Honghuang: Dominant of reincarnation, devouring Honghuang at the beginning

Candle Nine Yin, control the law of time.

The long river of time is like their own back garden, in this era when there are only Dao ancestors and saints, no one can stop them from visiting the river of time.

In the middle of the Three Races War, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born.

The reason why he chose to hide was because he followed the advice of Candle Jiuyin.

The three races stand side by side, proud of the flood and waste, and this era does not belong to their witch clan.

"Maybe, this matter is very important, and the fate of my Wu Clan may depend on this."

"When I go, I'll take a look at the long river."

Candle Jiuyin let out a long breath and calmed down the impact brought by Pangu Chalcedony.

Zu Wu is not a Yuan God, although they each master the innate law and the innate divine power, but for deduction, even if they learn the art of divination, they cannot be proficient.

Therefore, it is often deduced through the time law of candle nine yin.

The long river of time and space runs through the beginning and the end, and even the quasi-saint power can only view and modify the long river of time and space on the details.

Unless you are proficient in time and the power of the laws of space, you can make more impacts.

As for the level of a saint, to what extent, Candle Jiuyin did not know, and did not dare to imagine.

Fortunately, in the current flood, there is only one saint in that ancestor.

And the Wu clan has not been born, and I don't think anyone will deliberately target the Wu clan, and do anything on the long river of time and space.

Whew~

Between the endless flow of light and shadow, Candle Jiuyin urged the law of time with all his strength, and the twelve ancestors only felt that the light in front of them suddenly brightened, bursting out terrifying fluctuations.

The next moment, Candle Jiuyin's figure had disappeared and entered the realm of time.

When Candle Jiuyin opened his eyes, he saw that surging and never-ending river of time and space.

Boundless, endless, beginningless and endless.

Even if it was not the first time to come here, Candle Jiuyin was still full of emotion.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he resisted the inexplicable power above the long river of time and space, like walking around and watching flowers, quickly browsing what he wanted to see.

When fragments passed in front of Candle Jiuyin's eyes, Candle Jiuyin finally saw what he wanted to see.

Purple qi came 30,000 li to the east, and the land was sanctified.

Ugh, ugh.

At this moment, the long river of time and space suddenly began to riot.

Candle Jiuyin could no longer resist the supreme power of the long river of time and space, seeing that the goal was achieved, Candle Jiuyin was not greedy and chose to leave here.

Buzz~

Time passed, and Candle Jiuyin returned to the space created by Dijiang.

"How?"

The eleven ancestors looked at Candle Jiuyin with anticipation, and their hearts were apprehensive.

Even Candle Jiuyin, who was proficient in the law of time, might not be able to see what he wanted to know when browsing the long river of time and space.

This thing, even a saint, does not dare to say that it is all-knowing and all-powerful.

"Fortunately, it is not insulting."

Candle Jiuyin smiled slightly and looked at Houtu.

"Is it the Houtu girl?"

Gonggong spoke softly, his voice calm: "What exactly do you see?" "

Gonggong's eyes are slightly complicated, sanctification and ancestors, who doesn't want to?

Even if he is the Twelve Ancestors, he can't resist this temptation, and naturally there is some pity in his heart.

But that's just a pity.

The eleven ancestral witches looked at Houtu inexplicably, especially Zhurong, and there was a trace of unwillingness hidden in that indifferent expression.

"Emperor Tianhou soil, inherit the heavens to imitate."

"Purple Qi comes east, and the robbery is sanctified."

Candle Jiuyin raised his head slightly, scanned these brothers and sisters of his own, and spoke softly.

"In that case, I think what Su Mo said is true."

"This candidate doesn't need to hesitate any longer, and will be handed over to the Houtu girl."

In the end, it was Dijiang who made a decision and directly clapped the board, and no one dared to refute it.

Including the Houtu itself.

Buzzing!

The power of space surged, and the next moment, the twelve ancestral witches returned to the Pangu Temple.

"Decided so quickly?"

"Well, this seat has always been unspeakable."

Su Mo, who was leaning in front of a pillar of the temple, put down the jug of immortal wine in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

"I was waiting for snubs before."

Di Jiang bowed his hand slightly, changing his previous attitude: "But just Pangu Chalcedony is not enough." "

Di Jiang's words immediately surprised the twelve ancestors!

This is an opportunity for holiness, and his eldest brother is not afraid that this matter will collapse?

"Have you taken a fancy to the treasure gourd of the honza?"

"Not enough is not enough, just a Pangu inheritance and a few drops of essence blood that cannot be practiced, it should not be a holy opportunity and an innate treasure."

Su Mo shook his head, Di Jiang's thoughts were easy for him to guess.

Because not long ago, when he fought against Sanqing and the others on Mount Buzhou, Dijiang was also present!

This matter was not even noticed by Sanqing, only Su Mo faintly discovered it.

Su Mo changed his mind at that time and chose to wait for the arrival of those seven people, and even fought each other, precisely because of the existence of Dijiang.

He wants to show his strength!

Otherwise, if you come to the door to make a deal, you are likely to be treated as a fat sheep sent to the door.

At that time, it will not be very beautiful, the Twelve Capitals Heavenly God Great Array still has some deterrent power, if it is not necessary, Su Mo does not want to be an enemy of the Wu Clan at this time.

"I naturally know the preciousness of the supreme gourd."

"All I ask is to borrow this gourd to use it and warm me and other witch soldiers."

Di Jiang's expression was still indifferent, but there was a slight complication in his eyes when he looked at Su Mo.

If he hadn't seen that scene before, I'm afraid he would have taken the lead at this time and forcibly snatched that plate of ancient chalcedony.

This is the core and foundation of the Wu clan, and he has his eleven brothers and sisters to help, so he is naturally not afraid of anyone.

Before, he noticed the movement of Su Mo refining the seven gourds as one, and went to check it.

He witnessed Su Mo single-handedly defeating those seven great powers.

The idea of snatching it can only be hidden by him in his heart.

Unwilling to fall into the passive Dijiang everywhere, he chose such a method that was not a way to test Su Mo.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had no Yuan God and no mana, so they couldn't use those powerful innate spirit treasures at all.

The witch soldiers, on the other hand, were created by them to replace the existence of the spirit treasure.

However, this witch soldier is not a spirit treasure after all, not only is its power much weaker, but it also lacks a trace of spirituality.

If it can really be enhanced, then the strength of the twelve ancestral witches will skyrocket.

Su Mo smiled, stood up under Di Jiang's gaze, and looked calm: "I don't borrow it, but I can help you warm up." "

"At the same time, after obtaining the Nine Turns Xuan Gong, I will try to modify it and create a method suitable for the cultivation of ordinary witch races."

Saying that, Su Mo didn't look at the twelve ancestors, and paced towards the outside of the Pangu Temple.

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