Create myths from heaven

Chapter 95 The drama begins!Meet the ancestor witch, the power of myth!acting?

"What a terrifying Taoist ancestor!" Tai Yi sighed sincerely.

"He is a chess player, and we, too!"

"In the past, it would have been difficult for us to jump out of this chess game, but they gave us a chance. The battle of the Purple Mansion has given us enough capital and strength. We have the final say on the next chess game!"

His eyes were deep, and there seemed to be an inexplicable expression overflowing, his eyes swept over, and Di Jun said word by word.

Chess game?

We have the final say!

"Yes!!!"

"Yes!!!"

"Yes!!!"

There was a smile on everyone's face, and they said with enthusiasm.

They used to have no ability to resist, but now it's different. Their mythological fruit has been achieved. Although they seem to be chess pieces, they already have the ability to become chess players. In a real sense, they can overlook this chess game!

Hongjun's layout is unparalleled?

Has he ever heard of what is called the mythology system!

"The myth has come out, the Heavenly Court has appeared, and the surrounding order has stabilized. Next, the Heavenly Court will enter a new era and will begin to develop at a high speed. Let's work hard, gentlemen."

"Since I am the emperor of heaven, the heavenly court should be in charge of the entire prehistoric and suppress the order of the prehistoric."

"The prehistoric world is just the beginning, our goal is the heavens and the myriad worlds!"

"If one day, I hope that everything that exists will be under the control of the Heavenly Court."

Standing up slowly, Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, and said forcefully.

"Follow, Your Majesty's decree!"

"Follow, Your Majesty's decree!"

"Follow, Your Majesty's decree!"

With serious faces and solemn expressions, all the senior officials of the Heavenly Court knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice.

"Then, let's begin."

As the voice fell, ripples appeared in the void, and Di Jun's figure disappeared from where he was.

Buzhou Mountain, in the Temple of the Ancestral Witch.

With the official birth of the Wu Clan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches reunited and began to conspire and discuss the struggle for hegemony.

Although the Heavenly Court is powerful, the Zhantian Zhandi Wu Clan was born in accordance with Pan Gu's will. If they shrink back or are afraid, then naturally it cannot be the style of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Of course, if they are not afraid, they are not afraid, and they are not fools. Knowing that the heavens are unfathomable, it is definitely impossible to head-on now, so it is necessary to discuss it.

"If the Heavenly Court suppresses the prehistoric world with overwhelming power, the whole world and the void will submit to the Heavenly Court, and all parties will also obey the Heavenly Court. It is too difficult to win the control of the heaven and the earth from the Heavenly Court."

With a gentle temperament and a beautiful appearance, Houtu, who can't help but feel kind, said worriedly.

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Although the ancestor witches did not speak, their faces were all bitter, and they all felt frowning, unable to think of any solution or solution.

There's no way, the gap is too big, it's completely crushing, and everything can be broken with one effort, so how can they play, they have enough energy to spare.

"That's so difficult, if you can't beat it, just join."

At this time, a light laugh sounded.

"Who!?"

The expressions of the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly stood up, and a strong evil spirit erupted from them, and there were loud noises in this majestic space like the universe.

As if filled with mighty power that destroys everything, the earth, wind, water, and fire are all in perfect motion at this moment, and if there is a burst, a realm of billions will be born.

hum! ! !
Silently, Di Jun's figure stepped out of the void.

Lifting his eyes slightly, there seemed to be a deep golden light flashing in his pupils, and Di Jun said calmly: "Sit!"

Ruo had Tianxian in his mouth, as if his words followed suit, as soon as his voice fell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches sat down uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, the Twelve Ancestral Witch's face sank, and there was a hint of horror and despair in his eyes.

One word is to make them unable to think of any resistance?

It's still a joke!
"Emperor Jun. Why did you force your way into the forbidden area of ​​our witch clan? Do you want to kill our witch clan!?"

Di Jiang said in surprise.

"It's really the same as described in many Honghuangliu novels. No wonder Pangu's heart can transform and evolve a large number of people, and create the witch clan with the original power contained in Pangu's heart."

Not in a hurry to answer Di Jiang's question, Di Jun scanned the palace with his eyes, sensing the terrifying coercion faintly coming from the depths of the void, Di Jun thought thoughtfully, and immediately withdrew his gaze.

"Want to resurrect Pangu?"

With a wave of his hand, the throne appeared, and Dijun sat lazily on the throne and spoke calmly.

nonsense?

Beat the bush?

No need.

It's enough to deal with the Wu clan with a straight knife and a quick knife. If there is no such assurance and confidence, what kind of chess game will Di Jun play.

"Resurrect God the Father."

The pupils of the Twelve Ancestral Witches shrank, and when they looked at each other, they could see that each other's eyes became complicated, with vigilance, suspicion, excitement, excitement and so on.

"His Majesty, please explain in detail."

Feeling the coercion covering them dissipate, the twelve ancestor witches all got up and bowed to Di Jun, and Di Jiang asked tentatively, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm here to settle this matter. It's just started now. There's still time. Let's talk slowly."

Di Jun said gently.

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The ancestor witches had bitter expressions.

You are not nervous, because you are awesome, can we not be nervous, we are discussing how to change the dynasty, and the controller of the imaginary enemy appears, don't be too scared, okay?

But Di Jun said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would naturally not listen, so he had to sit down obediently.

"I ask you, why do you fight for hegemony?"

Di Jun asked slowly.

"Restore the glory of Father God. The prehistoric world was created by Father God. We must protect this world for Father God."

Zhu Rong replied honestly.

"Well said."

"Since this is the case, wouldn't it be better for me to help you revive Pangu?"

Di Jun nodded.

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The Twelve Ancestral Witch had a delicate expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

good or not?
That would be great of course!

It couldn't be better!
The key is that it can be revived?Father God has fallen, the body has evolved into the wild, the primordial spirit has turned into Sanqing, and the true spirit has completely merged into the wild world, can this be resurrected?
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were beaten to death without even thinking about this possibility.

It's not that they don't want to, they definitely want to resurrect Pangu, it's just too far-fetched.

"Your Majesty, the Father God has fallen, is there any possibility of resurrection? Can you resurrect the Father God?"

There was a hint of hope on Di Jiang's face, and his eyes were longing and a little apprehensive, feeling that Di Jun was fooling them.

Their father God almost proved the Dao in the past, can such an existence Di Jun be resurrected?Do you really have to be so awesome that Di Jun is still playing the game of fighting for hegemony here?

"Possibility of resurrection? Heh, who told you that Pangu really fell completely?"

Thinking of Chaos Demon God, thinking of Hongjun, Di Jun couldn't help but chuckled, looking across the palace, Di Jun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In my previous life, I didn't experience that much from reading Honghuangliu novels. After all, they were just words, but now they are reality. Only when I really came to Honghuangdijun did I know how deep and terrifying the waters of Honghuangliu are.

Thinking about it carefully is also true, each of them has lived for endless years and long generations, even a pig will have a brain after living for so long, let alone the congenital sacredness of each innate, underestimating them is the biggest joke.

Why are the Chaos Demon Gods afraid of the Great Desolation, and why don't they dare to descend upon the Great Desolation in person?
Di Jun believed that the fear of Heaven and Hongjun must be on the one hand, but the bigger factor, the biggest possibility is none other than Pangu, the answer is easy to guess.

It was the fallen Pangu, which prevented all Chaos Demon Gods from invading!

Let me ask, is this kind of existence a simple person?
He, really fell completely?
Di Jun didn't believe it.

"Father God has not fallen?"

All the ancestral witches were taken aback.

What's the meaning? ? ?
"Although Pangu has fallen, it is impossible that there will be no backup, but this is not important, you just need to know that I can help you resurrect Pangu."

Di Jun said lightly.

"How can we trust you?"

Di Jiang said solemnly.

"So, is that enough?"

There was a flash of light in Di Jun's eyes, and he said without haste.

boom! ! !
The imprint of mythology was outlined between Dijun's brows, and in an instant, the projection of the Three Thousand Avenues appeared behind Dijun and reorganized. A large amount of dense mist was covered, and a majestic and lofty and immortal Dharma figure gradually emerged between the fuzzy clouds.

At a glance!
Just a glance!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches turned pale, and immediately lowered their heads. Their minds were impacted by countless information streams, and their auras were faintly unstable, as if they might go mad at any time, and the rotten aura immediately overflowed from them.

Just by looking at it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches with Eternal Shouyuan actually feel old!
The birth of the heavens, the evolution of the Dao, the endless time and space, the long dimension, the myriad phenomena, the origin of everything, the birth of the root, and the evolution of illusory. One after another, information beyond their understanding or cognition appeared out of thin air.

Even just thinking about it a little bit makes the Twelve Ancestral Witches feel a splitting headache, and even feel a sense of madness and distortion.

I don't know when the twelve ancestral witches have manifested their real bodies, but their fleshy bodies have appeared one after another with fleshy tumors and whiskers. From the fleshy body to the Daoguo and the true spirit, they seem to quickly begin to deform.

This is the mythical form! ! !

In the later stage of the fairyland, Di Jun has completely condensed his own mythological form.

Mythists, don't pry!Do not look directly!Do not meditate silently!Not traceable!Unthinkable! ! !
This is due to Gao Wei's suppression, and how can the Twelve Ancestral Witches who have not yet broken through the Hunyuan be able to bear it? If Di Jun hadn't controlled it a little, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would have been completely wiped out after just one glance, not even a trace or true spirit would have left in the world.

Not to mention them, even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is the same, it is still unbearable, Hunyuan Luo Shangjin Fairyland will be suppressed to the extreme, how terrifying it is, one can imagine.

Without entering into time and space, without entering into cause and effect, without entering into concepts, and without entering into destiny, even if Hongjun wants to deduce Emperor Jun, he will also suffer a certain degree of backlash under the protection of mythology and law!

hum! ! !
With a thought, strands of mysterious brilliance bloomed from the mythical dharma, like a breeze blowing by, covering it from the root. In an instant, the state of the twelve ancestor witches quickly began to recover.

The real body of the ancestral witch disappeared, and the twelve ancestral witches who recovered their human bodies were still pale, and their eyes were in a trance, as if they couldn't react for a long time.

"I erased the information you just saw from the source, calm down your mood, although the danger has been lifted, but your true spirits are not lightly consumed, and it will take a while to recover before you can adjust back to the peak."

Di Jun said slowly.

"What kind of power was that just now!?"

Hearing what Di Jun said, the Twelve Ancestral Witch woke up, and Di Jiang said in a trembling and fearful voice.

Even though the information in his mind was erased, there was no problem with his cognition, and everything that happened just now was still vivid in his mind, which was completely beyond Di Jiang's comprehension!
It's understandable if it's strong, and it's not that he doesn't know about Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, but this damn thing can be done by Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian?Hunyuan Luoshang Jinxian can't do it either!

It's understandable to release coercion or suppress it with eyes. What the hell is it that I almost ascended to heaven after just one look? ? ?

"myth."

"myth?"

Hearing what Di Jun said, all the ancestor witches muttered.

Even if it is only two words, and does not contain any power, but for some reason, the Twelve Ancestral Witches seem to see the power of all roots in a trance. Just singing the words seems to cleanse their hearts, as if the whole person is sublimated by it.

"If I give you this kind of power, might it be possible to revive Pangu?"

Di Jun said slowly.

In an instant, all the Zuwu's bodies shook, their pale faces quickly returned to rosy, and their eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Your Majesty, you want to give us this kind of power?"

Di Jiang said with piercing eyes.

He knows exactly how awesome this power is, and it is definitely above the Dao of Heaven, after all, Dao of Heaven does not have this characteristic.

Avenue field?

Not to mention whether God Father can be resurrected, at least there must be hope!
Reminiscent of the changes in the Heavenly Court, as well as the high-ranking members of the Heavenly Court, enlightenment arose in Di Jiang's heart. Perhaps, the Heavenly Court possesses this kind of mythical power?

"Yes."

Di Jun nodded slightly.

"Witch Clan, I would like to submit to the Heavenly Court and Your Majesty, please agree with Your Majesty."

Without hesitation or hesitation, Di Jiang knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice.

If he was himself, he would not submit to others even if he died. They have the pride of their own with the blood of Pan Gu, even if they have the ultimate peak of climbing the Tao.

But can God the Father be resurrected?

That is to give up dignity so what!
"Please Your Majesty agree!"

"Please Your Majesty agree!"

"Please Your Majesty agree!"

All the ancestral witches looked at each other, and they all knelt on one knee and said heavily.

The sound is like thunder, like a war drum, roaring, majestic and immeasurable, spreading out one after another energy aftermath in the void, as if bursting out infinite sound waves, bursting out with terrifying energy.

boom! ! !
In an instant, the sea of ​​air in the heaven erupted with a roar that surpassed the real level, and Wuliang Wang Ze seemed to set off a stormy sea.

The membrane of the plane located in the center of the sea of ​​luck became deeper and more solid, and the blurred appearances of the heavenly beings became vivid.

Buzz! ! !
A large amount of luck is fed back in the dark, and the power of mythology is infinitely enhanced at this moment. Even though Di Jun tried his best to suppress it, there are still strands of mysterious and profound energy overflowing from the pores of his cells, as if containing all kinds of wonders.

Just touching it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have a clear path, and the path and fruit can't help but start to work, as if they have been washed, as if transformed by it.

Sensing this situation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches clicked their tongues inwardly, and they couldn't help guessing about Dijun's strength.

"It's time to formally retreat after the matter here, and I don't know how much cultivation can be improved."

Suppressing the original riot, Di Jun thought secretly, a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

It's time to break through to the pinnacle of the fairyland of the Mythical Man!
"I will give you two choices. First, everyone can set foot on the path of mythology, and everyone can gather mythological personalities."

"Secondly, Houtu is in charge of the mythical person and embarks on the path of mythology. Your other ancestral witches will stand under Houtu, similar to auxiliary gods. You can only attach to Houtu in the early stage. If you go to the back, the road of Houtu mythology will be improved, and you can open up your own mythological path."

"The difference between the first way and the second way is that if you fully support Houtu, there will be a greater chance of Pangu's resurrection, and the resurrection time will be earlier."

After a little deliberation, Di Jun said slowly.

"It can't be big."

Houtu raised his head and parted his cherry lips slightly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Di Jiang: "We choose the second one."

"Okay, as you wish."

"The Chaos Demon God will come to you in the near future. If you give you a mythical path before then, there will inevitably be deviations. It is not yet the time. I need you Wu Clan to play a show with me first."

With deep eyes, Di Jun said unhurriedly.

"Chaos Demon God?"

The pupils of the ancestor witches shrank, and horror appeared on their faces.

how can that be!

Hadn't the Chaos Demon God been suppressed by their father god? How could there still be a Chaos Demon God after they all fell! ?

"I will tell you all about the Chaos Demon God and the surrounding situation when I give you the mythological path next time. As for now, time is limited so I won't say much."

Di Jun said slowly.

The transformation of luck brought by the Wu Clan's surrender to the Heavenly Court is too amazing. If he doesn't hurry up and go back to retreat, he will soon be unable to suppress it. What's more, the Chaos Demon God may act at any time, so it is better to be more efficient.

"it is good."

Di Jiang took a deep breath and nodded, temporarily suppressing the horror and confusion in his heart.

As for Di Jun saying that he would give them the mythical road next time, Di Jiang and the other twelve ancestor witches had no doubts or worries, fearing that Di Jun was deceiving them.

It's not necessary, nor is it possible.

With Dijun's strength and identity, is there any point in fooling them?

"Your Majesty, what kind of drama do you want our witch clan to cooperate with you?"

Di Jiang looked at Di Jun and asked.

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