Chapter 1147: The Resurrection of the Ancestral Witch

In the void, Pan Wang stroked the Qi Tian Bao Lun in his hand, and he couldn't let it go.

"Everyone in the world says that the three treasures of Kai Tian are the most powerful innate treasures, but I don't think so. No matter how powerful the three treasures of Kai Tian are, there are ways to resist them. The Qi Tian Bao Lun can change a person's cognition, modify the memory of the Golden Immortal, and play with people's hearts. Such a treasure deserves the name of the first innate treasure."

His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate time and space and see the group of Cihang Zhenren whose memories were tampered with by the Qi Tian Bao Lun.

He knew long ago that Guangchengzi was not an ordinary person, and the elders in the Xuanmen were not in vain.

To deal with the Chan Sect, you can only start from the heart. In that case, no matter what Guangchengzi does, it will be meaningless.

Cihang Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun, Daoxing Tianzun, Taiyi Zhenren, these five Chan Sect great men have hated Guangchengzi to the bone. Even if Guangchengzi had the ability to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, it would be difficult to reverse the defeat.

"Yuanshi Tianzun, I will give you back everything you did to me."

A trace of cruelty flashed in Pan Wang's eyes, and the Qitian Baolun slowly rotated in his hand, emitting a faint glow.

Having found a backer, he was very bold and fearless in doing things. This just made up for his regrets in his previous life.

However, just as Pan Wang launched a crazy revenge on Yuanshi Tianzun, a shocking event was about to happen in the tunnel.

On Mount Buzhou, Hou Tu Niangniang, Zhou Qing, Dijiang, and Gonggong stood on a huge altar with extremely solemn expressions.

In the altar, there was a pool of water of merit. This seemingly small pool was enough to hold a big world.

Imagine how much merit it would take to compress the merit gas into liquid and then fill a big world.

The Wu clan used up all the merits accumulated by the Wu clan since the creation of the world.

In this way, the purpose of the witch clan is obvious. If the witch clan wants to resurrect the rest, they must fight the ancestor witches.

Boom!

At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to have sensed something. Thunderclouds were densely covered above the altar, and the might of heaven was condensed, with the intention of destroying Hou Tu Niangniang who could defy heaven.

Hou Tu Niangniang certainly would not be afraid of heaven. She was the spokesperson of earth, and her status was equal to heaven.

She looked up at the sky and said in a light tone: "Daoyou Hongjun, don't forget your promise."

Ancestor Hongjun promised Hou Tu Niangniang in Zixiao Palace that he would allow the resurrection of the nine ancestor witches.

Of course, Ancestor Hongjun did not go back on his word. When Hou Tu Niangniang spoke, the might of heaven above their heads also dissipated.

The thunderclouds dissipated, the might of heaven subsided, and Hou Tu Niangniang's expression was still as calm as water. She knew that the pressure of heaven was just a test, and the promise of Ancestor Hongjun was the key. She turned her head to look at the ancestor witches around her, and a hint of expectation flashed in her eyes.

"Let's start." Di Jiang said lightly.

Gonggong took out twelve drops of purple-black blood after hearing this.

As soon as these twelve drops of blood appeared in the void, a pure and clean Pangu breath emanated, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the laws of time and space between heaven and earth manifested into entities.

These bloods were refined from the essence and blood of the twelve witch tribes by Hou Tu Zu Wu using the Twelve Gods and Evils Du Tian Formation.

In the past, the twelve ancestor witches used their own essence and blood to create twelve acquired witch tribes. Now, Hou Tu Niangniang did the opposite, returning the essence and blood of these witch tribes to their origin and refining them into the essence and blood of the ancestor witches.

It can be seen that even the powerful are sometimes pulled by invisible lines and keep moving forward.

Gonggong was very careful and sent these twelve drops of extremely precious ancestor witch blood to Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was not tempted by the ancestor witch essence and blood.

Since he learned the truth about his righteous path, his pattern was suddenly opened. Now, he was too late to get rid of Pangu, and he didn't want to be contaminated by anything related to Pangu.

Thinking about Fang Yang's process of proving the Tao, he felt that there was no way forward.

The road to proving the Tao of Hunyuan can only be repeated once. The only thing he can do is to practice as much as possible and become as strong as possible, hoping that he will be able to seize the opportunity when it comes.

He clapped his hands, and twelve Dutian Shensha Banners appeared. Twelve drops of blood fell on the twelve Dutian Shensha Banners.

In fact, it is not difficult to revive the twelve ancestor witches, but it is difficult to condense the true body of the ancestor witches again.

An ancestor witch without the true body of the ancestor witch is not a real ancestor witch at all. Dijiang has a deep understanding of this.

However, Dijiang finally got rid of the identity of Pangu's authentic identity, and he will definitely not fall into the trap again.

After absorbing the authentic blood of the ancestor witches, the demon god patterns on the twelve Dutian Shensha Banners are particularly lifelike, as if they are about to turn into real creatures at any time and place.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing nodded with satisfaction. He had expected this result.

"Gonggong, the ancestor witch, there is only one ancestor witch in the world. You, the Taoist friend, will be the center of the formation!"

As Gonggong took his place, the entire altar began to roar, and rays of light lit up from the twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Banners, and the Twelve Dutian Gods and Demons formation reappeared.

In the center of the formation, Gonggong's figure was particularly conspicuous. He was like the core of the entire formation, controlling all the power.

As the formation operated, the water of merit in the altar began to roll, as if it was boiling. And the twelve Dutian Gods and Demons Banners also emitted a deafening roar under the stimulation of this power, and the demon god patterns on the banners seemed to break out of the banners.

"Dutian Gods and Demons, reunite in their true form!"

Gonggong's voice reverberated over the altar like thunder. He waved his hands violently, and purple-black mana was injected into the Dutian God and Evil Banner.

With the blessing of Gonggong's mana, the demon god patterns on the twelve Dutian God and Evil Banners began to slowly condense and form, turning into twelve huge phantoms, which were exactly the forms of the ancestor witches.

Although they were just phantoms, the aura they exuded was extremely powerful, as if it could tear the world apart.

"I will use the power of Pangu to make the eleven ancestor witches appear in the world!"

Zhou Qing made a move, pushing the power of the twelve Dutian God and Evil formations to the peak, and the entire altar began to tremble, as if it could not withstand the impact of this power.

As the formation operated, the twelve ancestor witch phantoms began to gradually solidify, from the original vagueness to gradually having specific forms and characteristics. Each phantom exuded a different aura, representing the power of an ancestor witch.

Finally, the eleven ancestor witch phantoms were completely solidified and turned into eleven lifelike ancestor witch real bodies. They stood on the altar, each of them exuding a powerful aura that made people's hearts flutter, as if they could control the laws between heaven and earth.

The twelve ancient witches, all returned! (End of this chapter)