Chapter 5354: Strong men gather on Creation Island
The most difficult thing in life is to meet a good opponent.
Xianyao is the most powerful sword god in the world.
Panshi Haiyu is the most powerful high priest of the Pangu clan, the only god clan in the Three Realms.
The strength of these two old ladies is on par with each other.
There are only a few strong people in the Three Realms who can match these two.
They both have an impulse to fight each other because they feel sorry for not meeting each other earlier.
It's a pity that they can't compete happily.
This is the Sea of Forgetfulness. Two thousand feet above is the dome. With their realm, if they use all their strength, it is very likely that the dome will collapse.
The human world is actually very fragile. If it weren't for Nuwa Niangniang using the five-colored divine stone to reinforce the space barrier of the human world, the Middle-earth world would have been riddled with holes.
If the dome above the Sea of Forgetfulness collapses, it is easy to cause a chain reaction.
Once a large area collapses, a super earthquake will occur on the surface.
Both of them knew the consequences and could only suppress the urge to fight.
Pan Shi Haiyu said slowly: "There must be a battle between you and me, but not in the Sea of Forgetfulness."
Xianyao's expression changed slightly, and Li Ziye's expression also became solemn in an instant.
If it is not in the Sea of Forgetfulness, then it can only be on the surface.
As the high priest of the Pangu tribe, Pan Shi Haiyu actually hinted that he would arrive on the surface in the near future. Can it be confirmed that the Pangu tribe will enter the human world in a big way?
Just as the two of them were thinking, dozens of breaths appeared around them.
Most of the breaths came from the distant Creation Island, and a few breaths came from the periphery.
Pan Shi Haiyu looked at a thick darkness and said: "I didn't expect that the Wood God's relics would attract so many strong people to my Creation Island.
The Wood God's relics are not on the Creation Island. Please look for them somewhere else."
A gray-white light circle appeared in the darkness, and a handsome young man in gorgeous silk clothes floated in the light circle.
Hua Wuyou waved a disgusting big peony folding fan and appeared on the side with a smile.
He said slowly: "The Pangu clan is the only god clan in the Three Realms, how can their hospitality be so sad.
I think that with our cultivation, we can make the nobles open the door of creation and let us appreciate the charm of the Creation Island."
As soon as the voice fell, two more people appeared behind Li Ziye.
One was a bald old monk with white beard and eyebrows, and the other was a beautiful woman with a childlike face and white hair.
It was the colorless god monk of Mount Wutai and the demon cult Tiansheng Guo Bier.
In the darkness, there were several powerful auras hidden, and it was obvious that they were not friendly.
For a while, nearly ten Xumi masters gathered on the periphery of the Creation Island.
If it was four or five Xumi masters, the Pangu clan could naturally deal with them and drive them away with their strength.
However, now that nearly ten masters were attracted at the same time, it would be difficult for the Pangu clan to deal with them.
Fortunately, at this time, the strong men of the Pangu tribe on the Creation Island also arrived one after another.
There were about fifty or sixty people.
The leader was Panshi Xuangu's brother, Panshi Xuanchi.
Only Panshi Xuanchi and Panshi Haiyu of the Pangu tribe were Great Xumi, and the others were at the peak of immortality and had not reached the Xumi realm.
If a fight really broke out, the Pangu tribe would not get any benefits.
The Pangu tribe was still a matriarchal society, with a male patriarch and a female high priest.
The person with the highest power in the tribe was not the patriarch, but the high priests of all generations.
At this moment, Panshi Haiyu's eyes were deep.
She knew very well that the reason these people came to the Forgetful Sea, a place where no one was going, was for the Wood God's relics.
These people also knew that the Wood God's relics were probably not on the Creation Island.
The reason why they appeared around the Creation Island was nothing more than two purposes.
First, to find out the news about the Wood God's relics.
Second, to find out the details of the Pangu tribe.
In the past, the Pangu Clan would never allow these outsiders to enter the Creation Island.
Now it is different. The Creation Plan has been launched. The contract signed by the Pangu Clan and Nuwa Niangniang has automatically become invalid, which means that the Pangu Clan no longer needs to continue to protect the Creation Island and the Three Realms.
The secret of the Creation Island should be made public.
After a brief consideration, Pan Haiyu finally lowered the noble head of the God Clan.
Slowly said: "Since you want to come to the Creation Island, then come, but our clan has never welcomed outsiders. Please leave here after twelve hours."
Hua Wuyou smiled and said: "Thank you, High Priest."
At the same time, the mysterious strong men hidden in the darkness also appeared.
There were three people, two men and one woman.
The woman did not look old, only in her early forties, a beautiful woman with elegance and charm.
She was very tall, with white skin and a few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She had experienced countless years in reality.
The two men, one was wearing a black robe, with pale skin and sunken eye sockets.
It turned out to be the ghost fairy's master, the ghost king of the underworld, Xue Tian.
The other man was older, with white hair and wrinkles.
He was wearing a gray-brown robe embroidered with various ancient patterns. He was very tall and a little fat.
This man was not someone else, but Xiao Qi's master, one of the supreme powers in the heaven, the Hunyuan Patriarch.
As soon as the three appeared, they rushed to Hua Wuyou's side.
They formed a team and kept a certain distance from Xianyao, Li Ziye, Guo Bier, and the old monk Wu Se.
Hua Wuyou looked at the three people beside him, and his eyes finally fell on the beautiful middle-aged woman.
The smile on Hua Wuyou's mouth froze, and he twitched. It was obvious that he knew this woman and was very afraid of her.
He said slowly: "I really didn't expect that you also came to the Sea of Forgetfulness."
The woman glanced at him and said: "This Sea of Forgetfulness is not my home. Since you, Hua Wuyou, can come, why can't I come?"
Hua Wuyou laughed dryly and said: "I didn't mean that, it's just a little unexpected."
Ghost King Xue Tian and Hunyuan Patriarch were full of surprise.
Xue Tian said: "Venerable Wuyou, what do you think of this fairy?"
Hua Wuyou said strangely: "Ghost King, don't you know her? Isn't she your underworld..."
"Cough cough..."
The mysterious woman coughed lightly.
Hua Wuyou immediately understood that this old woman didn't want others to know her identity, so she shut up.
Xue Tian's interest became stronger.
Hua Wuyou stopped talking halfway, but there was still a key piece of information.
This woman, whom he had never seen before, was from the underworld, just like himself.
There were only a few great Sumerus in the underworld, the King of Hell, Meng Po, Ksitigarbha, several ghost kings, and several scattered demons in the Shura Sea. He knew these strong men, but had never seen this woman.
