Chapter 95 Ksitigarbha cries

"Well, my little sister is still smart."

Qiang Liang raised a smirk on his lips and sent a message to the great witch Xingtian, asking Xingtian to personally supervise Ksitigarbha and beat him if he dared to be lazy.

At the entrance of the underworld, the evil corpse of Laozi led the team, taking Chanjiao Guangchengzi and Jiejiao Fire Spirit Madonna to enter the underworld to get a share of the pie.

As a result, he was blocked and beaten by several powerful witches.

Although there is only one out of ten Wu clan today, there is a saying that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse!

No matter how much the Wu Clan declines, they are still the overlords of the ancient world!

What's more, today's witch clan has not only lost a few great witches, but even the eleven ancestral witches who were supposed to have fallen due to the joint conspiracy of Hongjun and Tiandao have all become saints.

My evil corpse is only in the late-stage Saint stage now, and the great witch is all in the mid-stage Saint stage, and he can't withstand being beaten.

As a result, the masters of the three religions who entered the underworld received a lot of beatings and gained nothing at all...

Guangchengzi and Fire Spirit Mother went back to complain in tears, but Yuanshi and Tongtian didn't dare to let out a fart.

Originally, they wanted to divide the fate of the underworld, and they were unreasonable. Moreover, the twelve ancestral witches had all become saints. Even if their magic weapons were powerful, they could not withstand the evil formation of the twelve gods.

The three brothers saw that the tough one was not enough, so they were ready to be soft and find another way.

Now that they have become saints, they can also get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. The Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen are extremely important to the underworld.

As long as they grab the Book of the Underworld, the Witch Clan will have no choice but to let them settle in the underworld.

It's just that the Mingshu has not yet appeared, so he sent his disciples out to look for it.

Because of Ling Xiao's relationship, I can now obtain very little luck from the human race, almost negligible. I have to find a way to get more luck, so I also thought about strengthening the human religion and went out. Looking for disciples.

Guangchengzi and the Fire Spirit Mother cried, and in the underworld, Ksitigarbha cried even more miserably. He vowed not to become a Buddha until hell was empty. It was just talk. He just wanted to share the luck of the underworld to speed up his cultivation.

Through him, Westerners can also obtain some luck from the underworld.

As a result, the Twelve Ancestral Witches actually handed over all the resentful souls to him for salvation, and sent the great witch Xingtian to keep an eye on him day and night.

He couldn't even take a break. If he moved a little too slowly, Xing Tian would punch and kick him. He was Taiyi Jinxian, so he was no match for Xing Tian.

Can't stand it, can't stand it at all.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches treated him like a bull and a horse.

Even the fairy donkeys raised by the three Jinwu brothers did better than him...

What's even more outrageous is that Xing Tian was watching him from the side and wouldn't let him leave the underworld. Even if Ksitigarbha wanted to complain to the Second Saint of the Western Sect, he couldn't.

Xing Tian looked at Ksitigarbha who was crying and saving the resentful soul. He couldn't help it and was so happy.

On the other side, Chi You went to communicate with the Suiren clan on behalf of the Wu clan, and the Suiren clan agreed to let the human race marry the Wu clan.

Experiments have proven that the union of a male shaman and a female human can produce offspring.

The children born have a half chance of being human and a half chance of being witches.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were very happy when they received the news.

"This must be a glimmer of hope left by Father God to the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan no longer has to worry about the annihilation of the clan."

Di Jiang was particularly happy that the Pangu blood pool had dried up and the Wu clan could no longer be created.

In the previous decisive battle between the lich and the witches, the witch clan suffered heavy casualties. Now they don't even have 10 million people. If they don't join Da Luo, they can't escape the longevity limit.

If there is no fresh blood to replenish it, in tens of thousands of years, the Wu clan will only have Daluo and above.

Now, there are only a few dozen people above Daluo Jinxian and above in the Wu Clan.

Dozens of them, can they still be called a clan?

"Lord Dijiang, the acquired witches who were born have much lower qualifications than the innate witches. However, under the protection of the human race's luck, they are less affected by the calamity and can practice to improve their cultivation."

"But if you leave the human race, the influence of the calamity will expand and you will not be able to practice. The acquired witch race has a short lifespan just like the human race. You can only increase your lifespan through practice."

Chi Youhui reports.

"It doesn't matter, let them stay in the human race, as long as the Wu clan can pass on the legacy."

Di Jiang waved his hand and didn't care.

Now that the human race belongs to Ling Xiao, they are both descendants of God the Father, and since they have formed an alliance, there is no need to distinguish them so clearly.

Moreover, the acquired witch clan can only have a chance to grow if they stay in the human clan.

"You stay in the Human Race for the time being and protect the Human Race. The Human Race will help our Wu Clan continue our inheritance. Anyone who dares to touch the Human Race will be in trouble with our Wu Clan." Di Jiang warned.

"Yes, I understand." Chi You responded.

"If the human race wants to grow stronger, it must be self-reliant. If there is no crisis of genocide, you don't have to take action."

At this time, a voice sounded, and Ling Xiao walked out of the Pangu blood pool.

"Oh, brother Ling Xiao is out of seclusion, how do you feel?"

Di Jiang spoke enthusiastically.

"It's not bad. Now my physical body is comparable to that of a late-stage quasi-saint. If I take the ancestral witch essence and blood you gave me before, I should be able to reach the peak of quasi-saint. I can try to take Pangu Chalcedony to become a saint."

Ling Xiao smiled and nodded.

"You only have one chance. Now that we have become saints, our essence and blood are much stronger. Each of us will give you another drop of essence and blood to increase the chance of success as much as possible."

With that said, Di Jiang took out a drop of blood essence and gave it to Ling Xiao, and the other ancestral witches did the same.

"Thank you."

Ling Xiao didn't shirk it, after all, there was only one drop of Pangu Chalcedony, and there was only one chance.

"Hey, there is no need to be so polite between us."

Di Jiang waved his hand, just a drop of essence and blood, they can recover in a hundred years.

"Okay, then I will give the Witch Clan another chance to create good fortune, establish order in the underworld, and improve the underworld. I will definitely gain a lot of earthly merit."

Ling Xiao raised his finger and injected the information about the order of the underworld that he knew in his previous life into Hou Tu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"This move will surely gain a lot of merits. Thank you, Brother Ling Xiao."

Hou Tu was overjoyed after reading it.

"Didn't you say that we don't need to be so polite to each other?"

"Okay, I'll go back to Penglai first."

Ling Xiao smiled and disappeared in a stream of light.

Hou Tu looked at it reluctantly, and then excitedly discussed with her brothers and sisters about the establishment of the 18 layers of purgatory, the establishment of the underworld, and the selection of Yama, Judge, Wu Chang, etc.

Here, Ling Xiao was stopped by Nu Wa halfway.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao, the human race was created by me. You let the human race no longer believe in me and cut off the connection between the human race and my luck. Don't you have to give me an explanation?"

Nu Wa's face was very ugly. Now she can get less and less luck from the human race. The human race no longer believes in her and worships her.

"An explanation?"

"What do you want to explain? Didn't you use the human race as your tool for becoming a saint? Have you ever taken care of the human race after becoming a saint? Don't say you don't know that the demon race slaughtered the human race, and don't say that the human race deserves this disaster."

"You created the human race, but the human race also helped you become a saint. No one owes anyone anything. The Jiutian Xirang and Xiantian Hulu Teng that you created for the human race are mine."

"The destiny of the human race belongs to me. It was promised by Daozu. If you don't accept it, go to Daozu. If you want to fight with me, you can. I will accompany you."

Ling Xiao looked at Nuwa sarcastically.

The most vicious woman's heart is the best interpretation of Nuwa, the saint of the human race.

Nuwa suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the Hulu Teng, that is, the whip of creating people, and the Kongtong Seal that Laozi used to suppress the destiny of the human race, ended up in Lingxiao's hands.

It turned out that Daozu and Lingxiao had reached an agreement long ago.

"Even if I failed in my duty, I created the human race after all. The human race should have three emperors. My brother Fuxi has the fate of an emperor, so he should be reincarnated into the human race and occupy the throne."

"As long as you complete this task, I will swear to the heaven that I will have nothing to do with the human race from now on."

Nuwa said.

The luck of the human race that she can get now is dispensable, so it is better to use it to exchange for something more substantial.