Chapter 9 Heart of Pangu

The noise of eleven ancestral witches made Zhang Han, who was lying in the arms of the back of the earth, gasp in his heart. He thought to himself that he could not pretend. If he pretended, he was afraid that he would be torn by these ancestral witches. He stood up quickly. The smoothness of his movements absolutely made the current gymnastics champion ashamed, and also made the twelve ancestor witch stunned. Ah! In the ancestral witch hall, the twelve ancestral witches were surrounded. Why did they say that they were surrounded? Because the twelve ancestral witches just surrounded Zhang Han in the middle.

"Guys, don't look at me like that. Although I'm handsome, I will be shy," Zhang Han said with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Kid, that's good. Even our local girls dare to eat tofu. I'm optimistic about you," Zhu Rong said to Zhang Han with a treacherous smile. Zhu Rong's Taoist friend laughed." Zhang Han smiled dryly. He is really shameless. He is also a Honghuang antique-level guy. He didn't expect to make such a scene. How can we be embarrassed!

"Okay, boy, tell me, what are you here for? What's the purpose?" Zhu Jiuyin, who had been silent for a long time, said. Other ancestral witches listened to Zhu Jiuyin's words and were also honest. After all, Zhu Jiuyin was second only to Dijiang in the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, Zhang Han also trembled and secretly said, "I'm finally relieved." He reasoned his thoughts and said, "Guys, I don't know how you feel about us?" Feeling? Boy, do you really want to be my brother-in-law?" As soon as Zhang Han finished speaking, Zhu Rong coaxed. The ancestral witches next to him also looked at Zhang Han with a strange face, especially Hou Tu, whose face turned red to a monkey's buttocks.

Zhu Rong's words made Zhang Han almost spit blood. He is also a person in the era of Pangu. Today, he not only was called a boy twice in a row, but also became an apprentice by others. I have to say, depressed! Depressed is depressing. What should be explained is still to explain! After softening the painful forehead, he said, "What I want to say is, don't you feel that I'm different from others? Or do you have a special feeling about me?"

Zhu Rong was not making trouble this time. The Twelve Zu Wu knew that since Zhang Han repeatedly raised this question, there must be a reason. They all bowed their heads and thought. I know that when the voice was silent, a weak voice seemed to be like a beacon in the dark, illuminating the way forward.

"Sister Houtu, do you know? Then tell me, what's the difference between this guy?" Zhang Han looked back and saw what Zhu Rong said again. This made Zhang Han couldn't help muttering to himself, are these fire guys all impatient? Hou Tu didn't say much. He cursed his eyebrows and said directly, "Brothers, do you think there is a familiar and intimate feeling when you look at this guy?" After listening to Hou Tu's words, the rest of the eleven ancestors suddenly realized that, yes, everyone felt that this guy was a little strange. Now they know because of the breath of this guy, a familiar breath.

Thinking of the twelve ancestral witches, he stared at Zhang Han fiercely. Taking a deep breath, Di Jun, as the boss, asked, "Xuanqing Taoist friend, who are you? Why do you make us feel kind? Are you also transformed by the blood of the Father? Isn't it true? These are the twelve of us who are transformed by the blood of the Father? Please ask Taoist friends to solve the puzzles." The Twelve Ancestor Witch also stared at Zhang Han nervously. Zhang Han looked at the twenty-four pairs of eyes around him and stared at him without being nervous. He smiled and said, "Guys, who I am is actually very simple. I think there is a scene of Pangu's loss in your memory! I'm just one of the four yuan gods."

"Oh........ It turned out to be transformed by the Father. No wonder it feels familiar and kind. Unfortunately, I thought we would have another brother!" After listening to Zhang Han's words, all the twelve ancestors and witches suddenly realized that they all have inheritance memories, and they also know that Pangu Yuanshen is divided into four, but they have never seen it. As soon as Zhang Han said it today, he also understood everything. After understanding Zhang Han's identity, Zhang Han's eyes were much softer. After all, everyone was transformed by Pangu, and he was still alone in those years.

"Xuanqing Taoist friend, I don't think you are just in shape, are you? Since you haven't come to us for so many years, there must be something wrong with you!" Just when Zhang Han wanted to have a good time with the twelve ancestors, a cold voice came out of Xuan Ming's mouth.

"Well..." Even if he is as thick-skinned as Zhang Han, he is rarely blushed once when he is said by Xuan Ming. "Ha ha, Xuan Ming's Taoist friend is right. I'm here this time, I'm asking for something." Now that people have said it, Zhang Han is not ready to go around the circle and directly indicate his intention. Then may I ask why Taoist friends came here? As long as we can, we will never refuse." Zhang Han knew as soon as he heard that it was what Dijiang said. This Dijiang is also a smart man. Do you think there are still things that the witches can't do in the wilderness now? It's nothing more than what I can do. I'm willing to help, but I can do what I can. I don't want to help. That is, I can't do it. It's worthy of being the boss of the witch clan. Zhang Han didn't have a little admiration for Di Jiang.

However, I admire it. I still have to do what I just did. Looking at the twelve ancestral witches, Zhang Han spit out four words "Pangu's heart". Just when Zhang Han said Pangu's heart, Zhang Han felt that the temperature in the ancestral witch hall suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees. The way the Twelve witches looked at him became less friendly.

Seeing this, Zhang Han couldn't help smiling bitterly. He also knew that Pangu was a father and a god for the witch. Pangu died, and the heart of Pangu is the sustenance of the witch clan and everything about the witch clan. It is normal for the witch clan to be cautious. The witch clan is Pangu's direct bloodline. As a last resort, Zhang Han really doesn't want to make his relationship with the witch clan so stiff.

Zhang Han, who figured it out, cheered up again and said, "Dear Taoist friends, I just want to use Pangu's heart to understand and ensure that I don't lose anything. I am also willing to share it with the witches." The twelve ancestral witch listened to Zhang Han's words and was silent, and each witches turned their eyes to the boss. Zhang Han found that the ancestral witches looked at Dijiang, and also knew that this time it was not possible to rely on Dijiang, and he also looked at Dijiang nervously.

Di Jiang felt that all the eyes in the hall were focused on him, and he couldn't help but have a headache. He pondered for a while and looked up at Zhang Han and said, "Xuanqing Taoist friend, my witch has agreed. I hope the Taoist friend can keep his promise." After saying that, Di Jiang was still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Big brother..." The rest of the ancestors and witches were all shocked, and Zhu Rong and Gong Gong stood up. Dijiang's hand blocked "I have made up my mind, and Pangu's heart is enlightened by Xuanqing's Taoist friends." In the face of the strength of the emperor's ancestral witch, the rest of the ancestral witches were also silent. Emperor Jiang was the boss of the ancestral witch. He had the absolute right to make decisions, and other ancestral witches also believed that Dijiang would not do anything to harm the witches.

Zhang Han, who was beside him, listened to Di Jiang's words. He stood up in surprise and bowed to Di Jiang and said, "There are more Taoist friends." Di Jiang also smiled and saluted Zhang Han. Without talking nonsense, he took Zhang Han into the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhang Han only felt that the atmosphere of chaos had increased, which almost reached the density in the chaos of that year. Zhang Han looked at the whole hall and almost didn't call out. The whole hall was actually a chaotic space, gray, which made Zhang Han feel as if he had returned to chaos. He calmed down the surprise in his heart and calmed down and began to observe the whole space. Although the whole space is like Hongmeng, it also has differences. First of all, the chaotic atmosphere in the space is not as dense as Hongmeng. In addition, Zhang Han found that there was a core in this space. This discovery really surprised Zhang Han.

You should know that as far as Zhang Han's observation is concerned, this space was opened up by a person with great magical power. As for who was the first natural Pangu that Zhang Han thought, but he thought that when he was reincarnated, Pangu did not explain? Even this is not recorded in the inheritance, so this space cannot be opened up by Pangu.

However, this space still exists, which can only be said to be that there is one thing that maintains the balance of space. Zhang Han calculated that the treasure that can maintain this space consumption must be at least the first-level treasure of his Xuanhuang Pagoda. However, thinking that this treasure is the heart of Pangu, the heart is balanced. After all, the heart of Pangu is It doesn't use as many seconds as the Xuanhuang Pagoda. However, this also surprised Zhang Han, and he couldn't help but face up to the strength of the witch again. Zhang Han calmed down the shock in his heart. He turned his head to Dijiang and said with a little nostalgic tone, "Taoist friend, this is really a treasure." Indeed, Zhang Han remembered the chaotic time in the past, so he missed it.

Dijiang heard the nostalgia in Zhang Han's tone, but he did not delve into it. He smiled and said, "My Taoist friends praised it. It is also thanks to the gift of God the Father to have this treasure." Zhang Han listened to Dijiang's words full of respect for Pangu, and he couldn't help nodding in his heart. This witch is really obsessed with Pangu!

"Taoist friend, this is Pangu's heart. You can understand it! But please remember the promise and don't hurt Pangu's heart, otherwise the witch and Taoist friends will not die," Di Jiang pointed to a heart-shaped organ in front of him and said to Zhang Han. Zhang Han didn't care about Di Jiang's words. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely remember it."

"Well" Di Jiang was very satisfied with Zhang Han's attitude, nodded and went out.