Chapter 890: The Witch Tribe Sets Out

Just like, everyone in later generations knows Laozi, but who can accurately describe his appearance? !

Confucius is seen as a little old man in the eyes of the world, but in fact, he is a standard burly man with excellent skills, the kind of person who will fight against others if they don't obey him.

Under the huge statue, eleven witch ancestors were sitting cross-legged, as if they were waiting for Hou Tu to return.

As soon as Hou Tu walked in, the eyes of the eleven witch ancestors all fell on her.

However, Hou Tu felt a little guilty at first sight. She stood at the door of Pangu Hall, not knowing whether to go forward or backward.

Murong Ji was also under a lot of pressure. Eleven nephews and sisters-in-law were staring at him covetously, and the psychological pressure was enormous.

Hou Tu secretly exhaled a breath, mustered up her courage, and was about to explain, but when she looked at her brothers and sisters' eyes, they were first stunned, then filled with astonishment and confusion.

The look in every witch ancestor's eyes seemed to say: 'You've worked hard', 'You've made such a great sacrifice for the witch clan'.

Hou Tu suddenly remembered the clothes on the shore, and then she realized that no matter how hard she searched, she would not let go of the clothes underwater...

[I'm afraid that while I was being intimate with Jiang... I was already discovered...]

Hou Tu felt her face burning and her heart trembling unconsciously. She tried hard to calm herself down and dragged Murong Ji forward a few steps.

"bump!"

He threw Murong Ji to the ground and pretended to be very calm and sat in the top seat.

Murong Ji collapsed on the ground, too lazy to get up. He had worked all night and was very tired.

He might as well just lie down on the ground and let these witch ancestors judge him. He has taken all the advantages he deserves, so let them do whatever they want!
Hou Tu sat calmly on the main seat and began to deal with various matters of the Wu clan today.

As he listened, Murong Ji realized something was wrong. They were mobilizing troops and it looked like they were really going to have a battle with the demon clan.

He sat cross-legged, listened carefully to what each of them said, and then confirmed the current dynamics of the demon clan.

Countless monsters gathered near the Eastern Huaxu Kingdom, ready to feast.

It is an indisputable fact that the soul and essence of the human race can improve the cultivation of demons.

Otherwise, the demons would not have slaughtered humans so wantonly.

Murong Ji frowned slightly. He had studied the acquired human race a long time ago. What's more, he himself was an acquired human. How could he not know whether the human race had the effect of improving their cultivation?
The innate human race does exist, because they contain the essence and blood of Nuwa, but since when did the acquired human race become able to improve the cultivation level of the demon race?

In the current situation, Di Jun and Dong Huang are besieging the human race. In addition to refining the Tuwu Sword, they are also requiring the demon soldiers and generals to devour the flesh and blood of the human race to enhance their own cultivation.

There is no need to think too much. After this incident, the demon clan will probably mobilize all its strength to go down the mountain and destroy the witch.

After understanding the whole story, Murong Ji finally realized why Hou Tu was so anxious that she even risked her life...

The meeting lasted until dark, and the Twelve Witch Ancestors finally decided on the direction and strategy.

Hou Tu stood up and said, "You guys go and do your work first. I have something to report to Father God."

The other witch ancestors looked at each other. Di Jiang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Little sister, in front of Father God... don't do anything reckless."

Hou Tu's face turned red, and she glared at Di Jiang fiercely, "Hurry up and leave!"

The other witch ancestors then stood up and walked out of the hall.

Murong Ji quietly mixed in with the group of ancestor witches, wanting to follow them out.

Suddenly, someone grabbed him by the back of the neck again and dragged him out of the crowd. When Murong Ji raised his head, he met Hou Tu's angry eyes.

Watching the other ancestor witches walk out of Pangu Hall, Murong Ji felt helpless.

Hou Tu grabbed Murong Ji by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the statue of Pangu.

Murong Ji looked helpless and let her drag him away.

Outside the main hall.

Di Jiang and others gathered together and looked towards the Pangu Hall. It was quiet inside. The eleven ancient witches looked at each other and did not dare to say much.

After a long silence, Di Jiang was sure that Hou Tu was not messing around, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said, "Cancel Luo's marriage. I brought him back, so he will be my husband from now on."

The witch ancestors were silent again. They had no choice but to do so. Otherwise, what else could they do after seeing what had happened? They couldn't just send Di Luo, who they had watched grow up, to warm the feet of the abominable human race, could they?

"Don't talk about me and that human from now on. If you anger me, I will..."

Dijiang suddenly stopped talking and walked towards his tribe with his hands behind his back.

The other ancestor witches shuddered subconsciously. Among the twelve ancestor witches, the weakest was Hou Tu, so she was ranked last.

In order to improve her strength, she even went to Zixiao Palace to look for a way, but who would have thought...

Who would have thought that Houtu could now beat them without any pressure. Although they were all at the quasi-saint level, Houtu was much stronger than them.

"Let's go. I have something else to do when I get home."

"It's gone, it's gone."

"That's right, just go and have fun with my little sister."

"My little sister is deeply loved by Father God. Even if my little sister acts foolishly in front of Father God, Father God will not be offended."

Everyone dispersed immediately.In the Pangu Palace.

Hou Tu dragged Murong Ji to the front of the statue, threw Murong Ji to the ground, and then Hou Tu herself slowly knelt down.

"Father God, Hou Tu... I chose this husband by accident, please give me your guidance..."

Murong Ji was lying on the ground, looking at the statue of Pangu in his sight. From this vantage point, the statue seemed extremely majestic, as if it was holding up the sky and stepping on the earth.

Suddenly, a tremendous force came.

Murong Ji was shocked and sat up suddenly. Looking at the statue of Pangu, his heart was pounding. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Pangu was still alive!

His expression was somewhat solemn as he looked at the consciousness blossoming from the statue. That was... a god!
Pangu god!

Murong Ji was no stranger to that kind of deity! He had come into contact with it in the world of Zhu Xian, and later in the world of Under One Person.

Xia Liuqing and Wang Zhenqiu, the gods summoned by the witch masks, are a kind of gods.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding. [Perhaps, the Wu Clan has no spirit and soul for a reason! The existence of the Wu Clan is like... an existence that specializes in recruiting Wuyou.]

Then, in this ancient world, who is the most powerful god?
Pangu!
The deity of Pangu the Great is still here!

Punching Hongjun and kicking Sanqing is not a dream! Then those two warming the bed in the Moon Palace... wouldn't it be... Bah, I'm off topic.

Coming back to his senses, Murong Ji looked at the statue in horror, then looked at Hou Tu, who was mumbling something devoutly, as if she was really praying to Pangu.

Murong Ji lowered his head. He did not intend to tell anyone about the Wuyou method. He would wait until the Wu clan was completely integrated into the human race, and then he would invite Pangu as the human race's trump card.
Just when Murong Ji was distracted, Hou Tu lifted him up by the collar again and walked towards the Hou Tu tribe.

He dragged Murong Ji through the entire Hou Tu tribe and arrived at the room in the middle.

He pushed open the door and threw Murong Ji directly into the house.

Murong Ji stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and sat down on Hou Tu's bed.

"Now that the matter has been settled, you should take down the Six Paths of Samsara Disk, right?"

Murong Ji touched his forehead, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk was like a tattoo, imprinted on his forehead.

Hou Tu glanced at him, ignored him, turned around and left the room.

Murong Ji was about to follow him, but when he reached the door, he was suddenly blocked by a ban. He couldn't help but sigh softly, making him look like a son-in-law...

"Empress Hou Tu, the human race is in danger right now. If I don't go, many things won't go ahead! Please let me go."

Hou Tu turned around coldly and glanced at him: "Weren't you quite tough when you were underwater?"

Murong Ji: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, then murmured, "Your reaction is not small. Don't you know whether it's hard or not?"

Hou Tu's wheat-colored cheeks instantly turned red, and she angrily shouted, "You farted!"

Seeing Murong Ji's meaningful smile, she became so angry that she wanted to tear him apart.

Hou Tu took a deep breath and calmed down her emotions: "Lock it up!"

The next morning.

The witch clan's army set out, and the eight witch ancestors stayed at the witch clan's base.

The other four, however, each led a team and divided their troops into four groups, heading towards various places in the prehistoric world.

Murong Ji followed Hou Tu and watched the Wu clan army marching towards the Huaxu Kingdom in a mighty manner. He felt completely relieved.

Over the past hundred years, the human population has increased dramatically, and humans are spread all over the wild world. It is absolutely impossible to gather all of the human race in Huaxu Kingdom.

A large number of humans are unable to practice cultivation, nor are they able to travel long distances with human monks.

Most of them can only stay in their original bases. Now, there are still a large number of humans scattered all over the prehistoric world.

The number of witches has also increased significantly.

However, the problem of difficulty in conceiving has always existed. Even if they intermarry with humans, their numbers are still controlled at a certain level.

Compared with the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers of the demon clan, there is simply no comparison. A fraction of them is more than the people of the witch clan.

Therefore, the Wu Clan has been living under the Zhou Mountain and has no way to occupy more territory.

The Wu Clan could only protect most of the human race and try to gather them together. As for those in other places, they were helpless and no one could do anything.

They can't spare many manpower to protect the human race.

As the number of people increased, the travel speed became much slower. Murong Ji had nothing to do, so he communicated with Xuan Du and others about the situation of the human race directly through the communication ring.

He issued a series of instructions, especially regarding the practice of formations, and emphasized several times that Xuan Du and others must strictly follow them.

Murong Ji was gifted in formation, and the combined attack formation he created in his previous lives was used here.

Many cultivators in the human race have been trained by Murong Ji. They are very familiar with the practice of formations. It is not a bad idea for them to teach other cultivators to practice formations.

(End of this chapter)