Chapter 28: The Ancestral Witch's Mission, the Innate Gourd

Chapter 28: The Ancestral Witch's Mission, the Innate Gourd

The pillar of heaven, Mount Buzhou, connects the nine heavens above and the nine netherworlds below.

The heaven of the future thirty-three days was born above the nine heavens of Mount Buzhou. It is said that the Wu Clan's Ancestral Wu Hall is located in the nine netherworlds below Mount Buzhou.

The place where the turbid air of heaven and earth gathers.

Yang Gui looked at the place where the heaven was located above the top of Mount Buzhou and felt a little funny.

"The demon clan of Emperor Jun and the witch clan of Emperor Jiang, one up and one down, one heaven and one earth."

"It is really ridiculous that the world that was stirred up by the prehistoric world collapsed, and finally both sides were injured and cleared the field for the saints."

The light of the law flashed in his eyes, and Yang Gui flew down Mount Buzhou along the twelve breaths of heaven and earth before.

At this time, twelve huge figures were located in a vast and sacred hall one after another.

It was the twelve ancestors of the Wu Clan!

Emperor Jiang: like a yellow sac, red like cinnabar fire, six feet and four wings, rough and faceless, the ancestor of space speed.

Zhu Jiuyin: human head and dragon body, all red, the ancestor of time.

Tianwu: eight heads and human face, tiger body and eight tails, the ancestor of wind.

Xuanming: human face and bird body, a green snake hanging on each ear, two green snakes under his feet, the ancestor of rain.

Qiangliang: snake in mouth, snake in hand, tiger head and human body, four hoofed feet, long elbows, the ancestor of thunder.

Xizi: human face and bird body, green snake hanging from ear, red snake in hand, the ancestor of lightning.

Shebishi: human face and beast body, dog-like ears, green snake hanging from ear, the ancestor of poison.

Rushou: human face and tiger body, covered with golden scales, wings on shoulder, snake pierced through left ear, two dragons under foot, the ancestor of gold in the west.

Jumang: green as bamboo, bird body and human face, two dragons under foot, the ancestor of wood in the east.

Gonggong: a human body with a python head, covered with black scales, stepping on a black dragon, with a green python wrapped around his hands, the ancestor of water in the north.

Zhurong: a human body with a beast head, covered with red scales, with a fire snake in his ears, stepping on a fire dragon, the ancestor of fire in the south.

Houtu: a human body with a snake tail, seven hands behind his back, two hands in front of his chest, holding a Teng snake in both hands, the ancestor of the central earth.

Among them, the ancestor witch Xuanming and the ancestor witch Houtu transformed the latest and ranked last.

The twelve ancestor witches have different body shapes and huge auras. They are born in the realm of lower Daluo Jinxian.

Among them, Dijiang is even a late Daluo Jinxian.

The fierce aura is all over these ancestor witches, spreading to a radius of one million miles.

"Brothers and sisters, we have transformed today, and the whole world should celebrate!"

Dijiang looked at the eleven figures around him, with joy in his voice, dancing the wings behind him, causing the void to twist.

After billions of years of hard work, the twelve brothers and sisters finally transformed successfully!

"Brother, as the incarnation of the Father God's blood and essence, we are the authentic Pangu, and we should protect this prehistoric land for the Father God!"

The ancestor witch Zhu Rong was surrounded by divine fire, and the little snake under his ears hissed. He looked at the ancestor witches around him and said.

As he spoke, his body transformed into a burly, hot-breathing strong man with red hair.

The other ancestor witches also transformed into innate Taoist bodies and nodded, "It should be so!"

The twelve ancestor witches were transformed from twelve drops of Pangu's blood and essence. They were born sacred and extraordinary, and they naturally recognized Pangu as their father.

Before they transformed, they had already accepted the inherited memory and had some understanding of the prehistoric land.

They also felt the aftermath of the previous battle and the struggle between Taoism and demons.

They were determined to contribute to the prehistoric land and protect the prehistoric land.

Di Jiang paused and said again, "The prehistoric land is extremely mysterious. Not only are there chaotic demons hiding in it, but there are also innate gods emerging one after another. If we want to protect the prehistoric land opened up by the Father God, our strength is not enough."

Hou Tu, the youngest ancestor witch, frowned and said, "It's just that we are born with evil spirits, and we are born with our bodies and souls in our bodies. Without the primordial spirit, we are really at a disadvantage when facing the prehistoric gods."

Family members know their own affairs. The twelve ancestor witches have some Pangu inheritance and are born with knowledge. They have some understanding of cultivation.

Without the primordial spirit, they don't know the secrets of heaven and the destiny of heaven. If they die, they die.

Not as good as other creatures, there is still a chance of reincarnation.

"What are you afraid of! Without the primordial spirit, the inheritance given to us by the Father God is just right!" The ancestor witch Gong Gong shouted loudly, and the sound of water flowing faintly came from his azure hair.

"We are born with the ability to absorb the evil spirits and turbid air from heaven and earth for cultivation. This primitive land vein should be protected by us!" said Zhu Rong, the ancestor of witches.

The ancestor of witches Dijiang nodded, "Let's talk about the matter of the Yuanshen later. Refining the primitive evil spirits and turbid air and stabilizing the primitive land is the mission given to us by the Father God. As the descendants of the Father God, we should do our best!"

"We should practice diligently and never lose the face of the Father God!"

"Yes!"

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Just when the twelve ancestor witches were discussing in the Pangu Temple, Yang Gui, who came down from Buzhou Mountain, stopped in front of a congenital formation.

Looking at the congenital formation in front of him, Yang Gui's face was full of joy, "It's a good omen to meet a treasure when going out!"

The congenital formation attracted the surrounding congenital spiritual energy and hid the main body of the formation in the Buzhou Mountain. If it weren't for Yang Gui's formation, one of the formations was already perfect, it would probably be impossible for other congenital gods to find such a secret formation.

The laws of the formation flowed on Yang Gui's body, and his eyes flashed with golden light.

"Hey! Whatever you think will come true!"

Instantly, he saw the situation in the Xiantian formation.

A thousand-foot gourd vine emitting colorful light, with eight gourds of different colors hanging on it.

Isn't this the Xiantian gourd, one of the ten best spiritual roots he had been thinking about before?

The moment he saw the Xiantian gourd, Yang Gui was a little confused, "Doesn't this Xiantian gourd vine only produce seven gourds? It looks like eight!"

While thinking, he radiated the light of the formation and walked into the Xiantian formation.

In a ripple, he appeared in front of the Xiantian gourd vine.

"There is one more colorful gourd!"

Only after entering the formation did Yang Gui see the specific situation clearly.

A thousand-foot gourd took root on a piece of Xiran, emitting colorful light.

On the gourd vine, there were red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and a colorful gourd in the front row hanging on it.

The colorful gourd is located at the front of the gourd vine, absorbing the power of the origin on the vine, and the colors are bright.

This innate gourd is said to be the chaos gourd in the chaos. Due to the influence of Pangu opening the sky, the origin was damaged and fell into the prehistoric world.

Because of its strong roots, deep origin, or other reasons, it cannot be transformed.

In the end, it can only be divided and pulled by the prehistoric saints and refined into various spiritual treasures.

It is famous in the prehistoric world in later generations.

Yang Gui carefully sensed the innate gourd vine and found a very scary wound at its root.

Looking at it, he almost shed tears.

"The wound left by Pangu's axe!"

The axe light was diffused and the space was distorted.

This is the scar left by Pangu's axe, the artifact of opening the sky.

With such a terrible wound, the origin is almost broken, no wonder it can't give birth to intelligence and transform.

It is lucky that it didn't die.

However, this had no effect on Yang Gui. "I have already obtained two artifacts for creating humans. Now I only need the gourd vine."

"I saw it today, and it should fall into my hands."

After saying that, the power of the law intertwined together, forming a palm of several thousand feet and grabbed it.

Boom!

The ground shook.

The hand of the law was chopped into pieces by an axe light in Yang Gui's astonished eyes.

"This Pangu is so powerful! Just a leftover attack can break my casual attack!"

Yang Gui was amazed.

Is this the power of the Immortal Lord of Hunyuan, the level of the Great Dao?

Looking at the root of the Xiantian gourd vine again, Yang Gui did not rush to attack, "Pangu, Pangu, did you do this intentionally or unintentionally?"

This attack was much stronger than the one that hit him at the beginning.

It seems that the old guy Hongjun also secretly picked a blue gourd. This old guy is calculating unparalleled, and he should know something.

Thinking of this, Yang Gui no longer hesitated, "In this case, I will wait for a while."

"But I will not be polite to those who should be taken!"

Of the eight gourds, only the seven-colored gourd was fully mature, and the other seven were in different states, some were half-ripe, and some were about to mature.

Those half-ripe ones will probably have to wait until the Zixiao Palace preaches to mature.

Yang Gui raised his palm, and a beam of three-light divine water appeared, flew to the root of the Xiantian gourd vine and disappeared, "Since you and I are so predestined, and I picked another gourd from you, this three-light divine water will be regarded as compensation."

After speaking, the hand of law appeared again and grabbed the mature seven-colored gourd.

However, when Yang Gui touched the seven-colored gourd, his face changed.

"What a sneak attack!"