Chapter 72 Nuwa Becomes a Saint

"What do you want our blood for?"

Di Jiang instantly became vigilant. They were transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu's father. The essence and blood were very important to them. They were the source of their essence, just like the essence of other living beings.

"Nu Wa is about to become a saint. Do you think she will let the Witch Clan go? You have also seen how powerful the saint is. Do you think you can stop her?"

"I have told you a long time ago that the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Evil Formation is not omnipotent. If I have any intention against you, just let my two brothers come and snatch it away. Do you think you can resist it?"

"My two brothers have become saints and have spied on the secrets of heaven. This time they are measuring the tribulation for the lich. Both the witch clan and the demon clan have to be seriously injured. They have to withdraw from the battle for the protagonists of the ancient world. Only by measuring the tribulation can the tribulation be eliminated."

"If it weren't for the sake of being both descendants of Pangu, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Ling Xiao said a little annoyed.

Di Jiang's self-righteousness and arrogance are really annoying.

After hearing Ling Xiao's words, the Twelve Ancestral Witch's face became extremely embarrassed.

really!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi have become saints. If you want to plot against them, it will be easy to deal with them. There is no need to waste your breath with them.

And if Sanjinwu wanted to kill them, they would have died long ago.

In an instant, all the twelve ancestral witches were discouraged. They no longer had the arrogance and tyranny of the past. In the past, if the saints did not appear, no one could defeat the formation of the twelve gods.

Now that the saint has appeared, the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons appears so powerless in front of the saint.

"Is it true that the Wu clan is going to perish? The prehistoric era was clearly opened up by Father God. We, the Wu clan, should be the protagonists and take charge of the prehistoric era for Father God." Di Jiang looked unwilling.

"You still don't understand that the prehistoric world was opened up by God the Father. Now that the Father God is dead, it is the way of heaven that is in charge of the prehistoric times. What the way of heaven wants is stability and the elimination of all dangerous factors."

"The ferocious beast measured the calamity and destroyed the Chaos Demon God; the Longhan measured the calamity and completely eliminated the Chaos Demon God; now it's time to eliminate the disobedient descendants of Pangu."

"Your self-righteousness is just a calculation of heaven."

Ling Xiao looked at Di Jiang with pity.

After all, the Wu Clan helped the three Jinwu brothers act as a shield and bought them a lot of time. After all, they couldn't bear to watch the Wu Clan's destruction.

What's more, the Wu clan is the most critical chess piece in Ling Xiao's many future plans.

"That's it, that's it." Di Jiang finally realized it, his whole person was decadent, and he no longer had any ambition.

"Is it true that our witch clan cannot become saints?" Hou Tu asked unwillingly.

"No, you can become a saint. In addition to the way of heaven, there is also the way of earth. Your chance of becoming a saint is indeed in the sea of ​​blood and the six paths of reincarnation."

"But the evil has been done, and the witch clan will not die, and the calamity will never disappear. Give me a drop of your blood essence, and use the six paths of reincarnation in the future, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

Ling Xiao pointed out.

The six words of "Authentic Path" and "Six Paths of Reincarnation" hit Hou Tu's mind like thunder, like an enlightenment, something had been grasped in the dark.

After a long time, Hou Tu came back to his senses and said: "I vaguely sensed the opportunity to become a saint. Fellow Taoist Ling Xiao did not lie to us."

After that, Hou Tu took out a drop of blood essence and handed it to Ling Xiao, and the other ancestral witches followed suit.

"If I become a saint, can I protect the Witch Clan?" Hou Tu asked unwillingly.

"No, if the Wu Clan is not destroyed and the calamity continues to hinder the development of the ancient world, the Taoist Ancestor will take action." Ling Xiao shook his head.

The hope that had just risen in the eyes of the other eleven ancestral witches was instantly shattered, and they all felt extremely heavy.

"Then what should we do next?" Di Jiang asked.

"Fellow Taoist Houtu went to the Blood Sea to find the opportunity to become a saint. Don't bother with the affairs of the witch clan anymore. As for you, you are all dead anyway. You can do whatever you want."

"However, don't touch the human race created by Nuwa. Your chance of survival will be greater."

After that, Ling Xiao took twelve drops of blood essence and left.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches discussed it with a heavy heart, and Hou Tu went to the Sea of ​​Blood. The other eleven Ancestral Witches took the Witch Clan and continued to fight against the Demon Clan. They were all going to die anyway. Kill the Monster Clan and settle their grudges later.

On this day, Nuwa's voice resounded throughout the world.

"The way of heaven is above. Today, I, Nuwa, feel that there are no living beings in the ancient world. She created the innate Tao body to be a human being and create good fortune in the ancient world."

"Human race, stand."

When the voice fell, the incomparable power of merit fell. The combined power of the previous merits of proving the heavenly marriage and creating the demon script was less than half of what it was this time.

Half of the majestic merit fell on Nuwa, 10% fell on the innate gourd vine, and 40% fell on the three thousand innate humans created by Nuwa, and their cultivation levels immediately soared.

And Nuwa, shrouded in the golden light of vast merits and virtues, immediately became a saint. Golden rain fell from the sky, flowers fell from the sky, and fairy sounds curled up.

Nuwa became a saint, and all the creatures in the ancient world were overjoyed. Finally, someone could take care of the Witch Clan. The happiest thing was the Demon Clan. With the support of the Saint, the Witch Clan was still jumping up and down.

Except for Hou Tu, the other eleven ancestral witches have long been mentally prepared, and now they are completely outlaws, completely ignoring them and continuing to hunt down the demon clan.

Nuwa saw that she had become a saint, and the witch clan did not give them any face, so she immediately wanted to kill the witch clan, but at this moment, Hongjun's voice sounded in her mind: "Don't be tainted with the cause and effect of calamity anymore, leave the prehistoric world, Go to the outer chaos to open a dojo.”

Hongjun spoke very seriously, more like an order. Nuwa did not dare to disobey, and suppressed her anger and said: "Now that I have become a saint, I will open the Wa Palace in the chaos outside the sky. Thousands of years later, I will preach in the Wa Palace and bring peace to all living beings in the prehistoric times." Come and listen.”

After saying that, Nuwa obediently flew towards the chaos outside the sky.

The demon race was confused. Shouldn't they have taken action to destroy the witch race? It would have been fine if they didn't take action, but even when they were hunted down by the witch race, Queen Nuwa didn't care. What did this mean?

Seeing that his sister didn't care about the demon race after becoming a saint, Fuxi was angry and immediately flew to the outer chaos to ask Nuwa for an explanation.

On Shaoyang Mountain, Laozi couldn't wait any longer. He already knew how to prove his way, and he was just waiting for Nuwa to create the human race.

"Heaven is above. Today, I, Taiqing Laozi, see that the human race is weak, and I want to teach the human race the great way of the golden elixir, educate the human race, and suppress the destiny with the Kongtong Seal."

"Human teaching, stand!"

Laozi's voice spread throughout the prehistoric world, and Heaven once again bestowed merits. Although not as much as the merits of Nuwa's creation of humans, it was not less. Seventy percent fell on Laozi, and thirty percent fell on the Kongtong Seal.

Laozi didn't become a saint on the spot directly with the power of merit like Nuwa did. There was no way. The power of merit was not enough to become a saint on the spot.

Laozi sacrificed the three corpses, and under the power of merit and the effect of Hongmeng purple qi, the three corpses merged into one, and he became a saint.

Seeing Laozi establish a religion and become a saint.

Tongtian, Jieyin and Zhunti suddenly brightened their eyes, and suddenly realized that at this moment they all understood their own way.

Only Yuanshi thought about revenge all day long, and never thought about comprehending his own way. His cultivation level caught up, but he couldn't walk out of his own way, and it was useless to have Hongmeng purple qi on him.

Like Nuwa, she walked out of the way of creation, and then she was able to become a saint on the spot with the help of Hongmeng purple qi and a lot of merit.

Laozi walked out of the golden elixir road, which was unique. In the whole prehistoric world, only Laozi could make elixirs.