Chapter 138 Hou Tu’s Journey to the Wilderness (Third Update)
In the ancient times, after the war between humans, demons, and witches, the three clans were broken apart, catastrophes came from the sky, and disasters continued. The ancient times were reshuffled and the forces were redivided.
The ancient world fell into a strange calm for a while, and thousands of years passed by in a blink of an eye, like a dog in the white clouds.
During this peaceful millennium, the ancient land could not afford to kill and fight. After all, after the war between the three tribes, all three tribes were defeated and needed time to recuperate and regain their fighting strength.
Other ethnic groups also suffered a lot due to disasters from heaven and needed to focus on development. Everything was calm but unusual, as if something big was about to happen.
On this day, in the ancient starry sky and above the heaven, evil spirits suddenly surged, murderous intent surged, and evil aura surged.
Everything is so extraordinary.
All living beings in the ancient world knew that it represented the Demon Clan Emperor Jun, who had been refined into a sword that could shake the flesh of the ancestral witch.
The most dangerous weapon, the witch-slaying sword!
When the sword was formed, murderous intent surged, but in an instant, it restrained itself, waiting for the sword to be unsheathed and slaughter the ancestral witch to prove his name!
In the same year, a shocking evil aura surged into the Pangu Palace. Twelve evil creatures soared into the sky and turned into twelve huge ominous flags. Each flag had the image of an ancestral witch on it. One look at it and you knew it was something dangerous.
A very dangerous thing, the demon-slaying flag!
After the war, the two Lich clans naturally stopped killing humans, but they thought of other ways to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword and Demon-Slaying Banner.
For example, half of the demon clan's witch-slaying sword was completed before being sacrificed to humans. Later, they saw the power of weak water, and added some weak water to it, as well as precious materials such as sun essence and star essence. Finally, After thousands of years of refining, this fierce sword was finally made.
Of course, human souls still account for a large part of it. Although they could no longer kill people, after this disaster, there were many resentful souls in the wilderness. It just took a little more time, but they still collected enough resentful souls to refine this sword.
As for the Witch Clan's Demon-Slaying Banner, it's even simpler. They had already refined twelve semi-finished products from the human race they had massacred before. Later, they used these twelve semi-finished products to set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Evil Arrays, which were used to contain the endless murderous aura and evil aura between heaven and earth. As long as there was enough evil aura, this The twelve demon-slaying flags can still take shape.
No, after thousands of years of absorption, Twelve Road Yang Fan finally took shape.
The land of the human race, the highest peak of Shouyang Mountain, is the Xuantian Hall of the Martial Palace.
Xuantian raised his head and glanced at the Heavenly Court, and then at the Pangu Palace. There was more than a trace of coldness in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura. He said coldly:
"My human things are not that easy to use. I will ask you to return them sooner or later. Humph!"
After saying that, he glanced at the nine-layered martial pagoda that seemed to have stood for eternity on the top of the mountain. After years of blood sacrifices from countless demon clans and demon kings, plus the sacrifice of an ancestral witch, it was now extremely powerful. Compared with the thirty-three The black and yellow exquisite pagodas on the heaven and earth are no longer weak.
Combining offense and defense, it can absolutely suppress the gods by blocking the gods and killing the Buddhas by blocking the Buddhas. Coupled with the fact that there are hundreds of blood sacrifices from demon kings and demon gods as well as living sacrifices from ancestral witches, this pagoda definitely has natural restraint against the witches and demons.
"Looking forward to the next battle, don't let me down." Xuan Tian murmured in a low voice.
"After next time, the human race will surely rise and dominate the world!"
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The prehistoric era is as silent as ever, but under this calmness there are rapids and undercurrents. The three tribes of humans, witches, and demons are secretly preparing to recuperate, expand their forces, increase their strength, and look forward to the war that follows.
The Houtu tribe of the Wu tribe, the Ancestral Witch Hall.
"Xuan Houyi came to see me!"
A gentle and gentle female voice came out.
In the main hall, Hou Tu frowned, looking rather haggard, and his eyes were full of worry, as if he was in a very bad mood.
"Yes, Master Zuwu."
A wizard shouted outside, and then quickly ran away.
After a while, Hou Yi came to the Ancestral Witch Hall.
"Hou Yi met Hou Tu Zuwu. I wonder what the master Zuwu ordered?"
Hou Yi was tall and handsome, with an animal skin around his waist and a big bow on his back. He looked like a young man. He walked into the hall, knelt down on one knee, and shouted.
"Get up, didn't I tell you, you don't have to be polite."
Hou Tu came back to her senses and glanced at Hou Yi, with a trace of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. Hou Yi was the top witch in her Hou Tu tribe. The strongest witch clan besides her, she could compete with Xing Tian and Xiang Liu. It's comparable, but in the last war, the Great Witch Xiang Liu died, and only Xing Tian was still alive.
The majesty on the back surface returned and he said calmly:
"I want to go out for a while. During this period, I will leave it to you to take care of all the matters in the tribe. Remember to urge them to practice. After all, our witch clan has many enemies."
"Yes, Lord Zuwu." Hou Yi responded respectfully.
"Well, you go ahead!"
"yes!"
After replying, Hou Yi exited the Ancestral Witch Hall, preparing to urge everyone to practice. After all, the Ancestral Witch's orders cannot be violated. At the same time, he also wanted to go back and see Chang'e. Since the last war between the human and witch clans, Hou Yi took Chang'e back to the witch clan.
It is strange to say that although Chang'e has a memory deficit and cannot recall things from the past, she has made rapid progress in practicing human martial arts. Her appearance does not look old at all, and she still looks like a goddess in her twenties.
"Why!"
With a long sigh, since the war between the human race and the witch race, Zhurong ancestral witch and Gonggong were killed by the human race Xuantian, and the Shebi corpse ancestral witch was suppressed by the martial ancestor Xuantian (she didn't know at this time that the ancestral witch had been sacrificed to the pagoda by Xuantian) ), Hou Tu has been in a bad mood, depressed and worried about the future of the Wu clan.
The human race rose rapidly, killing countless monsters and witches, and the number of powerful people in the clan doubled. However, among the witches, their number was very small. Three of the ancestor witches died, including the big witch, the middle witch, and the little witch. There were countless casualties, even fewer now. How to deal with the upcoming war between the three races, and the enemies of the Witch Clan will not only be the Demon Clan, but also face countless strong men from the Human Clan. When she thought of this, she felt worried and didn't know what to do.
Houtu left the tribe alone with his worries and set foot on the ancient land.
Taking one step forward, stopping and walking, she saw countless resentful ghosts under the great tribulation, including humans, demons, and other races. She felt heartbroken when she thought that it was precisely because of the resentment of the human race that the witch clan massacred the human race, and then the ancestral witch fell.
"This peaceful land will soon reignite wars. By then, I don't know how many lives will be lost in the wars?" I think that not long after, endless wars will once again be set off on this beautiful and primitive land. , when the time comes, I am afraid that many living beings will perish on this ancient land, and she will feel heavy in her heart.
The vast earth is stained with blood, how sad it is!
"What should we do with the countless resentful souls, wronged ghosts, and evil ghosts left behind after their death? Are they just allowed to live in this ancient wilderness and dissipate automatically after a few years or turn into evil ghosts and harm the common people?" Hou Tu frowned. , thought secretly.
"Isn't there a place for these dead people to live in this world?"
At this moment, there seemed to be a spiritual light flowing through Hou Tu's heart, as fast as lightning, making it impossible to catch the trace.
"What is it?"