Chapter 28: The Ancestral Witch's Mission, the Innate Gourd

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven, connects to the nine heavens above and the nine underworlds below.

The heavenly palace of the future thirty-three days was born in the sky above Mount Buzhou. It is said that the ancestral temple of the witch clan is located in the nine underworlds below Mount Buzhou.

The place where the turbid air of heaven and earth gathers.

Yang Gui looked up at the place where the heaven was located in the sky from the top of Mount Buzhou and found it somewhat amusing.

"The demon clan of Emperor Jun and the witch clan of Emperor Jiang, one above and one below, one sky and one land."

“It is ridiculous that the world that was stirred up by the chaos of the primitive world collapsed, and both sides were defeated in the end, and the scene was cleared for the saints.”

The light of law flashed in his eyes, and Yang Gui flew down Mount Buzhou following the twelve auras of heaven and earth.

At this time, twelve huge figures were seated one after another in a vast and sacred temple.

They were the twelve ancestors of the witch clan!
Dijiang: Like a yellow sac, red like red fire, six legs and four wings, faceless, the ancestral wizard of space speed.

Zhu Jiuyin: The head of a human and the body of a dragon, the whole body is red, the ancestral witch of time.

Tian Wu: Eight human faces, a tiger body and eight tails, the ancestral witch of the wind.

Xuanming: A man with a human face and a bird body, with a green snake hanging on each ear and two green snakes under his feet. He is the ancestor of rain.

Qiang Liang: holding a snake in his mouth, holding a snake in his hand, with the head of a tiger and the body of a human body, four hoofed feet, long elbows, the ancestral witch of thunder.

Xizi: He has a human face and a bird body, a green snake hanging from his ears, and a red snake in his hand. He is the ancestral shaman of electricity.

Shebisi: A witch with a human face and a beast body, he has dog-like ears and green snakes hanging from his ears. He is the ancestor of poison.

Lingshou: The face of a human and the body of a tiger, covered with golden scales, with two wings, a snake pierced in the left ear, and two dragons riding on the feet, the ancestral shaman of Western gold.

Jumang: Green as green as bamboo, with a bird body and a human face, riding two dragons on his feet, the ancestral shaman of the Eastern Wood.

Gonggong: with the head of a python and body covered with black scales, with black dragons on his feet and green pythons wrapped around his hands, he is the ancestral shaman of the northern water.

Zhu Rong: The head of an animal and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes in his ears and fire dragons on his feet, the ancestral witch of southern fire.

Houtu: human body, snake tail, seven hands behind the back, two hands on the chest, holding a flying snake in both hands, the ancestral shaman of the central soil.

Among them, the ancestor witch Xuanming and the ancestor witch Houtu transformed the latest and ranked last.

The twelve ancestor witches have different body shapes and powerful auras, and they are born at the lower Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Among them, Dijiang is a late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal.

The murderous aura filled these ancient witches and spread to an area of ​​a million miles.

"Brothers and sisters, today we have transformed into human form, and the whole world should celebrate together!"

Dijiang looked at the eleven figures around him, his voice filled with joy, and he danced with the wings behind him, causing the void to distort.

After billions of years of hard work, the twelve brothers and sisters finally succeeded in transforming!

"Brother, as the incarnation of Father God's essence and blood, we are the authentic Pangu, and we should protect this primitive land for Father God!"

The ancestor witch Zhurong had divine fire all over his body, and little snakes were hissing under his ears. He looked at the ancestor witches around him and said.

As he spoke, his body transformed into a burly man with red hair and a fiery aura.

The other Ancestral Witches also transformed into their innate Dao bodies and nodded, "It should be so!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from twelve drops of Pangu’s blood. They were born sacred, with extraordinary backgrounds, and naturally recognized Pangu as their father god.

He had already received the inherited memory before transforming and had some understanding of the ancient world.

He even felt the aftermath of the battle in the previous calamity, the struggle between Taoism and demons.

I am determined to contribute to and protect the great land.

Di Jiang paused and said again, "The Great Desolate Land is extremely mysterious. Not only are there Chaos Demons lurking in it, but there are also innate sacred beings emerging one after another. If we want to protect the Great Desolate Land opened up by the Father God, our strength is not enough."

The youngest ancestor witch, Hou Tu, frowned and said, "It's just that we are born with evil spirits in our bodies. We are born with our bodies and souls in a form, and we don't have a primordial spirit. When facing the ancient gods, we are really at a disadvantage."

The family knows their own business. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have inherited part of Pangu's heritage and are born with knowledge. They also have some understanding of the art of cultivation.

Without a soul, without understanding the will of heaven, without knowing the destiny, death is death.

Not as good as other creatures, who still have the chance to reincarnate.

“What are you afraid of? Without a soul, the inheritance given to us by our Father God is just right!” The ancestor witch Gonggong shouted loudly at the side, and the sound of flowing water could be heard faintly through his azure hair.

"We are born with the ability to absorb the evil and turbid air from heaven and earth for cultivation. This ancient land should be protected by us!" said the ancestor witch Zhurong carelessly.

The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang nodded and said, "We'll talk about the matter of the primordial spirit later. Refining the evil spirit and turbid air of the prehistoric world and stabilizing the prehistoric world is the mission given to us by the Father God. As the descendants of the Father God, we should do our best!"

"We should practice diligently and never lose the face of Father God!"

"Yes!"

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Just as the Twelve Ancestral Witches were discussing in the Pangu Temple, Yang Gui, who had come down from Mount Buzhou, stopped in front of a large innate formation.

Looking at the innate formation in front of him, Yang Gui's face was filled with joy, "It's a good omen to encounter a treasure when going out!" The innate formation attracted the innate spiritual energy around it and hid the formation itself within the Buzhou Mountain. If one of Yang Gui's formations had not been perfected, it would have been impossible for any other innate sacred being to discover such a secret formation.

The laws of the formation were flowing on Yang Gui's body, and his eyes flashed with golden light.

"Hey! Whatever you think will come true!"

In an instant, he saw what was happening inside the innate formation.

A thousand-foot-long gourd vine emitting colorful light, with eight gourds of different colors hanging on it.

Isn’t this the innate gourd, one of the ten top-grade spiritual roots that he had been dreaming of?

The moment he saw the Xiantian Gourd, Yang Gui felt a little confused, "Doesn't this Xiantian Gourd Vine only produce seven gourds? It looks like there are eight!"

While he was thinking, his whole body was emitting the light of formation and he walked into the innate formation.

Amidst the ripples, it appeared in front of the innate gourd vine.

"There's one more colorful gourd!"

Only after entering the formation did Yang Gui see the specific situation clearly.

A thousand-foot gourd took root in a piece of fertile soil, emitting colorful light.

On the gourd vine, there are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and a colorful gourd hanging in the front row.

The colorful gourd is located at the front of the gourd vine, absorbing the original power from the vine and shining brightly.

Legend has it that this innate gourd is the chaos gourd in the chaos. Due to the influence of Pangu's creation of the world, its origin was damaged and it fell into the primeval world.

Because of its strong foundation, deep origin, or other reasons, it is unable to transform.

In the end, it could only be divided and refined into various spiritual treasures by the ancient saints.

He became famous in the later generations.

Yang Gui carefully sensed the innate gourd vine and found a very horrible wound at its root.

Looking at it, it almost brought tears to his eyes.

"The wound left by Pangu's axe!"

Axe light filled the air and space distorted.

This is the scar left by Pangu Axe, the divine artifact that created the world.

With such a horrible injury, the origin is almost shattered. No wonder it is unable to give birth to any spiritual intelligence and take shape.

It's lucky that it's not dead.

But this had no effect on Yang Gui. "I have already obtained two artifacts for creating humans. Now I only need the gourd vine."

"Seeing you today, you are destined to fall into my hands."

After saying this, the power of the laws intertwined together to form a palm several thousand feet long and grabbed over.

Rumble!
The ground shook.

Under Yang Gui's astonished gaze, the Hand of Law was chopped into pieces by a flash of axe.

"This Pangu is so powerful! Just a residual attack can break my casual attack!"

Yang Gui was amazed.

Is this the Immortal Lord Hunyuan, who has the strength of the Dao level?

Looking at the root of the Xiantian Gourd Vine again, Yang Gui did not rush to attack, "Pangu, Pangu, did you do this intentionally or unintentionally?"

This attack was much stronger than the one that hit him before.

It seems that old guy Hongjun also secretly picked a blue gourd. This old guy is unparalleled in scheming and he must know something.

Thinking of this, Yang Gui stopped worrying and said, "If that's the case, I'll wait for a while."

"But I won't hesitate to take what I deserve!"

Among the eight gourds, only the colorful gourd is fully ripe, while the other seven are in different states, some are half-cooked, and some are about to mature.

Those that are half-baked will probably have to wait until the sermon in Zixiao Palace to mature.

Yang Gui raised his hand, and a stream of Three Lights Divine Water appeared. It flew to the root of the Xiantian Gourd Vine and disappeared. "Since we are so predestined, and I picked another gourd from you, this little bit of Three Lights Divine Water will be my compensation."

After saying that, the Hand of Law appeared again and grabbed the mature colorful gourd.

However, when Yang Gui touched the colorful gourd, his expression changed.

"What a sneak attack!"

(End of this chapter)