On the shore of the lake, Houtu, one of the twelve ancestral witches, stood by the water's edge and was stunned, but he had never smashed fish with stones as he had done in the past.

Even among the twelve ancestral witches, when it comes to the tenacity of the flesh and the strength of the strength, no one can reach the earth.

But just looking at the appearance, you can't see it at all, compared to the other ancestors, Houtu gives people the impression of being soft and weak.

The water surface reflected a beautiful figure, frowning slightly.

In this war, the two sides have been fighting endlessly, and the battle has been turned upside down.

The Wu clan has always been in an advantage, but there are internal problems within the Wu clan, so that the Wu clan itself has lost its way out.

Is it impossible to let the witch clan bury the demon clan with you?

Houtu was full of worries, the battle between the Wu clan and the demon clan was bound to be the victory of the Wu clan, and Houtu had no doubt about this.

But what if you win? Still unable to continue the path of the Wu Clan.

Sitting down on the bluestone by the lake, looking at the calm and waveless water, he raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and picked up the stone and threw it into the water, crushing a piece of reflection.

In fact, Houtu always felt that he had vaguely grasped something, but it always disappeared in a flash, and he couldn't find it.

As a witch clan, communicating with the earth is her innate talent, and she doesn't even need to fit the earth like the earth unicorn clan.

For her, this is a matter of course.

The Wu clan believes in animism and has the ability to communicate with all spirits.

In this regard, Houtu is particularly prominent.

Now that he is a cultivator, he may not be as keen as the innate divine in his sense of the avenue between heaven and earth, but his sense of everything in the world itself is beyond the reach of ordinary supernatural powers.

And unlike other people, what she senses is not the heaven and earth avenue that flows between all things, but the spirit of all things themselves.

Whenever the spiritual consciousness is emptied, Houtu can always sense the countless resentments surging on the earth, which are the remnants of the souls that have never dissipated.

Endless, filling the heavens and the earth.

She felt the emotions of all kinds of creatures in it, and it never dissipated here and there with her death, and it was no different from obsession in itself.

Among them, negative emotional remnants occupy most of them, unwillingness, resentment, regret, fear, and murderous thoughts......

All kinds of emotions were transmitted through the earth induction, which made Houtu frown and be silent.

The great war swept through the desolation, and for all souls, it was a catastrophe that destroyed the world.

I don't know how many innocent beings are affected and scattered when they are unconscious.

Although for the Wu clan, all spirits are only divided into two types: blood food and non-blood food, and all beings are equal.

But hunting is a matter of course, the most basic law of nature.

They take hunting for granted, but they don't advocate killing.

Even because of the ability to sense all spirits, he is not very interested in killing outside of hunting.

In this war, the innocent casualties were more than the lives killed in the war between the two races.

At this time, Houtu remembered that she had entered Qingqiu, and she wanted to inquire about the future of the Wu clan with Qingxuan, but she couldn't do it.

There was one thing that Qing Xuan hadn't noticed, in his impression, this Houtu Ancestor Witch seemed to be delicate, but in fact he was violent.

So he didn't think that Houtu was quite sensitive to people's hearts, and he had unexpected details.

At that time, Houtu was faintly aware that Qing Xuan was hesitant about her question, and finally did not give a clear answer.

It's just a reminder if there is nothing, and I don't know why I'm worried.

In fact, Houtu also thought about going to Zixiao Palace to ask Daozu Hongjun, but he was not allowed to enter the door.

The way forward for the Wu clan is to either change the rules of heaven and earth to cater to the Wu clan, or the Wu clan changes itself to integrate into heaven and earth.

The former, the Wu clan can't do it, at least Houtu doesn't have too many thoughts about it, and the latter ......

"If you only find a way for the Wu clan, there will be no way forward for the Wu clan, the world is vast, if you want to find the road of the saint, you need to look at the heaven and the earth, if you are limited to one thing and one thing, the holy way cannot be achieved."

When Houtu asked about the way of the sage, this was the answer given by Qing Xuan.

If he is sanctified, can he change the fate of the Wu clan? Qing Xuan neither affirmed nor denied.

At the beginning, he and Daozu Hongjun asked the way of the saint whether the ancestral witch could be holy, and Daozu Hongjun did not directly deny it.

It's just the road to sanctification, Dijun and others have been searching hard so far, and they still haven't seen the opportunity to become holy, how can it be easy?

Houtu naturally also wants to find the opportunity of the saint, maybe if he achieves the position of a saint, he can do something for the Wu clan and change the fate of the Wu clan.

"It's not limited to the Wicans...... Focusing on Heaven and Earth......"

Houtu inspires all things in heaven and earth, and in a silent and silent way, there is a rhyme of the Tao circulating, and the meaning of the Tao is pervasive.

Her divine thoughts stretched along the desolate land, endlessly, like the end of fate.

What happened on the desolate land was all reflected in the sense at this moment, and the emotions of all spirits followed, as if there was a tendency to drown them.

Houtu frowned, but after a little hesitation, he actually let go of his thoughts, allowing the mixed thoughts of all spirits to surge, sensing the nature of all living beings in the meantime.

She sat quietly on the shore of the lake, from the beginning of the desire to find the opportunity of the saint, gradually forgot about it.

She witnessed the thoughts of all souls "with her own eyes", resonated with the nature of all souls, and was washed by the endless thoughts of living beings, but forgot her original purpose.

The delicate woman sits alone, her breath scattered between heaven and earth, as if she was one with heaven and earth, connected to all things.

She is heaven and earth and all spirits.

All kinds of emotions that belong to living beings quickly appear on his face, and his expression changes, as if he feels empathy.

This sitting is hundreds of years long, which is not a long time for ordinary great supernatural powers, but for the Wu clan who do not like enlightenment and meditation, the time is not too short.

Houtu had long forgotten his original purpose of seeking the Holy Way, but fell silent after "witnessing" the endless thoughts of living beings.

Read the nature of all living beings, in order to know the feelings of living beings.

Unconsciously, the aura on Houtu's body has changed a little.

Outside the sky, Qing Xuan's heart, who had already set his eyes on this place, moved slightly, and he noticed such a change, and even he could see what Houtu was doing at a glance.

Turning his head and glancing at Qinglian beside him, Qinglian frowned thoughtfully.

However, Qing Xuan secretly shook his head, this method had no effect on Qing Lian.

Houtu is the ancestral witch, strong in the body of the ancestral witch, and the innate divine is strong in its extraordinary Dao nature, born close to the Dao.

Houtu can observe the thoughts of all souls, in order to know the feelings of all things, that is, "human nature", but Qinglian is not good, and the view is contemplative, and the Tao is rich and cannot empathize.

After the soil looks at its nature, they can only look at its way.

It is very difficult to understand human nature in this way.

After informing Hongjun and a few others, Qing Xuan left here alone.

On the shore of the lake, a green dress appeared here, looking at the figure of a woman sitting alone on the bluestone, Qing Xuan's gaze was slightly complicated.