Chapter 85 Hou Tu Becomes a Saint
The ancient times did not keep track of years, and three hundred years only lasted in the blink of an eye.
The period of cessation of war is over, and the demon clan has already prepared to risk everything. Fuxi leads all the demon clan members to kill Buzhou Mountain.
The powerful people who traveled in the ancient world all rushed to Buzhou Mountain to watch the battle. They were curious about what trump card the Demon Clan had and dared to take the initiative to attack the Wu Clan.
No one who can be called a powerful person is a fool. Daozu's order to stop the war was in itself favoring the demon clan. Otherwise, the demon clan would have been killed by the Wu clan five thousand years ago.
Five thousand years ago, after the Demon Clan was hunted by the Witch Clan and hid in Tibet for five thousand years, the Demon Clan changed its situation and took the initiative to attack the Witch Clan. It must have gained some trump cards.
And this trump card must have been given by Daozu or other saints.
The Dao Ancestors all favored the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan, which had dominated the world for countless years, was probably going to be doomed this time.
The Wu Clan once occupied the ancient land and collected countless treasures. Once the Wu Clan was destroyed, if they grabbed some of them, they might get some opportunities.
The peaceful prehistoric period for five thousand years became lively again, and Mount Buzhou became the focus of the entire prehistoric period.
In the Penglai Immortal Mountain, Ling Xiao has not yet come out of seclusion. He has already given the idea to the Wu Clan. Whether he can change his fate against the will of nature depends entirely on the ability of the Wu Clan.
If Ling Xiao steps forward at this time, he will easily be targeted by Hongjun. Now the three Jinwu brothers cannot defeat Hongjun, and it will be very dangerous for him to be targeted by Hongjun.
Moreover, it would be useless for Ling Xiao to come forward because he could not defeat Hongjun.
The demon tribe came to the Wu tribe's territory in a mighty manner, but the Wu tribe did not fight to the death and retreated all the way towards Buzhou Mountain.
Three hundred years later, the Wu Clan has all shrunk to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and the Monster Clan is also closing in.
"Di Jiang, do you dare to go to the thirty-third heaven to fight to the death?"
Fuxi was also deeply affected by the calamity at this moment, his eyes were filled with madness, and he had a sweet dream of the demon clan dominating the ancient world.
However, he still retains some sense and knows that this is not the place for a decisive battle.
"If you want to fight, then fight. There is so much nonsense. Either the Witch Clan will die today, or the Demon Clan will die."
"Set up the formation."
Di Jiang looked at Fuxi coldly. He managed to lure the demon clan here and went to the thirty-third heaven for a decisive battle. He was not crazy.
Seeing that Di Jiang was still so arrogant, Fuxi lost his last bit of reason and also asked the demon clan to form an array.
Both sides understand that the only way to determine the outcome is to fight in a large formation.
The calamity aura at this moment was so intense that both sides were deeply affected, with madness and violence in their eyes.
Hou Tu still attained enlightenment at the Sea of Blood and has not returned. Hou Tu's position was taken by the top ten witches.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and the Ten Great Witches were transformed from the essence and blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which are equivalent to the descendants of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The top ten witches are now all in the middle stage of quasi-sage cultivation. Although their cultivation is not weak, the quality of blood essence and their own heels cannot compare with Hou Tu even if the ten of them put together.
In other words, the Twelve Capitals Divine Evil Formation used at this time was flawed.
However, this is also what the Twelve Ancestral Witches want.
The Twelve Capital Gods formed a great formation, and Pangu's shadow reappeared. With the increase in the overall strength of the twelve ancestral witches and the witch clan, Pangu's shadow is now even more oppressive.
The powerful men who came to watch the battle all stood back with awe on their faces.
The Demon Clan's Nine-turn Tiangang and Five Elements Formation was also set up.
The phantom of the green lotus bloomed, covering the sky and the sun, and with the blessing of the five elements formation of the day after tomorrow, it turned into a five-color light lotus.
On the five-color light lotus, the five-color sky-swallowing python's shadow lingers, its body is billions of miles in size, the snake's head almost reaches the sky, and its momentum is no worse than that of Pangu's shadow.
"Sure enough, the demon tribe has the trump card. The momentum of this formation is no worse than the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods. The outcome is hard to say."
"Without Hou Tu, the top ten witches are far behind the ancestor witches after all. I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the transformation of the blood evil energy."
"Yes, the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods requires the organizer to use his body to transform the blood evil energy condensed by the witches and inject it into the Pangu shadow. The top ten witches may not be able to hold on."
"In this decisive battle, the demon clan has a greater chance of victory."
"You can't say that. If Hou Tu doesn't come back at this time, he may have realized the opportunity to become a saint. If Hou Tu becomes a saint first, the winner will be the Witch Clan."
"..."
All the powerful people were talking about it.
"Open the sky with one move, kill!"
As he spoke, the war was about to break out. Pangu's shadow swung his axe, and the huge light of the ax tore the world apart and struck at the demon clan.
On the demon clan's side, Fuxi presided over the formation, and the colorful sky-swallowing python spit out a terrifying demonic light beam and hit the ax light.
This time, it was the ax light that collapsed, and the demonic light beam continued to attack the Witch Clan.
"Open Heaven's Second Style, Cut."
Di Jiang controlled Pangu's shadow to swing the second axe, blocking the demonic light beam.
"kill."
After gaining the upper hand in the first battle with the Witch Clan, the Monster Clan became excited and became more confident than ever before. They used all their strength to destroy the Witch Clan in one fell swoop.
The huge body of the colorful sky-swallowing python moved, and it opened its bloody mouth and bit into Pangu's shadow. Its momentum seemed to swallow up the entire Wu clan.
"Three forms of opening the sky, cutting."
Di Jiang did not panic, and controlled Pangu's shadow to slash out the third axe. The giant ax collided with the snake head, and a terrifying shock wave rippled out. The space within a million miles around collapsed and the earth trembled.
The earth shook and mountains shook, Buzhou Mountain was also affected, and a large amount of earth and rocks rolled down.
Pangu's shadow and the colorful sky-swallowing python were in a stalemate, and both sides frantically injected energy into the fight.
On the Witch Clan's side, the formation organizers tried their best to transform the blood evil energy into Pangu's shadow. The Witch Clan was okay, but the top ten witches couldn't withstand such crazy transformation. Their bodies turned red due to exertion, as if they might explode at any time. The body dies.
The demon race saw this and injected more mana and demonic energy crazily. As long as the ten witches couldn't hold on, the demon race would win.
On the edge of the sea of blood, Hou Tu saw that the time was almost right and triggered the six reincarnations hidden in the sea of blood.
Six whirlpools emerged from the sea of blood, and the sea of blood was churning. Endless blood and energy were swallowed by the six whirlpools, as if they were going to suck the sea of blood dry.
Minghe and Kunpeng, who were hiding in the depths of the sea of blood and retreating, couldn't sit still and flew out of the sea of blood.
Hou Tu ignored the two and flew above the six reincarnations.
"The earth is above, I am Hou Tu, the ancestor of the witch clan. I feel that the prehistoric world is incomplete. After the death of living beings, the souls have no place to rely on. The dead souls are wandering, causing the blood sea to be full of resentment and evil spirits."
"Now I wish to transform into the six reincarnations, the heavenly gods, the human world, the Asuras, the animals, the hungry ghosts and the hells, to complete the prehistoric world, so that the souls can rely on, enter the reincarnation after death, and eliminate the resentment of heaven and earth. From now on, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and the soul returns to Hou Tu."
"The six reincarnations are established."
Hou Tu's voice resounded throughout the prehistoric world. The moment the voice fell, the earth was touched, and the earth emerged with infinite merits and golden light, gathered together, rushed out of the blood sea, and wrapped Hou Tu and the six reincarnations.
This time, the merits of the earth appeared, which were much more than the merits of the heavenly way that Nuwa gave when she created humans.
Half of it was absorbed by the six reincarnations, and the other half was absorbed by Hou Tu. Hou Tu's aura continued to rise, and finally broke through that layer of confinement, attained sainthood, and became a saint of the earth.
The earth celebrated, and golden lotus emerged on the earth.
