Many children, many blessings, the great witch of blood will dominate the world!

Chapter 74: The foundation of sainthood is obtained, and the immortals are torn apart
Hongjun took a deep breath and said indifferently: "The holy position has been established. This is all a matter of destiny. It has no fate with your Wu Clan, so don't force it."

The Taoist ancestor was aloof and would not give in an inch.

After all, Hongmeng Purple Qi is limited, and if a group of ancestral witches missed the futon, what qualifications do they have to seize the foundation of becoming a saint.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples below were very proud.

Taiqing and Dijun were even more elated and excited.

With the support of the Dao Ancestor, they can feel at ease. How can a mere ancestral wizard ant compete with a true saint.

Everyone immediately sat on the futon and waited quietly for Hongjun to release the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

snort!
At this moment, a cold snort sounded. To everyone's expectation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches stepped out with great momentum!
Di Jiang released the power of rolling space and walked towards Di Jun and Taiyi with boundless evil intent.

The next moment, he punched out, directly knocking the people of Demon Court to the ground and crushing them under their feet.

hiss!
Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened and stunned.

Di Jiang spoke slowly and looked around the crowd with an arrogant expression: "Holy position? Since this futon is an opportunity to become a saint, then we, the ancestral witches, should also grab it. I wonder who dares to disapprove!"

In an instant, the ancestral witch of the Wumen displayed his power and took six futons in his hand. They stood tall and deep, exuding boundless destructive pressure.

The entire Zixiao Palace was filled with deathly silence. The level of shock and collapse in everyone's hearts was far more than a hundred times greater than before. They were literally split in place, and their scalps were trembling and numb.

It's too crazy and overbearing. This reckless man of the Wu clan is simply crazy. He actually dares to disobey the Taoist ancestor's decree, and now he directly snatches the futon!
However, all the disciples couldn't do anything to him, their strength was not as good as others.

What's more, even Saint Hongjun tried to test it before, but he felt that the Wumen was unfathomable, so how could they, quasi-sage giants like them, be able to measure it.

For a moment, everyone was shocked and angry, looking helplessly at Dao Ancestor, their eyes full of help.

Nuwa and Fuxi were also dumbfounded. They thought they could get a stable copy of Hongmeng Purple Qi, but they didn't expect such a change.

Originally, according to Lin Xuan's instructions, the Nuwa brothers and sisters grabbed the futon early during the lecture. Now, in the blink of an eye, they got the advantage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, which was hard to accept.

"Now that this futon is occupied by our Witch Clan, what else can you say? Jie Jie, the foundation for becoming a saint is meager!"

"Hongmeng Purple Qi? Bring it to you!"

"Hmph, if this purple energy falls into the hands of my ancestral witch, it will not bury Taoist friend Hongjun's cultivation method. The leader of my witch clan will definitely become a saint, benefiting the ancient world, and nurturing the supreme avenue!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witch's eyes were blazing, and he looked confident, not taking everyone else seriously at all.

"Decided by heaven? That depends on whether you have the ability to deal with us!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches said with disdain, "Since we dare to compete for this holy position, we are already fully prepared."

A group of Wu Clan reckless men were so arrogant that they did whatever they said without being polite to each other at all, as if they really had the great god Pangu backing them up behind their backs.

Everyone present silently stared at the six futons occupied by the twelve ancestral witches, and couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness and anger in their hearts.

At this time, Saint Hongjun said slowly: "In that case, these six futons should be occupied by the twelve ancestral witches."

When everyone heard Saint Hongjun's words, they were suddenly shocked and couldn't help but look up at him with surprised expressions.

Saint Hongjun continued: "These six futons are all opportunities for sainthood, and now they have fallen into the hands of the Wu clan. This is also a choice of heaven. Since heaven has already decided, then we can only obey the will of heaven. .”

After hearing Saint Hongjun's words, everyone fell silent, knowing that the current situation could not be changed at this time.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at everyone triumphantly, with an arrogant smile on their lips.

They finally occupied these six futons, which was a huge victory for the Wu clan. If Lin Xuan knew about it, he would probably be extremely happy.Everyone couldn't wait to return to Buzhou Mountain and tell the Witch Lord the good news.

For other giants, this is a tragic failure, and they will be deeply affected by it.

Seeing Saint Hongjun's decision, everyone was dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do.

The Sanqing brothers looked gloomy and secretly swore in their hearts that they would repay this debt to the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the future.

Di Jun, Taiyi and others gritted their teeth and determined to redouble their efforts in future practice and strive to become true saints as soon as possible.

"Hmph, just wait, I will never believe that the Ant Witch Clan's luck will always be so good!"

"I want to see how your witch clan can refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi without the soul!"

"Jie Jie, it doesn't matter if this hot potato falls into the hands of the ancestral witch. Then the witch clan will become the target of public criticism, and all parties will attack it. This foundation of sainthood will be lost and recovered, and return to the hands of our demon court."

Di Jiang and Kunpeng looked at each other with cold and gloomy expressions, unable to swallow the bad breath.

All the powerful people had blazing eyes, as if they wanted to eat people, and they were a hundred times more angry than before.

It's so hateful, a total of seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

boom!
Purple light flickered, sending out heart-stopping fluctuations, circling and flying in the hands of the ancestral witch, exuding unimaginable pressure.

Originally, this supreme opportunity belonged to them, but now the Wumen had to cut it off in front of them. This was tantamount to blocking the way!
The immortals were furious and planned to join forces to deal with the Wumen.

If we continue to sit idly by and let the twelve ancestral witches continue to interfere, the entire world will change, and everything will become the background of the witch clan!

"Haha, so this is the foundation for becoming a saint? Not bad, not bad, thank you Taoist Fellow Hongjun!"

"What the witch master said is indeed true. The third lecture of Zixiao Palace is just the right time for me to come!"

"Now that Hongmeng Purple Qi is in hand, we, the ancestral witches, will stop disturbing us and take our leave."

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin took advantage and acted obediently, turned around and left, with proud smiles on their faces.

I have to say that during this trip to the Sea of ​​Chaos, his Wumen made a lot of money.

He let Hongjun start preaching for nothing, but he cut off Hongmeng's purple energy!

If it takes hundreds of millions of years to polish it, the Wu clan will have at least seven saints, and the potential is immeasurable!

Moreover, Yaoting and Zifuzhou are probably filled with hatred.

hum-

The space trembled, and in the eyes of the immortals setting fire, the twelve ancestral witches disappeared on the spot and floated away.

"Hiss, it's so hateful. How dare these reckless men do this? I'm so angry!"

"First it was the Calabash Vine, but now even the Purple Qi is being cut off!"

"Why are there ancestral witches everywhere? This witch sect is simply the biggest cancer in the world and must be eradicated!"

The immortals were completely unable to suppress the anger in their hearts, they collapsed and roared, unable to do anything and furious.

(End of this chapter)