"The majesty of a saint cannot be violated!"

Then, Dongfang Yao turned his head and looked at Kuafu, a 1-foot-sized quadruple, "So, you'd better die!"

With a "bang!", Dongfang Yao finished speaking, and the space where Kuafu was located instantly rioted. Then the Kuafu, who had just been resurrected and had not yet survived, turned into nothingness.

When a saint gets angry, the heaven and earth change in color. Killing a great witch like Kuafu is also an idea.

"No!" Hutu was about to use his magical powers to save Kuafu, but Dongfang Yao was too strong and did not give her any time to react, so Kuafu turned into nothingness.

"Oriental Saint, you..." The holy aura under the face of Empress Houtu no longer exists, only endless coldness.

Just now, Dongfang Yao resurrected Kuafu when he turned his hand, and then killed him with another thought.

Moreover, Dongfang Yao's strength is unfathomable, far exceeding the vision of Empress Houtu.

She was half shocked and half afraid of Dongfang Yao. Looking at Dongfang Yao with a calm expression on his face, Empress Houtu dared not speak out.

Judging from the moment just now, Dongfang Yao is obviously much more powerful than the Taoist in the Yin Dynasty and the Taoist in Zhunti. She fought with the two Western Saints, and the two Western Saints were far less stressful than Dongfang Yao brought to her.

What's the saying? If I hadn't beat you, I would have turned against you, and Empress Hou Tu was in such an embarrassing situation at this time.

Although she is invincible in the underworld, she is as immortal as a saint as a saint, but there is also a limit.

The feeling that Dongfang Yao brought her was very dangerous, and Houtu even suspected that if she fought with Dongfang Yao, the person who died was most likely her.

"Haha." Dongfang Yao showed a row of bright moon-like teeth, not caring about the frost on the face of Queen Houtu, and said, "Fellow Daoist Houtu, this is just a lesson for him, and at the same time let you know that I, Dongfang Yao, can kill me, and can also be resurrected in one thought!"

"The majesty of a saint cannot be provoked. You must be clear about my temper."

"I came to visit you today to ask you for an attitude. If you are willing to cooperate, then resurrecting the Twelve Ancestral Witches will be a matter of my mind."

After saying that, Dongfang Yao looked at Empress Houtu quietly, waiting for her reply.

Everyone is smart, and there are no absolute enemies. As long as the interests are quite good, you can become friends.

However, what Dongfang Yao needs is not friends, but subordinates of the Hunyuan Sect. As long as the world is all over Hunyuan, his goal of dominating the three realms will be achieved.

Hearing Dongfang Yao's words, Empress Houtu's expression eased, and she returned to her holy face and remained silent for a long time.

She knew what Dongfang Yao meant, Dongfang Yao was a saint, and she was a saint who was the only one.

There is no pie falling from the sky in this world. Queen Houtu knows very well that if she wants to resurrect the twelve ancestor witches, she must stand in the same place as Dongfang Yao.

If you receive the great kindness of Dongfang Yao today, you will have endless cause and effect in the future. This is the resurrection of all the ancestor witches of their witch clan at once. What a great kindness?

I'm afraid that the entire witch clan will have to rely on Dongfang Yao to survive, and such a scene is something that Queen Houtu doesn't want to see.

Queen Houtu is a woman with a soft outside and strong inside. Otherwise, she would not have made a great wish to transform into the six realms of reincarnation for the sake of the witch clan.

As her face changed constantly, Empress Houtu smiled and bowed to Dongfang Yao in a gentle tone. Her tone was as gentle as the spring breeze.

"Oriental Saint, I will give the entire Netherworld to the Hunyuan Sect, and I only hope that the Eastern Saint can resurrect the great ancestor witches of our clan. I also hope that the Eastern Saint will be able to fulfill the mercy and fulfill it. I will definitely be grateful."

"I also know that the ancestor witches of our clan are extremely powerful and unruly. Don't worry, I will definitely restrain them from appearing in the Three Realms."

Queen Houtu thought that her reply was perfect, and she even sent out the entire Netherworld.

The underworld is extremely vast, and it is in charge of life and death of all things and is also a treasure land that can continuously obtain luck. It is very generous to be able to make such concessions.

But this sentence was indeed extremely harsh when Dongfang Yao's ears came to Dongfang Yao.

Dongfang Yao's face stagnated, and in an instant, the entire underworld became extremely cold! Countless tornadoes that turned into a tornado that covered the sky and the sun rageed on the vast land of the underworld, and countless dark thunders in the sky kept exploding.

At this moment, countless ghosts lay on the ground again, trembling and panic, making them feel extremely uncomfortable like the sky.

Seeing this, Empress Houtu, who was originally smiling like a flower, began to feel uneasy. She knew that Dongfang Yao was angry!

"Fellow Taoist Houtu, do you think of me as a monkey?" Dongfang Yao said in a cold voice, "Is it enough for you to send me the underworld?"

"I thought you were a very sensible person, but you were too smart, right?"

"I will give you a clear way, lead the underworld and the witch clan into my Hunyuan Sect, and make a vow of heaven, that I will be my Hunyuan Sect forever!"

"Remember, my patience is limited, this is a requirement, not a bargaining with you."

Upon hearing this, the holy face of Empress Houtu exuded a strong bitterness, and she knew it was like this, as she expected.

After the Lich War, he was reincarnated and never appeared in the Three Realms again. Although he was one of the great emperors of the Heavenly Court in name, she never asked about the affairs of the Heavenly Court. She just wanted to protect the underworld and protect the remnants of the Witch Clan.

To be honest, she was very tired. The witch clan could not cultivate the soul and could not attain the saint's Taoist fruit, which tightly restricted her like a shackle.

The Witch Clan is born with a strong body, and its physical body is far stronger than the demon and dragon clan, but the same God is fair to everyone. The upper limit of the Witch Clan is very low and there is no hope of becoming a saint.

She imitated Nuwa's transformation and reincarnation and only had the strength to compete with the saints in the underworld. Although she was also immortal, she was much worse than a real saint.

The witch clan is now expected to be revived. The Queen Houtu doesn't want to miss such an opportunity, but she is very confused about the fact that she wants to surrender to Dongfang Yao forever.

I originally thought that she would give her underworld to Dongfang Yao to exchange for the rejuvenation of the witch clan, but she still underestimated Dongfang Yao too much.

Sure enough, people cannot behave like a person. Dongfang Yao seems to have been a pitiful short period of practice, but he is a real saint and an extremely powerful saint.

According to Dongfang Yao's current style of conduct, he is at least much more open and upright than other saints. Even if he wants to eat their witch clan and the underworld, he is still open and open, not as sinister and cunning as the two Western saints, coaxing and deceiving.

Perhaps...will surrender to Dongfang Yao be a good choice?

In the end, Empress Houtu clenched her silver teeth and made up her mind completely.

"Pu!" With a sound, Empress Houtu knelt down in the void, stretched out her slender jade hand and slapped her towering chest heavily, and a stream of light golden blood floated out of her heart.
Chapter completed!