But it was said that Nuwa Niangniang put away the red hydrangea, but in the lower realm, there was no stability.

I saw the twelve golden people in the world, condensing the copper of the world, the luck of the human race, but it was cleansed, and the mysterious inscriptions and runes were engraved on the golden people, and the wisps of evil and turbidity were manifested above the golden people, but they wanted to reveal a strong vitality.

And as the brilliance of the twelve golden men flickered, a thick purple cloud slowly condensed in the air, and the purple was not as vast and upright as the Confucian righteousness, but domineering and domineering, and it was filled with countless auras of destruction! Seeing this, the saints were shocked in their hearts, it was actually the thunder of heavenly punishment.

But it is the twelve ancestral witches, because of the lich war, the luck is exhausted and falls, this is due to the number of days, and now, Pingxin Niangniang wants to resurrect the twelve ancestral witches with a great plan, but it is against the number of days, and it is the thunder that is punished by heaven to fall.

Looking at the thunder of heavenly punishment that continued to form, the anger on Nuwa Niangniang's face instantly turned into joy, "Okay, good, good for you, you have a lot of plans, you want to resurrect the evil obstacles of the twelve ancestors, but you don't want to attract heavenly punishment, so good, it is best to make your vitality hurt, and you will do less things that offend my demon clan in the future." ”

If it weren't for Niangniang to know, Pingxin Niangniang's merits are immeasurable, no different from saints, immortal and immortal, I'm afraid that I will have to give birth to a few points, so that the thunder of that day's punishment will directly kill Niangniang's mind.

In fact, it was not just a peaceful mother, seeing the thunder of heavenly punishment appear, the heavenly saints were shocked, especially when they felt the power of the thunder of heavenly punishment, so that the saints couldn't help but feel uneasy in their hearts, and they didn't know what they would look like when they were punished by heaven.

Seeing that the thunder of the heavy heavenly punishment condensed the boundless purple clouds, in the void, Pingxin Niangniang slowly showed her figure, only to see that Pingxin Niangniang condensed into a merit holy body with the huge merit and faith and willingness accumulated by hundreds of millions of years of reincarnation, pure and unblemished, with a thousand brilliance and immeasurable longevity.

Niangniang sat on a yellow lotus platform, covered by a goose yellow dress, captivating the country and the city, fairy and graceful, showing high and high, leaving the world and independent, seeing the clear water out of the hibiscus from a distance, naturally carving, not eating the fireworks of the world, looking at the sky, the thunder of the world-destroying heavenly punishment that was constantly bred, but her expression was indifferent, she stretched out her hand and pointed and fell on the twelve golden people, and then, I saw Niangniang snorting softly, " Poor Dao is to follow the example of Houde Guangda after the emperor of the earth is only peaceful Niangniang, with the belief of hundreds of millions of living beings as the source, the ancient god Pangu essence and blood as the guide, reunite the immeasurable turbidity of the desolate land, give birth to the true spirit of the twelve ancestors, the twelve ancestors, Xian!"

I saw that Niangniang's cherry mouth opened, and the immeasurable Dao sound spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, and the thirty-three days were shaken by it, seeing that Niangniang was really determined to resurrect the twelve ancestral witches, even Nuwa Niangniang, who was happy because of the thunder of heavenly punishment, couldn't help but show a solemn look on her face.

I saw Pingxin Niangniang's hand raised, revealing a strong imperial aura in her hand, and one of its vigorous dragons spitting out clouds and mist, soaring freely, surrounded by rolling iron and blood, dead air, murderous gas, blood gas, evil gas, cursed gas, resentment lingering, ghost chirping, yin wind roaring.

This is the breath of the human emperor's dragon vein collected by Niangniang and the battlefield breath of hundreds of years of turbulent army fighting, in order to summon the remaining eleven ancestral witches who have long since died, the ancestral witches are transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu, which can be said to be born and raised, at the beginning of the opening of the sky, it was contaminated with the most primitive qi of creation, and the original rhyme of the underworld and the avenue coincided, although later he fought bravely and ruthlessly, lost his qi, and had to charm and return to the ground.

But the true spirit that is in harmony with the original origin of heaven and earth still exists, but because of the charm of the ancestral witch, there is no longer a carrier to rely on, and drifting in the sinking of the void time and space, fluttering, not knowing the way out, now the peaceful mother reciting the mantra, with great faith and willingness, dragon veins and rolling evil qi to summon, reunite the true spirit of the ancestral witch.

Niangniang's little hand of the imperial spirit, lala, the imperial spirit spreads, like a flying waterfall, between the moments permeated the universe of Zhoutian, the dragon vein Shenlong got out of trouble, shaking his head above the nine heavens, the dragon chanted in bursts, the pale yellow imperial qi, countless creatures manifested, all of them were extremely pious, hanging rings behind their heads, sitting on the pure lotus platform, reciting mantras one by one, calling for the true spirit of the ancestors, at the same time, Niangniang's hands revealed two balls of essence and blood.

These two balls of essence blood, one is vast and boundless, with a vast aura, but it is a piece of essence blood left by the great god Pangu, and the other is contaminated with a chaotic breath, but it is similar to that Pangu essence blood, but there is a huge gap between the two, and it is not the same.

Just when the two balls of essence blood appeared, boom, in the void, the thunder of heavenly punishment fell instantly, and the violent purple thunder fell, with the power to destroy everything, and smashed towards the twelve golden people below, but it was to annihilate such a thing against the sky.

Looking at the purple thunder, the face of the heavenly saint changed, although he had thought about the power of the thunder of heavenly punishment, but he never knew that the thunder of heavenly punishment could be so strong, that thunder, I am afraid that it is no less than the saint to use the spirit treasure, and hit it with all his strength, in the present, I am confident that I can take this thunder safe and sound, I am afraid that only the Taishang Laozi, who has two supreme treasure talismans, can do it.

The other saints, even if they took it, suffered a lot of damage.

In the face of such a terrifying blow, Pingxin Niangniang's face did not change, she stretched out her hand, and saw that in the palm of her hand, a gray breath rose to the sky and fell on the thunder.

"How is it possible?" Seeing this scene, all the holy tools were shocked, you know, even Lao Tzu's two supreme treasures came out, and they could only resist the thunder, how could the thunder be annihilated?

Just as he was surprised, he saw that the thunder also smashed the gray breath, revealing its true face, but it was a simple and unpretentious, natural palace.

"Pangu Palace!"

Looking at this palace, the saints suddenly understood why Ping Xin Niangniang was so confident, it turned out that it was because of this treasure.

But it is said that back then, Pangu opened the heavens and fell and gave up his body to transform all things, among them, the head of Pangu was turned into a quaint palace, which was in the hands of the twelve ancestors, this palace, also known as the ancestral witch hall, was the place where the twelve ancestors and witches gathered and made decisions, covering up the heavenly machine, and having its own wonderful use, it was a saint, and it was difficult to see the slightest bit of it, but this thing has always been a place where the witches gathered, and it has never revealed its magical powers, and it is a saint of the heavens, and it does not know its power.

However, since it is related to Pangu and belongs to the head of the human head, no matter how powerful it is, it is not too much.