The souls of the eleven ancestral witches gradually condensed on the lookout platform, their eyes gradually brightened, and their memories and consciousness were restored.

The first to be resurrected was Di Jiang, whose soul was younger than before his death.

The hair becomes thick and black shiny, the skin is smooth, and the eyes are full of wisdom and authority.

He stood in front of the other ancestral witch spirits, the first to look at the ancestral land of the witch clan.

Complex colors flowed from the bottom of his eyes, and he didn't know if he was sighing about the current situation of the Wu Clan, or if he was thinking about whether it was worth it...

Then came Gonggong and Zhurong, their figures gradually appeared, and their breath was solemn and solemn.

Gonggong Ancestral Witch's face was kind, with a hint of benevolent smile, while Zhurong Ancestral Witch showed endless wisdom and calmness.

They blew themselves up before they died, and they died together with several demon gods, and they also blew up Buzhou Mountain.

Because of this, the souls of the two of them are the most mutilated.

It seems that this experience has restrained the tempers of the two of them.

Xuan Ming's soul also began to recover, and her face was graceful and radiant.

She looked at the ancestral land of the Wu clan from the lookout platform, and her bright eyes revealed complex emotions, as if she had endless remorse and regret.

After that, the soul of the Candle Nine Yin Ancestor Witch was also recondensed, and he liked to release poison before he died, but at this time, his eyes were full of innocence and purity, and his smile was bright and warm.

It's just that when he looks back at the current situation of the Wu Clan's ancestral land, his smile begins to become complicated...

Qiang Liang's soul emerged, his eyes flashed with sharpness and coldness, and his body exuded a domineering and powerful aura.

He is too obsessed, and most of the remnants are negative emotions.

It's just that when he looks back at the ancestral land of the Wu clan and recalls everything that happened, his cold eyes are also a little helpless...

The soul of the corpse gradually recovered, his appearance became solemn and mysterious, and there was a hint of elusiveness between his eyebrows.

The soul of the harvest was reunited, and he looked back at the witch clan on the earth, and sighed slightly.

Tianwu's soul also gradually appeared, his eyes were deep and resolute, and his face revealed a trace of gentleness and care.

The last to be resurrected are Ju Mang and Zizi, their faces are gentle and kind, and their eyes are full of endless love and concern.

As memories begin to return.

They stared at the crowd and saw that their brothers were still there, and their hearts couldn't help but be relieved, and they immediately turned their heads to look at the witch clan on the earth.

The souls of these eleven ancestral witches were finally reborn and regained their memories under the shroud of the power of the six realms of reincarnation.

As the mysterious power of the lookout enveloped them, their memories were quickly restored, and the remnants began to slowly recover...

"Alas... The top combat power of the two lich clans, all of them have been defeated in this battle..."

"I've been fighting all my life, and if it's gone, it's gone, aren't we still there? As long as our souls are still there. ”

"The demon clan has been destroyed, and the witch clan still has children, I believe they will continue to reproduce."

"To be honest, after living for so many years, I am indeed a little tired, and at this time I can finally unload the heavy responsibility of the ancestral witch and have a good rest."

"Yes, the demons have been eliminated, and there are only our witches and humans in the desolate land, and there will be no more pressure in the future..."

"It's good, I want to rest too! In the past, I had to be in charge of the affairs of hundreds of millions of people every day when I woke up, and I was afraid to think about it. ”

"Hahaha! The bullshit Demon Emperor Demon Emperor, if he dies, he dies, unlike us, he still survives! ”

"Xuanyuan didn't lie to us, we really didn't die, what next? Resurrection? How to resurrect? Can we go back to the way it was? ”

"Where is this? I thought this was a desolate land just now, but now I don't see it right! ”

“.....”

After the eleven ancestral witches regained their memories, they finally stopped looking at the Wu clan on the desolate land, but turned their heads to look at their brothers and sisters around them, and there were many discussions.

As they say.

The current state of the soul body made them feel very relaxed.

Because they have been ancestral witches since they were born, they shoulder the responsibility of the entire ancestral witches.

Now it's a soul.

They're finally themselves.

It was at this time that a sound of breaking the air sounded.

Xuanyuan and Houtu came hand in hand and appeared on the Wangxiang Terrace.

The moment I saw the two of them.

Eleven Ancestral Witches' eyes also lit up.

Especially in the end, because Nuwa made a move, and the Dijiang Ancestor Wu who died directly was even more excited to walk in front of Houtu.

He looked around the soil with his eyes and found that she was safe and sound, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "It's good to see that you're okay with my sister." ”

"Since it's fine, we haven't seen this place before."

"That is, we succeeded? This is the legendary Netherworld? ”

Hearing Di Jiang's words, Hou Tu and Xuanyuan nodded and smiled slightly.

"Yes, as you can see, this is the Netherworld."

"A world whose scope is not much different from the desolate land, but this world has no aura, only the aura of the netherworld, which is only suitable for the survival of the soul body."

Houtu patiently explained, his eyes looking around the eleven ancestral witches with extremely gentle eyes.

There is actually some sadness at the bottom of the eyes.

It's just pretending to be strong.

The eleven ancestral witches who dominated the flood in the past are now only remnant souls, how can she not feel pain in her heart?

And all of this is to help her preach!

Thinking of this, her eyes were a little red.

"My sister doesn't have to be like this."

"We're really fine, but we feel relaxed!"

"Yes, my sister, all this is not your fault, everything happened suddenly, and it was not the cause of your initiation, but the demon clan!"

"Nope! I don't think it's a demon clan, but now that I'm dead, I can see everything a little thoroughly, and Dijun's sons suddenly attacked the Kuafu tribe, which is very strange. ”

"Yes! Thinking about it like this, it's really strange, they attacked the tribe, Di Jun didn't know anything about it, and he didn't make any preparations, so he started a war with us, as if there was a big hand behind his back. ”

"Humph! Anyway, who else could it be? It must be those saints, their strength is supreme, but their power is single, and they have long been eager to let the witch clan and the demon clan make trouble, I think they are ghosts. ”

"Then when you say that, Nuwa was also framed?"

"That's not it, she deserves to die too! even killed the eldest brother! She's stupid! Arrogant! Without Fuxi's assistance, she is completely a brainless woman! ”

"Alas. Don't make any noise, isn't it to comfort my sister? Why are you arguing again? ”

There are many ancestral witches, and there is no restraint at all when they speak.

They even talked about the issue of this war, and they all felt very strange about the causes and consequences.

In the end, it was Di Jiang who spoke, and everyone quieted down again.

But it can be clearly seen that many ancestral witches are really much more relaxed.

"Well, we are dead, and we are no longer involved in the strife of the desolate land, and now we should rest." Di Jiang said calmly.

"Big brother is right, we have completed our mission, there is no need to dwell on the past."

Jumang Ancestor Wu also continued: "Moreover, the Netherworld is also our new home. Here, we can live a relatively stable life. ”

Hear this.

Xuanyuan's eyes couldn't help but light up: "What do you uncles mean, you want to maintain your soul body?" Stay in this netherworld? ”

Di Jiang sighed slightly: "Do you think we haven't thought about this?" Once the ancestral witch is dead, it is no longer the ancestral witch, there is so much Pangu essence blood in the desolate world, and when we die, it will be difficult to reshape the physical body. ”

Xuanyuan listened.

I was slightly stunned, and I couldn't help but feel a little complicated in my heart.

Originally.

These ancestral witches were ready to sacrifice for a long time.

It's not that they don't believe that they can be resurrected, but they also know very well that even if they are resurrected, they will not be able to return to their previous ancestral witch cultivation.

Because Pangu's essence blood is limited.

Even if they were resurrected and reincarnated among the Witch Clan, there would not be enough blood for them to regain the strength of the Ancestral Witch again.

So in this way?

Are they still ancestral witches?

There's just an ancient soul.

Other words.

Before the sacrifice, many ancestral witches figured out that they were no longer resurrected, but had the heart of death.

Now that they can maintain their soul state, they are already very satisfied.

When the ancestors heard Di Jiang's words, they thought for a moment and nodded one after another.

They were previously Ancestral Witches, and they were tasked with protecting the Witch Clan.

Now that he has become a soul body, his flesh and blood are completely gone, and he can no longer recover.

Then there is no need to take on this mission anymore.

And in the Netherworld, they can get rid of the pressures of the past and live the life they want.

How nice is that!

In the past, how much responsibility had to be borne by how much essence and blood, but now that there is no essence blood, what responsibility do you have to bear?

Let's let the younger generation go and have fun!

"In that case, I have a suggestion." Xuanyuan suggested at the right time, "Since you are now a soul body, why don't you turn to ghost cultivation?" ”

"It just so happens that the underworld is in ruins, and your brothers can become the Ten Hall Yamas, responsible for the reincarnation of all races."

"In this way, you can continue to exist in the Netherworld, and you will not be able to dissipate the remnants of your soul because of the passage of time."

"And if you become the Ten Palaces Yama, you will have greater power and status, and the Wu clan on the earth will also benefit."

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at each other and frowned slightly.

Let's be honest.

They really don't want to take any more responsibility.

This is something that Regulus did not expect.

After death, the ancestors wanted more and more liberation and relaxation.

Becoming a ten-hall Yama sounded good, but it made them feel like another layer of shackles.

But here's the thing.

If they don't change cultivation, there is no way for their remnant souls to continue like this.

If there is a slight crisis, I am afraid that their soul body will dissipate.

And becoming the Ten Hall Yamas, such an identity can not only allow them to continue to strengthen their soul bodies, but also major in soul bodies, and it is expected that they will be restored to quasi-saints.

And to be respected in the Netherworld, you can continue to protect the safety of the witch clan on the earth.

After all.

In any case, all races will die, right?

Even if you don't die, your relatives and friends will die, right?

Since you want to die, you have to be reincarnated, right?

Then if you want to be reincarnated, if you want to be reincarnated well, if you want to reincarnate early, you have to rely on the underworld, right?

And so it goes.

Even if the Wu clan declines and there is no peak combat power, all the clans have to be careful with the Wu clan and dare not provoke half a point.

"That's a good idea!" Di Jiang nodded in agreement: "Since we have liberated ourselves from the identity of the Ancestral Witch, then we will turn to the Ten Halls Yama and contribute our strength to the order of the Netherworld." ”

The other ancestral witches also agreed, and they were willing to accept Xuanyuan's suggestion to transform into a ghost king and become a Yama of the Ten Palaces.

In this way, they will become the guardians of the Netherworld, responsible for the reincarnation of all races, and indirectly protect the safety of the Wu clan.

"Well, I really didn't expect that."

"Even if you die, you have to worry about these children!!"

"For the rest of my life, I will be tied to death by the Wu Clan! They don't know if they'll be grateful to me! ”

"When the time comes, let Xuanyuan go and spread a word, and let those little rabbits on the earth set up a stone statue for us to offer incense, anyway, if you do ghost cultivation, this is also normal."

"Hahaha! There's no way, born in the Wu Clan, and died in the Wu Clan, for the sake of the children, it's not bad to be a Ten Hall Yama. ”

"But aren't there only ten halls? There are eleven of us! ”

"That is, we have one that doesn't have to be a Yama? Hahaha! I! I! I! ”

"Shouldn't I do it? I was so tired when I was alive, and I am my younger brother, my brothers should let me be the ghost king, and the ten halls of Yama will have to worry about your brothers. ”

"Ahh Have you ever heard you call us brother before? Now you know to call your brother? I tell you, you must have one of the ten halls of Yama! Otherwise, I won't be convinced! ”

“.....”

Many ancestors began to fight again.

As they say, there are only ten out of ten halls of Yama.

And they are eleven ancestral witches, which means that one does not have to be a Yama.

That's easy.

Naturally, they want to fight!

It's just that many ancestral witches haven't been fighting for long, and the cold voice of Xuanming Ancestral Witch sounded: "I don't want to be a Yama, I'm a female ghost king, which of you fights with me?" ”

Hear Xuan Ming's words.

Many ancestral witches were silenced, and one by one they stopped speaking.

For this sister, this sister, they are still very tolerant.

Besides.

What can I do if I don't let it? Can you beat it?

Xuan Ming's strength is terrifying, okay!

That's it.

Eleven Ancestral Witches decided to come down.

All of them are transferred to ghost cultivation.

Among them, in addition to Xuan Ming, the other ten male ancestors, including Di Jiang, from the oldest to the smallest, were the Ten Hall Yamas.

They even changed their name to a new one instead of using the name of the Ancestral Witch in order to be a little different from before.

They are:

The first palace of King Qin Guang.

The second palace of the king of Chujiang.

The third palace of the Song Emperor.

The fourth palace is the king of officials.

The Fifth Temple of the King of Yama.

The sixth hall of the king of Bian Cheng.

The seventh temple of King Taishan.

The Eighth Temple of the City King.

The ninth temple equals the king.

The Tenth Hall Wheel King.

And the only Xuanming Ancestor Witch who did not do the Ten Palaces of Yama decided to garrison the ghost city and became the only female ghost king.

She is also very happy about it.

After all, the affairs of a ghost town are almost nothing, and they are simply too easy.

And there's a lot of fun to enjoy.

Immediately.

Under the guidance of Xuanyuan and Houtu.

The Ancestral Witches decided to take action and began to cultivate the ghost path...

The exercises are very simple, Houtu and Xuanyuan are taken from the six realms of reincarnation, and they specially create a practice for eleven ancestors to focus on the soul body.

Maybe there will be some flaws in this exercise at the moment.

But it doesn't matter.

Because it is imperative that their souls recover quickly.

Exercises?

It will be gradually improved in the future.

Anyway, the last thing they need to do is time...

soon

The eleven ancestral witches returned to the Ten Palaces, and Xuan Ming also returned to the City Lord's Mansion in the ghost city.

Begin to enter the state of cultivation.

This matter has come to an end, and the boulder that has been hanging in Houtu's heart has finally fallen...

And next.

It's the matter of turning the moat into a sea of blood.

Only when this is done can the entire underworld be officially operational...