Chapter 140 Ancestral Witch Breaks the Formation
"Daoist Duobao, we have already agreed to all of the Sage's demands. Shouldn't you return Xuanming and Gonggong as well?" Houtu suppressed her anger, wanting only to bring back Xuanming and Gonggong first.
Houtu was truly worried. Venerable Changhao and Donghuang Taiyi had a close relationship. This time, Venerable Changhao knew the trump card of their Wu clan. If Donghuang Taiyi instigated him to actually kill Xuanming and Gonggong, it would be an unbearable pain for the Wu clan.
Duobao readily released Xuanming and Gonggong from the Creation Cauldron. In any case, Dijiang had sworn that the innate spiritual treasure was something he had earned extra, and even if Dijiang had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to renege on the sage's debt.
Xuanming and Gonggong followed behind Dijiang and Houtu dejectedly. They had been captured and were utterly humiliated. They didn't know how their former enemies would laugh at them when they got back.
Xuanming shook her head, which was filled with rumors, some true, some false, and some she had filled in with her own imagination. With her brain capacity, she was still thinking carefully and trying to sort out the fragmented information so that she could tell Dijiang and Houtu.
As for Gonggong, there's absolutely no way to count on him.
If Chang Hao knew that Xuan Ming's mind was filled with nothing but rumors about him, he would probably have come out of the meditation room right now and left this brainless ancestor witch in Kunlun Mountain forever.
When Dijiang and other ancestral witches left Kunlun and departed from the sacred site, they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
"Oh no, the children are in danger..."
The four ancestral witches each used their innate divine powers to rush towards Mount Buzhou. As they approached Mount Buzhou, they saw banners fluttering in the distance, obscuring the sky and the sun. The arrogant figures of the demon race were entrenched in the sky above Mount Buzhou, with gongs and drums blaring and dust rising.
“Di Jun…you scoundrel…” Di Jiang’s blood and qi surged back to their breaking point. “You attacked my Wu clan while I was away. What a despicable act.”
Xuanming directed his anger at the arrogant demon soldiers banging drums and gongs beside him, shouting, "They're making so much noise, they're killing the witch!"
A flurry of bone spikes, imbued with the power of ice, hurtled towards the demon soldiers who had come to their aid.
The demon soldiers, banging drums and gongs, grew increasingly urgent. Just as the two rows of demon soldiers were about to be pierced into pincushions by bone spikes, a figure that blotted out the sky rushed down, spreading its broad wings and sweeping away all the bone spikes in the air.
In mid-air, Kunpeng, who had transformed into a Daoist body, took out a bone spur. His usually gloomy face showed a rare hint of joy. With a 'crunch,' the bone spur turned into Kunpeng's meal.
"Ancestral Witch Xuanming, your Xuanbing Qi is very pure. Give me some more. Kunpeng thanks Ancestral Witch Xuanming for his generosity." Kunpeng knew that Xuanming was injured, but he was fearless and desperately provoked the Ancestral Witch. If he could take the opportunity to get more Xuanbing Qi, he wouldn't need to go to Beiming to cultivate so hard.
Xuanming knew that she was seriously injured and that attacking would be giving Kunpeng cultivation. She was caught in a dilemma, and when she finally came to her senses, she clenched her fist and charged at Kunpeng, abandoning her favorite bone spike attack.
Houtu knew that they could not break the powerful Hunyuan Heluo Formation from the outside by force, and that Dijun, who was in charge of the formation from inside, would not allow them to break it so easily.
As long as Zhu Rong and the others inside know that they have returned, the twelve Ancestral Witches, with their perfect understanding, can unite and work together from both inside and outside to forcefully break the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation.
"Dijiang, Xuanming, Gonggong, attack the Zhen position of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation." The earth beneath Houtu's feet rapidly turned into sand, actively entering the formation.
"Wait a minute..." Gonggong, having repelled a demon general, scratched his head. "Where is the Zhen position? Houtu didn't even explain it clearly."
Di Jun, who was at the center of the formation, immediately noticed that there was an extra person in the formation. He immediately changed the formation. With the limited formation skills of the Ancestral Witch, it was impossible for him to break the formation.
When Emperor Jun discovered that it was Hou Tu who had entered the formation, he was on high alert. He spent eight-tenths of his energy dealing with Hou Tu, while the remaining one-tenth was spent on the eight witch clan members and Prince Changqin.
Di Jun truly wanted Hou Tu to die and disappear from the world. Once Hou Tu was dead, the Ancestral Witches would lose their strategist, and he could manipulate the Witch Clan however he wanted.
"Brothers, attack the Zhen position together!" Houtu began directing the ancestral witches to break the formation as soon as she entered the formation.
Di Jun realized Hou Tu's intention and immediately divided the world within the formation. The positions of each Ancestral Witch were different. With Zhu Rong and the others' minds, it was simply impossible to accurately calculate the ever-changing positions of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation.
"Houtu, it's no use. Her power has been absorbed by the formation." The power of time in the Candle Nine Yin Palm was completely ineffective against this formation.
He couldn't understand the principles of formations that Houtu usually talked about. When rehearsing the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation, he only needed to listen to Dijiang and Houtu and remember his part.
Houtu's face went blank for a moment, then she immediately realized that the idea of brute force to break the formation by precisely targeting the power of all the Ancestral Witches in one place was simply impossible.
Her incompetent brothers couldn't calculate directions at all, they couldn't distinguish east from west, let alone accurately calculate the direction of rapid movement in the ever-changing formation.
All my painstaking efforts in preaching to them were ultimately in vain...
Seeing the countless deaths and injuries of the great shaman, Zhu Rong became furious and roared, "Set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation..." If they can't get out of the formation, the shaman clan is finished. Isn't the trump card meant to be used in times of crisis?
"Xingtian, Houyi, and Kuafu, you will replace the three absent Ancestral Witches," Zhu Rong said, disregarding whether they had any trump cards up their sleeves or not, and directly selected the powerful and familiar Ancestral Witches.
“Zhurong, no,” Houtu said, worried that Dijun would discover the weakness of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. “The Great Shamans are not strong enough to support the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. They are the most outstanding Great Shamans in the tribe. Do you want them to die?”
"We'll die anyway if we can't break the formation." Zhu Rong was completely bewildered by this damned Heluo Formation. When his temper flared up, countless fire chains burst forth from his body, sweeping around and burning everything, whether tangible or intangible, to ashes.
I refuse to believe that even after burning it like this, we still can't find the damn flaw in this formation.
"Set up the formation..." Zhu Rong shouted coldly.
"Houtu, what other options do you have? If we hadn't been injured, how could Dijun have set up a formation to trap us all here? We were just short of being wiped out in one fell swoop."
Xing Tian, Hou Yi, and Kua Fu exchanged glances and stepped forward with a death-defying resolve. They were willing to sacrifice their lives to help everyone break through the formation.
"Chang Hao must have conspired with Di Jun. Chang Hao beat us one by one until we were seriously injured, and then captured Xuanming Gonggong."
"It's too much of a coincidence that Di Jun would come knocking on your door while you were rescuing Xuanming and Gonggong."
Zhu Jiuyin wished he could shout it all over the prehistoric world so that everyone in the prehistoric world could witness Di Jun's treacherous and cunning nature.
Houtu compromised, gazing at the three great shamans with deep regret. For the first time, she truly felt hatred for the demon race. How could it have come to this...?
Just then, a zither melody rang out, stirring a wisp of celestial law created by Emperor Jun within the formation. Relying on the protection of the law's power and using its strength against it, Prince Changqin successfully reunited with the Ancestral Witch.
"Changqin..." Houtu exclaimed excitedly, "It's so good that you're alright."
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