"Do you remember Houyi shooting the sun?"

Cihang gently groped the edge of the teacup with his jade fingers and said.

His face was smooth and fair, his eyebrows were handsome and elegant, and his dark eyes were bright in his eyes. His clothes were plain white, his waist was straight, and his waist was decorated with a tide green bead.

Green willow fragrant tea is rolling on the charcoal fire, wafting with a faint breath of fireworks.

Manjushri picked up the willow tea and drank it all, and the bitter taste flowed between his lips and teeth.

"Of course I remember that the nine-headed golden crows fell one after another, the sun was truly fire in the prehistoric world, and billions of creatures turned into ashes.

At that time, the Three Qingshou was far away in Zixiao Palace to discuss the Tao. As soon as we entered Kunlun, we hid in Duobao's sleeve in fear, and Antarctica told a story to coax us out."

"Yes, I remember too." Cihang sighed, his eyes a little desolate, and he tilted his head and said to Manjushri.

"The world has changed, and now there is only resentment left. Brother, is it really difficult to make him fair?"

Manjushri did not answer and silently helped Cihang fill the willow tea.

Among the lich tribulations, the most shocking thing to the prehistoric world is the twelve capitals of the Witch Clan’s God Evil Formation.

Pangu's shadow is powerful and domineering, and the giant axe magic weapon is destroyed and destroyed.

In his own evolutionary world, he can suppress the bloodlines of all things, and sway the sharp blades between his arms to tear the stars in the sky, and even the Taoist ancestor Hongjun could not compete with it.

This formation is based on the twelve ancestor witches, awakening Pangu's will that sleeps between heaven and earth. It wins every battle in the vast tribulation. The demon clan, which is as glorious as the sun, shivered in front of Pangu without even the intention to defend himself.

The overall situation has been decided, and the witch clan is destined to lead the prehistoric world and all races.

However, before the triumph, the ancestor witch Houtu was plotted by the way of heaven, and his body turned into the six realms of reincarnation, and was sealed tightly in the dark underworld.

The twelve capital heavenly evil formation lacked a corner. Without the heavy Taoist witch's blessing, the summoned Pangu shadow instantly dissipated like wind and sand.

To this end, cultivating the unearthed Taoist ancestor witches has become an urgent task.

Fortunately, when Houtu turned into a saint, he felt something and condensed his cultivation into a rich bloodline and essence. Any great witch in the earth path can use it to temper his body and can break through to the thirteenth ancestral witch in at most a hundred years.

It was really an opportunity for the witch clan to become the overlord of the prehistoric world, but there was a problem with their choice.

In the Houtu tribe, there are two virtuous and powerful people, Houyi and Kuafu.

Their strength is also unfathomable, only a strait from the ancestor witch. The two witches supported each other during the days when Houtu fell, leading the tribe out of the most difficult stage, just like the torch of the dark night that made the witch clan feel hope.

The talented witch made Di Jiang difficult to make a choice. Seeing that his cultivation was only a slight difference, he simply divided Houtu's essence and blood into two parts, so that Houyi and Kuafu each surrendered them.

His mind was crackling, and Houtu's essence and blood were extremely precious, so it was inevitable that it was a pity to concentrate on taking it. It was better to eat it and create two ancestor witches, so that the light-slaughtering demon clan could be more smoothly in the subsequent battle.

The result was contrary to expectations.

The strength of the two has indeed improved by leaps and bounds. Houyi has obtained the inheritance of killing and attacking, and the arrows tear the void and it is hard to resist. Kuafu has obtained the inheritance of defense, and his body is as solid as a wall to the sky.

However, it is still a slight difference from becoming an ancestor witch.

To this end, the witch tribe tried its best to collect treasures and find the last opportunity for breakthrough for them.

Unfortunately, it took off in ten days.

Kuafu was exhausted by the Prince of Jinwu and turned into a peach forest that stretched for thousands of miles. Houyi was caught by the Taiyin Star and turned into Wu Gang cutting trees day and night.

Houtu's essence and blood have done useless work and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

In order to protect Pangu's shadow to continue fighting, the ancestor witches could only take out their own essence and blood and urge Xing Tian to become the thirteenth ancestor witch. However, he practiced the way of killing and could not help Pangu's shadow establish himself in the world like the earth-doing ancestor witch. As a result, the shadow could at most three axes, which would dissipate due to the deficit of qi and blood.

Since then, the strength of the lich has once again been equal.

Houtu’s kindness and Dijiang’s stupidity are all lessons from the past.

Yuanshi Tianzun is active in his mind and likes to plan the overall situation and wait for opportunities. He is not as voluntary as Tongtian.

From the fate of the witch clan, he saw the way to manage the Analects.

After all, resources are limited. If they are distributed equally like the Emperor River, it will definitely make it difficult for those talented people to stand out, and those who are mediocre people will not be enterprising.

Therefore, we must focus on cultivating disciples with deep foundation and dual cultivation of blessings and virtues, and take the initiative to provoke the struggles among disciples.

Mocking, running, harsh criticism, preference... These negative emotions will spur everyone to keep moving forward and make them grit their teeth and move forward without interruption.

Because of this, Guangchengzi and Nanji were held in the palm of their hands, while the other disciples practiced hard in the Shura field with resentment.

Thinking of this, Manjushri's thoughts were a little complicated.

From the leader's perspective, Yuanshi Tianzun's method is correct. The twelve golden immortals of the Ancient Sect are glorious and are admired by everyone in the prehistoric world. The Huanglong's bloodline was all held by the Dragon Clan in the West Sea.

Of course, he was also responsible. His disciples had famous mountains and rivers to build temples. The spiritual treasures in their hands were powerful and shining in the great tribulation of the gods. He also personally deduced the method of substitutes to help them overcome the great tribulation smoothly. He even gave up his face and went to the Yellow River Formation to rescue everyone.

Manjushri sighed, unable to raise the resentment towards him in his heart.

He drank the willow tea and said, "Don't worry about him, have everything been brought?"

"That's natural, I'm much more reliable than Samantabhadra." Ci Hang smiled brightly, and in his sleeves, dozens of treasures of heaven and earth fell in front of him, swallowing and spitting rich spiritual power on the ground.

His face was full of curiosity and asked carefully: "Why do you want to collect resources from the universe? These things are in short supply and hard to find. There are no magic spells to match with the Ansect."

Manjushri squatted on the ground, carefully sorted out the treasures of heaven and earth, and took out the red and blue treasure rings from his arms.

"The formation in Mount Wutai has long been old. I found many loopholes during inspection a few days ago. I plan to re-arrange it so that I can avoid being touched by the villain. You choose a pair of water and fire double rings and treat it as the reward for collecting resources for me this time."

Ci Hang stretched out his white and slender fingers and gently pinched the fire ring, his eyes filled with joy, and said.

"My junior is too generous. This treasure is exquisitely made and the rules are profound. It should be forged by the Prime Minister of the South China Sea Yun Kaishan. Although it is an acquired spiritual treasure, it can be regarded as a precious thing. It can be~

Hey, a little bug is coming!”

Ci Hang suddenly put away the fire ring and stared at the south with a fierce look.

Clam!

The sound of gold and iron confrontation sounded, and the wind and clouds suddenly surging in the sky. A golden hand emitting the glowing treasure light fell from the sky, accurately pinched a hundred-foot python in the mountains.

"I dare to come here to act wildly."

Cihang whispered, and the breath of golden Tao turned into a torrent of swords and continued to wash away, cutting the body of the python into a mess.

Bang ~

The dying python fell into the mountains, and the dazzling and sharp sword flew out, and it was about to behead it. Hundreds of golden beads lingered in the mountains and forests to block the retreat.

Unexpectedly, the python did not dodge and rolled on the ground, turning into a man in red robe to kowtow and salute.

"My younger generation, Youhe, please pay tribute to Senior Manjushri."
Chapter completed!