Chapter 364: Sacrifice at Lingshan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches Return!

Sun Wukong stood on the Lingshan Mountain, and the luck of Western teachings boiled around him. As the luck surged crazily, his strength continued to increase.

Seeing the changes in Sun Wukong's body, the other three corpses of the saint no longer had any scruples, and even wanted to interrupt Sun Wukong at the expense of their original energy.

They were sitting in the void, with Vajra's angry eyes and golden lotus flowers emerging under their feet.

His figure quickly rose up, with lotus growing at every step. In an instant, another saint's dharma appeared, and the fragrance of pear wood filled the entire spiritual mountain.

The Dharma image stands in the sky with its feet on the lotus platform. Twelve kinds of rainbow lights appear behind the head, including infinite light, boundless light, unobstructed light and other rainbow lights.

The Dharma Appearance exudes a terrifying aura, and the rules of heaven are manifested in every move and every move.

"Give me the luck of the Western Sect!" the three corpses of the saint roared angrily.

Ran Deng was devoured by Demon Ancestor Rahu, which they could not accept.

Now, Rahu has transported the energy of Mahayana Buddhism to Sun Wukong, and they cannot tolerate this.

Even if they use their own origins, even if they want to kill Sun Wukong, they will never allow this to happen.

As soon as he finished speaking, Faxiang Heaven and Earth had already taken a step forward. Just the movement of moving forward made the whole heaven and earth shake.

This is the Dharma of heaven and earth. A single thought can create the heaven and earth, and a single thought can destroy all sentient beings.

The rules of heaven and earth are disrupted, and the law of heaven and earth can suppress almost everything.

At this moment, the three corpses of the saint have no scruples, and the laws of heaven and earth are almost integrated with the rules of heaven.

Even with the blessing of luck, Sun Wukong's strength has improved, but he will never be the opponent of Faxiang Heaven and Earth.

However, the next moment, the void around Sun Wukong shook, and twelve different divine lights emitted from his body.

The divine light was bright and dazzling, and the heaven and earth transformed by the three corpses of the saint were directly pushed away by the divine light.

Looking closely, he saw a drop of purple-black blood coming out of Sun Wukong's body, and the blood exuded simple and primitive fluctuations.

The divine light that bounces off the heaven and earth of the Dharma is emanating from this drop of blood.

Even Sun Wukong had not expected this scene. He only knew that Senior Black Mist was hidden in his body, but he did not know that such a terrifying drop of blood essence remained in his body.

Just a drop of blood essence can block the attacks of the three corpses of the saint.

Just as he was thinking, that drop of blood essence had changed, transforming into twelve drops of blood essence, each drop of blood essence having a different color.

But even if the colors of the essence and blood are different, these essences and blood still exude simple and primitive fluctuations.

"Is this? The essence and blood of the ancestral witch!"

With just one glance, the three corpses of the saint were able to see the roots of these twelve drops of essence and blood.

With such a simple and primitive aura, the only possibility to exert such power is the essence and blood of ancestral witches.

After seeing the appearance of the ancestral witch essence and blood, he vaguely guessed a possibility and felt something bad in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the twelve drops of essence and blood radiated brightly, and the Mahayana Buddhist destiny that was originally condensed around Sun Wukong was inexplicably attracted.

The luck of Mahayana Buddhism crazily pours into the twelve drops of essence and blood. The essence and blood are also welcome to come, and they crazily absorb the massive amount of luck of Mahayana Buddhism like a whale swallowing a cow.

The boundless evil energy gathered crazily, and as the Mahayana Buddhism's luck was continuously absorbed, the blood essence also began to change.

Figures exuding terrifying aura emerged one after another, containing the primitive aura of various laws.

These twelve figures are none other than the twelve ancestral witches who once dominated the ancient land. With the help of massive luck, the essence and blood of the ancestral witches turned into the phantoms of the twelve ancestral witches.

Seeing the shadows of the Twelve Ancestral Witches emerging, the expressions of the three Bodhi Patriarchs became increasingly ugly. The Faxiang Heaven and Earth who were fighting against Sun Wukong tried their best to prevent the changes in the essence and blood.

However, the next moment, flags appeared in the hands of Zu Wu Xuying.

Each flag is as tall as a person. The flags are filled with evil spirits and murderous intentions are everywhere. They are the evil flags of Dutian Shen.

As the flags were lowered, extremely strong evil spirits appeared out of thin air and surged in all directions, and the formation of the Twelve Capital Gods and Evil Spirits was formed.

In just an instant, the evil energy condensed in the formation has evolved into substance. The aura on the evil flags of the gods is also rising, and Sun Wukong's aura is even more rising.

The formation's light shone brightly, and the phantom of the ancestral witch gradually solidified, and the aura on his body became more terrifying.

Above the shadow of the ancestral witch, the primitive aura of various laws surged, as if it were destroying the dead.

But it wasn't over yet. The twelve Dutian Shensha flags began to circle continuously, and finally gathered at the same position.

The twelve ancestral witches followed closely behind, and also gathered together with the movement of the evil flags of the gods.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely tall shadow holding a giant ax condensed out.

He has an indifferent expression and is not angry. His mere appearance makes people afraid to look directly at him.

"Pangu's true body!" The three corpses of the saint murmured to themselves.

He knew the identity of this figure. This figure was none other than Pangu's true form, which was condensed from the formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods.

The reason why the Wu Clan was able to dominate the ancient land back then was because of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and the True Form of Pangu.

In its heyday, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were comparable to semi-saints. Even if they were just shadows of the Twelve Ancestral Witches now, it was enough for him to take him seriously.

While thinking, Pangu's true body seemed to merge with Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong's aura was also raised to the level of the pinnacle quasi-sage.

Sun Wukong held the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand, but he seemed to be holding the giant axe. He could feel the terrifying power contained in his body with every move he made.

Seeing the changes in Sun Wukong, the three corpses of the saints were shocked and angry, but they had no intention of giving up.

It was related to the fate of Mahayana Buddhism and the future of the entire Western religion. How could he give up this matter easily?

At this point, the only way to save everything was to defeat the phantoms of the twelve ancestor witches.

While thinking, he had already mobilized more origins at all costs and activated the Dharma Realm again.

As the origins poured into it, the Dharma Realm shone brightly, the patterns of the Great Dao spread all over the Dharma Realm, and the runes of the Great Dao kept jumping around the Dharma Realm.

Every move made everything around annihilate and made the heaven and earth tremble.

This level of power has almost exceeded the quasi-saint and reached the limit of the quasi-saint level.

Seeing this, Dizang and others took a breath, and their tense nerves were slightly relieved.

Although everything today was full of twists and turns, there was a human emperor who had attained the status of a quasi-saint, three saints and three corpses of immortal gods, the demon ancestor Luohou who had taken over the body of the Buddha, and the phantoms of the twelve ancestor witches reappeared.

But it was obvious that the saints and three corpses were angry, and they had to stop everything from happening even at the cost of a huge price.

In their view, if the saints and three corpses attacked in anger, even if Sun Wukong had the twelve heavenly gods and demons, he would have absolutely no chance.

However, seeing the Dharma Realm coming, Sun Wukong was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled as he controlled the ultimate power.

"Come on, I was just thinking about trying it!" Sun Wukong said with a smile.

He had always wanted to seek revenge on Ran Deng and the Western Church.

Now, Ran Deng has been swallowed by Senior Luohou, which can be regarded as revenge for them.

But his grievances with the Western Church did not end easily. He understood that the real calculations were the two saints of the Western Church, and the ultimate beneficiary was the entire Western Church.

It is not difficult to see from the reaction of the three corpses of the saint that the luck of the Western Church absorbed by the blood of the ancestor witch is extremely important to the Western Church.

As long as it is an opportunity that is harmful to the Western Church, he will naturally not let it go easily. He has such a powerful force, how can he let go of such an opportunity?

And for him, such a battle is an extremely valuable experience.

In the process of fighting, he can't help but touch the side and find the possibility of further progress.

Seeing the Dharma Realm coming, he mobilized his own strength to the maximum and took the initiative to meet it.

"Boom!"

Sun Wukong faced the Dharma Realm and collided with the Dharma Realm.

The world was overturned, and the terrifying breath surged in all directions, causing the entire Lingshan to shake.

Huge waves resounded through the world, evil spirits and Buddha light overflowed, and the vast Dao appeared.

The sky was dark, and thousands of rules were broken, as if the sun and the moon were about to sink.

However, the expected scene of the Dharma Realm suppressing Sun Wukong did not appear.

At the center of the storm, Sun Wukong and Dharma Heaven and Earth were in a stalemate, and neither could do anything to the other.

Obviously, the collision between Dharma Heaven and Earth and Sun Wukong was a scene of equal strength.

This was completely beyond the expectations of the Western Sect disciples. After all, the three corpses of the saints had already used their own origins, almost reaching the limit of the quasi-saint level.

At this moment, the three corpses of the saints also realized the strength of Sun Wukong and could only pin their hopes on Bodhi Patriarch and another three corpses of the saints.

If Bodhi Patriarch and the other two could solve their opponents, they could also help him and prevent the loss of the Western Sect's luck.

But when he set his sights on the other two battlefields, his hope had been shattered.

It was seen that the three corpses of the saints who were confronting the Human Emperor did not have any advantage. Even if they dealt with the Human Emperor at all costs, they did not get any benefit.

Even because of their attack on the Human Emperor, they had been backlashed by the luck of the human race and hurt their own origin.

As for Bodhi Patriarch who fought against Demon Ancestor Rahu, he was not even as good as the other three corpses of the saint.

Although Bodhi Patriarch possessed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, Demon Ancestor Rahu held the two treasures, the God-killing Spear and the Twelve-Rank World-Destroying Black Lotus.

Moreover, as time went on, Demon Ancestor Rahu gradually adapted to the body of Randeng.

From the beginning, the two were evenly matched, but slowly became Demon Ancestor Rahu had the upper hand.

The three battlefields were evenly matched, which was beyond his expectations.

While thinking, he fought with Sun Wukong for a few more blows, but he was surprised to find that the strength that Sun Wukong could exert was getting stronger and stronger.

If this continued, the three of them would not only be unable to suppress Sun Wukong and the other two, but would even be defeated by Sun Wukong.

Of course, they were not without hope, and their saint bodies were also paying attention to this battle.

As soon as the blood of the ancestor witch appeared, the main body had sent other three corpses of saints to support. As long as they persisted for a while, the situation could be reversed.

However, as Sun Wukong gradually adapted to the power of Pangu's true body, Sun Wukong had firmly gained the upper hand.

The Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Gods and Demons formation was also quietly changing. The range covered by the formation was gradually expanding, and finally covered the entire Lingshan Mountain.

As for the other two battlefields, Li Shimin and the Demon Ancestor Luohou also firmly gained the upper hand.

However, the next moment, the Bodhi Patriarch, who had persisted hard, smiled.

"Finally!"

He had clearly felt that the other three corpses of saints were about to arrive.

As long as the other three corpses of saints arrived, the situation could be reversed instantly.

They wanted to take back the fortune of the Western Church and suppress the Demon Ancestor Luohou again.

However, just when Bodhi Patriarch and others thought that the situation was settled, the whole Lingshan Mountain began to tremble wildly.

Unconsciously, the twelve Dutian God and Evil Flags had appeared in all directions of Lingshan Mountain, and the Twelve Dutian God and Evil Array had engulfed the entire Lingshan Mountain.

Various origin laws filled the array, bursting out with Lingtian light, and the strong wind, huge waves, and thunder almost reopened the world.

In the array, the power of killing was rampant, and the various origins seemed to surpass and break thousands of rules, and even the Western Sect disciples rushed over one by one.

Almost instantly, those origins had swallowed up the Western Sect disciples, and their souls flew away, and the evil spirit in the array was also raised to a higher level.

Seeing this situation, Bodhi Patriarch's smile stopped abruptly. He did not care about his own safety and directly activated the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, intending to protect these Western Sect disciples.

However, the incident happened suddenly, and they did not expect all this at all.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree only saved a few disciples, and most of the disciples were swallowed by those origins.

Even more terrifying evil spirits filled the formation. Seeing this, Bodhi Patriarch finally realized what he was going to do.

At this moment, several other saints and three corpses arrived, but Bodhi Patriarch's attention was always on the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Evils formation.

In the formation, Pangu's shadow had dissipated and turned into the shadows of the twelve ancestor witches.

The luck of the Western Church was being absorbed by the shadows, and the boundless evil spirits transformed by the Western Church disciples were also merging with the shadows.

As the luck and evil spirits were absorbed, the shadows of the ancestor witches were solidifying, and their eyes were even more agile. This was the ancestor witches reviving.

In an instant, the shadows of the ancestor witches turned into substance and stood in the Twelve Capitals of Gods and Evils formation.

That was Dijiang, who was like a lamp, with six wings and four feet, Ju Mang, who had a bird body and a human face, and was green and tender. Zhu Rong was covered with red scales and stepped on a fire dragon.

The most primitive origin of heaven and earth floated around them, and the formation was filled with various origins of heaven and earth.

Countless years have passed. With the help of the vast amount of luck of the Western Church and the evil spirit transformed by the Western Church disciples, the twelve witch ancestors reappeared in this world.

Seeing the appearance of the twelve witch ancestors, even if the six saints and three corpses arrived, Bodhi Patriarch and the other six had no intention of taking action.

"This matter is far from over!" Bodhi Patriarch said viciously.

He was angry and furious, but he attached great importance to the appearance of the twelve witch ancestors.

These are the twelve witch ancestors. When they join forces, they are equivalent to the strong men at the level of semi-saints. Even if the six saints and three corpses join forces, they are also extremely difficult opponents.

What's more, in addition to the twelve witch ancestors, there are also Sun Wukong and the other two here.

But even so, they have to fight. Today's battle is related to the fate of the Western Church!

The battle is still going on. At the same time, in the Lingshan Dojo in the chaos, the Taoist Zhunti and the Taoist Jieyin who saw all this looked livid.

At this point, how could they not understand who was behind all this?

The next moment, the figures of the two had disappeared in the Lingshan Dojo. (End of this chapter)