My Taoism leads to the prehistoric

Chapter 190 The Big Show Begins!
A gray world of darkness.

Difu, Peaceful Heart Hall.

"Han Shou, why are you hesitating to come to my land?" A calm and gentle voice came from the hall.

Han Shou's body trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, and bowed his head: "I also ask your mother to forgive me, Han Shou... I am here to apologize!"

"Gah~"

The grand and cold door opened automatically.

Dressed in a long white dress, she stepped out with a quiet and plump heart, looked up and down Han Shou gently with eyes like water, and said with a smile, "Apologize?"

"Could it be the third decisive battle of the Lich?"

Han Shou exclaimed in his heart that he was lucky.

Empress Pingxin never leaves the underworld, and it is still impossible to hide this prehistoric situation from her.

"The empress is wise and broad, and 'Shou' is terrified!"

The lotus steps of Pingxin moved lightly, and the white jade hands were still weaving a pitch-black bamboo bowl by themselves.

The whole body of the bamboo bowl is dark, no light can escape the swallowing of the bamboo bowl.

While compiling the bamboo bowl, Pingxin said calmly: "If Sanqing and Sister Nuwa ask you to lobby me and ask me not to intervene in the catastrophe, then there is no need to say any more!"

"I'm not a Houtu, let alone a witch clan. Now I'm just an immortal guarding the underworld. The Great Calamity War has nothing to do with me!"

Han Shou raised his head suddenly, staring at Pingxin with piercing eyes:

"Also ask the empress to use her supernatural powers to cover up the secret!"

Pingxin flicked his fingers, and a ray of celestial light covered the entire Pingxin Hall.

"Say it!"

"Niang Niang, the saints of Sanqing wanted to secretly help Di Jun, plotting Zuwu Gonggong and Zhu Rong, causing them to kill each other and hurt both sides, and then broke the formation of Dutian Shensha!"

"If the Wu Clan loses the Heavenly God Demon Formation, the Yao Clan will gain the power to fight again. This matter... please be enlightened by your mother!"

"Ok?"

Ping Xin's hands that were compiling the bamboo bowl froze, Dai Mei frowned slightly and stared at Han Shou in surprise:

"Think about the two brothers... Zuwu, and drive them to kill each other?"

Pingxin pinched his fingers and calculated quickly, but... the heavenly secrets were messed up and nothing came out.

"This matter... how did you know?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Han Shou will be recruited into the Nuwa Palace by the Four Sages, and the Sanqing will block the door and secretly force him to go to the ancient starry sky. Goulian Dijun explained everything clearly, except for concealing the three wisps of the Yuanshen imprint to integrate into the Donghuang Bell, Hetu Luoshu, other knowledge is endless.

Pingxin's smooth forehead became more and more wrinkled, and a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Seeing that Pingxin really still cared about the Wu Clan, and his anger was getting higher and higher, Han Shou felt a little cold in his heart.

Sanqing is a sage, if they want to force him to escape this great karma, then don't blame him for flipping the table, making Sanqing not only fail to steal the chicken, but also lose a lot of rice!

Thinking about it carefully, now that he is in the wilderness, the only ones who can really be used as a backer, except Hunyuan Wuji Luo Jinxian Pingxin who is trapped in the underworld and cannot go out, even Nuwa may not be reliable.

Since you can't offend the three saints, why don't you allow me, Mr. Han, to bring in my backer and make a reverse calculation?

Han Shou spoke in an ethereal tone: "The way of heaven is that water and fire are incompatible!"

"Gong Gong ancestor witch and Zhu Rong ancestor witch have always been in conflict, and often just a little excuse will break out into a big battle. This is not because the ancestor witch disregards brotherhood, but because of the way of heaven and earth!"

"The demon clan only needs to secretly create a coincidence, an excuse, and then a saint will push the flames to drive the two ancestor witches into a real fight, and even cause a catastrophe, causing the two ancestor witches to die and even suffer the punishment of heaven."

"When the eleven ancestor witches are short of one, or even two, the Heavenly God Demon Formation will surely become an absolute success!"

"At that time, the Wu Clan will lose their battle formation. If they really fight against the Yao Clan again, even if they win, they will be plotted against by the Saint again. After all, they will not be able to become the protagonists of the world!"

Ping Xin remained silent and nodded slightly.

Frowning and sighing softly: "The dispute between brother Zhurong and brother Gonggong... hey!"

"This is a conspiracy. Even if I know about it, I will never be able to sever the plot. This is not a temporary escape. Besides, how can I know that there is no Zixiao Palace to help the plot here?"

"Han Shou, you... confess this matter. If I dodge this plot, Sanqing will know about it. How will you deal with them in the future if you hate them?"

Han Shou said in a deep voice: "'Shou', the little ghost of my family, if I hadn't received the blessings of my mother many times, how could I have cultivated the Taoist immortal way and the body of the witch clan today?"

"If you don't repay this kind of great kindness, what will Han Shou do even if he cultivates for ten thousand kalpas? Dao heart will be eaten by thousands of ants day and night!"

Empress Pingxin stared at Han Shou in a daze, and suddenly smiled like a hundred flowers blooming: "Good!"

"Han Shou!"

"I see that you have a plan in your chest. Could it be... that you have a plan to deal with it?"

Han Shou pursed his lips and smiled: "I still can't hide it from my mother!"

"Aren't you going to tell me soon?"

"My Nether Emperor!"

Han Shou blushed imperceptibly.

In all fairness, I really don't have the slightest plan for him!

He was still thinking about pushing him to be the Lord of the Nether Underworld, a true emperor who is equivalent to the future Jade Emperor's priesthood!

And if it wasn't because of Sanqing's secret coercion, he would never have thought of telling the whole story about Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's schemes. He confessed to Ping Xin at this time, but he just hugged Ping Xin's legs tightly to save his life.

Han Shou's expression turned serious: "Your Majesty, there is something about Shou that you need to answer, otherwise, even if Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's two ancestor witches escape this catastrophe, they may not be able to escape the next calculation!"

"Say it!"

"Dare to ask my lady, do you still consider yourself a ancestral witch?"

"If the empress persuades the ancestral witches to leave the prehistoric world temporarily after the catastrophe, will the eleven ancestral witches...will agree?"

Pingxin was silent for a moment: "You don't need to ask more about this matter, I will know for myself!"

Han Shou understood his true thoughts in an instant.

really!

The so-called Ping Xin will no longer be a witch, it is really just a joke.

Pingxin, he is still Houtu, but he no longer has the body of the Wu clan.

Han Shou no longer hesitated, and told Pingxin one by one the calculations he had planned for a long time, making Pingxin more and more frightened the more he listened, and the eyes that looked at Han Shou became brighter and brighter.

……

Three months later.

Prehistoric, Sishui Plain.

The ancestral court of the Zuwu Gonggong tribe stands on the edge of Sishui Plain.

This place is not only the habitat of Gonggong, but also the habitat of millions of Gonggong tribal witches.

"Zhu Rong, Ye and I are at odds!"

A roar that shattered the sky pierced the sky.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

A tall and muscular giant with a yellow beard rushed out of the Sishui Plain and headed towards Hengshan Mountain at the southern end with a swaying pace.

When Gonggong left in a rage, the tribe's ancestral court shouted with excitement.

Hundreds of giants, big and small, of the Wu clan, like wild men at a carnival, followed Gong Gong to the south like a tide.

The witches who rushed out were at least several hundred feet tall.

All of them have the supernatural powers of carrying mountains and chasing the moon, and shrinking the ground into an inch. It seems that they can only run step by step on the ground, but in fact, they can cover thousands of miles, or even hundreds of thousands of miles. Although they can't keep up with Gonggong, they are definitely better than Xuanxian. It is much faster to travel with the teleportation supernatural power.

"Ah, Zu Wu will fight Zhu Rong Zu Wu again!"

"Follow, follow, follow..."

"Hoohoo!"

"200 years, 200 years of Zuwu and Zhurong Zuwu fighting!"

"Let's go together!"

……

Gonggong rushed to the ancestral court of the Zhurong tribe like a thunder, and none of the witches were panicked, but excited. They all took advantage of it as a good opportunity to witness the battle between the strongest and learn experience.

Not long after Gong Gong went away.

Above the sky, Han Shou and Bai Ze appeared in a green cloud.

Bai Ze shook the goat's beard on his jaw, and smiled sarcastically: "It's really a fool's tamp, just throwing down a Zhu Rong tribe's weapon that killed the witch clan of the Gonggong Ministry, and then let a few little monsters perform a show I really thought it was the Wu clan of the Zhurong tribe who killed their witch by mistake!"

"Such a crude scheme, I'm afraid that only the Wu Clan would fall for it!"

"Han Sishen, your calculations... are too ignorant!"

Han Shou didn't get angry, and said neither arrogant nor humble: "The more subtle the scheme, the better. No matter how rough the game is, as long as the goal can be achieved, it is the best plan!"

"Zhisheng, on the side of Hengshan Mountain at the end, has it been properly arranged?"

Bai Ze sneered: "Even a little demon general can arrange such a simple situation comprehensively. Then Zhu Rong's temper is far more violent than Gonggong's, so there will be no mistakes!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's just go to Hengshan Mountain at the end and watch the situation stretch!"

Han Shou lowered his head slightly, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

"Please ask the wise sage to go first, the little god still needs to go to report to the sage, and ask the sage to use his supernatural powers to complete this situation..."

After all, Han Shou turned into a ray of light, heading straight for 33 days.

(End of this chapter)