Chapter 51 Showdown
Nuwa looked calm, not surprised by the arrival of the three witch ancestors. She just said, "You three have been forcing me all the time. Today, you finally showed your true colors and wanted to capture me directly? Aren't you afraid that my eldest brother will come and capture you guys instead?"

The two siblings were able to survive under the persecution of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, without even looking too embarrassed, and were able to sit safely on Fengqi Mountain. Naturally, they had a lot to rely on.

Firstly, they are powerful and can use companion spiritual treasures. Secondly, the twelve ancestor witches have each founded their own tribes. If one of the two brothers and sisters is allowed to escape, as long as there is no ancestor witch guarding their tribe, both Nuwa and Fuxi can completely wipe out a tribe in an instant.

Because of this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not dare to force them too much and could only proceed slowly.

Xizi was obviously the leader of the group. After hearing what Nuwa said, he immediately laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa is really suspicious. We just want to invite you to the land of the ancient witches. How can we force you? In addition, Fellow Daoist Fuxi is probably not on Mount Buzhou at the moment. If we miss this opportunity, I don't know how long it will take before we can invite Fellow Daoist Nuwa to come for a gathering. As long as Fellow Daoist Nuwa comes, are we still afraid that Fellow Daoist Fuxi will not come?"

Nuwa finally frowned slightly, her expression a little solemn: "How do you know that my elder brother is not on Fengqi Mountain?"

The eight heads of Tianwu all smiled, and finally opened their bloody mouths, and a broken string suddenly appeared. The string was filled with a transcendent aura that was unique to the best innate spiritual treasure, and bursts of beautiful music appeared. It was the string of Fuxi's companion spiritual treasure, the Fuxi Qin!

Nuwa's face was full of anger. Tianwu's move was tantamount to a provocation. It was obvious that they had already injured Fuxi and even left one string of Fuxi's zither, which was really a humiliation to her.

Xizi continued, "How is it? If it weren't for Brother Gonggong and Brother Zhurong meeting Taoist Fuxi while he was traveling, I'm afraid we would have been kept in the dark. Tianwu, don't bring out this string. It's just a trophy that our two brothers accidentally left behind when they were sparring with Taoist Fuxi. Why bring it out to upset Taoist Nuwa? But Taoist Nuwa is kind and I'm sure she won't take it to heart."

The anger on Nuwa's face became more and more profound, and her beautiful face was full of rage. Countless lives perished under Nuwa's anger. Nature can create life, but it can also destroy life. It is just two sides of the same coin.

At this moment, inexplicable forces emerged from the void and immediately offset the strange fluctuations that continued to emanate from the three ancient witches. Nuwa was startled, but immediately regained her composure, feeling that she was too easily angered just now. As the goddess of creation, she should hold the holy heart of creation, so how could she deprive all living beings of their lives so casually.

Heng Ming's figure slowly emerged and said to Nuwa, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't underestimate the enemy. Although the witch clan cannot use spiritual treasures, the ancestor witch can forge witch weapons in a strange way. When the two are combined, they are not inferior to spiritual treasures."

Nuwa regained her composure, bowed to Hengming and said, "Thank you for your help, Daoist Fellow Hengming. I am deeply grateful for your kindness. Please lend me a hand to wipe out these scums who have tarnished the prehistoric world!"

Heng Ming said in a deep voice: "Even if Daoist Nuwa didn't tell me, I would have tried my best to kill him. It was my fault that Dijiang escaped before, but it won't happen now. Dijiang can escape by relying on space, but I don't know if these three witch ancestors can escape by relying on thunder, lightning and wind."

Heng Ming was indeed not exaggerating. He sacrificed 30,000 years of luck in exchange for a chance to kill Di Jiang. If he gritted his teeth and sacrificed 100,000 years of luck in one breath, it would not be a joke to wipe out Di Jiang.

Even if the twelve ancient witches guarded Pangu's legacy, they would still suffer at the hands of Heng Ming.

In the final analysis, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were inherently deficient in comparison with other gods because they did not have a soul. Without a soul, they could not refine spiritual treasures. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not have too many people and a strong foundation, how could they dominate the prehistoric world? They would have been enslaved by the gods. Nuwa waved her hand, and the Creation Furnace returned to her hand. Hengming also took out the Life Map again. Dijiang could travel through the void without being captured by the Life Map, but it was not certain for these three.

Xizi, on the other hand, understood something and angrily said, "You are the one who hurt my elder brother! He has to fall into a deep sleep to recover from his injuries!"

Hengming's face was grim, and his words were colder than ten thousand years of ice: "That's good to know. Since even your eldest brother couldn't do anything to me, and almost died in my hands, I advise you to surrender, so you don't have to suffer physical pain."

Xizi couldn't bear it any longer, and he exchanged a look with the taciturn Qiangliang, and finally the two joined together, and suddenly a loud noise resounded across the world.

Boom!

The rumbling thunder swept across tens of millions of miles. Anyone who heard it felt their heart shaken and was in a state of panic all day long. This was the power of thunder.

But facing the two top-level innate divine beings, Qiang Liang's move was useless. Nuwa and Heng Ming were like listening to the singing of larks and the flowing of rivers. Even if there was loud thunder, it had no effect on them at all.

Countless bright golden lightning bolts fell from the sky, instantly forming a desolate area nearby, tightly blocking the space and preventing them from leaving. Countless divine lightning shuttled through, turning into millions of electric snakes that hissed, rubbed against each other, and sparked countless electric sparks.

Hengming smiled contemptuously, as if he was very disdainful of this move. He casually unfolded the fate map in his hand, and the power of fate began to spread. All the electric snakes touched by the power of fate turned into nothingness. Even the invisible and intangible thunder could not penetrate the barrier of fate.

The Wheel of Fate was manipulated to turn slightly, but it did not merge into the laws of fate. Instead, it suddenly exploded, and countless tiny dust particles filled the air, immediately blocking the vicinity in reverse. Even the combined power of thunder and lightning could not break it.

Nuwa also took action at this time. The furnace of creation, which was blazing with blazing flames, spun around in the sky, and then suddenly smashed towards Tianwu who had turned into a divine wind. The fire of creation was like silk threads, endless, combining both hardness and softness, showing the true meaning of hardness and softness.

The divine wind was whistling, and the eight human faces of Tian Wu let out a huge roar in unison. Countless divine winds between heaven and earth appeared, forcibly resisting the burning of the fire of creation. However, the forced pressure of the furnace of creation was not something he could withstand. Creation was the most important. It was the power of all living things and the weight of life.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hengming stretched out a finger and tapped the void, uttering a mighty proclamation: "Fate, carry fate with nothingness, support destiny with oneself, in the name of fate, Qiangliang, Xizi, Tianwu, I forcibly deprive you of the consciousness to control your body!"

(End of this chapter)