Upon hearing this name, several other ancestral witches looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Seeing his colleagues looking like this, Xuan Ming frowned again: "You won't forget, right?"

"How is that possible?" Wu Jumang, the ancestor of the wood who was responsible for intelligence liaison, shook his head, "This woman was once the target of the master's special instructions. The power of blood in her body is indeed very strong."

Hou Tu took a sip of tea lightly and continued: "The empress made her with her own hands, and she also received essence and blood as a gift. She is much stronger than the average human race."

"That's right." Xuan Ming nodded, "Although we are no longer in the same camp as the empress, I have to say that the empress is worthy of being the empress. Even if she is trapped, she can detect the master's actions in advance and cast a part of the 'people' with her own hands.

I went to the Illusory Great Thousand to cultivate them secretly and prevent the progress of the master's plan."

Gonggong smiled disdainfully: "It's a pity that the empress underestimated the strength of the master. She didn't know that the master had known about her methods for a long time. The empress thought she was hiding deeply, but she didn't know that the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind."

"Imagining that you can use your own power to help the building collapse, even the empress... is still stupid." Wu Xizi, the ancestor of electricity, also said contemptuously, "If the emperor of Tianyu hadn't noticed something, he would have personally destroyed their

My son has been sent to the Lingxuan world, and I can take care of it if the master doesn’t worry about it at all.”

The defeat in Huaxu Continent was really a stain on his life.

Originally, he only needed to collect all the power of luck and transfer it to the Witch Clan. Then he could go to the Wanling Continent and reincarnate like this, causing the Lingxuan World to automatically collapse and the creatures on it to have no support. Naturally,

will die automatically.

But it’s a coincidence!

On that day, the Young Master of the Territory wanted to come out to stop him. Not only did he steal his luck, but he also forced him to leave Huaxu Continent. He eventually returned home in vain, causing him to recuperate for a long time after he came back, and was hurt by his master again.

Scolded.

He is so angry!

"If your Majesty wants to use people from the God Clan to deal with us, we can naturally deal with Honghuang in turn." Xuan Ming said coldly, "That's why Master brought many people with the blood of the Demon God before destroying the Wanling Continent.

person."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches know this very well.

Nuwa loved people and practiced the way of great love. She could not watch them destroy the ancient wilderness and kill all living beings, so she had a backup plan to prepare for future contingencies.

Not only did she create humans with her own blood essence, but she also collected the essence and blood of many other innate or acquired demon gods to create various "people" with the blood of demon gods.

This is also the reason why there are so many people with the blood of the Demon God in Wanling Continent. They do not really have the inheritance of the Demon God, they are just created by Nuwa with the help of blood essence.

Therefore, the gods also have the largest number of people.

Among these gods, Changyi’s bloodline is the most powerful.

The master also said that although Nuwa was imprisoned, because she was ranked second in strength among the saints of heaven, she could only trap herself, but not her spiritual thoughts and other actions.

There is an opportunity to take advantage of.

But fortunately, any energy in the prison cannot be regenerated. Every time Nuwa consumes a part of her spiritual power, the power of her soul, etc., she will become a lot weaker, until she becomes a "waste" with no cultivation and no energy.

Xuan Ming vaguely remembered that just a few years ago, the master said that Nuwa used another energy for some unknown reason. This energy was the only one she had left. Now Nuwa has no ability to move.

As long as they eliminate all the back-ups left by Nuwa, no matter how powerful Nuwa is, she will never be able to recover!

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not actually know that the Wanling Continent was formed from the fragments of the continent after the original prehistoric period was shattered, nor did they know that time had flowed backwards in the prehistoric period.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches only thought that the Wanling Continent was a continent specifically created by Nuwa using the Law of Creation. She created many creatures on it and sent them to the illusory universe to prevent them from discovering it.

"I agree, Chang Yi is a good candidate." Hou Tu said calmly, "She can take Qiang Liang's place."

"Yes." Xuan Ming nodded slightly, "Qiang Liang is the ancestral wizard of thunder. I also remember that the empress has a divine thunder of creation, which is stronger than the master's Yuqing divine thunder."

"I have no objection." Gonggong shrugged, "I just want to know who else do you want to choose to replace Zhu Rong?"

"Zhu Rong has to find a fire cultivator to replace him." Xuan Ming said, "There is also a person named 'Tian Huan' who controls the true fire of Samadhi."

As soon as these words came out, Gonggong was stunned: "Samadhi True Fire? This is impossible! Even Zhu Rong has never controlled an original fire!"

The ten original fires were born from the fire of chaos, but they also exist apart from the fire of chaos. The original source is the root of things.

According to the laws of heaven and earth, the original fire cannot be controlled by one person, unless it is similar to Yuan Feng's Nirvana Fire, or Taiyi Emperor Jun's True Fire of the Sun.

"The master is also a little surprised by this." Xuan Ming said, "I looked at Tian Huan. His bloodline power comes from a demon who is not even the Taiyi Golden Immortal. He is humble. The master guessed that someone was helping him.

Tamed the true fire of samadhi."

"!"

At this time, even Hou Tu couldn't help being surprised: "Tame the true fire of Samadhi?"

"Yes." Xuan Ming's eyes were heavy, "So, even if the power of his bloodline is not strong, after controlling the Samadhi True Fire, his strength has greatly increased, and the master will bring him to the prehistoric era."

Hou Tu was silent for a few seconds: "In this case, he can indeed take Zhu Rong's place."

Cultivation is nothing, the master can help improve it.

"All that's left now is..." Xuan Ming was talking, but a sudden burst of depressed energy rushed up, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Under the surprised gazes of all the ancestral witches, Xuan Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with some embarrassment, his eyes extremely gloomy.

Damn it!

The energy that fell on him in that calamity has not been eliminated to this day. Not only has his cultivation been greatly reduced, but also disasters have fallen on his body.

Patriarch Bodhi's vision is indeed as vicious as ever, and each of his apprentices is more powerful than the last.

A stone monkey, Taiyi Golden Immortal, fought against the heavens alone when he was at his peak, and this brat... no, that yellow-haired girl was just a true immortal crossing the Golden Immortal's calamity. She was able to cause such harm to him, which was simply beyond his expectation.

.

Gonggong was a little gloating about the misfortune, but he said on his face: "Isn't it right, brother Xuanming, the master has already treated your injuries, but you still haven't recovered?"

Hou Tu said coldly: "Gonggong, don't you know that for us, the law of heaven is the biggest enemy? Why don't you give it a try?"

At the beginning, Heaven had an idea and sent down a calamity, and they had to die.

The catastrophe was also brought down by heaven, and the power contained in it would naturally do great harm to them.

As soon as Hou Tu opened his mouth, Gonggong suddenly did not dare to speak.

Xuan Ming took an elixir and regained some color on his face: "I have two candidates for this third person. One is named 'Chu Shang'. He doesn't have the power of blood, but he has the same power as us.

The power of the same origin.”

"Hmm——?" Hou Tu's eyes became sharper, "What's going on?"

Xuan Ming smiled faintly: "It should be because he has been contaminated with demonic energy or is related to the person who was planted with demonic seeds."

Hou Tu closed his eyes and rubbed his teacup: "What about the second candidate?"

"The second one's name is 'Muchen Bai'. It turns out that he was not brought here by the master on his own initiative."

Leave it there."

"But his strength is not bad. He is good at swordsmanship, so he can make up for Di Jiang's position."

Di Jiang, the ancestral wizard of space speed.

Di Jiang was also extremely powerful among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but it was a pity that he was destroyed by the Emperor of Heaven himself. Even if Black Mist took action, it would be impossible to resurrect him.

When it comes to this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches dare to get angry but dare not speak out.

Among the four universes, the Great Desolate is adjacent to the Illusory Great Thousand, and the two emperors of Tianyu who control the Illusory Great Thousand do not take care of things, so they choose to go directly to the Wanling Continent.

But who would have known that these "idle" Emperors of the Heaven and Realm would actually come back at the critical moment?

Hou Tu thought for a long time, and finally knocked on the table lightly: "Then bring all the four people you mentioned and see who is more suitable."

"That's what I had in mind, and there's one more thing -" Xuan Ming coughed a few more times, and his voice became colder, "That day in the heaven, the master failed to kill the yellow-haired girl and Nezha, and was killed by the monkey.

If a good thing is ruined, the majesty of heaven will be greatly reduced."

"Master ordered us that even if we can't deal with these three people, we must make them lose their reputation in the Three Realms and make everyone desert them."

Hou Tu's fingers suddenly tightened, and strong hatred overflowed from his eyes: "Where have they gone now?"

Xuan Ming slowly said: "Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood, Asura Clan."

**

"Wow!"

"Clatter, crash, crash -"

The sky and earth are blue, and the rain is pouring.

Mountains and rivers are crumbling, and black clouds are pressing down on the ground.

There was no light, as if all hope had been buried.

Su Qingli's hands were on the ground. She gritted her teeth and held on tightly. She endured the sweetness in her throat and slowly exhaled.

Blood flowed down the wounds on her body, mixed with the rain, and became muddy, dyeing the surrounding ground red, which was shocking.

This was the six hundred and sixty-sixth level. She broke through this level for the first time, but failed miserably.

"Stop struggling, give up." An indifferent voice came from high up, coldly and indifferently, "With your current strength, you can't survive at all. You'd better go back quickly. When you are promoted to Daluo Jinxian in the future, maybe you can try your best.

try."

Su Qingli gritted her teeth and looked up. There was still fog in front of her. Apart from the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, no one could be seen.
To be continued...