Underworld.

Deng Chanyu and Daji have been gone for two days, and now the only remaining ancestor witch, Ice Ancestor Wu Xuanming, came to the main hall of Pingxin Niangniang's cultivation with a nonchalant attitude.

When I entered the door, I looked around like a big monkey, and soon saw the black coffin.

"Hehe, Niangniang, this is what Xiao Daji brought back? We don't look like anything like that. ”

Pingxin said: "This should be the first coffin in heaven and earth, and it was originally supposed to be used to bury the father. ”

As soon as he heard this, Xuan Ming's eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not his nose: "That's it?" Also worthy? Look at the old lady who hacked it! ”

She picked up a big axe, and when it was round, she was about to start chopping.

"Slowly, slowly." I couldn't cry or laugh peacefully, and I had a hard time talking to you: "After all, it's Daji's mind, aren't you fine?" Send this to the Pangu Palace. ”

Xuan Ming's head shook like a rattle: "Don't go, don't go, the old lady is uncomfortable, and I'm going to drink two sips of wine." ”

After repeated persuasion, Xuan Ming reluctantly beat the war drums, repositioned the position of the Pangu World, and then carried the black coffin on his shoulders and walked towards the Pangu World.

seemed to be worried that she was careless, and Meng Po also followed her.

What Deng Chanyu and Daji saw in the Pangu world was the black wall and all kinds of messy monsters, but it was not this kind of scene when Xuan Ming and Meng Po came over.

In front of them is a quaint, heavy, simple palace, as if it has existed since ancient times, and transcends all elements such as time and space.

Pangu Hall is the heart of Pangu, the original twelve ancestors were born from here, there are twelve huge pillars in the hall, symbolizing the glory and source of the ancestors.

The Great Witch of the Pangu World didn't know of their arrival at all, and they didn't inform anyone.

Xuan Ming's face was solemn at this time, and the reluctance he had shown before in the desolate world had all disappeared.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, Meng Po glared at her, Xuan Ming smiled, and carried the black coffin into the deepest part of the Pangu Palace.

They didn't speak, they were calm, and they felt the eternal power here.

Hongjun believes that the core of everything is the Tao, and the level of Pangu is undoubtedly one level higher, so what is it? Xuan Ming and Meng Po couldn't tell clearly, even if Meng Po was a clone of Pingxin Niangniang, she couldn't understand the power of Pangu in the past.

Nuwa said that the gap between herself and Hongjun was bigger than the gap between mortals and saints, and that was a completely different level of power.

Pingxin Niangniang has a similar point of view, that is, she thinks that she still can't see the back of her father, and that kind of gap cannot be quantified at all, only that it is very far away.

The only thing Xuan Ming and Meng Po are certain of is to come here, even if they get home, no matter how great Hongjun is able, he will not be able to monitor Pangu Palace.

The aura on Meng Po's body became very heavy, and her face instantly became sixty years younger, and in a trance, it seemed that the girl Houtu had returned.

She stretched out her hand to the black coffin, and two extremely simple characters representing "Pangu" appeared on the coffin lid.

Let the coffin lid show handwriting, this is something that can't be done by lighting a lamp, only the ancestral witch who is connected to the Pangu bloodline can do it.

The congenital evil qi in the coffin that had beaten the clouds a little embarrassed before was automatically separated after the coffin lid showed the handwriting, the clear qi rose, the turbid qi fell, and finally revealed the outline of a human figure.

Xuan Ming smiled: "I really didn't expect that we had traveled through countless worlds and been looking for so many years, this coffin was close at hand, and it would be the body of the lamp. ”

Meng Po regained her old appearance, and she was also very happy at this time, and her old face like orange peel was full of excitement: "That guy is hiding very deeply, if it weren't for the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation in the clouds, if it weren't for Daji's close contact, this seat wouldn't have seen the roots of the lamp." ”

She looked at Xuan Ming: "Sister, you have suffered." ”

Xuan Ming Zhengse said: "I'm not bitter, as long as I can save my eldest brother"

She lay in the Pangu coffin, took out a sharp blade, cut her chest and lower abdomen, and then endured the great pain, took out a lump of flesh and blood, and placed it in the coffin.

It was the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, some remnants of Di Jiang.

Di Jiang's body is like a pocket, his body is huge, red like a fire, six legs and four wings, and his ears, eyes, mouth and nose have no facial features.

After Hongjun merged with the Dao, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also had to transform into innate Dao bodies, and they all became normal bodies in the usual sense.

This can be regarded as a compromise between the ancestral witches and the Heavenly Dao, in fact, the ancestral witches have controlled the power of their respective laws to the extreme, and they use their ontology to fight, which is when they are the strongest.

A form like the Terran is a constraint on them.

If it really starts, as the space ancestor witch, as the head of the twelve ancestral witches, Di Jiang is no worse than the demon clan's Di Jun and Taiyi.

One-on-one, it's really hard to say who wins and who loses.

Controlling the laws of space, Di Jiang will not fall at all normally, one thought will go hundreds of millions of miles away, and another thought will go to another world, whoever dies will not die.

He was unlucky when Taiyi blew up the Chaos Clock, and at that moment the entire desolate world was frozen, run? No matter how strong his spatial ability is, he can't surpass the Chaos Clock.

Before Di Jiang's skills could be brought into play, he was taken away by the self-explosion of the Chaos Bell.

However, this ancestor is not an ordinary person, and at the moment of his fall, he laid down his backhand.

He asked Xuan Ming to hide his body in his body, use the Ice Ancestor Witch as a freezer, and told her to find the Pangu coffin, and try to resurrect her last words when the time comes.

Because of this, after the end of the Lich War, Xuan Ming endured the humiliation and survived.

After the battle of the lich, she has been thinking about the resurrection of her eldest brother.

Pingxin Niangniang also knows about this matter, but the surveillance of the Heavenly Dao is everywhere, and it is impossible to mobilize all the hands to find the Pangu coffin, so she can only hit the luck and find it by going out to fight, going out to fight, and going out to fight.

The Wu clan is really not suitable for this kind of delicate work, they have found countless yuan meetings, only to find a lonely, if there is no Deng Chanyu to light the lamp this time, they don't know how long they will have to look.

If they followed the rhythm of the original gods, even when they arrived at the Jedi Tiantong, they would not be able to find the Pangu coffin, so to speak, their deeply hidden secrets would not even have a chance to be brought into the coffin

Xuan Ming took out all the corpse pieces and walked out of the Pangu coffin.

Her face turned pale, and the Pangu coffin automatically absorbed the essence blood belonging to Pangu in her body, and in such a short period of more than ten breaths from lying down to getting up, she lost one-fifth of the ancestral witch essence blood, this time it was a great injury to her vitality, and she couldn't recover at all without thousands or tens of thousands of years.