Chapter 152: The Ancestral Witch's Defeat at the Battle of Hou Tu Si

Heng Ming thought to himself, "If the twelve witch ancestors can truly merge into one, even if they cannot achieve the Great Golden Immortal of the Primordial Chaos, they are only a hair's breadth away. Moreover, with their special power, they can be comparable to saints in the prehistoric world."

Pangu's real body barely stood up straight, raised the Axe of Creation in his hand again, and chopped it down fiercely. The formation that was originally as bright as the starry sky suddenly extinguished its light and became crumbling. Countless stars fell like meteors, and the Taiyi demon gods and star gods bleed one after another, which immediately made the gods who set up the formation feel under pressure.

The first to be hit were the River Map and the Luoshu. The black dots and white lines or white dots and black lines on these two spiritual treasures began to collapse and turn into nothingness. The light on them became dim and almost disappeared.

The three hundred and sixty-five Zhoutian Star Banners were collapsing and scattered, and the remaining ancient stars flickered and were also on the verge of collapse. Countless pressures were once again placed on Di Jun and his companions.

Di Jun was the first to be injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky, only because he had taken the initiative to stand in front of Xihe and Changxi. Taiyi also looked pale, and was barely able to stay where he was, but was too weak to fight again.

Although he has the protection of the Donghuang Bell and is a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, suppressing the aftermath of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array is no small matter. One must know that this array has consumed an enormous amount of time just to set up, and it is so powerful that it has mobilized the power of the entire boundless starry sky. This is not something that a Hunyuan Golden Immortal can suppress.

The fact that he could still stand upright and not fainted was a testament to his strong body and unlimited strength.

Now the only ones who can still remain conscious and capable of fighting in the formation are Xihe, Changxi, and Kunpeng, who is at the center of the Fallen Star Formation.

A ray of Feng Shui energy passed by, and an old man with a gloomy face and a hooked nose appeared. It was Kunpeng.

It was only because the formation was on the verge of collapse at this moment, and the center of the Falling Stars formation was already damaged, so he naturally did not need to suppress it again, but was able to come here.

Kunpeng looked at the two emperors who were close to coma, and then looked at several spiritual treasures with dim light. There was a glimmer in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Finally, Kunpeng said calmly: "I wonder if the two majesties can come up with any strategy? Fight or flee? Please let me know."

Xihe and Changxi were a little flustered after hearing this. In the end, Xihe was older and calmed down a little. Just as they were about to speak, they heard Dijun's pale face saying, "Please, Master Demon, take my two wives away. I and Donghuang will guard this place."

The two ladies flatly refused after hearing this. Xihe even said, "The marriage of heaven has just begun and has not yet been completed. How can we sisters abandon you? The fellow Taoists of Zixiao Palace are watching in the starry sky. You are putting us sisters in an unkind and unjust situation. Even if we die, we must die together. There is absolutely no retreat!"

Chang Xi's pretty face turned pale, but she still said firmly: "If we really retreat, how can we face my sister and our colleagues in Zixiao Palace in the future? My husband, you don't need to say more. My sister and I have already made up our minds."

Seeing that Di Jun wanted to say more, Chang Xi said decisively, and a green ball appeared on her white hand. It was her companion spiritual treasure, the Taiyin Extinction Ball. Xihe also took out the Mingyue Tidal Harp.

Seeing his two wives so determined to live and die with him, Di Jun was moved, but still said: "You two are the Queen of Heaven and the Queen of Demons, and both are the Six Emperors of Heaven. How can you be so sentimental? If you two really die, who will take care of you in Heaven?"

Di Jun was talking about the Six Emperors of Heaven, but he said that Xihe and Changxi died with him, and there was no one to look after Heaven, thus excluding Nuwa and Fuxi.

It can be seen that Di Jun never let down his guard against these two people, which shows how deep his character is.

But the two women refused to do so, and Kunpeng was happy to be idle, standing aside. However, his sharp eyes would occasionally look at the spiritual treasures in the sky, and he felt a little envious.

Taiyi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "The two sisters-in-law don't need to argue with big brother. The real body is on the verge of collapse. It can be seen that the twelve witch ancestors can only swing two axes, and the rest are not possible."

After hearing this, the gods hurriedly looked back and saw that, as expected, after Pangu's true body swung the second axe, he was about to swing the third axe with his hands still upwards, but at this moment, his whole body trembled slightly, and countless cracks appeared and pierced through his body. The Axe of Creation turned into countless evil spirits and dissipated.

Although there were twelve blood-colored crystals inside Pangu's real body that were constantly beating in an attempt to heal his real body, it was all in vain.

A moment later, Pangu's real body suddenly collapsed and turned into patterns of boundless power that dissipated. Twelve blood-colored magic lights flew out and fell to the ground. They were the twelve pale-faced, zombie-like ancestor witches. They had tried their best, but could no longer maintain the existence of their real bodies.

At this moment, even Hou Tu, who had the deepest cultivation, felt exhausted, because the energy consumption of their brothers and sisters working together to transform into Pangu's true body was extremely huge. Let alone one Hunyuan Golden Immortal, even several Hunyuan Golden Immortals could be sucked dry.

If they were not born with the ability to contain countless turbid air from the earth, and even use the turbid air to transform magic to replace the consumption of magic power, and if, except for Hou Tu, the other ancestor witches had not yet achieved Hunyuan and their consumption was relatively small, otherwise it would be difficult for them to transform into Pangu's true body in the Heavenly Palace.

Hou Tu was breathing heavily, and was even unable to maintain the true body of the Ancestral Witch. She transformed back into her innate Taoist body, collapsed on the ground, and sighed at the sky, which was unusually broken but still had some remaining stars.

"We are only one step away from breaking this formation."

Zhu Jiuyin's voice was unwilling to give up. He was also only one step away from achieving Hun Yuan, but unfortunately he failed. Di Jiang was also unwilling to give up, but the feeling of emptiness in his body almost drove him crazy. They were too stupid this time, and they actually rushed to the sky to fight. If they stood on the ground, they would definitely be able to swing the third axe, or even the fourth axe. It was really hateful!
But unlike his two brothers, Hou Tu was thinking about this formation that would allow them to transform into Pangu's true body.

"Who is that mysterious person? He actually knows the blood inheritance of our brothers and sisters. If it weren't for him, we would still be able to find this formation, but it would take an unknown amount of time. Is he a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian? Is he Hongjun Daozu? Or is he Luohou Mozu?"

Hou Tu is the last of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to be born. Due to the special path she practiced, the turbid air deep in the earth did not completely dissolve her spirit, but left her with a glimmer of life.

Although Hou Tu tried her best to make these remaining souls stronger but failed, as her cultivation became deeper, she was able to sense the way of heaven.

The spirit of her father God was warning her not to go against the grain and not to rashly challenge the bottom line of the Tao.

Because of this, Hou Tu forcibly terminated the witch clan's plan to hunt down the great gods of the prehistoric world. Although the vast majority of the twelve ancestral witches did not think that the way of heaven was equivalent to Pangu, Hou Tu knew what respect and reflection were.

That is why Hou Tu can become the number one among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although in name, Di Jiang is the patriarch of the Wu clan, but as the patriarch he has to listen to Zhu Jiuyin, and Zhu Jiuyin sometimes has to listen to Hou Tu, which shows how special Hou Tu's position is.

Now she was in the thirty-sixth heaven, surrounded by endless pure air. Because of her weak body, there was almost no evil spirit in her body. Although she no longer had the feeling of endless power when she stepped on the ground, it made Hou Tu more reflective and scrutinizing.

Seeing that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had collapsed to the ground, Di Jun was overjoyed. They looked at each other and finally turned their gazes to Kunpeng.

Kunpeng was not a fool. Seeing the two Taiyin goddesses who still had some strength left staring at him covetously, and Taiyi looked pale, but he didn't know if he still had any strength left. He knew that his plan to seize power would fail, so he said immediately, "Your Majesties have been severely injured. Why don't you let me take action?"

Di Jun smiled with a fake smile and said, "In that case, I will trouble the demon master."

Kunpeng nodded slightly, without any movement, his magic power suddenly surged out like crazy, like the North Sea surging down, turning land into sea, covering the sky and the earth, endlessly, just like his real body swallowing water, vast and boundless.

Upon seeing this, Di Jun's brows twitched slightly, thinking that this demon master was indeed a hidden talent. Even if he didn't have magic treasures, this magic power was enough for him to be independent in the prehistoric world. Then he was secretly annoyed that Kunpeng was not working hard enough, otherwise why would the falling stars take so long to form successfully?

Kunpeng was a kind-hearted man, and he knew that if he took action, Di Jun would definitely discover the clues, but he was not afraid at all, because that existence had already made a promise to him, so he didn't need to care about this mortal emperor.

The magic power like the North Sea surged out and instantly merged into the Sun Star under his feet. The fiery red star shook slightly, and finally began to smash down suddenly, getting faster and faster, even breaking through the limit. It cut through countless layers of the void along the way, and rushed towards the Twelve Ancestral Witches with a determined momentum.

Naturally, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were unwilling to sit and wait for death, but they had no magic power left in their bodies. They were in the Thirty-Sixth Heaven, and there was no evil energy to replenish them. They could only watch the Sun Star hit them.

"I didn't expect the demon tribe to actually win."

Seeing that Di Jun and his men actually won the battle and even started to kill the Twelve Ancestral Witches, several Saints of Destiny looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with it.

After a moment, Zhunti spoke first: "Senior brothers and sisters, please listen to what I have to say. The witch clan cannot die, and the twelve witch ancestors cannot perish."

Jie Yin agreed, "Senior brothers and sisters, what Junior Brother Zhunti said is right. The celestial marriage has not yet ended. How can such an auspicious event be stained with blood?"

Different from Zhunti's frankness, Jie Yin was concerned that Nuwa was the Queen of Heaven, so he had to use a more pleasant statement.

But the meaning is very clear, that is, the Twelve Ancestral Witches cannot die here.

After Jie Yin finished speaking, the two of them looked at Heng Ming, because everyone present knew that Heng Ming had the best relationship with Nuwa, and because of the special relationship between the several saints, the two of them would naturally stick together for warmth, so they wanted Heng Ming to speak and ask Nuwa for permission to let them stop it.

The Three Pure Ones also turned their attention to Hengming, and their meaning was obviously the same.

But Hengming smiled slightly, ignored everyone's gaze, and said loudly: "Disciple Hengming, respectfully welcome Master!"

(End of this chapter)