Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 94: The Witch Bao Soul-Capturing Bell Witch Clan’s Plan!
Zhu Rong's whole body was filled with fire, scorching the void. He snorted coldly, "I will go, I will go. I don't believe that heaven can do anything to me."

Gonggong smiled and said, "Don't get caught then and beg us to rescue you."

"Please come and save me? Even if I, Zhu Rong, am lying in heaven, I don't need you to save me."

Water and fire are in conflict with each other, and it is no exception when it comes to ancestral witches. Zhurong ancestral witch and Gonggong ancestral witch are like a pair of natural enemies. They can't finish a few sentences before they start to quarrel.

Soon, Di Jiang, the leader of the ancestral witches, spoke. His voice was not heavy, but rather relaxed.

"Sage Nuwa's sermon on Chaos was a grand event in ancient times. Countless monks gathered in ancient times to listen to the lecture. As Pangu orthodox people, transformed by the blood of Father God, how can we be absent?"

The ancestor of fire, Wu Zhurong, was stunned for a moment, and fierce fire spewed out of his mouth.

"Brother, we ancestral witches have no spirit and only cultivate the physical body. No matter how mysterious the saints preach, we can't understand it. We might as well stay in Pangu Hall to polish the physical body."

The ancestor of poison, Wu Shebi Zhi, echoed again and again.

"Yes, brother, Zhu Rong is right. Our Wu clan has no soul. No matter how fancy the saint's words are, we can't understand. Isn't it a waste of time to go?"

The other ancestral shamans, except Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, all nodded.

I can't understand the sermon, and I can't sneak into the heaven. It's better to stay in Pangu Palace and polish my body.

The corner of Di Jiang's mouth raised, revealing a smile, "The purpose of our going to Chaos is not to listen to the saint's sermons, but there are other things to do."

"Brother, stop being so pretentious and tell us what you have to say quickly so that we can listen too."

Zhu Rong couldn't wait any longer.

Wu Shebishi, the ancestor of poison, has always had a similar affinity with Zhu Rong and has a good relationship, he said at this time.

"Yes, brother, we brothers, let's not be so secretive and just tell the truth."

When Di Jiang heard this, his face darkened slightly, and his eyes flashed with great coldness.

"Since we don't have souls and can't understand the supreme mystery of the saint's teachings, then the demon clan and others can't even hope to understand it at all."

The ancestor of time, Wu Zhu Jiuyin, was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed instantly.

"Brother, what you mean is that we take action against the demon clan while the saint is preaching?"

"This matter must not be done. Let's not say whether the saint will intervene to stop it. If we really do this, we will offend the saint Nuwa. When the time comes, the saint will be furious. Once we help the demon clan, then we, the wizard clan, will what to do?"

There was worry on Zhu Jiuyin's face. All saints are ants. These words are not just words, but the supreme law of the world.

No matter how powerful the quasi-sage is, in front of a true saint, he is like an ant, able to be broken with a snap of his fingers.

"Zhu Jiuyin is right. The sage preached that countless great powers gathered in Chaos. If we rashly attack the demon clan, it is equivalent to destroying the resources of other monks. Once we commit public outrage."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not all simple-minded and well-developed limbs. Except for Zhu Rong and Shebishi, all of them had a very clear understanding of the prehistoric situation.

Offending a saint is very unwise for today's witch clan, and may even affect the final outcome of the two witch clans.

Di Jiang couldn't help but feel a little headache looking at his brothers and sisters who were still not enlightened.
"When did I say that I would take action directly against the demon clan?"

"What does that brother mean?"

The ancestral witches once again raised questions.

Di Jiang smiled slightly, turned his palm, and a golden bell appeared in his palm. It swayed slightly and made a clear and sweet sound.

"What is this?" Except for Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, many ancestral shamans had great doubts on their faces.

"This is the soul-catching bell. It was made by Wu Xian, Hou Tu, and Xuan Ming. It has supreme magical effects."

Zhu Rong scratched his head and said in a loud voice, "Brother, what does this soul-catching bell have to do with us going to Chaos to listen to a lecture?"

Di Jiang explained, "This soul-catching bell has a supreme magical effect. If it shakes slightly, it will make people lose their souls and lose their consciousness. If it shakes slightly again, they will immediately fall to the ground and be unconscious."

"That Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi has deep cultivation and will not fall to the ground unconscious, but it is not a big problem if they cannot concentrate on listening to the saint's sermon."

"I see!"

The ancestral witches suddenly realized that if they said this to their elder brother, then the journey to chaos would be inevitable.

As long as it can weaken the strength of the demon clan, it will enhance the strength of his witch clan.

"Hou Tu, Xuan Ming, and you two will stay in Pangu Palace to guard against raids from the Heavenly Court. If necessary, we can use the Twelve Ancestral Witch Gods Flag to activate the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation."

Di Jiang said to Hou Tu and Xuan Ming with a serious look on his face.

There are two ways to cast the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation.

The first is that the ancestral witches use their own essence and blood as guidance and perform it personally, which is the most powerful.

Secondly, even with the help of the Twelve Capitals Heavenly God Evil Flag, the Twelve Capital Heavenly God Evil Formation can also be displayed, but in that case, the power will be greatly weakened.

"I'll wait to understand."

Hou Tu and Xuan Ming nodded seriously.

"In that case, without further ado, let's set off now."

Di Jiang said hello and manifested the ancestral witch himself, red as red fire, with six legs and four wings, blessed by the power of the supreme space. He broke through the void in the blink of an eye and rushed out of the chaos. The remaining nine ancestral witches, He quickly followed.

At the same time, countless monks flew up from all over the ancient world, including Mount Xumi, the Endless Sea of ​​Blood, West Kunlun, and Longevity Mountain, and rushed towards Chaos.

The vast chaos, looking around, is gray and boundless, filled with endless earth, fire, water and wind. Occasionally, bright things can be seen, flashing continuously. They are extremely huge chaotic stars, which are the vast chaos. , adding a touch of embellishment.

The place where Nuwa preached was not far from the ancient times.

She stood with her hands behind her hands, the aura around her body was extremely holy, and at the same time, accompanied by the aura of the supreme holy way, it swept through the chaos!

The surrounding earth, fire, water, wind, and some occasional chaotic storms seemed to be afraid of Nuwa and did not dare to approach her.

"open!"

Nuwa shouted softly, and pushed forward lightly with her slender hand. It seemed that she didn't use much force, but in the chaos, an unprecedented explosion occurred.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The power of the saint collided with the earth, fire, water and wind, causing huge waves. The earth, fire, water and wind covering tens of thousands of miles in radius collapsed at this moment and could not be condensed into shape in a short time.

Nuwa nodded with satisfaction. There was great danger in the chaos. If you want to preach, you must create a safe environment for the ancient monks.

The next moment, Nuwa waved her hand again, and countless futons appeared in the air.

Not long after, Sanqing arrived hand in hand, carrying a snow-white cloud with hundreds of disciples on it.

(End of this chapter)