"Let's go." Di Jiang yawned and said, "I don't understand a word about what Old Man Hongjun said! If anyone of you wants to come next time, come by yourself, I won't come anyway!"

"So too!" The other ancestor witches waved their hands one after another, and heard that this matter was inconsistent with their horoscopes.

"I think I have gained a lot. Not long after I heard the sermon, I completely condensed the true body of the ancestor witch." Mo Yu smiled lightly: "If you don't want to come, I will come by myself next time."

"Finish!" The twelve ancestor witches nodded one after another, then crossed thousands of powerful people with great courage, tearing apart the chaos space and heading towards the witch clan's ancestral land.

Top powerhouses such as Sanqing followed closely, and Fuxi and Nuwa also left the Zixiao Palace.

Di Jun and Taiyi led dozens of Daluo Jinxian to the front of the Dong prince.

"You are worthy of being the leader of a male immortal? You should just go back to Liubo Mountain to be a turtle!" Taiyi sneered: "Otherwise, I will let you know what cruelty is!"

Di Jun reached out his hand and pretended to dissuade Taiyi, saying, "Taiyi, how can you talk to fellow Taoist Dongwang like this? If you really don't agree, you'll have a fight with him."

"Tsk, does he dare?" Taiyi raised his head and raised his chest, despising the Eastern Prince: dozens of powerful men behind them laughed out loud: "Hahaha!"

The face of the Dong prince was ashen. Taiyi's cultivation was far better than that of him. He would definitely not be able to beat the accompanying treasure Chaos Bell in his hand.

Seeing that the Dong Prince was defeated, these powerful people laughed even more rampantly.

"Let's go." Di Jun Taiyi led them and left Zixiao Palace with arrogance.

Many powerful people originally wanted to establish a good relationship with the King of the East, but when they saw this scene, they suddenly lost interest and tore up the space and left. These powerful people finally practiced to the Daluo Golden Immortals, how could they be willing to have an extra leader on their heads?

At this moment, Di Juntai took the lead in rebelling, and it would be better if they didn't take the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

There were more than ten Daluo Jinxian surrounding the Dongwang, who was determined to follow Dongwang. Of course, most of them were not for the Dongwangwang, but for the male immortal leader that Hongjun chose.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be as good as brother Di Jun." A powerful man saw the bad face of the Eastern Prince and comforted him: "When the fellow Taoist hangs the flag of the head of the male immortal, many powerful men will come to surrender. At that time, the fellow Taoist wants to avenge today, and only needs to rush his troops to attack the Sun Star to let them know what the real head of the male immortal is."

"You are right, let's go!" The Eastern Prince's face suddenly looked much better. He turned his head to look for Queen Mother of the West, but he didn't find any trace of the other party, and he didn't know when he left.

The ancestral land of the witch clan.

As soon as the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch returned to Pangu Temple, Gonggong and Zhurong rushed forward to check the cultivation status of the 68 great witches. Although Mo Yu was very concerned, he was not as anxious as they were.

Gonggong suddenly stepped out of a big pit on the ground, and the loud sound woke the witches from their cultivation. The witches thought that the strong were invading and hurriedly picked up their weapons to fight against the invading enemy. After seeing the perpetrators clearly, they immediately felt relieved and took back the weapons.

"Greetings to the ancestor witch!" The sixty-eight great witches saluted together.

"Don't come to these empty people." Gonggong looked around the witches and said aloud: "Which level have you practiced the Dragon and Elephant Divine Art?"

"Go back to Gonggong's ancestor witch." Houyi bowed and said, "We are mostly promoted to the eleventh level ten thousand years ago. If we have enough blood support from the Father God, we may be able to reach the twelfth level in another ten thousand years."

Upon hearing this, the twelve ancestor witches were stunned. Apart from the top witches such as Houyi, the original strength of ordinary witches was the early stage of the Great Witch.

The eleventh level of the Dragon and Elephant Divine Art is also at this level. With the blessing of the Dragon and Elephant power, it can even exceed their original level, which means that they have spent 20,000 years to surpass their original level.

You should know that the youngest witches are hundreds of thousands of years old. In other words, practicing the Dragon and Elephant Divine Art for 20,000 years is equivalent to their accumulation in the past few hundred thousand years, which is simply terrifying!

If the calculation is reversed according to this speed, it may only take ten years for these great witches to practice the first level of Dragon Elephant Prajna. Pangu’s blood function actually increased the initial speed of these great witches’ cultivation by nearly twice. Such a terrifying cultivation speed would even catch up with their group of ancestor witches.

By analogy, when the second sermon begins, great witches such as Xing Tian Houyi can practice to the twelfth level. After another forty thousand years, that is, before the third sermon, they can practice to the thirteenth level. After the third sermon ends, after another fifty thousand years, the total is about eighty thousand years before they can practice to the 14th level. 160,000 years, the fifteenth level; 320,000 years, the sixteenth level.

From now on, Pangu's blood is unlimited and he will practice continuously. Perhaps in just 600,000 years, these great witches will be promoted to quasi-saints. At that time, who will dare to make ground on the witch clan?

The twelve ancestor witches were so happy that they couldn't hold their mouths together, but Mo Yu was not happy. The lich's calamity was coming, and the demon clan would definitely not give the witch clan such a long time to develop. Before the Lich's decisive battle, if the second Dutian God Evil Formation could not be formed, no matter how hard it was, it would be a waste of effort.

It seems that you have to apply a strong medicine.

Mo Yu thought for a while, looked around and said, "I said before that when the ancestor witch returns, we will leave the thirty witches with the strongest cultivation to continue practicing here, and the rest will be sent back to their respective tribes. Do you still remember it?"

"Remember!" The sixty-eight great witches responded in unison. In their opinion, the cultivation speed of this time was so fast that the Mo Yu ancestor witch might have to give up the rules set before and leave them all behind.

"Just remember." Mo Yu nodded slightly and said, "It's a pity that I've changed my mind now."

"We have guessed it long ago." The witches had confident smiles on their faces, as if everything was moving towards what they expected.

Even the twelve ancestor witches thought so. In their opinion, the remaining blood in the blood pool of Pangu Palace should be enough to support these great witches to cultivate to the quasi-saint realm.

"I didn't expect that everyone was so reasonable, so I didn't feel guilty." Mo Yu's old man comforted him and said with a faint smile: "I decided to eliminate forty-six great witches, and the twelve with the strongest cultivation will continue to stay here to practice."

Mo Yu's light words were like thunder in the sky, hitting hard on the heads of all the witch tribes.

The sixty-eight great witches stood there in a daze, which was completely different from the result they imagined!

"No! This is not possible! Mo Yu, what do you want to do?" Several ancestor witches suddenly became anxious.

Di Jiang raised his right hand gently, pressed down several restless ancestor witches, turned to look at Mo Yu, and said, "Thirteen, this matter is of great importance. Do you think you should discuss it with everyone before making a decision."

"Dear brothers, don't be impatient." Mo Yu shook his head slightly and said, "I will explain this matter to you later, but please respect my decision before this."

"This... OK." Di Jiang frowned slightly, but did not persist.

"Mo Yu is the same ancestral witch as you and me. He is bound to the fortune of the witch clan. How could he do anything wrong?" Zhu Jiuyin gently shook the feather fan and said calmly: "I don't know why Mo Yu made this decision, but I believe he must have a last resort."

Hou Tu nodded slightly and smiled lightly, "Brother Liu said it well, I also support Thirteen."

"Super comment!" Xuan Ming raised his white right arm high.

Gonggong and other ancestor witches were both angry and excited, but they knew that what Zhu Jiuyin said made sense.

Mo Yu nodded slightly. Fortunately, there were Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin among the twelve ancestor witches, otherwise they would be really a group of reckless men. Xuan Ming and Houtu supported themselves, and it is likely that they were for his appearance.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches did not continue to object, and even if the Great Witches wanted to object, they would have no effect.

Mo Yu selected twelve of the strongest cultivation among the sixty-eight great witches and stayed here to continue practicing. The remaining forty-six great witches would leave here within three days and return to their respective tribes.

After announcing the decision, Mo Yu took the twelve ancestor witches into Pangu Hall.

Gonggong said impatiently: "Mo Yu, if you don't give us a reasonable explanation, this matter will never end!"

"No problem." Mo Yu nodded and said seriously: "But before I give an explanation, I have to ask you all to do it together and use the will of the Father God to block the perception of any creature, including the Taoist ancestor Hongjun."

Gonggong Zhurong and others had a hot temper. Seeing that he was so serious, they did not continue to clamor.

"Brother, do what Mo Yu said." Zhu Jiuyin tightly held the feather fan and chose to believe Mo Yu.

"Okay." Di Jiang nodded slightly and said, "Let's take action together."

The other ancestor witches nodded one after another. Every time they encountered something important, Zhu Jiuyin always had the idea, Dijiang made the decision, and other ancestor witches could do it.

Mo Yu did not communicate with Pangu's will, so he couldn't use him to turn on the shield.

"Drink!" The twelve ancestor witches soared into the sky. They surrounded Pangu's heart, each squeezing out a drop of essence and blood and slowly melted into Pangu's heart. Pangu's heart vibrated suddenly, emitting golden light of will, which instantly enveloped the entire Pangu Palace.

"Father God is here, please help us block the secrets of heaven!" Emperor Jiang stood upright with a solemn expression, praying devoutly to Pangu's will.

"Father God is above, please help us block the secrets of heaven!" The twelve ancestor witches followed suit, spoke in turn, and prayed to Pangu's will.

Mo Yu almost fell to the ground. The method of the twelve ancestor witches communicating Pangu's will really opened his eyes: Does this method work?

The firm expression on the face of the Twelve Ancestral Witches told Mo Yu that they were not joking. Perhaps this was what they did in the countless years in the past.

At this moment, Pangu's will suddenly burst out with powerful pressure, and the golden will suddenly condensed into a huge net. The large golden net quickly flew towards the top of Pangu Hall, and then slowly merged into the top of the hall.

Soon, the golden net disappeared, Pangu's heart stopped shaking, and the twelve ancestor witches returned to Mo Yu's side.

"Thirteen, what's wrong with you?" Mo Yu opened his mouth wide and didn't close for a long time. Hou Tu was very concerned when he saw it.

"No...I'm fine..." Mo Yu shook his head slightly, came back to his senses and said, "Let's talk about the serious business."

"Okay." Hou Tu nodded slightly, and the other ancestor witches could no longer hold back.

Gonggong was so anxious that he scratched his head and said, "Mo Yu, what is the situation? Why did you drive away the forty-six great witches?"

"Fourth brother, don't worry." Xuan Ming gave Gonggong a blank look and said, "Isn't Thirteen about to say it?"

"That's right, that's right." Hou Tu agreed.

Gonggong and other ancestor witches were speechless. Each ancestor witch had a different temper, but their brothers had always loved their two sisters very much and were reluctant to lose their temper. Unexpectedly, after Mo Yu was promoted to the ancestor witch, they often stood on Mo Yu's side and bullied them fiercely.

"At this point, I won't hide it from everyone." Mo Yu deliberately pretended to be afraid and said in a deep voice: "Actually, everything I did is for the witch clan! If the witch clan does not become stronger, it will definitely perish within 100,000 years!"

"Mo Yu, do you know what you are talking about?" Zhu Rong was furious and said, "My witch tribe is in power over the vast land. Which force dares to say is better than us? Why do you say that the witch tribe is destroyed? I am afraid that even the old man Hongjun can't do it!"

"Strange words! I thought I would say something, but it turned out to be nonsense!" The other ancestor witches said one after another. Even Houtu and Xuanming were not able to stand on Mo Yu's side at this moment.

Only Zhu Jiuyin frowned, as if thinking about something.

"Mo Yu, you contributed the Dragon and Elephant Magical Art, and we unanimously recommend you as the Thirteen Ancestor Witches to jointly manage the Witch Clan." Di Jiang let out a long sigh and said, "Do you know that as an Ancestor Witch Clan, your luck is closely linked to the Witch Clan. If these words are heard, it will definitely hit the confidence of tens of billions of people and lead to a sharp decline in the Witch Clan's fortune."

"Brother, I know a hundred times more about what you said than you." Mo Yu nodded seriously and said, "But there is one thing I have to say, if you really do it for the sake of the witch clan, then you should listen to me to finish your words."

"You..." Di Jiang was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Brother, let him continue." Zhu Jiuyin stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Yu and other ancestor witches, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yu, I hope you didn't make fun of me, otherwise I will be the first to spare you."

"Thank you, Brother Six." Mo Yu nodded and thanked him. Zhu Jiuyin could tell the difference between priorities and urgent matters. The other ancestor witches were no different from the reckless man.

"If you want to convince these reckless men, perhaps the conventional method will be difficult to work, and you must find another way." Mo Yu's thoughts turned sharply and quickly came up with a solution.

"Before telling the crisis of the impending destruction of the witch clan, I want to confess something to everyone first." Mo Yu was in a calm mood and said in a plain tone: "Whether it is this matter or the dragon and elephant magic, they are all taught to me by the Father God himself!"

These seemingly plain words were like thunder thunder on the ground, which shocked the twelve ancestor witches for a long time without recovering: "Father God?"

"Mo Yu, what are you kidding?"

"Brother, don't pull me, let me beat him to death!"

...

"Don't make noise!" Zhu Jiuyin shouted angrily, and his breath suddenly burst out. In an instant, everything nearby seemed to slow down.

Mo Yu's whole body stagnated, then shook slightly, and returned to normal. The law of time was indeed well-known. Before Zhu Jiuyin had fully comprehended it, he could slightly limit the actions of the quasi-saint with the peak strength of Daluo.

Space is king and time is respected, which is really much stronger than other laws.

The law of power taught to him by Pangu's will is known as the leader of the three thousand laws and the general outline of the laws, but I don't know how powerful it should be after comprehending!

"You..." Zhu Jiuyin saw Mo Yu easily break free from the shackles of the law of time and said in extreme horror: "Are you... promoted to quasi-saint?"

The other ancestor witches finally broke free, but when they heard this, they looked at Mo Yu at the same time.

"Well, when Zixiao Palace heard the sermon, he was lucky to be promoted." Mo Yu did not deny that the stronger he pretended to be, the more he could convince the twelve ancestor witches.

"..." The Twelve Ancestral Witches were speechless. Even Zhu Jiuyin, who was so mentally strong, couldn't help but doubt that people were born. Hou Tu tentatively said: "Thirteen, have you not yet reached 30,000 when you broke through?"

"Well, it seems that it's still four or five thousand years away, so I don't count it very much." Mo Yu waved his hand slightly, pulled the topic back on track, and said, "Let's continue to talk about the serious matters."

"Okay." The twelve ancestor witches nodded one after another.
Chapter completed!