When Hou Tu heard this, his eyelids jumped sharply and he said: "If the Taoist master insists on having his own way, just take me down. Although Hou Tu is not an opponent, even if he is suppressed, ten brothers and sisters will arrive immediately, and Brother Di Jiang will also be there at this time.

It’s time to go to Kunlun Mountain.

Qing Ling narrowed his eyes, "Houtu Zuwu thinks Sanqing will take action against me?"

"That's not necessarily the case. It's just that even if the Sanqing doesn't take action because of your Pangu luck, I will definitely stop the Four Emperors because of the Taiji Dao dispute. The Three Qings will become one, and the demon clan will be held back. Thousands of people in our clan will be held back.

No matter whether it is to massacre the demon clan or attack Jianmu, all three will suffer losses!" Hou Tu stared at him and spoke out the plan he had prepared word for word.

Qing Ling did not answer the question, but said directly: "Fifteen drops! Not even one drop will do." Upon seeing this, Hou Tu breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she never wanted the matter to get to the worst point.

"And the head of Shebishi, plus Jumang, fifteen drops!"

Qing Ling sneered, "Fifteen drops of Pangu's blood, just for two ancestral wizards, is the limit!

"What two ancestral witches?" Hou Tu was startled and immediately took one step to retreat. She only thought about planning to save people, but she did not expect that as soon as she stepped on Jianmu, she would become the opponent's bargaining chip.

It's a pity that her reaction was already a step too late, or in other words, no matter how the Wu clan planned it, they had already fallen into the trap when they sent people to exchange.

Qing Ling stretched out her hand to touch the starry sky below her, and the sea of ​​stars in the sky suddenly shone, and thousands of stars were spinning, moving the sky, the art of grafting and moving the wood, suppressing it out of thin air!

The weight of the thirty-first heaven was transferred to Hou Tu out of thin air, and even the ancestral witch's true body was suppressed and fell to the land of Du Guang before he could use it.

Qing Ling glanced at the panicked Gou Mang and said: "Although no one went back to deliver the message, the twelve ancestral witches are connected by heart, and I think the other ten also know it.

Bring fifteen drops of Pangu's blood in exchange for the two ancestral witches."

At the same moment, in the Pangu Palace, the nine ancestral witches were all furious. They were only thinking about whether Qing Ling would agree or not, but they did not expect that he was just fishing, and the witch clan was caught again by Hou Tu, an indispensable person.

Qing Ling never thought that he could take away thirty-six drops of Pangu's blood. Even three or five drops were enough for him to replace him.

It’s just that he asked for a price that was high as soon as he opened his mouth. Even if he cut it in half, the Wu Clan would never agree. But now that Hou Tuzu Wu is here, these fifteen drops of Pangu’s blood will have to be agreed even if the Wu Clan doesn’t agree.

On Kunlun Mountain, Di Jiang stepped out and looked in the direction of Jianmu, his eyes filled with anger. But when he thought of what Sanqing said in Kunlun Mountain, his eyes turned cold. The future is bright!

When Di Jiang returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall, the nine Ancestral Witches all looked at him, waiting to make up their minds.

Di Jiang is the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the emperor of the Wu Clan. He has the greatest say in the Twelve Ancestral Witches, followed by Hou Tu, then Zhu Jiuyin, and the other three Ancestral Witches of Feng, Water and Fire.

Finally, there are the other six ancestral witches.

Di Jiang looked at the brothers and little sister Xuan Ming, and sighed: "Take fifteen drops of the blood of God Father, and in exchange for the return of Tu sister and fifth brother."

"What! Did we just suffer the loss of being dumb?" Gonggong said angrily.

"Brother, let's just cut off his Jianmu and destroy him!" Zhu Rong said aggressively. Di Jiang frowned and said, "Shut up! Don't you even listen to what I say?"

The resentment and injustice of the nine ancestral witches were suppressed.

Di Jiang then said slowly: "Oh, if he wants the blood of God the Father, he must live to enjoy it! Not only must we give it to him, but we must also give him three drops of the essence of blood!"

"Brother! How can this be done?" Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but tried to dissuade him.

Piao Shou also shouted: "Yes, big brother, the blood of Father God can only belong to our witch clan!"

"Don't worry," Di Jiang waved his hand to stop a few people, "Liao Shou also said that the blood of Father God can only belong to my witch clan. How can I be alone if I take advantage of my witch clan?'

Xuan Ming was startled: "Brother, do you want to assimilate this person?"

"That's right! If this person has the essence and blood, he will definitely use it for construction or himself. When the time comes, we will stimulate Father God's heart and help him transform into a witch. Even if he has Father God's essence and blood, he can only be a great witch.

Will be limited by our ancestral shaman status

Di Jiang had a long and detailed talk with the ancestral shamans in Pangu Palace, but no one knew about it.

Du Guang and Qing Ling walked down Jianmu and were having an unknown conversation with the suppressed Hou Tu.

"Hou Tu," Qing Ling's face was not plain, only solemn, "Do you still remember what I said back then, the authentic thing?'

Although Hou Tu was surprised by his solemnity, he still didn't want to talk to him anymore because he was being plotted.

"You are the ancestral witch of the earth. In addition to the luck of Pangu and the witch clan, you were born with 10% of the luck of the earth. Did you know?" Qing Ling looked at Hou Tu intently and said bluntly.

"You, the witch clan, have not cultivated their souls and have no soul. Have you ever thought of a way out if the witch clan declines one day?"

"Although your witch clan's physical body is strong, you cannot physically prove the Hunyuan. This is a natural fetter. Have you ever thought about how the witch clan will deal with itself after the Six Saints become saints?'

Hou Tu was stopped by Qing Ling's words and asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Because although I am the master of the tunnel, I can only be regarded as the first one, the beginning of the tunnel. This is the limit of my power. In the future, there will be successors to the tunnel!"

"Are you attracted to me?" Hou Tu chuckled softly: "Yao Ancestor should give up on this idea, unless I, Hou Tu, will no longer be a witch one day!

The Wu Clan still needs me. Without me, it will be difficult for the Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Formation to form. How will the hundreds of millions of people of the Wu Clan survive?

Although the creatures in heaven and earth suffer from the incompleteness of the earth, and although I have a heart to care about the common people, I am first an ancestral shaman and then a descendant.

The hundreds of millions of people in the Wu clan are all my children. I am their mother, and my ten elder brothers are their father. Parents love their sons, and their plans are far-reaching.

I am the ancestral witch and Houtu, and I have personal interests in the witch clan. Even if I have the will of heaven in my heart and the will of heaven and earth as a metaphor, I will not consider the so-called authentic way.

Qing Ling couldn't help but feel confused. He originally thought that the will of the future was unknown to the earth, but she had already vaguely felt in her heart that the ancestral witch of the earth would naturally have a tendency to have the will of the earth.

However, this is different from the prehistoric events in his memory.

Qing Ling turned around and left. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized!

Because of this prehistoric period, he has indeed undergone a big change!

During the Lich World War II, Nuwa should have become a saint, but until now, she has not become a saint. If only Nuwa is slow, then all the six saints will be slow.

The reason lies within myself!

Tracing its roots back to ancient times.

If Qingling had not been born, the Snake Clan would have declined. Xishan, the sect of ten thousand snakes, would have been merged into Fengqi Mountain along with Tengshe, and the Snake Clan would have been destined to Nuwa, but with Qingling

Now, the snake clan is divided, Nuwa's luck is divided, and her realm is slowed down.

When the demon tribe was established, the Five Emperors and One Division gave birth to an additional demon ancestor! The merits and fortunes were divided again, and Nuwa's realm was naturally affected by it. The lich had not yet become a saint during the Second World War.

The demon clan without the Hunyuan Saint is not enough to make the Wu clan panic and panic. Hou Tu will naturally not take the risk of joining the tunnel to fight against the demon clan with the presence of the saint. Now Hou Tu still has confidence in defeating the demon clan.

After all, in the two wars between lich and lich, the witch was always victorious and the demon was defeated!

In this way, Hou Tu may be unintentionally telling the truth, and Hou Tu will not abandon the witch clan and join reincarnation until the last moment of the Lich Tribulation.
Chapter completed!