The Twelve Ancestral Witches did not get up, but hit the chest hard like Empress Houtu. Everyone looked extremely frenzied and they all spoke blood oaths of heaven, saying that they would be loyal to Dongfang Yao forever.

"Okay! My Hunyuan Sect is full of things, and it contains all races in the world. From today on, your witch clan will be blessed by my Dongfang Yao forever! When the three realms of the world will be returned to Hunyuan in the future, it will definitely be the time for your witch clan to rejuvenate!"

The blue color fluttered behind Dongfang Yao, and after he finished speaking, a loud dragon roar came from the entire underworld.

"Roar!" The golden dragon of luck appeared, and behind it was the long river of luck of all races. The most dazzling and wider one was the long river of luck of the human race.

When the ancestor witches saw the dragon of luck, they didn't care about being shocked and discovered the long river belonging to the witch clan, as weak as a trickle.

With the resurrection of the ancestor witches and the great witches, the witch clan's fortune became a little wider, but it was still extremely weak.

A golden light emanated from the dragon's body, and these golden lights immediately fell into the bodies of the ancestor witches present, and everyone was overjoyed!

At this moment, they were blessed by luck! As long as they did not perish in the future, the witch clan would continue to gain luck and would rise again one day.

The lucky dragon disappeared, and the ancestor witches stared at Dongfang Yao in great enthusiasm. They all understood that the witch clan could get so many benefits all attributed to the man in front of them.

The inexplicable expression appeared in the eyes of the Queen Houtu. At this moment, she realized how wise her decision was.

Dongfang Yao did not lie to her. After the Wu clan expressed his support, Dongfang Yao immediately made a promise, allowing the Wu clan to gain luck.

So far, the witch clan has done nothing?

Speaking of which, Dongfang Yao has always been giving, resurrecting the twelve ancestor witches and resurrecting the great witches, allowing the witch clan to receive blessings for luck.

Such a generous and generous style is completely incomparable to those saints who are insidious and cunning all day long.

"Get up!" Looking at the fanatical ancestor witches, Dongfang Yao waved his hand gently, and a gentle force immediately lifted them up.

"Houtu." Dongfang Yao looked at the Empress Houtu on the side, "Do you want to guard the six paths of reincarnation, or do you go back to Longji Mountain with me?"

Now that the entire underworld is all over the Hunyuan Sect, Dongfang Yao is not afraid of anyone coming to the underworld to make trouble. He can reach everywhere in the three realms as long as he thinks. In addition, there will be more and more masters in the Hunyuan Sect, so he is not worried about who will make trouble.

"Sir, please make arrangements, I will listen to you." Hutu said softly.

Deep in the Netherworld, there are still the remains of the Witch Clan. Now the entire Netherworld and the Witch Clan have surrendered to Dongfang Yao. She knew that everything had to be followed by Dongfang Yao, so she didn't dare to say nonsense.

If Dongfang Yao annoyed, he would cry without even crying with a slap.

"Don't be so polite. I'm very easy-going. I won't force myself to do things I don't like." Dongfang Yao smiled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth!

He was right. Not long ago, he sent Dongfang Xuanzang to Beijuluzhou inquiry. He was not strict with the people who really followed him, but he just didn't understand Houtu.

When Empress Houtu heard this, she could only smile embarrassedly. She dared to say more. After all, she had just surrendered to Dongfang Yao, and before that Dongfang Yao was extremely domineering in her heart.

"You all go back to Longji Mountain and go find Sun Wukong and ask Sun Wukong to arrange for you to live on Floating Island!" Dongfang Yao looked at everyone and said.

"Yes!" the ancestor witches nodded.

"I'll go with you to the depths of the Netherworld." Dongfang Yao looked at Houtu. He was going to see the descendants of the Witch Clan that Houtu protected. If possible, Dongfang Yao was going to transfer all the Witch Clan descendants to the Longji Mountain Taoist temple. After all, the environment in the Netherworld is not as good as the Three Realms.

Now that the witch clan has joined itself, it is time for them to reappear in the light of day.

"Yes, sir." Hou Tu nodded happily when he heard this.

"Sir Dongfang, I...I have something to ask for."

Just as Dongfang Yao and Houtu were about to leave, a sound rang out.

"Huh?" Dongfang Yao turned around and looked at the person who was talking. It was Wu Qiangliang, the ancestor of Thunder.

At this time, Qiang Liang's face was hesitant and his expression was a little panicked.

"What's the matter? As long as I can do it, just say it." Dongfang Yao said with a smile when he saw this.

"Sir, I have a sister named Jiufeng, who is also an elite of my witch clan. She was missing after the Lich War broke out in the prehistoric world. I hope my sister can tell me whether she still survives."

"Sister Houtu, Sister Jiufeng is so good. Just beg for the master!" Xuan Ming also spoke.

When Dongfang Yao resurrected the descendants and others, Qiang Liang was very excited, but he did not see Jiufeng afterwards.

Logically speaking, if Jiufeng dies, she will definitely be resurrected with her descendants and others, but now there is no trace, Qiangliang can only turn to Dongfang Yao for help.

They have all made a blood oath of heaven and are loyal to Dongfang Yao for generations, so in this matter, strong and honest can only place their hopes on Dongfang Yao, who has great supernatural powers, hoping to get the whereabouts of Jiufeng.

"What's wrong with me?" Dongfang Yao said lightly, and then, Dongfang Yao pinched his fingers slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Qianliang, your sister is still alive. You can go back to Longji Mountain first. When you look back, I will bring your sister."

Upon hearing this, Qiangliang Ancestral Witch was immediately overjoyed and knelt on one knee and said, "Thank you, Lord!"

Jiufengsui is the witch clan, but she is the most special existence among their witch clan. She has a complete soul and is the only successor of the witch clan's witchcraft.

If anyone in the witch clan can attain enlightenment, then Jiufeng is the person who is most likely to attain enlightenment. She has a complete soul and a powerful body, which can be said to be an extremely perfect existence.

During the Lich War, Jiufeng and Xuanming killed the demon clan together with Xuanming, which was defeated, which made countless demon clans frightened. Later, the Lich Great Tribulation Witch Clan was defeated, and she also led a group of remnants to compete with the human race for luck, but the human race was very prosperous. In the end, Jiufeng ended in failure and retired.

"Sir, I also want to ask for advice." A man with eight feet tall and white haired said.

"I know what you want to ask. She is very good. She is still in the heaven. I will let you wait for reunion in the future." Dongfang Yao looked at the white-haired man and smiled faintly.

"Thank you!" The man knelt on the ground and bowed to Dongfang Yao, with a strong look of lovesickness in his eyes.

He is a descendant. He used the Sun Shooting God Bow to shoot nine golden crows, but was later strangled by Donghuang Taiyi.

When the descendants spoke, Dongfang Yao knew that the person he wanted to ask was Fairy Chang'e, the miserable woman who was forced to swallow the elixir and ascend to the sky by her descendants' disciples.
Chapter completed!