"Brother is right. The prehistoric world was originally created by God the Father. As the blood of God the Father, we will enjoy the blessings and luck, and our bodies will become saints. It is only a matter of time."

Zu Wu Zhurong spoke, his tone was arrogant and nonchalant.

Hearing this, Hou Tu shook his head slightly and said: "You can't say that. This time I went to Zixiao Palace and saw too many powerful people. Not to mention other things, the three who are also known as the Pangu Zongzong are the same as us.

clear."

"They are blessed with great fortune and should not be underestimated. Their strength is not weaker than mine. Given time, they may be able to threaten the fate of our Wu clan."

She said solemnly that going to Zixiao Palace this time was not without gain.

"Sister, I think you are worrying too much. How can those three guys who only inherited the soul of the father god be worthy of the title of Pangu Zhengzong?"

"Don't forget, the most powerful thing about Father God is the physical body. What is the soul?"

Gonggong smiled and spoke with great disdain.

Hou Tu huffed and did not refute, after all, this was just her feeling.

Although Sanqing is not weak, there are only three of them. They have twelve brothers and sisters!

Maybe she is overthinking.

At this time, Xuan Ming, who had a good relationship with Hou Tu, pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Actually, what my sister said is right. Although we brothers and sisters are uniquely blessed by nature and blessed by God the Father, we cannot take it lightly."

"The top priority is to strengthen our strength just in case."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the ancestor shamans changed, and they felt that what Xuan Ming said was quite reasonable.

"The three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn have fallen. This heaven and earth should be dominated by our witch clan. Otherwise, we will not be able to live up to the heaven created by our father."

The ancestor of thunder, Wu Qiangliang, was extremely powerful, and his voice resounded throughout the hall like thunder.

"It makes sense. Over the years, our witch clan has accumulated almost enough power. It's time to rule the entire prehistoric world."

Zhu Jiuyin spoke calmly. Although his voice was calm, it was extremely domineering.

The silent ancestral witch also nodded secretly. Even the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn once ruled the world.

And as Pangu Zongzong, aren't they qualified to rule the world?

Di Jiang, the boss of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, looked around sharply and asked in a deep voice.

"Is that what you all think?"

The ancestral witches looked at each other and said nothing, but they all nodded heavily.

Di Jiang already understood in his heart and remained silent for a while before speaking slowly.

"Everyone is right. The time is almost here. Now we, the Witch Clan, have no rivals at all. Maybe this is also the blessing of Father God, which makes the Witch Clan extremely prosperous and powerful."

"In this case, we cannot live up to Father God's grace. Unifying the prehistoric world is the best reward for Him."

As soon as these words came out, the blood of all the ancestral witches boiled, as if they were responding to these words.

Perhaps this is the guidance from God the Father.

"Starting from today, we will rapidly expand and occupy territory until we occupy the entire prehistoric period."

Di Jiang stood up and announced loudly.

All the ancestral witches expressed their agreement, but Hou Tu was hesitant, and finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"Brother, if you do this, will it cause dissatisfaction among some creatures and unite against us?"

She said worriedly, which caused all the ancestral witches to laugh.

"Sister, you are thinking too much. Those people wearing hair and horns are a mess. Who can unite them? Even if there is, they are just a ragtag group and are definitely no match for us."

Zhu Rong laughed endlessly, as if he had heard a big joke.

Their shaman clan has the same origin, so naturally they are united.

And those who wear fur and horns have everything in a mess. There are 10,000 creatures, and there are 8,000 different ones.

How can we join forces?

"Zhu Rong is right, sister, your worries are completely unnecessary." This time, even Xuan Ming did not speak for Hou Tu.

In her opinion, Hou Tu thought too much and was even a little cowardly.

I didn’t learn anything during this trip, but I learned to be timid.

It's nothing like their witch clan's style.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it," Hou Tu said in a low voice, feeling a little unreasonable and lacking confidence.

"Okay, since we don't have any objections, let's go back and make our own arrangements to prepare for the expedition."

Di Jiang waved his hand and said so.

Immediately, the twelve ancestral witches returned to their respective tribes, and the entire witch clan started to move. These witch warriors were naturally warlike and could not hold back any longer.

Led by the great shamans of each tribe, they began to push outwards, competing for territory and resources.

Because the Witch Clan has turbid Qi and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, everyone except the ancestral witches must eat. Therefore, the Monster Clan has become the best food for the Witch Clan, at least before the birth of the human race.

The Wu Clan's expansion and attack naturally met with strong resistance. The two sides fought continuously, leaving stumps everywhere and blood flowing in rivers. Gradually, a thin layer of evil aura shrouded the prehistoric world.

…

at the same time.

There was a gathering in Buzhou Mountain, and many powerful people were quietly waiting for the treasure to be born.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a ray of light shot up into the sky, accompanied by an astonishing aura.

The dazzling light illuminates the world, and the auspicious light reflects the mountain like a golden world.

A gourd vine swallows colorful spiritual rain, expanding out of thin air, constantly evolving and changing, changing rapidly, and emitting powerful fluctuations everywhere.

"Finally born."

I pinched my beard and smiled, a joyful look flashed in the corner of my eyes.

Not long after the three brothers returned, they felt that there was an opportunity for them here.

Now that the treasure has been born, judging from the aura, it must be an incredible innate spiritual treasure.

"Haha, this thing seems to have a connection with me in the West."

In the other direction, Jieyin Zhunti smiled while stroking his palms. They came back from Zixiao Palace and were not in a hurry to return to the west, but they never wanted to see the treasure born. Isn't this because they are destined?

It seems that this treasure also wants to go back to the West with them!

Nuwa, Fuxi brother and sister, Hongyun, and other powerful people all showed joy. They could clearly see that there were seven colorful gourds hanging on the gourd vine.

Of the seven gourds, one must belong to them, right?

…

at this time.

In the corner of Buzhou Mountain, there are two golden figures poking their heads, eager to try.

"Brother, is the treasure you feel in your heart over there?"

"Yes, I feel that this treasure is very important to me." Di Jun nodded heavily.

That's what fate is like. In the ancient world, the treasures that belong to you can be sensed even from the ends of the earth, and the treasures that don't belong to you can be missed even if they are right in front of you.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi traveled through the ancient world for thousands of years and came to Buzhou Mountain without knowing it. The reason was that Emperor Jun felt that there was a treasure here that was destined for him.

"Okay, I'll pester them later, and you can grab them and run away."
Chapter completed!