The demon race is indeed very strong now. Since the death of Guiche, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, the demon race has selected another demon at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm to join them.
You should know that those ten demon saints, if nothing unexpected happens, will definitely become quasi-saint level powerhouses in the future.
In fact, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' predictions were correct.
If Kuafu were here, he would definitely tell them that those ten demon saints at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm would have no problem breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm.
Because the ancient fantasy novel he read in his previous life depicted the ten great demon saints joining forces with Emperor Jun and Taiyi to perish together with the Wu clan.
The twelve ancestral witches now wore somber expressions as they pondered how to respond.
Once Di Jun emerges from seclusion, he will definitely seek out the Wu Clan, since all nine of his sons were killed by Kuafu.
Enhancing the strength of the Wu Clan is now an urgent matter.
And what they were just discussing was creating a great witch using their own essence and blood.
This matter.
Only the Ancestral Witches could do this, because they were formed from the twelve drops of essence blood of the Great God Pangu. Even if diluted in their blood vessels, they could still create Great Witches.
However, this method is tantamount to indirectly depleting the future potential of the Ancestral Witches.
"No more great shamans shall be created until the day our race is wiped out."
"Let's think of a better way. If even we can't hold on, then hundreds of millions of Wu people will only be waiting to die."
"Qiang Liangzu Wu said in a deep voice."
What can be done?
A complex emotion flashed in Houtu's beautiful eyes.
“Perhaps… Kuafu has a way?” Xuanming said slowly.
Upon hearing this, Dijiang sighed and said, "Sister Xuanming, Kuafu... our Wu clan owes him too much."
"To enhance the overall strength of the Wu people, only those with great fortune and opportunity can accomplish this."
"And he gave us twelve Law Crystals. This is an immense favor that even my elder brother doesn't know how to repay."
"What do you mean, brother? You don't consider Kuafu one of your own?"
"No, no, Kuafu has already done his best. Please don't bother him anymore and don't put him in a difficult position."
...
The day was sunny and warm, with a gentle breeze.
A beautiful woman dressed in white, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, came to the Changsheng tribe with her hands behind her back and stopped at the palace gate.
The four great shamans immediately bowed to Houtu, the ancestral shaman.
"No need for formalities. Is the ancestral witch Kuafu cultivating?"
Houtu glanced at them with her beautiful eyes and asked slowly.
"Yes, Lord Houtu."
Xing Tian cupped his hands and said.
Houtu nodded, glanced at the magnificent palace, and then shifted her gaze to the groups of young and beautiful witches outside the palace.
Her gaze was extremely complex.
It's all the fault of my brothers, for insisting on sending so many little devils!
snort!
Is Kuafu really cultivating inside?
Houtu's pretty face held a profound meaning.
After Houtu left, the four great shamans watched her retreating figure with smiles. They wondered if Houtu, the ancestral shaman, had fallen in love with the chief Kuafu.
You should know that this is the 780th time in twenty years.
Each time they come, they bring some rare monster meat and wine brewed from spirit fruits, which are extremely precious.
Each jar requires hundreds of spirit fruits to be crushed and buried under the tree for millions of years to achieve both delicious taste and the effect of nourishing qi and blood.
This is something even the Twelve Ancestral Witches wouldn't dare to enjoy.
Ah, when will such a beautiful ancestral witch like Houtu treat me, Houyi, like this?
I will be very happy!
Hou Yi grinned foolishly, his eyes filled with longing, and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth...
Until Xing Tian woke him up.
"Stop daydreaming, the Ancestral Witch Xuanming is here."
"ah?"
"Oh, my Father God Pangu, this is the nine hundred and fortieth time she has come!"
The four great shamans immediately perked up. Xuanming Ancestral Shaman was not the gentle and demure Houtu, but a fiery and domineering woman!
This woman doesn't seem like a good person.
Xuanming was dressed in red, her delicate features and pretty face were calm, like a beautiful female war goddess, but her gaze swept over the surrounding area.
Upon seeing her, the witches of the immortal tribes immediately knelt down and paid their respects.
Xuanming ignored them, but if you looked closely, you could see a strange light in her beautiful eyes.
The witches were in a particularly awkward position at this moment, and remained obediently kneeling on the ground.
Xuanming took a deep breath. Sigh, why bother getting angry with them? The right way to vent my anger is to go and beat up my own brother!
"Alright, get up, everyone."
Her gaze shifted to the magnificent palace, and she asked, "Haven't you emerged from seclusion yet?"
"Yes, Xuanming Ancestral Witch."
Xing Tian gave a bitter smile.
He has repeated this sentence nine hundred and forty times.
No.
Adding the current sentence, this is 941 times.
Xing Tian may look simple-minded, but he's not stupid at all. His constant replies to these two ladies are bound to annoy them.
If you offend them, do you still want to live in this world?
Therefore, Xing Tian planned to leave the task of answering questions to Hou Yi from now on.
This guy is both flamboyant and outgoing, making him perfectly suited to saying these things.
Jiufeng sighed and said, "Sister Xuanming, if you like Kuafu, you can just stay here. Why do you have to come back and forth every few days?"
Upon hearing this...
Xuanming's pretty face suddenly flushed, and she scolded angrily, "You little brat, what's it to you? Haven't I beaten you up all these years?"
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