Fengshen: Visualizing a Neutron Star at the Start

"Nine Turns Mysterious Art was cultivated by Pangu Great God, and there is a causal inheritance between Pangu Great God's direct bloodline."

"In order to save me, Jiuzhuan Xuangong communicated with the root of the witch clan in this catastrophe, and at the price of saving me from time."

Wang Yun frowned, he didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Because of this, I owe the karma of the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan disappeared because of me, and the ancient calamity cannot be completed. I have to repay this karma, so... I have to recreate the Wu Clan?"

Create a witch clan?
How to create?
He is not the Great God Pangu, he is not so powerful that one drop of essence blood can create one ancestor witch, and twelve drops of essence blood can create twelve ancestor witches.

Moreover, the creation of the Wu Clan is not that simple. It is not something that he can make by just squeezing the mud just like Empress Nuwa.

It must be the concept of the witch clan that can withstand this calamity, and stand up to the existing monster clan in order to be recognized by the calamity, and only after that can he escape from Buzhou Mountain.

Otherwise, he will be trapped in Buzhou Mountain forever, unable to get out until he repays the cause and effect.

"Isn't this just out of the wolf pack and into the tiger's den?"

Wang Yu had a headache. In comparison, he still preferred the previous time prison.

At least, in that prison, he is more likely to escape. With the Nine Turns Mysterious Art, there is no need for him to do anything. He only needs to wait for time, and he will naturally escape.

And this side of the prison, not necessarily.

It contains the power of the calamity of the ancient calamity, the power of Pangu contained in the Nine Turns Mysterious Art, the concept of the whole Wu clan, the weight... everything is on him.

This prison is far more powerful and unbreakable than the prison of time.

"Why is that?"

Wang Yu was thinking, without the joy he had before, did he feel that he was being calculated by others?

But he has no evidence, and he can't think of calculating his existence. What exactly is he trying to do?
From one prison to another, it is even more difficult to get out. There are many things contained in it. For a while, Wang Yu thought a lot, and finally chose to let go.

"With my current strength, thinking too much is not good for me."

Wang Yu knew this, and then turned his thoughts around and focused on how to break the situation.

"Nine-turn Xuan Gong!"

There is a way to break the game when you enter the game. Wang Yu was contemplating, looking at the nine-turn magic platform in his body, and fell into deep thought.

He escaped from the predicament due to the nine-turn Xuangong, and then entered the game, this is the source of his entry, and it will also be the root of his escape.

Looking at the slowly turning nine-turn platform, slowly, he saw other things.

Time, space, water, fire, earth, metal, wood, ice, thunder, wind, electricity, poison.

Twelve kinds of power, the concept of twelve directions, is not a law or a rule, but a kind of power, a seed.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witch."

The twelve kinds of power represent the twelve ancestor witches, which matches the cognition of the twelve ancestor witches in his memory.

When he saw the twelve kinds of power, his heart skipped a beat, and an idea popped up. Naturally, it seemed to be his own thought, but intellectually, he felt a little abrupt.

"This is the foundation of the power of the twelve ancestor witches, or the foundation of the concept. I need to condense this power... With the help of the Nine-Turn Magic Platform, let them reach the original level, and then the twelve ancestor witches can be born from it?"

Wang Yu frowned, not thinking that the matter would be so simple, there must be a pass in it.

However, after thinking for a long time, he didn't even think about where the pass was, and finally said in a concentrated voice: "It doesn't matter, just come here, there is no other way."

He turned nine rounds of profound kung fu, and on the side of the void in front of him, a method platform was formed, which turned slowly like a millstone.

Looking at the Nine-Zhuan Dharma Platform in front of him, Wang Yu had a thought, and the power of space appeared in front of him and flew into the millstone.

hum~
After receiving the space power, the Dharma platform immediately began to operate, exuding a strong devouring force, absorbing power, accelerating the rotation of the nine-turn Dharma platform, condensing the space power, and allowing it to transform.

Wang Yu was prepared to use his own mana and power of Dao fruit as the source of the altar's operation, but he didn't expect that after the altar began to rotate, it didn't absorb his power, but scattered it out. Covering the entire Buzhou Mountain.

In an instant, the entire Buzhou Mountain changed, invisible to the naked eye, but real.

The Dao aggregates contained in it, the laws and even the rules, are all attracted by the Nine Turns Dharma Platform, pulled over, and fall into the Dharma Platform.

buzz~
The rotation speed of the Dharma Platform increased accordingly. With the support of the entire Buzhou Mountain, the speed was astonishingly fast. Wang Yu suddenly realized a problem.

"I'm just a tool man."

"The reason why I came here is because my existence is needed here. To be precise, it needs my Nine-Turn Mysterious Art to help the Twelve Ancestral Witches to be born!"

"They helped me out of trouble at the cost of the entire witch clan. They wanted to use the power of the nine-turn magic platform to transform the twelve ancestral witches..."

Wang Yu seemed to understand, but he was still a little puzzled: "Is the Nine Turns Mysterious Art so powerful?"

"Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches are calculating in this way?"

"No, if it's just the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it's impossible to calculate so deeply. Tai Yi, Di Jun, Master Tongtian, Patriarch Styx, and Demon Master Kunpeng are all among them...they don't have this strength."

"So, there are people behind the Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are all Daoguo Quasi-Saints, and they can still stand behind them and do calculations...

Wang Yu suddenly shuddered, not daring to think about it anymore.

"It may also be due to fate. They just set up such a situation, and then I waited for the fate to step in. It wasn't a deliberate calculation, but unintentionally, I put everything in it."

Wang Yu nodded secretly, feeling that this guess was more reliable.

Calculations with the heart are easy to be discovered, but calculations without the heart and guidance without the heart are even more difficult to be detected.

This is not impossible.

While he was thinking, the nine-turn Dharma platform continued to operate, devouring the power of Buzhou Mountain, blessing the Dharma platform, and allowing the power of space to continuously transform.

In his eyes, the spatial force that was originally just a force, quickly transformed, evolved into a law, and then a rule...

All of this happened in a very short period of time, and the speed was so fast that he was a little surprised.

"The power in Buzhou Mountain is fully supporting the rotation of the Nine-Zhuan Dharma Platform. Rather than saying that I am using the Nine-Zhuan Dharma Platform to condense the power of space, it is better to say that Buzhou Mountain is borrowing my hand to give birth to twelve ancestor witches. "

Wang Yu seemed to understand.

Rather than saying that he wants to create the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it is better to say that Buzhou Mountain, or the existence behind Buzhou Mountain, is using his power to create the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

I am really just a tool man as I thought at first.

After understanding this point, he became honest and planned to be a tool man in a peaceful manner.

After letting go of his heart, he made a new discovery.

Buzhou Mountain created twelve ancestral witches with the help of the Nine-Zhuan Dharma Platform, and the Nine-Zhuan Dharma Platform continuously devoured the power of Buzhou Mountain. , leaked out, and was used by him.

How vast is the power of Buzhou Mountain, although it is only a very small part, to him, it is also an extremely vast amount.

Let me illustrate with a more practical example...

He originally stopped, and even Taiyi in the Daoguo Quasi-Holy Realm couldn't catch the completion of the Taoist clothes on the eighth floor. Under this force, he has started to move forward again, and the speed is not slow, and it is Taiyi than he calculated. When it is time, it is too powerful.

"What is this? The salary of a tool man?"

Wang Yu was very happy, especially after feeling the continuous energy, he was even happier.

Tool people who don't get rewarded are naturally unhappy, but if this kind of reward is huge, they will not refuse, the more the better.

"Hopefully, after this time, Buzhou Mountain can make my supernatural power perfect... Well, this seems unlikely."

Feeling the speed of progress of his supernatural powers, Wang Yu shook his head secretly again.

His supernatural power is too powerful, even in the quasi-sacred realm of Daoguo, he is not weak at all.

Although Buzhou Mountain is strong, it is not the source of Buzhou Mountain, and the limit of its strength is in the quasi-sacred realm of Daoguo. Unless he can swallow the entire Buzhou Mountain, it is possible for him to perfect his supernatural powers.

It's just possible!

Obviously, it is impossible for him to swallow the entire Buzhou Mountain, so this is doomed to his own magical powers and cannot be perfected.

"We still have to find another way, but for the time being, it's enough."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were still being conceived, and Bu Zhoushan cooperated with all his strength, and the vast energy was swallowed up. Wang Yu happily took the wages, felt the continuous and perfect changes of the supernatural powers, calmed down, and carefully comprehended the details.

Flesh, tendons, blood, primordial spirit, soul, true spirit...

Everything about him, in this process, is constantly improving and improving, and the range is so great that if other monks, even Patriarch Styx and other Daoguo quasi-sages know about it, their eyes will turn red.

Here, every minute and every second, Wang Yu's strength improvement is the result that they need to practice for a certain amount of time.

This is the transformation brought about by Wang Yu's supernatural powers, and it is also what they have experienced, but it is obvious that their original experience is far from what Wang Yu is now.

Buzhou Mountain is closed, and no other creatures have been seen. It seems that Wang Yu is the only one in the whole mountain.

Time passed slowly, flowing like water without being disturbed by other living beings, and countless years had passed before one knew it.

Wang Yu sat cross-legged, twelve rules emerged around his body, space, time, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, wind, poison, thunder and lightning.

The nine-turn magic platform slowly dispersed, and the original twelve powers had evolved to the limit, reached the limit of the rules, and could no longer be strengthened.

Wang Yu slowly opened his eyes, instead of looking at his own changes, he looked at the twelve rules beside him, frowning slightly: "Why are they just rules, aren't they Zuwu?"

He was completely puzzled. In his original guess, after the transformation of the twelve powers was completed, the twelve ancestor witches should also appear along the way.

As a result, up to now, the Nine-Zhuan Fatai dissipated, Bu Zhoushan's power dissipated, and only the twelve rules that had transformed to the limit appeared, but no ancestor witch appeared.

He fell into the twelve rules with his divine sense, and soon, new information appeared, making him stay on the spot.

"The fundamental rules of the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been formed. I need to find a carrier to carry these twelve rules and become the new Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

Senseless!

Totally stupid!

At this moment, Wang Yu's heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He didn't expect such a change at all, and directly overturned all his previous guesses.

"It's not that the Twelve Ancestral Witches plotted against me. It seems that this is not a plot. It's just a chance encounter that led to all of this."

"I broke the situation with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, and was able to escape with the sacrifice of the entire Wu Clan. Therefore, I need to recreate the Wu Clan."

"Actually, at the moment I escaped, because of the disappearance of the Wu Clan, I had already obtained all the luck, luck, and authority of the Wu Clan."

"Therefore..."

Wang Yu's eyes flickered, his thoughts raced, and he came to a shocking conclusion: "The Wu Clan has not disappeared, the Wu Clan is me, and I... am the Wu Clan!"

Understood!
I finally understand!

At this moment, all the information before and after appeared in his mind. After sorting out, Wang Yu suddenly realized.

"Because I am the Wu Clan, there is no calculation in it, so I can make the decision, and everything about the Wu Clan will be changed because of me."

"Twelve ancestor witches, a group of great witches, countless witch clans... If I want to, I can appear, if I don't want to, then I won't appear."

"On Buzhou Mountain, there was no calculation. The reason why I helped me create the Twelve Ancestral Witches after I appeared was only because I was thinking at the time."

"Because I had this idea, the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared."

"The power contained in Buzhou Mountain originally belonged to the good fortune that the witch clan should have. It is precisely because of the existence of these good fortune that the twelve ancestor witches and a group of witch clan can be bred."

"Then it should belong to the Wu clan, and it should belong to... mine?"

Wang Yu's eyes widened, and a strong feeling of regret suddenly rose in his heart.

If he had known earlier, what kind of twelve ancestor witches did he use to swallow up and digest all the power and good fortune by himself, not to mention the perfection of supernatural powers, at least [-]% of them could be completed, right?

How can it be like now, only [-]% of it is completed!

Wang Yu regretted it too late, but it was already too late. In this state, it is naturally impossible to travel through time.

"Forget it, forget it, this may not be a bad thing."

Wang Yu changed his mind to comfort himself: "Being a Wu Clan and gaining the fortune of the Wu Clan, at the same time, you also need to shoulder the responsibilities that the Wu Clan should have borne."

"It is the destiny of the witch clan to fight against the monster clan and rule the world. If there are no twelve ancestor witches and no witch clan, I need to fight against the monster clan!"

"This…"

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable. Although I still regretted it a bit, it was not much anymore.

"However, in this case, where should I go to find the existence that can carry the twelve rules?"

"Unless I can complete the concept of the Wu Clan, I can't even get out." Wang Yu tried it out, but the confinement on Buzhou Mountain still existed, and he couldn't break through.

No, it's not that it can't break through, but it can't break through.

After he realized that he was a witch, as long as he wanted to, he could break through the restrictions of Buzhou Mountain and go out.

But just as he was about to do this, a sudden heartbeat made him stop.

"Bu Zhoushan's confinement is not to trap me, but to protect me..."

Wang Yu stepped back, turned to look around, and his spiritual thoughts spread, covering the entire Buzhou Mountain in an instant.

"At this time, Buzhou Mountain is in a different state. It is in the Dao Fruit Battlefield but not in the Dao Fruit Battlefield. It seems to be in another space!"

"This is supposed to be the place where the Wu Clan was bred. After the Wu Clan appeared, they would naturally disperse, allowing the Wu Clan to appear in the calamity of the ancient times and fulfill their destiny."

"In order to prevent the birth of the Wu Clan from being disturbed, there is such a special and detached place..."

Wang Yu clicked his tongue, as expected of Pangu's direct bloodline, such protection distinguishes him from other creatures.

"If I'm not wrong, the time here is different from the time outside..."

"In ancient times, liches stand side by side... Now, I have become the representative of the witch clan, and the imprisonment has not disappeared..."

"That proves that the development of the monster race outside has surpassed the level I have reached now..."

Thoughts turned in Wang Yu's mind, and based on the existing clues, he soon had a guess.

"Based on my current situation, I am still far from being able to fight against the monster race outside, so the imprisonment will not disappear..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this imprisonment will not last forever. It will disappear when I am almost the same as the monster race outside and can at least barely resist."

Wang Yu felt that he should have guessed the truth, but he was even more worried because of it.

One person against the entire demon clan...

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the good fortune of the witch clan was not easy to bear!

This is not an easy task.

At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and a series of creatures appeared in his mind.

"Master? Zhao Gongming? Sanxiao? Yingzheng? Monkey? Yang Jian? Yang Jiao? Yang Chan?"

Wang Yu's eyes widened, and the figures that appeared in his mind were no strangers to him. They were the monks he had come into contact with in the prehistoric world.

There is a causal connection with him.

At this moment, all of them appeared in his mind, and with a twitch of his mind, a thought came into being, which fell into the body of the master who first appeared, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

……

At this time, the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit is fighting, the thunder roars, the sky is burning, and the calamity is great.

This is not the point, the point is that on the opposite side of her, there are countless monks, magnificent and murderous, and the aura on their bodies is exactly the same as that of the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit. Dao body, avatar.

She is going through the catastrophe at this time, proving the catastrophe of Taiyi Dao Fruit!

This was not an easy task. The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit was covered in blood, with wounds on her body. She was so mad that her eyes were red.

She is merciless, and her strength is terrifying. Among the clones in front of her, dharma body, dao body, and response body, few of them are her all-in-one enemy.

But the number is endless, the killing is endless, and the destruction is endless.

Slowly, the aura of the Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit began to weaken. In the endless battles, she felt tired, and the movements in her hands slowed down.

A clone raised his hand and threw a fire dragon dart, breaking through the void, and three thousand worlds were born and died, turning into terrifying flame power, with a sharpness that could penetrate the world, and came towards the Madonna of Fire Spirit.

The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit raised her hand, and also shot out a fire dragon dart to destroy it, but the power in it was not completely eliminated. A flame rushed over and landed on her body, causing a new wound.

Before she recovered, the other avatars, Dao body, Ying body, and Dharma body shot one after another without giving her the slightest chance to breathe.

The Holy Mother of the Fire Spirit's eyes were red, she was full of killing intent, she was full of exhaustion, she kept fighting, and her spirit had reached its limit.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a shout: "Master?"

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit froze for a moment, why did this voice sound so much like her little apprentice?

"Impossible, Yu'er should still be practicing at this time, this is my Taiyi Dao Fruit Calamity, he can't come here!"

"So, it's a demon?"