Hou Yi drooped his eyes and said coldly: "Father Kua, you don't have to be busy, Lord Zuwu has already noticed her." ”

When all the witch kings heard Hou Yi's words, they all turned their heads to look up, and sure enough, they found that Hou Tu was looking at Ying with a smile on his face.

A witch king said in a sour tone: "This little girl is really lucky, but who makes the witch king rare?"

Under everyone's attention, after Ying absorbed the golden origin, she directly crossed the awakening and was promoted to the witch body realm, and then she was summoned by Houtu unsurprisingly.

After that, it was not until the end of the offering that Houtu and the Witch King and the others left, and the sacrifice ceremony was carried out until the final carnival, that Ying returned.

As soon as Ying came back, Yu couldn't wait to ask, "Ying girl, what did Lord Zuwu say to you?"

"After Master Zuwu asked me to go home and inform my father, I came to practice with her. Ying replied with a smirk.

"Okay, good, good, I didn't expect that there would be a witch king in our Houtu tribe in the East China Sea, if the chief knew this news, he would be very happy, hahaha. When she heard Ying's answer, she laughed with relief.

After Ying and Yu finished speaking, they hurriedly ran to Gu Xuan to share their joy, Gu Xuan praised her exaggeratedly, and Ying was overjoyed when she heard it, and her eyes narrowed into a line.

......

Time flew by, and the three-day carnival ended in a blink of an eye, and with the end of the carnival, all the tribes embarked on their return journey.

The same is true of Ying's tribe, where the sacrificial old man said goodbye to his old friends and led the team out of Houtu Witch City.

As soon as Gu Xuan and the others came out of Houtu Wu City, they suddenly saw that the purple qi in the sky was 90,000 miles long, and the glow was hundreds of millions of ways, spreading all over the wilderness.

Due north, there are thousands of auspicious clouds in the sky, thousands of rui qi, strange fragrance attacks, immortal music bursts, coercing heaven and earth, such as Gu Xuan and other people who are low, are directly suppressed to the ground.

Then he saw a phantom figure, standing on the void, and said: "Lying high on the nine clouds, the futon is true." Outside the heaven and earth, I should be in charge of the sect. The Xuanmen is all leading the show, and it is a gas.

I am Hongjun, I have been sanctified today, and I will preach in Zixiao Palace in three hundred years, and those who are destined can go to Zixiao Palace for thirty-three days to listen to the lecture. ”

The sanctification of Hongjun overwhelmed the desolate world, shocking many innate beings, and some ascetics who only knew how to retreat all went out to look up at the figure in the void.

And after Hongjun's announcement of the flood famine, even some little demons who have just learned wisdom know that Hongjun's cultivation is several floors higher than the so-called strong man of the flood famine.

Especially this powerful person who jumped out of nowhere, he actually wanted to open the door to preaching, which is a great blessing for many strong people in the flood who can't break through the realm of Daluo.

With the departure of Hongjun, the coercion disappeared, and the flood suddenly became lively, and many strong people flew out of the cave, cut through the sky, and began to visit relatives and friends, and flew together thirty-three days after three hundred years of meeting.

Skipping these and not mentioning them, when the coercion completely disappeared, outside Houtu Wu City, Gu Xuan, who was lying on the ground, stood up, and he didn't dare to spit it out in the end, but complained in his heart:

"Nima, sanctification is sanctification, what are you doing with such a high profile, even if you are high-profile, you are showing off at those powerful people, what are you showing off at us little minions?"

Although he was very angry in his heart, he still had to keep a smile on his face, Gu Xuan looked at the stunned Wu clan around him, and sighed slightly and said, "Alas, the catastrophe is about to begin, and it will probably be thousands of years. ”

These witch clans don't understand what it means for Hongjun to become holy, but Gu Xuan understands that this flood is about to enter the era of saints, and this period is also the most glorious period of the flood wilderness.

Before Gu Xuan finished sighing, he saw Houtu suddenly appear in front of him, and asked with a solemn face: "He is Hongjun Daoist, what does sanctification mean?"

Gu Xuan was not surprised by Houtu's appearance, he knew that since Houtu found him, sooner or later there would be such a day.

He looked at Houtu and nodded, and said abruptly: "Yes, he is Hongjun, maybe it won't be long before we will call him Dao Ancestor."

As for sanctification, it is to prove that the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, the same realm as Pangu, as long as you reach this realm, you will be called a saint.

Saint, it is really a desirable realm, a saint, the primordial god entrusts the way of heaven, can experience immeasurable calamities, cause and effect are not touched, ten thousand calamities do not come, and there is no death or destruction. ”

Houtu frowned, and asked again: "Is the opportunity for me to break through on him?"

"It can be said that it is because he has opened the shackles of heaven and earth, or it can be said that it is not, because the opportunity for your breakthrough is not on him, and what the specific opportunity is, you will ask him. Gu Xuan replied inscrutablely.

Hearing this, Houtu saluted Gu Xuan and said, "Thank you, Mr. for your advice." ”

Gu Xuan hurriedly avoided Houtu's salute and said to her: "Master Zuwu, the poor Dao doesn't dare to accept your gift, this is due to great karma." Poor Dao finally sends you a word, you have to remember that in this world, except for the Heavenly Dao, he is the strongest in this world, because he is Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

After Hou Tu nodded, he took the origin of the soil and broke through the air to the ancestral witch hall of Buzhou Mountain.

After Houtu left, all the witches kept their mouths wide open and kept their expressions of surprise, and even when Houtu left, they did not salute Houtu.

The surprised expressions of these witch clans were not because of the Hongjun who suddenly popped up, no matter how strong Hongjun was, it had nothing to do with them, they were surprised by Houtu's behavior just now.

You must know that Houtu is equivalent to the gods in the eyes of these witches, but what they saw just now, their gods actually respectfully asked an ordinary little demon beast for a question, and that attitude was clearly an attitude that would only be used for the same status or a higher existence.

After staying for a long time, the sacrificial old man was the first to come back to his senses, he first glanced at Gu Xuan a few times strangely, and muttered in his heart: What is the origin of this little demon beast, it is really becoming more and more mysterious.

Then he coughed dryly, and after the witch clan came to his senses, he pretended to be casual and ordered the witch clan to continue marching.

It's just that on the road, the strange eyes of the surrounding witch clans floated over from time to time, looking at Gu Xuan creepy, and the attitude of the witch clan changed quickly, they became very respectful when facing Gu Xuan, but it is not surprising to say, even the existence of the ancestor Wu needs to be respected, how dare they not be respected.

Only Ying was still talking to him normally, because for Ying, it was not the first time that she had seen Lord Zuwu ask Gu Xuan, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

Along the way, Gu Xuan was also relaxed, he felt that he had been treated as a mascot by this group of witches.