the sea of blood, and when it saw Houtu, it instantly rushed over.

Houtu remained motionless, and the blood-colored creatures directly turned into powder and fell into the sea of blood.

But soon, a blood-colored bubble appeared in the sea of blood, and two blood-colored creatures that were exactly the same as just now rushed out and continued to kill the back earth.

A different color appeared in Houtu's eyes, and the two blood-colored creatures died again.

Not long after, four identical blood-colored creatures came out of the sea of blood, and their strength did not weaken in the slightest.

This time, instead of killing them, Houtu imprisoned them in the Void.

After less than a stick of incense, the blood-colored creatures dissipated in the struggle, but four identical blood-colored creatures appeared again in the sea of blood.

"Over and over again?" There was an unusual light in Houtu's gaze.

She simply sat on the shore of the sea of blood, and the blood-colored creatures died one after another, but soon, there would be double the number of blood-colored creatures.

Only an hour later, hundreds of thousands of blood-colored creatures had come out of the sea of blood.

Houtu seems to have discovered something, and her divine power is vast, directly imprisoning this sea of blood.

She wants to study this sea of blood.

She had a gut feeling that this sea of blood was the medicine to save the Wu Clan.

It was even an opportunity for her to become holy.

At this moment, an unusual figure walked out of the long river of time and space.

"Do you notice?"

"Dao Ancestor." Houtu saw the comer and saluted slightly.

"There is also a holy throne in the midst of the desolation." Hongjun went straight to the point and didn't go around in circles, "That's a special holy throne with boundless merits." ”

"Dao Ancestor told me this, I don't know what it means?" Houtu looked at Hongjun with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Hongjun didn't care, and stretched out his hand to point to the sea of blood imprisoned by Houtu.

"Look at this sea of blood, the cycle repeats, and the living soul can be reborn again after it dies."

After speaking, he pointed to the desolate land, "But have you found that this land, after the death of the living beings, they do not know where they went, let alone be reborn." ”

Houtu finally changed color, the throbbing in her heart became more and more obvious, and Hongjun seemed to have leaked the secret of heaven.

"I can tell you that the last holy seat in the desolation is the holy seat of reincarnation."

"Whoever establishes reincarnation and establishes the underworld will attain boundless merit and attain the dignity of a saint."

Hongjun said, looking at Houtu, "The Wu clan has the bloodline of the Pangu God, and I don't want this last holy throne to be obtained by the demon clan." ”

Houtu hurriedly asked, "Does Dao Ancestor mean that the Demon Clan is also coveting this holy throne?" ”

"This is natural, and Di Jun has already decided on a candidate, this person is in retreat and asceticism, and he can create reincarnation just by waiting for his success."

After that, Hongjun slowly dissipated, leaving only the soil in place.

After a long time, Houtu's eyes became more and more determined, and she finally made up her mind and walked into the vast sea of blood step by step.