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Chapter 1352 Farewell, see you again!
Wei Ziqing stood in the Zuwu hall and did not go out.

Houtu has summoned the remaining twelve ancestor witches.

No one knew what happened, especially the members of the Dawu clan.

They only knew that after the newborn ancestral witch appeared, the atmosphere among the many ancestral witches in the ancestral witch hall became a little weird.

not only that……

After the ancestral witch of Houtu went in with that ancestral witch,

It took more than a year to come out.

And when he came out, he summoned the other twelve ancestor witches, and then...

This group of twelve ancestor witches began to retreat and gather again.

"It can't be because of the monster race, right?"

Many members of the Wu clan started talking about it.

It is rare for the great witch clan to gather twelve ancestor witches like this, unless it is related to the monster clan, otherwise it will never be like this.

"Could it be that ancestor witches are born again because of my big witch clan, and all ancestor witches are going to start attacking the monster clan?"

Thinking of this, the Dawu clan was extremely excited.

They have endured for a long time!

The clan of great witches stand upright.

They are not afraid to fight!
It's even more combative!
For tens of thousands of years, a group of great witches could not stand the stalemate with the demon clan. How can they be unhappy now that there is such a sign?

Finally, it's the day I've been waiting for!

It's time to rip them off!
The big witch clan sharpened their knives eagerly, and they had the urge to go directly to the monster clan's base camp as long as the ancestor witch gave an order.

However, it was obvious that the Dawu clan was disappointed.

A month later, the Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared. Facing their eyes full of fighting desire, they just shouted: "What the hell are you doing standing there? Don't you want to go hunting? Don't you need to eat? Get lost!"

A group of big witches were startled and retreated abruptly.

Dijiang, Houtu and the other ancestor witches walked into the ancestor witch hall once in a while.

Inside, Wei Ziqing was still waiting there, as if a month was only a few minutes to him.

"It seems that you have already made a decision!"

When he saw Di Jiang and others coming in, Wei Ziqing had a huge smile on his face.

Houtu didn't speak, but just looked at Dijiang.

Di Jiang looked at Wei Ziqing and took a deep breath: "Sage Emperor Hongmeng Qinglian? Let me ask you, is it really... the fate of my witch clan?"

Wei Ziqing nodded: "Indeed!"

Hearing this once, Di Jiang and other ancestor witches all sighed, and even Houtu looked a little depressed.

The great witch family does not know the number of days, and does not cultivate the primordial spirit.

Only the smallest Houtu has a soul.

Houtu also said that the future of the Great Witch Clan is somewhat worrying, but how could they believe it?

But when this person appeared...

The twelve wills of the ancestral witch he brought, even possessed the blood of the ancestral witch!
This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do, especially the news in the will of the twelve ancestor witches is not simple!
Sometimes some news can be faked, but there are some that cannot be faked by others, for example, when they were just born, they just had consciousness, that special memory!

Especially the memory about the Primordial Heart...

That was sealed deep in their memory by the Great God Pan Gu, not to mention that no one knew about it, even their ancestor witches hid this secret deep in their hearts and never mentioned it!

And all of these appeared in the will of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches!

This is really the message they personally left for Wei Ziqing, there is no doubt about it!
only……

from the future?
The Twelve Ancestral Witches didn't believe it, but they had to believe it!
Some people have such supernatural powers, or such treasures, they can shuttle between the present and the future...

What is really difficult for them to accept is their future fate, the fate of the great witch clan.

original……

The Great Witch Clan will really flourish!

original……

The Great Witch Clan will suffer that fate!
original……

The real protagonist is the human race!
They didn't expect...

But now, they all know!
And when they knew it, they fell silent.

In this prehistoric continent, they no longer care about killing or being killed, living or destroying!
What they care about is the continuation of a race!

And the Great Witch Clan almost disappeared completely, how could they not feel uncomfortable?
"The Great Witch Clan has been brilliant and decadent, but at least they are alive, and to live is hope, isn't it?"

Hearing Wei Ziqing's words, Di Jiang and the others trembled.

He looked at Wei Ziqing, and then at Houtu.

Finally, eleven drops of blood exuding enormous power appeared in his hand.

The drop of blood was as bright as fire.

As soon as it appeared, even Wei Ziqing couldn't help being moved by the terrifying power in it.

"These are the remaining eleven drops of ancestral witch's blood. They are considered the purest, and they are also the true inheritance of Father Pangu. Now...you take them away!"

Eleven drops of blood floated in front of him.

It is these eleven drops of ancestral witch's blood that I have experienced for nearly a thousand years from the stalemate, to the journey to the west, and even to the present flood!

Now, he appeared in front of him!
It's impossible not to be excited!

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ziqing collected the eleven drops of blood.

He looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said in a deep voice: "This emperor will keep this feeling in his heart, although this emperor has already said it, but this emperor still wants to say it.

Today, this emperor will not participate in the affairs of you and the monster clan, but in the future, not only will the great witch clan not be defeated, they will even step out of this universe and reach the pinnacle that even Pangu has never reached!This...is my promise! "

A trace of blood appeared on the corner of Twelve Ancestral Witch's mouth.

They looked at Wei Ziqing: "I hope, one day I can see this scene!"

Wei Ziqing nodded: "Yes! There will be such a day!"

The ancestor witches smiled slightly.

Say no more.

In the future, Houtu put all his vitality on this person.

So why can't they do it today?
The only hope is that he will not let them down!
……

Wei Ziqing is gone!
After getting twelve drops of ancestral witch blood, I left here...

Also on the day he left.

Di Jiang and the eleven ancestor witches looked at Houtu.

Their faces were calm, and they looked at her, as if they wanted to engrave her in the depths of their memory, and they would never forget her for the rest of their lives.

"Big brothers..."

Hou Tu looked at them, with a long mouth and red eyes.

"Don't cry, wipe it off!"

Di Jiang's face suddenly became angry: "Remember, you are Houtu, our sister, you can't cry! Remember it!"

"But brother, I..."

"To shut up!"

Jumang's face became angry.

However, when looking at Hou Tu's appearance, he still couldn't get angry in the end.

"Let's go, little sister!"

Gonggong sighed, and patted her on the shoulder: "No matter what, you are our little sister, and no one can change this, and the Dawu clan still needs you!"

Houtu has a mouth.

want to talk...

However, the eleven brothers and sisters had already turned their heads away from looking at her.

She got it!
Wiping away the tears, turning her head three times a step at a time, she looked at them until she couldn't see them anymore...

Go on!

don't come back!

Don't be afraid either.

because.

We will always be with you...

only……

You will be alone!

The eleven ancestral witches looked at Houtu's back and finally shed tears...

They all know what it means when the queen goes away.

farewell!
See you soon!
(End of this chapter)