Chapter 178

After Qingtian left Kunlun Mountain, he made a space jump to the place where the twelve ancestors and witches discussed together, and also passed the voice to the twelve ancestors and witch. And the twelve ancestral witches felt very incredible. The cultivation of the sub-saints such as themselves could be passed on to themselves silently. Is it possible that those saints could not do it? Thinking that the twelve ancestral witches also came to the place of discussion together.

Looking at the appearance of the eleven ancestral witches in front of him, Qing Tian smiled and said, "I won't eat you. Why am I so afraid of me?" At this time, Hou Tu, who came late, saw Qingtian holding against eleven ancestral witches, and was immediately shocked and said, "Qingtian Taoist friend, why are you here?" Brother and sister, don't worry. This is a green saint. I told you, don't worry.

The remaining eleven ancestral witches immediately arched their hands and said, "I have seen the green saint."

Qingtian waved his hand and held everyone up and said, "You don't need to be polite, but this time I'm looking for you."

Hou Tu was a little puzzled and said, "Qingtian Taoist friend, with your strength, does anyone dare to disobey the meaning of the saint? And even if there is, I'm afraid we can't deal with it!" With that, everyone looked at the blue sky.

Qingtian waved his hand and said, "This is not a fight. I came to you this time to ask you for a few things, but I'm not here to fight."

When Hou Tu heard the words, he suddenly said generously, "As long as it's my witch's stuff, you can take it if you like it."

Qingtian shook his head and said, "This is not an ordinary thing. What I want is the practice of the flesh of the Pangu god and a drop of blood from your twelve ancestors."

"What, this," without waiting for Hou Tu to speak again, Zhu Rong, who was beside him, suddenly said angrily, "It's impossible. The cultivation method of God the Father can't be given to you, and the blood of our twelve witches can't be given to you. You'd better die!" The other ten ancestral witches also stared at the blue sky with murderous eyes.

Qingtian was not angry when he saw this. He just looked at the back soil in front of him and said, "These things are not for me. After all, I have successfully proved that although Pangu's blood is good, it is of little use to me. Let's do this! In the future, your witch can always occupy one-third of the luck of the world. What do you think?

Zhu Rong, who was beside him, became angry again. "How can you curse my witch clan so much? My witch clan now occupies half of the luck of the flood and famine, but you have one-third of your luck. How on earth are you at ease?"

Qingtian suddenly snorted coldly, "Noise." With a big hand, the eleven ancestral witches suddenly froze all over and could no longer move at all.

Hou Tu hurriedly said, "Don't hurt them. You let me think about it."

Qingtian shook his head slightly and smiled, "They are fine. I just gave them up and didn't hurt them." With that, Qingtian waved his hand to remove the spell.

Eleven ancestral witches did not get angry after being released from the magic, but looked at the blue sky with a frightened face. After all, their twelve ancestral witches have not been as afraid of the saints as Di Jun and others, because they believe that the battle of the gods laid by themselves and others can completely fight against the saints, and even stronger. . But now in the face of Qingtian, not to mention summoning Pangu's real body, I'm afraid that he will be killed directly if he doesn't even have time to set up the array, so eleven ancestors and witches all look at Qingtian with fear.

Qingtian looked at them and said indifferently, "The capital of your twelve ancestors is very powerful. If you summon Pangu's real body, even I may not be able to win him in a short time. But the shortcomings of your great power are also obvious, that is, your strength is too weak. If you fight against a saint, your mana is not enough to exert the strength of Pangu Kaitian, and your mana will also be consumed extremely quickly. As for the endless mana of the saint, it can completely consume you to death. Moreover, saints are not as simple as you think. With that, Qingtian sighed slightly.

The harvest in the ancestral witch was a little disapproving and said, "Even if it is Hongjun, we are just at a disadvantage and have not been completely defeated. As for other saints, are they better than Hongjun?"

Qingtian snorted coldly, "What do you know? Last time Hongjun played against you, I'm afraid that he didn't even give full play to one tenth of his strength. You didn't find that he has been using his own power from beginning to end, and has never mobilized the power of heaven. He is the spokesperson of heaven. If he can't mobilize the power of heaven, I'm afraid even you won't reply! And if it hadn't been for me to check and balance with him, I'm afraid you are still healing now!"

Many Zu Wu suddenly lowered their heads and said nothing. After all, Qingtian's words really hit them a little hard. Later, when Tu saw that his brothers and sisters were all self-reproached, he suddenly changed the topic and said, "I don't know why Qingtian Taoist friends allowed my witches to take charge of one-third of the luck of the flood and famine. What will happen to my witch clan in the future, which will lead to the decline of my witch clan. The rest of the ancestors also looked at the blue sky nervously when they heard the words.

Qingtian pondered for a moment and said, "You will all know about this matter in the future, and I won't hide it. At the time of the great disaster of heaven and earth, the chaotic demon Lucifa led his troops to invade. Although he was repulsed by us, he would definitely come to the flood to seize his origin. This time, we learned from Tianji that a vast world that is not lower than the flood world is also constantly coming to the flood world from the depths of chaos. Among them is also a strong man at the level of heaven. I think this must be a reinforcement brought by Lucifa. And the demon god of a different world invaded the Honghuang Continent. At that time, as a descendant of Pangu, if you don't take action, you will definitely be laughed at by everyone. But if you take action, the witch will definitely be killed and injured when resisting a different world. At that time, I'm afraid that you witch will not be able to take charge of today's Honghuang mainland.

The Twelve Ancestral witches suddenly became silent when they heard the words. After all, they still know a little about the great disaster of heaven and earth, and the great disaster of heaven and earth is not so easy to pass. Just like after the last great disaster of heaven and earth, there were only eleven people who could handle it in the flood and famine. There was no monks in the two realms of Daluo and Zhunsheng. All of them are dead, from which we can see the horror of the great disaster of heaven and earth.

Soon Hou Tu raised his head and said, "Qingtian Taoist friend, I agree to your terms, but Taoist friend can't go back on your word."

Qingtian smiled and said, "I will never repent. In the future, even at the most depressed time, the witches will definitely be able to take charge of one-third of the luck of the flood and famine. This is my guarantee. If anyone dares to destroy it, let him disappear completely from the world." Speaking of this, a strong murderous intention flashed in Qingtian's eyes.

Seeing that, Tu suddenly said, "So, this is for Taoist friends." With that, Hou Tu pointed to his forehead, and a relatively oval yellow photosphere appeared in his hand. At the same time, a drop of blood exuding the endless smell of the earth suspended in front of the blue sky. After finishing all this, Hou Tu's face suddenly turned pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and it seemed that he would faint the next second.

When Qingtian saw this, he suddenly pointed with his big hand, and a force containing the law of creation instantly entered the body of the back soil. With the help of the law of creation, Hou Tu's face quickly became much better. Although he did not recover to his previous spirit, his face was at least not so ugly.

The remaining eleven ancestors saw that Houtu had decided, and immediately took out a drop of blood and the art of body refining inherited from Pangu. Qingtian also helped them stabilize their situation, and then left.