Chapter 206 Yi
Wu Clan, Pangu Palace.
The sound of fierce quarrels continued to come from the hall, and with it came the pressure from the ancestor witches. The idle people of the Wu Clan did not dare to approach at all.
Three thousand miles away from Pangu Palace, thousands of great and small witches were waiting in line for Dijiang to handle affairs.
But helpless against the pressure from the ancestor witches, no one dared to go in and report.
"Boss Xingtian, how long has it been?" A little witch asked a ten-foot-tall man wearing black armor.
The black-armored man was Xingtian, the great witch under Zhurong, the ancestor witch, and the "God of War" of the Wu Clan.
His reputation among the Wu Clan was very loud. He once killed seven Daluo Perfection with a witch and a Gan Qi... He became famous in one battle.
"I'm not here either!" Xing Tian smiled 'shy' and scratched his head:
"But I think it's only recently? Zhu Rong Zu is not that patient."
"Ah." Another eight-armed witch sighed:
"It's been tens of thousands of years, and I don't know what happened to Shebi Shizu."
"Are you from Shebi Shizu's tribe?" A 'dwarf witch' who was less than ten feet tall frowned and said:
"I heard that this incident was caused by Shebi Shizu."
"Who are you, brother?" The witch was stunned.
"My name is Yi." The dwarf witch said lightly.
"So you are Brother Yi from Hou Tuzu's tribe!" The witch bowed his head and clasped his fists:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Yi: "..."
It's quite presumptuous.
There is no one shorter than him in a circle.
Even! The shortest little witch must be ten feet tall.
The great witch scratched his head, and seeing that Yi was unmoved, he asked again:
"Brother Yi, why don't you show your true form? This shapeshifting technique is really powerful!"
How presumptuous!
The veins on Yi's forehead popped up, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"I didn't use the shapeshifting technique, this is my true form."
The eight-armed witch: "..."
The shapeshifting of the witch clan is quite bizarre.
Some may be more special forms, while others are directly Tao bodies, but the proportion is shockingly low, and there are not many in the hundreds of billions of witches.
However, no matter what, they can almost be related to the Tao body, after all, they are the bloodline of Pangu God.
And Yi is the most special great witch of the witch clan today.
He was born with a true Tao body!
Although there are also small witches like this, he is the only great witch.
"Hahahaha." Xing Tian laughed mercilessly: "Yi, I said you are a dwarf witch. How can our witch tribe have a little guy like you." "Humph!" Yi snorted coldly: "So what if I am short? Do you dare to fight?" "I won't fight with you." Xing Tian waved his hand and laughed meanly: "I am afraid that you will be blown away by a breath." Yi hardened his fist: "Do you have the ability to fight with my Kuafu brothers?" "Come on!" Xing Tian laughed loudly: "You Hou Tu tribe is really weird. First, there is Kuafu who has never been able to transform into a shape, and his body is as big as a mountain, and then there is you, a dwarf witch." Yi couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and punched Xing Tian on the knee. "Hiss!" Xing Tian felt pain, his pupils shrank:
"You have no martial ethics!"
"Hmph." Yi landed, turned around, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said in one breath:
"I am small, but I am flexible."
"Well! Two great witch bosses!" A little witch squeezed over, scratched his head and said:
"Our tribe doesn't know where to go hunting recently. Many hunting places before are gone, and no one is alive. Our tribe is about to eat tree bark. What should we do?"
"It's simple." Yi said calmly, then grabbed two stones and threw them into the sky.
As soon as the two stones entered the sky, they rushed like wild horses.
Bang!
There was a sound of collision, and the two stones collided and then dispersed.
The witch tribe was confused and looked at Yi puzzled.
But Yi looked calm.
"Five."
"What are you doing?"
"Four."
"Ah?" Xing Tian was puzzled.
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
As soon as Yi finished speaking, two sounds of breaking through the air were heard.
A void of about three feet collapsed.
A black hole appeared.
The next moment.
Two sheep of about three feet in size that had just entered the immortal level fell in front of everyone.
"Witch clan foul language!" (Automatically translated into "Fuck")
"Witch clan foul language!"
The necks of the two sheep all had wounds from a broken stone.
Yi raised the corners of his lips and chuckled.
"Can it be like this?" Xing Tian's eyes widened:
"How did you do it? Teach me!"
"You?" Yi raised his eyebrows:
"You can't, this is my talent."
After speaking, Yi took out the braised lamb set directly from his bracelet.
Then a fire drilled out of his palm, plucking the hair, burning the fire, and cutting...
After a while.
Pour the fragrant pepper salt of the Houtu tribe...
"Give it"
After a mysterious witch clan language, the aroma of meat filled the air.
The rumbling sound of the stomach and the sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell, never stopping.
"Give me a taste!" Xing Tian raised his hand to grab it, but Yi slapped him back.
"Want to eat it?" Yi chuckled:
"If you want to eat it, go get it yourself? Aren't you big?"
"I was just joking! It doesn't count." Xing Tian said, taking out a 'purple apple' from somewhere, and then reaching for it again.
A certain little witch was completely forgotten in the corner by everyone.
Not to mention the excitement outside, the Pangu Hall was also in full swing.
The twelve ancestral witches sat in a circle, feeling a bit tired at this moment.
"I don't care, I just suggest going to heaven." Zhu Rong said in a hoarse voice, neither humble nor arrogant.
Di Jiang's eyes were full of exhaustion, and the helpless meaning could no longer be erased. He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"How's Shebi's corpse?"
Xuan Ming was slightly startled, then spoke:
"Shebishi...can't wake up for the time being. The true fire of the sun has hurt the source, and he still..."
"What else can he do?" Di Jiang asked.
"He also burned the essence and blood, but..." Xuan Ming lifted Shebishi's arm. The 'white' arm was covered with burning scars, and there was a trace of black energy in it.
"It's just what? Finish speaking." Di Jiang was calm and confident.
Xuan Ming has a black thread:
"His body was too weak when he was burning essence and blood, and he was poisoned by his own poison. The true fire of the sun plus his original poison almost tortured him to death."
Well, I really wanted to laugh, and Gonggong said he was almost laughing.
However, you must hold back at this time!
After all, it was about my younger brother's life, so it was no longer something to laugh about.
"I come!"
Gonggong waved his hand, stood up, and walked towards Shebi's corpse.
A ball of 'Three Light Divine Water' appeared in his hand, and he stuffed it into Shebishi's mouth.
"Is it enough? Is it enough, brother?"
Gonggong stuffed a ball in, followed by another:
"It's not enough. Oh, it's enough."
"Brother Gonggong, stop it!" Hou Tu quickly stopped him:
"Don't do too much at once, this thing is very precious."
"It's okay." Gonggong sneered:
"As much as he eats from me, he will have to spit it out for me when the time comes."