God: I have a wild world!

Chapter 129 [The Pitifully Little Heavenly Merit]

This bit of Heavenly Dao merit has almost no effect on Di Jun. He cannot become a Heavenly Dao Saint, and if refined into his body, he may be restricted by the Heavenly Dao.

So he simply gave all this merit to Xihe, hoping that with the blessing of the heavenly merit, they could have more children.

While the Yaozu was busy cleaning up the mess, Lei Hong also left the Wuzu Palace and returned to the Qiangliang Tribe.

It can be said that Lei Hong's performance this time made the Twelve Ancestral Witches very satisfied, and their resistance and guard against the God of Creation were much less.

Although no new ancestral witch has become a believer in the God of Creation yet, Lei Hong reckons this will happen sooner or later.

The Heavenly Marriage reported by the demon court was disturbed by the great witch Leihong of the witch tribe, and he killed two demon gods at the peak of the Daluo Jinxian in the late stage of the Daluo Jinxian. This news swept the prehistoric land like a storm.

Although no one dared to talk about it publicly, secretly this storm of rumors swept across the prehistoric land.

It was also the first time that Lei Hong, the newly promoted great witch, appeared in the eyes of all the great powers.

After this incident, many Great Desolate Powers thought that the Yaozu would retaliate immediately, but the Prehistoric World became quiet for a while.

Even so, many great powers can feel the sense of oppression before the storm. This kind of calm is more dangerous than when the two clans of Lich have been rubbing against each other.

On the second day after the Heavenly Marriage, Donghuang Taiyi directly started retreat. He wanted to attack the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and then he would avenge the shame of his elder brother and crush the Wu Clan.

And the power of the Yaozu's original Zhoutian Xingdou formation has also declined to a certain extent after the loss of six Da Luo Jinxians.

Originally, the Dutian Shensha formation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was stronger than the Zhoutian Xingdou formation of the Demon Court, but now the gap is even bigger.

In addition, the Houtu tribe of the Witch Clan has been praying according to the method in the Creation Prayer and Induction Chapter. It can be said that the strength of the Witch Clan is gradually surpassing that of the Yao Clan.

As Lei Hong's strength continues to improve, this trend may become bigger and bigger, at least until Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are not sanctified.

After Lei Hongzu came out of the witch hall, he entered the retreat again, taking advantage of the fact that the source of divine crystals is now sufficient.

After the Houtu ancestral witch possessed the primordial spirit, he also retreated to cultivate the primordial spirit, hoping to improve his own strength and catch up with the rest of the ancestral witches.

This calm state has lasted for 5000 years, and nothing strange has happened in the wild.

But recently, Houtu Ancestral Witch felt that something was wrong with her. From time to time, Wan Ling's crying sounded in her ears, and this sound directly penetrated into Houtu's mind, causing her heart to tremble for a while.

When hearing this kind of voice, Hou Tu will feel extra pain in his heart, as if someone important to her is sinking into extreme torment, waiting for her to rescue.

At first, this feeling was not too strong, but as time went by, this feeling became more and more intense, making it difficult for Houtu to control himself.

In a trance, Hou Tu felt that he had lightly left the Ancestral Witch Palace and came to the wild land.

But at this time, the prehistoric world in Houtu's eyes is indeed gray and gloomy, without any color.

The evil energy between the heaven and the earth was extremely strong, and countless resentful spirits wandered in the prehistoric world. Without the protection of their bodies, they were scorched by the energy of the sun during the day and frozen by the energy of the yin at night, suffering unspeakably.

Since the beginning of the world, there have been countless battles in the prehistoric world, such as the calamity of fierce beasts, the calamity of dragons and so on.

Every time there is a war, the prehistoric world is full of blood, and hundreds of millions of creatures die, but they have nowhere to go after death, they can only wander in every corner of the prehistoric world.

In Houtu's eyes, she could clearly see the miserable appearance of every wronged soul, and there was also the horrific wail in her ears, which made her feel compassionate.

At this time, Houtu felt a strong sense of guilt, and was very eager to save these lonely ghosts wandering in the prehistoric world.

When Houtu's consciousness returned to her body, she left the place of retreat, flew out of the Ancestral Witch Hall, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"Sister Houtu, where are you going?"

Zhu Jiuyin felt that something was wrong, because the twelve ancestor witches had discussed it, and they would not leave Buzhou Mountain unless there was anything important, so as not to be calculated by the monster clan.

But this time Houtu took the initiative to leave the Ancestral Witch Hall, and turned a deaf ear to his cries, completely ignoring him, which made Zhu Jiuyin feel very strange.

The Houtu ancestor witch used his body skills to walk through the prehistoric land, and finally came to the sky above the Nether Blood Sea.

The Nether Blood Sea was formed by a stream of filthy blood from Pangu's navel. It can be said to be boundless, and the waves of blood are overwhelming.

When Houtu came here, Patriarch Styx immediately flew out of the sea of ​​blood, and when he found that it was Houtu among the twelve ancestor witches, his expression suddenly became ugly.

If it were other quasi-sages, Patriarch Minghe wasn't very afraid, even if he couldn't beat him, the other party couldn't do anything to him.

But the one who came now was the Houtu among the twelve ancestor witches, and the ancestor witches were well-known in the entire prehistoric world for being domineering and protecting their weaknesses.

5000 years ago, he saw with his own eyes the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Great Witch Lei Hong messing up the Demon Emperor Jun's Heavenly Marriage, and finally left without incident.

Patriarch Minghe reckoned that if he dared to attack Houtu, his Nether Blood Sea would be smashed as well.

But soon, Patriarch Styx discovered that something was wrong with Houtu, because Houtu's eyes were very loose and empty, as if unconscious.

"Houtu Ancestral Witch, what's the matter with this ancestor?"

Patriarch Minghe asked cautiously.

But Hou Tu didn't seem to see him, just flew into the sky, and then said loudly:

On the great road, there are descendants of Pan Gu who are willing to use their bodies as reincarnation to provide a resting place for the wandering souls of the wild.

After the death of all spirits in the prehistoric world, they all enter reincarnation, and there are six realms: the realm of heaven, the realm of Asura, the realm of humanity, the realm of animals, the realm of evil ghosts, and the realm of hell.

Those who have great merits and virtues in life can enter the way of heaven and be at ease, those who kill and torture can enter the way of Asura, those who have no merits can enter the way of humans, those who have more meritorious deeds can enter the way of animals, and those who have too great merit can enter the way of evil ghosts and hell.

Since then, the wandering souls of the wilderness have returned to their place, and eighteen hells have been set up to judge the merits and demerits of the living beings during their lifetime.

Those who have done more than meritorious deeds will enter [-]% of hell, and only after atonement can they re-enter reincarnation, and the six realms of reincarnation will be established! "

Houtu's loud voice echoed between the heaven and the earth, and all spirits in the wild can hear it clearly.

"Brother! Something happened!"

Zhu Jiuyin's complexion turned pale when he heard the words, and he quickly roared, startling all the ancestral witches who were still in retreat.

Although the rest of the ancestral witches were retreating, the voice of the Houtu ancestral witches was too loud, echoing in every corner of the prehistoric world, and they could hear it clearly.

(End of this chapter)