Chapter 1157 Xiangliu's Disappointment
"Teacher, it is our fault that we neglected our duties and allowed the Eight Great Ancestral Witches to destroy Chanjiao. Please punish me, Teacher!"
In the Zixiao Palace, the five elders of Xuanmen knelt in a row to apologize to Patriarch Hongjun.
As elders, they failed to protect the Xuanmen juniors in time, which was their dereliction of duty. Even though some of the eight ancestral witches acted too quickly and failed to react in time, they were derelict in their duties.
At this moment, Ancestor Hongjun's aura was suppressed, and his face was extremely calm, giving people the feeling that a storm was about to come.
He was really angry. The last time he was angry was when Lord Tongtian destroyed the Great Desolation.
It is true that Guangchengzi once massacred the people of the Jiuli clan. The ancestral witches had their reasons for seeking revenge on Guangchengzi. However, what did the ancestral witches think of Hongjun?
He is the master of Xuanmen!
He, Hongjun, was not an unreasonable person. If it were during the calamity period, the ancestral witches would have destroyed all three Xuanmen sects, not to mention the Chan sect.
However, when the world was at peace, the ancestral witches destroyed the Chan religion. This move completely ignored him.
"I can't blame you entirely for this matter. The eight great ancestral witches took action together. Even if you arrive at Kunlun Mountain in time, what can you do?"
Ancestor Hongjun did not blame the elders for this matter. After the Battle of the Gods, the elders spent countless energy cleaning up the mess left by the Sanqing Dynasty.
Even if the Chan Sect is destroyed, it is still a disaster caused by the Yuanshi Tianzun believers. If he wanted to blame, he would only blame Yuanshi Tianzun, but not the five Taiyi Taoists.
"Teacher, which senior brother do you want to take action against the eight great ancestral witches?"
Taoist Taiyi asked after hesitating for a moment.
Instead of boosting others' ambitions and destroying his own prestige, the eight ancestral witches joined forces, and the five of them could only win away a few of them unless they fought tooth and nail. But in that case, Xuanmen and Pangu Alliance would forge greater hatred, which is not in line with the current situation of the prehistoric world.
To capture the eight great ancestral witches, they must be suppressed with absolute force so that they cannot even resist.
Looking at the ancient world, only saints can do this.
Ancestor Hongjun said: "To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. Since it was Zhou Qing who helped the ancestral witch resurrect, then let Zhou Qing suppress them!"
Ancestor Hongjun’s words decided the fate of the eight great ancestral witches.
Outside the forbidden area of Pangu Palace, the eight great ancestral witches were telling Tianwu with great interest how they destroyed Yuxu Palace and killed Guangchengzi.
"Well done, a mere junior actually dares to kill me, the son of the Wu clan. It's a pity that I can't go out, otherwise, I will break Guangchengzi's neck with my own hands."
Tian Wu listened to the narrations of the ancestral shamans and applauded repeatedly, wishing he could also participate.
Several ancestral witches were happily enjoying themselves. Suddenly, Xiang Liu came outside the forbidden area and saw a panic on his face:
"Ancestral witches, something bad has happened. Because the Chan sect was destroyed, Ancestor Hongjun was furious and wanted to destroy our witch clan!"
"What? Mr. Hongjun wants to destroy our Wu clan? How dare he!"
Tian Wu's face instantly became extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of anger and disbelief. The eight great ancestral witches were equally furious. Although they knew that this move might offend Patriarch Hongjun, they did not expect that Patriarch Hongjun would do it so brilliantly.
"What did Sister Houtu say? She is an authentic spokesperson, equal to Mr. Hongjun. Besides, that plum civet cat was once protected by my witch clan. At this time, he should stand up and speak."
Tian Wu said through gritted teeth, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Empress Houtu said that she is no match for Ancestor Hongjun, but she decided to fight to the death with Ancestor Hongjun."
Xiang Liu answered eagerly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Fight to the death? Sister Houtu really said that?"
A trace of shock flashed across Tian Wu's face, and at this moment, he realized how serious the matter was. Empress Houtu can say "fight to the death", which shows that the Hongjun ancestor is so powerful that Empress Houtu cannot defeat her.
The other ancestral witches also began to panic.
"No, it can't be right? Sister Houtu is the spokesperson of the authentic way, and Mr. Hongjun is the spokesperson of the heavenly way. They are both spokespersons, so they shouldn't be too far apart."
"Yes, what's more, there is still a spokesperson for humanity standing on the side of the Wu clan. No matter how powerful Hongjun is, he can still defeat the tunnel with one against two, with the cooperation of the spokesperson for humanity?"
The ancestral witches constantly emphasized the identity and status of Empress Houtu, and repeatedly mentioned Fang Yang. They seemed to use this method to prove that the witch clan had the ability to compete with ancestor Hongjun.
However, the more they do this, the more they show a guilty conscience. They knew that this time, they had caused great disaster to the Wu clan.
The air suddenly solidified, the ancestral witches became quiet, and everyone felt extremely heavy. They admitted they regretted it. Their impulsiveness brought great disaster to the Wu clan.
Zhu Jiuyin suddenly said: "In short, we must not surrender to Mr. Hongjun. Our Wu Clan has been fighting against the heaven and the earth since we were born. Mr. Hongjun relies on his advanced cultivation and wants to bully our Wu Clan with strength. , that’s a wrong calculation.”
"That's right! I, the son of the witch clan, will be a witch hero in life, and I will be a ghost hero in death. If heaven wants to destroy my witch clan, then my witch clan will destroy this sky!"
Zhu Rong also made bold words.
At this moment, he looked like a hero who was oppressed by power and had to rise up to resist. If he puts on the imprisonment and holds the golden cudgel, his image may be the same as that of the Monkey King who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
The other ancestral witches were infected when they heard this.
"Brother Zhurong is right. The death of our Wu clan members is just a return to the embrace of the Father God. It's no big deal."
"Death is not terrible. Die for the dignity of our Wu clan, die for the glory of our Wu clan, die gloriously, die great!"
"Even if old Hongjun destroys our Wu clan, so what? Even if the Wu clan is destroyed, there are still thousands of Wu clans in the prehistoric world. The spirit of our Wu clan to resist the way of heaven and fight against fate will always be passed down between heaven and earth."
"Hahaha! Okay, our Wu clan will unite and fight against old Hongjun. Even if we die, we will be lively on the road to the underworld."
The heroic words of the ancestors of the witches echoed in the hall, but they did not notice that Xiangliu looked at them with extreme disappointment.
Originally, Xiangliu respected the ancestors of the witches very much. Once, the ancestors of the witches were his beliefs. In order to help the ancestors of the witches revive, he made a lot of efforts.
But now, he no longer has any expectations for these ancestors of the witches.
Although the Wu clan was created by the ancestors, each of them is a living being, not an object to be disposed of at will.
The nine ancestors did not treat the people of the Wu clan as independent individuals. The Wu clan members called each other affectionately, but the words they said were colder than the cold air in the ice hell.
What a lively road to the underworld, when the ancestors died, they would go to the land of eternal calamity. When ordinary Wu clan members died, they would disappear forever between heaven and earth!
Xiangliu thought of the simple Wu people in the Wu clan, and hated the nine ancestors to the extreme. (End of this chapter)
