Cao Xiaolong knew that Ming He was not as eager and interested as he seemed, so he didn't point out anything. He kept moving his lips and told the meritorious deeds through the method of spiritual consciousness transmission and coiling. The more Ming He listened, the happier he became, and his face was full of flesh and blood.

The old, withered face looked like a flower blooming.

Ming He smiled, clapped his thighs excitedly, and said, "Wonderful, wonderful! It is indeed a meritorious deed, and fellow Taoist did not deceive me!"

Cao Xiaolong said: "Look at what fellow Taoist said, how could a poor Taoist deceive you! This kind of merit can only be obtained by fellow Taoists in the world. No matter how much others envy them, they can't get it. Fellow Taoists are really blessed with profound blessings."

, there is great fortune!”

Styx rubbed his hands happily and said, "When will this be accomplished?"

Cao Xiaolong said: "If you covet the merits of heaven and earth, you can't rush them. It's better for you and me to sit back and watch them change for the better. I guess the time is coming soon, so you'd better prepare early! If you delay the time, I'm afraid you won't get the merits.

It will also cause endless cause and effect and attract the taboos of heaven!"

Ming He nodded repeatedly, smiling from ear to ear, and said: "Wonderful, wonderful, how could I let such great merit go in vain? I won't leave even if you drive me away. The merit is great

, The merits are great, what I lack most now is this thing!"

With the relationship of interest and getting acquainted with each other, the names of Patriarch Minghe changed. Cao Xiaolong knew this, and also joked about Minghe, saying: "Ancestor Minghe, I have given you such a great merit today.

How about this great gift?"

"Okay, okay, okay! Quite good! I, Styx, have made an appointment with you as my friend. If you have anything to do in the future, just give me your orders. As long as I, Styx, can do it, I will never shirk it!" Ancestor Styx grinned and laughed.

, putting down such bold words, he looks like a green forest hero. Most people don't pay attention but take it seriously because Styx is a forthright and open-minded person.

But who is Cao Xiaolong, and how could he be deceived by Styx's pretentious appearance? Anyway, everyone is in a mutually beneficial and mutually exploiting relationship, and Cao Xiaolong is happy to continue playing haha ​​with Styx.

The two of them chatted casually for a while. Cao Xiaolong saw that it was late and the heat was about the same. Now he only had to wait for Hou Tu to turn into reincarnation. There was nothing for him to do here. Cao Xiaolong wanted to retreat.

Patriarch Styx resigned, ignored Patriarch Styx's kind invitation to sit in the sea of ​​blood, and returned to Panlong Mountain.

It is said that Hou Tu returned to Hou Tu Palace from the land of sea of ​​​​blood full of thoughts. Thinking that he was about to die and reincarnate, he felt entangled in his heart. Nuwa also had her own attachments and had something that was difficult to let go of, which was her feelings for the Wu clan.

The brother-sister love for the ancestral witch. Just for the future of the witch clan, Hou Tu had to give up the small relationship for the sake of justice, but this does not mean that Hou Tu can let it go.

"Give it up, give it up, how can you get anything if you don't give it up? Without my earthly body, how can the witch clan have a chance of survival? Even if I don't want to reincarnate today, and I don't want to give up my broken body, and the saint intervened during the lich war, I will eventually

It is still difficult to escape the disaster of death. Everyone on the left and right is dead,

I am reincarnated in reincarnation, and I can still leave a glimmer of life for the Wu clan. I can be regarded as a well-deserved death, as heavy as Mount Tai!" Hou Tu secretly comforted himself in his heart. After all, Hou Tu is not a saint, and even a saint cannot treat death as if he were at home.

Fear is inevitable.

Hou Tu returned to the Hou Tu Palace, urgently summoned all the leaders of the tribe, passed the position of tribe leader to the great witch Kua Fu, and settled some important matters clearly, and then left alone regardless of the tribesmen's efforts to stay.

Ancestral Witch Hall.

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, Hou Tu still did not ring the Pangu Bell after careful consideration. The Pangu Bell has a loud name, but in fact it is just a spiritual treasure specially made by the ancestral witches of the Wu clan for the convenience of contact. It has no offensive power.

, and has no defensive ability. After refining, each of the twelve ancestral witches will drop a drop of blood essence into the bell. Whoever wants to summon the ancestral witches for a meeting in the future can just tap the Pangu bell, and all other ancestral witches will be able to sense it.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are usually in their own tribe, managing some matters of the witch clan, and cannot stay in the Ancestral Witch Palace for a long time, so the Pangu Bell has become the best hub to contact the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hou Tu originally wanted to ring the Pangu Bell and summon the eleven ancestral witches to hold a meeting to explain the matter clearly. However, Hou Tu's hands were shaking, and this light blow seemed extremely heavy to Hou Tu.

Can't go down.

What can I do if I see them? Will the temper of Brother Yi Dijiang and other brothers make me sacrifice? The result is obviously impossible! Yiwan can get along with each other, and they are both transformed by Pangu, and they are connected by blood. They would rather themselves

Even if I die, I will never agree to let me reincarnate. If I say it, everyone will definitely object strongly, and they will have more words at that time, and they are not willing to leave the Wu Clan forever.

But I really want to see them one last time, to see them for the last time! If I don’t see them today, I will never have another chance in the future, and I will regret it for the rest of my life!

The more Hou Tu thought about it, the sadder he became. He felt as if a thousand-jin stone was pressing down on his heart, making it difficult to breathe. In his bright and moving eyes, he lost the agility of the past, and there was only endless sadness and reluctance.

Big teardrops rolled down one after another and landed on the ground. The teardrops splashed everywhere, and the sound was so clear and crisp. But... Hou Tu's heart seemed to have turned into those falling teardrops, broken into countless pieces.

piece.

Houtu looked at the empty Ancestral Witch Hall with tears in his eyes. Pangu's father-god had a kind face and held a sky-opening ax, as if he was staring at all this. Houtu knelt down in front of Pangu's statue and cried sadly, "The Supreme Being is supreme."

God the Father, please

Look up, your children are about to be ravaged by others! The land you maintained with your life has changed its owner! Father God, if you really have a spirit in heaven, please protect your children, they need it now

Your help!"

The more Hou Tu talked about it, the sadder he became. The girl lost her temper, and her tears turned into a flood in an instant, and they could no longer stop pouring out. "If possible, Hou Tu is willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for my people."

A glimmer of hope! For the future of the Wu Clan, why should we be afraid of Hou Tu’s death? Just be afraid. Hou Tu’s sacrifice is not worth it. Just be afraid. Even if Hou Tu’s body dies, the Wu Clan does not cultivate their soul and does not know the secrets. Sooner or later,

You will still be plotted by others!”

The more Hou Tu thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the string in his heart became tighter and tighter.

I don’t know how long Hou Tu knelt under the Pangu statue and cried. In the end, I only heard Hou Tu’s crying getting smaller and smaller, and gradually became inaudible. The Ancestral Witch Hall fell into a dead silence for a while. Hou Tu was tired.

After bearing the pressure of survival for so many years, no matter how strong Houtu is, her shoulders are still too weak after all. She is really tired. After venting her anger, Houtu cried and fell asleep, with a trace of blood in the corners of her eyes.

Heart-wrenching sadness.

In the silent Ancestral Witch Hall, the statue of Pangu remained as kind as ever. If he had a spirit, he would not see his children so sad. If he was still alive, how could Heaven dare to decide the life and death of the witch clan at will? If he had

If he is still alive, it is not a snap to destroy the demon clan. But all this is what if, Pangu has died, disappeared into ashes, and transformed into all things! If Pangu were still alive, he probably would not recognize the wizard clan as his child.

A crisp squeaking sound sounded, and Houtu woke up. He rubbed his groggy eyes, and Houtu woke up from his confusion. After crying for a while, and taking a rest, Houtu's depressed mood finally relaxed a little, and he was no longer as depressed as before.

sad.

Houtu stood up, patted his clothes, and finally bowed to the statue of Pangu, his face returned to its firm expression as before.

Hou Tu glanced at the Ancestral Witch Hall for the last time, and caressed every chair of the twelve ancestral witches with nostalgia. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, and his Taoist heart was lost. When Hou Tu's jade hand touched the last seat,

, trembled unconsciously, and stopped. That was the seat of Xuanming Ancestral Witch!

"Sister, I hope you can escape from the suffering as soon as possible. I hope that the witch clan can truly enjoy freedom and freedom without disputes! But my sister will never be seen again." Xuanming Ancestral Witch and Houtu are the only two witches among the twelve ancestral witches.

A woman is a close friend of hers and has a very close personal relationship. Now one is suppressed in the Eye of the Nine Nether Sea and has suffered for thousands of years, and the other is about to reincarnate and die. The two sisters have been separated from each other since then, and they are afraid that they will never see each other again in this life.

.

The old place is still there, and there is no trace of the human face...

Hou Tu gently sat on Xuan Ming's chair, leaning against the back of the chair, closing his eyes, with infinite nostalgia on his face. It was as if he was savoring Xuan Ming's residual heat, and as if his heart had flown to the place where Xuan Ming suffered.

, it’s rare that Hou Tu’s face showed the slightest trace of peace.

Suddenly, Hou Tu stood up from his seat and patted the back of the chair gently for the last time. With determination in his eyes, he strode towards the outside of the Wu Clan Palace. Before leaving the palace door, Hou Tu looked back with a final expression.

He glanced at the Ancestral Witch Hall, then shook his head firmly and left.

The moment Hou Tu left, two drops of tears were left in the air. Strangely, they did not break when they fell on the ground. Instead, they gradually condensed and formed into two crystal-like beads.

The door of the Ancestral Witch Hall squeaked shut, and the sound was so heavy and hoarse.

Speeding all the way, Houtu left the Ancestral Witch Palace and flew towards the Sea of ​​Blood without looking back. The boundless beautiful scenery of the ancient times quickly retreated behind Houtu. Houtu had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the ancient times, and he had no time to pay attention to the dispute between the witches.

, there is only one belief in her heart - reincarnation!

If he continues to be nostalgic, Hou Tu is afraid that he will not be able to find the courage and will eventually be unable to help but look back! The longer he looks, the deeper the nostalgia will be. For the future of the Wu Clan, in order to fight for the last glimmer of life for the Wu Clan, Hou Tu has no choice but to

I forced myself to throw my head to the side, and had to emphasize myself over and over in my heart: Everything must be reincarnated for the sake of the Wu clan!

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Hou Tu suddenly remembered a sound of singing in front of him, interrupting Hou Tu's thoughts.

Hou Tu raised his eyes and saw Cao Xiaolong with a smile on his face.

"Pindao said that when Taoist friends understand the opportunity, Pindao will definitely come to help fellow Taoists. Now Pindao is here!" Cao Xiaolong looked at Hou Tu with unbearable eyes. Such a delicate and delicate girl,

It is such a pity that it is about to fade away and die.

Hou Tu forced out a smile and said to Cao Xiaolong: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help. Let's get started!"

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ps: The fourth update of 3,000 words has been delivered, and today’s update of 12,000 words has been completed! Brothers bought 8 more reminder tickets worth 12,000. I’ll see if I can get them tomorrow. The temptation of 8 reminder tickets is relatively small.
Chapter completed!