Honghuang: I am a saint of the Dragon Clan

She is Nuwa's mount, and she has to bow her head under the eaves.

You can meet Xu Feng anytime.

If Xu Feng's evil intentions are not dead and he wants to kill her to eat meat, it will be troublesome.

Thinking that he would be slaughtered by Xu Feng, and then plucked and swallowed, Feng Ning hid in fear.

"Ok?"

The shackles on his body eased, and Xu Feng frowned because of it.

Nuwa said:

"Is there something wrong?"

"Less than four points of strength."

Hongjun's strength is really not comparable to that of other saints.

He can directly help Xu Feng reduce the power of the shackles by eight points, while Nu Wa can only reduce four points even if she becomes a saint.

How big the difference is, you can get the result by comparing.

However, considering that Nuwa is a meritorious person, it is understandable.

If it is changed to Sanqing Proving Dao, it should be able to increase some.

About five minutes or so.

"The Taoist ancestor..."

"Eight points."

"......"

Nuwa was shocked.

I didn't expect that there was such a big gap between her and Hongjun, who were both saints.

Maybe more than that.

Because Nuwa is doing her best to help Xu Feng now, but Hongjun is not.

Hongjun helped Xu Feng in Zixiao Palace, just incidentally, and did not help him on purpose.

Calculated, the strength gap will be even greater.

Seeing that Nu Wa was having a hard time accepting this result, Xu Feng smiled and comforted her:

"Beheading three corpses to prove the way, the person who proves the way with merit is a saint, and the one who proves the way with strength is Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. The gap between them can be imagined, even if the way is proved by merit, it may not be the weakest.

The realm of a sage should be based on understanding and accommodating the laws of the Dao, right? "

"I see."

Receiving Xu Feng's comfort and enlightenment, Nu Wa showed a smile on her face, and she no longer felt uncomfortable because of this matter.

After all, Hongjun is the first sage after Kaitian, so it is only natural that he is powerful.

Others are the ancestors of Taoism. Cutting the three corpses to prove the Tao is the path created by others. If you follow the path of others, do you expect to be better than others?

It's not that easy in the world.

So what if her nuwa is not as good as Hongjun, after other people have been proved and become holy, they are not as good as Hongjun.

After thinking about this, Nuwa felt much more comfortable.

At that time, even if Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti are stronger than her Nuwa, they still have to obediently obey Hongjun's words, and no one can escape.

Only Xu Feng is considered free, everyone is just each other.

No one is better than the other.

Moreover, she, Nuwa, does not teach or preach orthodoxy, so she does not need to fight with others because of orthodoxy.

It is more time to realize the power of the law.

A poor foundation in merit and virtue does not mean that the law of comprehension, the law of fusion is worse than other saints.

As long as Nuwa can surpass others in this aspect, her strength can also be improved.

Nu Wa stopped thinking about it and helped Xu Feng calmly.

However, because Xu Feng absorbed a lot of merits and Nuwa's help, the shackles that bound him continued to become lighter, and his practice speed began to soar.

Xu Feng did not return to the East Sea Dragon Palace, so Xu Feng practiced in closed-door training in the Wa Palace.

Anyway, the Dragon Clan does not participate in the prehistoric affairs, no matter whether they are from the Monster Clan or the Witch Clan, they will not take the initiative to come to trouble the Dragon Clan.

Even if Xu Feng is not in Honghuang, nothing will happen to the Dragon Clan.

As for the human race, there is no need to worry. In the past so many years, the population of the human race has exploded, and the number is increasing day by day.

Maybe one day in the future, it will directly surpass the Wuzu and Yaozu.

"Hateful!! This ancestral witch is going to kill Dijun and Taiyi!!!"

After many years of seclusion, after leaving the seclusion, the Twelve Ancestral Witches checked the situation of the Wu clan, and their faces became ugly.

Compared with the Yaozu who replenished the lost troops in just a few years, the situation of the Wuzu is not optimistic.

The population has not recovered much at all, and even because of the previous war, many disabled people were left behind.

Countless years have passed, and the injuries of the twelve ancestor witches have recovered, and many of them have entered the quasi-sage realm, and their strength has become even more terrifying.

But it's just that their twelve ancestor witches have become stronger, and the situation of the witch clan is not optimistic.

If you want to compete with the Yaozu, a large number of troops is essential.

However, the population of the witch clan is growing slowly. According to this growth rate, if they fight the monster clan a few more times, their twelve ancestor witches can become polished commanders.

Such a result made the Twelve Ancestral Witches not reconciled, and among them Zhu Rong cursed angrily.

"What are you looking at me for? Apart from using the blood of ancestral witches to create clansmen in the Pangu Temple, is there any other way to solve the population problem?"

Seeing his younger brothers and sisters looking at him, Dijiang felt dizzy for a while.

I can't help it either, okay?

Is it possible that I have to conjure countless clansmen overnight?

"Use it if you want, it's nothing more than losing some blood essence and stagnant realm. Could it be that the strength of my twelve ancestor witches has stagnated, and the demon clan can still fight against us?"

Zhu Rong directly expressed his agreement with Di Jiang's words.

Chapter 69

The opinions finally reached an agreement, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned directly to the Pangu Temple.

When they came to the blood pool in the Pangu Temple, they looked at each other, and Di Jiang smiled and said:

"I am the head of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, let me come first."

The other ancestral witches all looked at Dijiang, but no one said anything.

If it was normal, Zhu Rong, Gonggong and other ancestor witches would have jumped up to object.

Why did you let Emperor Jiang first? ,

Is it because you are the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

Why?

You don't fight with me anymore?

Di Jiang looked at the group of silent siblings and smiled wryly.

"Pfft~~~"

Looking at the speechless Dijiang, Houtu couldn't help laughing.

Xuanming at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and said:

"If you want to start, start, if you don't start, get out of the way, return the head of the twelve ancestral witches, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, more procrastinating than women."

"........"

What the hell! ! !

I'd love to beat you up, you know?

Di Jiang's eyes widened, looking at Xuan Ming who was loathing him, he felt an urge to hit someone.

But thinking about Xuan Ming's temper, Di Jiang decided not to care about Xuan Ming like this.

I'm a big man, but I'm still a big brother, so what do I care about with my sister?

Don't be angry, don't be angry, this sister is a typical type who is angry with the air, so don't pay attention to it.

After comforting himself, Di Jiang raised his hand, and drops of dark red blood fell from the middle finger of his right hand and fell into the pool of blood below.

Not much blood dripped in, but Di Jiang's face turned pale.

Essence blood is not ordinary blood, losing some of it will lead to a great loss of vitality.

Squeezing out part of his own blood and using it to create his clansmen was very costly for Di Jiang, and his strong aura was greatly reduced.

The blood pool was tumbling, and people from the witch clan came out of it one by one, and paid homage to the twelve ancestor witches.

"We pay homage to Zuwu!!"

"Okay, okay, mother-in-law is the same as women, get out quickly, there are still many people coming out behind."

Having been pissed off by Xuan Ming just now, Di Jiang didn't dare to get angry with Xuan Ming.

So the anger was transferred to these ordinary Wu people.

Let the other ancestral witches be dumbfounded.

As Di Jiang took the lead, other ancestral witches also poured their own blood into the blood pool, using the blood pool and the Pangu Temple to produce batches of witches early.

It's also thanks to the fact that the Pangu Temple is big enough, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for the countless people from the Wu clan to come out.

"You all go out."

After losing a lot of blood, Zhu Rong looked ugly and was very weak, and planned to let all the clansmen go out.

Don't squeeze all of them into this Pangu temple.

This is the territory of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and ordinary Witches cannot stay here.

"Wait!!!"

Seeing that the clansmen were about to leave, Houtu quickly stopped them.

Why not let the tribe leave?

What does it look like to squeeze them all into the Pangu Temple?

Zhu Rong was puzzled, turned around and looked at Houtu, who explained:

"Brother, these clansmen cannot leave."

"Why?"

Now even the other ancestral witches looked over, why can't they leave the Pangu Temple?

Can't you use your brains?

Houtu felt inexplicably tired.

Calculator?

This is not what the Wu people are good at.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches prefer to go straight.

So after using the Pangu Temple to create a large number of clansmen, they wanted to let the clansmen leave as soon as possible, so that they could wait for others to practice and recover from the loss of their bodies.

The result was stopped by Houtu.

"How is the situation of my witch clan?"

Houtu asked a question.

"Of course it's great!! With so many people added, if the people from the monster race come to attack, they must look good!!!"