Chapter 273 Haotian’s Doom is Destined

Bixia Yuanjun pretended to be surprised and said, "How could this happen? Those Ox-Headed Horse-Faced Guardians and the Black and White Impermanence have always been diligent and organized in their work, and have never taken away the wrong souls. Don't worry, the underworld will never deliberately harm innocent souls. When I investigate this matter, I will definitely release those souls."

After hearing this, Fuyou's mood not only did not improve, but it became even worse.

Bixia Yuanjun's cultivation is not weaker than the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and is even better than them. Otherwise, how could the Ancestral Witch Houtu be murdered by her and the Ancestral Witch Minghe?

Although the bulk of the work was accomplished by Hengming and Nuwa, their crucial roles were no less important, which shows how powerful their cultivation was.

Such a powerful goddess could see everything in the ancient world with just a thought. But she just said that she would investigate later and would not release the soul until the investigation was clear. It was obvious that she was deliberately trying to delay.

Fuyou was about to lose his temper, but when he remembered Shebisi's last words, he had to suppress his anger and took out a deep green gem.

As soon as the bead was taken out, wisps of colorless mist flew out. Where the mist was flying, the invisible space was corroded and exploded layer by layer, revealing its true appearance.

Space storms spread out, and the colorless mist penetrated into the loopholes and continued to poison the void.

Bixia Yuanjun raised her eyebrows slightly after seeing this, but still waved her hand to lock the invisible mist, and then asked with a little surprise: "Is this... the essence of the Great Way of Poison?"

Looking at the azure green pearl in his hand, Fuyou's eyes flashed with reluctance, but he still held it up with both hands, humbly saying: "Fuyou has led the tribe to the underworld for a long time, but has never paid homage to Empress Pingxin. I am offering the poison spirit pearl here as a gift of repentance. I hope Empress Pingxin will not be offended."

The Poison Spirit Pearl was formed from the half-body essence and blood of Shebisi, the ancestor of poison, and incorporated with Zhurong's lifelong forging skills. For Fuyou, no, for any powerful person who practices the way of poison, it is an inestimable treasure.

Even though Bixia Yuanjun practiced the Great Way of Earth, which has nothing in common with the Great Way of Poison, it does not affect the value of this treasure at all.

Fuyou's intention was very simple. He just wanted to ask Bixia Yuanjun to show mercy and let the Shebisi tribe go, and this poisonous spirit bead was their sincerity.

But Bixia Yuanjun's move was intended to provoke the anger of the two ancient witches, so she would never let them go so easily.

Time passed minute by minute. Fuyou bent over, lowered his head, and still held the Poison Spirit Pearl with his hands facing upward, hoping that Bixia Yuanjun would accept this treasure. He felt extremely ashamed in his heart, but for the sake of the tribe, he had to endure it all.

Chi You was also powerless standing by. After all, Bixia Yuanjun was the master of the underworld now. All he could do was turn his head away and leave a little face for Fuyou.

After a long time, Bixia Yuanjun finally spoke: "This treasure is too precious. I cannot accept it, but I know what you mean. Don't worry, as long as I find out the truth, I will definitely put those innocent souls back into the body. Just wait for some time. I promise that before the matter is investigated clearly, those souls will be safe and sound."

After hearing what Bixia Yuanjun said, Fuyou could no longer suppress the shame in his heart. He held the Poison Spirit Pearl tighter and tighter, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

"Go crazy!"

Bixia Yuanjun looked at this scene with a little expectation, while Jiutian Xuannu retreated quietly, not daring to stay here any longer.

Just as Fuyou was about to lose his temper, a big hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and the warm energy of the earth poured into his body, calming his crazy heart, and a steady voice came to his ears.

"Empress Pingxin is fair and prudent, and will definitely give us a fair answer. In that case, we will return to the tribe and wait for the Empress."

Chi You replied calmly.

Although Fuyou had many questions in his mind, Shebishi had told him to obey Chiyou's orders before he left. Since Chiyou had done so, he nodded and said, "Then we will withdraw first."

Bixia Yuanjun was slightly disappointed. She glanced at Chiyou without leaving any trace and said with a smile, "The two ancestor witches are busy with their affairs, so it is inconvenient for me to keep them. Xuannv, please send these two ancestor witches off for me."

But Chi You and Fu You rejected such kindness and immediately turned into divine light and left the Samsara Palace. It can be said that they came and went in a hurry.

When the two returned to the cave, Fuyou asked in confusion: "Chiyou, why did you stop me? That Bixia Yuanjun is obviously shirking responsibility and deliberately making things difficult for the Wu clan. Why not fight her to the death? This underworld was originally created by Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches. All of this should have been in the hands of the Wu clan. That Bixia Yuanjun stole this achievement and dared to make things difficult for the Wu clan in the end. She is simply ungrateful!"

Chi You shook his head and sighed, "You are still too impatient. Bixia Yuanjun is the leader of the mountain gods. There are countless mountain gods under her command. The witch clan is now very weak. How can they go against this mountain god? Moreover, Bixia Yuanjun has profound cultivation, and there is the Styx Patriarch nearby to suppress her. Even Hou Tu Zu Wu was plotted against by these two. Even if you are made of iron, how many nails can they hit you with?"

Although he said that, Fuyou still felt unwilling.

He had experienced the most prosperous moment of the Witch Clan. Who would dare to disrespect him wherever he went?

Even those top-level innate gods who have existed since the creation of the world would stay indoors when they encountered his tribe. It can be said that he was in great glory.

But today, he is asked to be humble and submissive, and even when someone slaps him, he has to ask others if it hurts. How can he bear this?
Chi You also knew Fu You's psychological process. When he first came to the underworld, he was often harassed by the mountain gods. At first he was very angry and even fought with them, but later he let it go.

"Now we are shouldering the responsibility of the witch clan. Among the twelve witch ancestors, only the Xuanming Ancestral Witch is left alive. He is seriously injured and has returned to Pangu Palace to recuperate. If you and I are still so unwise, it will only bring great trouble to the Xuanming Ancestral Witch. You should just bear with it for now."

Chi You advised. Fu You was deflated when he heard it, and sat down on the mat. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, forget it. If we lose, we lose. We have to admit it. I just don't know how long we have to endure it. Do we have to hide in the underworld for the rest of our lives and never come out?"

After hearing Fuyou's question, Chiyou was silent for a long time. He didn't know how to answer.

Yes, you have to be patient all the time, but when will you explode?
It is good to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but if you pretend to be a pig for too long, you will really become a pig.

Yingzhou Island, Yuhua Palace.

Hengming glanced in the direction of the Heaven with a bad face. As early as when Haotian said his real name, he knew what Haotian was talking about.

"You little boy, you dare to be so disrespectful, you are really courting death!" Heng Ming said coldly: "You are lucky enough to become the Emperor of Heaven, but you are not grateful and you are still so greedy. It seems that I don't need to show mercy anymore."

When the sage gets angry, things change suddenly.

Even Yuanshi Tianzun, whom they mentioned earlier, knew the reason behind all this.

Even Hengming could not tolerate such disrespect, let alone Yuanshi Tianzun who attached the most importance to etiquette?

Haotian's move was no less than a direct slap in the face to Yuanshi Tianzun. The fact that Yuanshi Tianzun did not directly shake the Chaos Banner to destroy the Thirty-Six Heavens could already be regarded as respecting Honghuang and Hongjun.

But there was also an endless black cloud hovering over Kunlun Mountain. Thunder rolled within the black cloud, electric snakes hissed, and the aura of destruction gushed out, as terrifying as the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth. Flames shone all over the sky, approaching the thirty-sixth heaven, all of which demonstrated the anger of this Jade Purity Saint.

Countless creatures outside Kunlun Mountain knelt on the ground, praying to the saint to put away his thundering rage and burning anger.

Almost at the same time, the seven saints knew what Haotian said. Taishang Laojun was still refining the elixir with an expressionless face, Tongtian Jiaozhu had a funny look on his face, and the two saints from the West, one seemed to be thinking about something, and the other had a bitter look on his face, but they also did not think of stopping it.

Nuwa was also in the mood to watch the show, wanting to see what kind of punishment Haotian would face.

Hengming sat on the wind and fire cushion, with endless disasters vaguely lingering around him. The wind was roaring, the thunder was roaring, the ice was spreading, and the fire was burning, showing the anger in the heart of this sacred fate.

Noticing the teasing looks from the other saints, Hengming felt a little dissatisfied with Haotian.

"Anyone who dared to speak to me like this has almost all turned to ashes. Dong Wanggong is one, Di Jun is one, Donghuang Taiyi is one, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are one, Haotian, it seems that you are the next one."

Heng Ming's mind turned, and he immediately recalled a trace of the cause and effect of the Wu clan, and entangled it with the luck of the Heavenly Court.

Although the demon clan's heaven has been destroyed, a new heaven was built on the old site of the demon clan's heaven. There were many entanglements between the two. After the war between the wizards and the liches, the entanglement between them has become so dense that it is inseparable, and even a saint would find it difficult to deal with it.

Although the demon clan is close to extinction, the witch clan is still powerful, and Xuanming, the innate ancestor witch, is not dead yet.

There are also four great Hunyuan warriors, Xingtian, Chiyou, Jiufeng and Fuyou, who inherited the names of the previous ancestors of witches, as well as some surviving great witches. In today's prehistoric world, the witch clan is still the most powerful race.

Of course, this is the strongest one except for Nuwa, otherwise the demon race would be the undisputed first race.

Hengming's move was naturally not a small one. In the originally bright aura of heaven, an inappropriate black demon snake suddenly appeared.

The demon snake was very conspicuous in this aura, but it just wandered around in it on its own. No matter how many auspicious clouds and rays of light shone on it, the demon snake did not show any wear and tear. On the contrary, it was still expanding day by day, and a murderous aura arose from it.

It was obvious that a fatal calamity had been lingering in the destiny of the Heavenly Court, firmly locking onto one of the rulers.

In the heavenly court today, apart from Lord Haotian, Queen Mother of the Yaochi, Taibai Jinxing and Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, there are only some boys and maids who have just been enlightened.

Naturally, Emperor Ziwei would not be affected by this fatal disaster. Taibai Jinxing was too weak and was not worthy of being affected at all. The only ones left were naturally Lord Haotian and Queen Mother Yaochi.

If Haotian doesn't want to take responsibility for all this, then the Queen Mother will die with him.

"Humph! A small punishment but a big warning, so that you know that a saint cannot be insulted!"

Heng Ming snorted coldly.

Haotian only has two choices left: either to die voluntarily and leave the Queen Mother to keep his power for him, with the possibility of rebirth in the future; or to completely disappear into thin air and never be reborn.

He believed that Haotian would make a wise decision.

(End of this chapter)