"The two brothers have conflicting personalities and laws, so just let them have less contact." Hou Tu smiled and poured Xuan Ming a cup of Yellow Spring Water. For the Ancestral Witch, this thing is useless for cleansing the soul. It only has the effect of calming the mind. "The Ancestral Witch Temple no longer exists, and they are not active in practicing the laws. What else can they do except fighting all day?" Xuan Ming pursed his lips and looked at this netherworld with a slightly complicated mood. Without the temple, they practiced the laws much slower. The price was the luck of the witch clan. But the Ancestral Witches no longer have the tools to assist in their practice, and their minds are not as stable as before. It is too difficult to practice the laws.
They often fight each other and exchange martial arts. The clansmen below also often fight, and sometimes they even get killed. The constant disputes are really annoying. "What's wrong, sister?" Hou Tu looked over. "It's okay." "I just thought about these guys, if they could be as obedient as the heavenly soldiers of the Emperor of Heaven." "They are disobedient all day long, and my brother doesn't discipline them." Xuan Ming looked at the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons working in an orderly manner in the distance, and a flash of envy flashed in his eyes. The Wu Clan can't do it. In this case, they can only live separately and far away. If two or three tribes are mixed together, they don't need others to fight, but they will fight first. There are gains and losses. "The Wu people who have been reincarnated after the six reincarnations are still much better than before, and their personalities are much calmer." "Some of them live together with the human race, and many of them have married human women and had children, and their luck has blended with each other." Hou Tu is in charge of the netherworld, so she naturally knows a lot about this aspect. She is still a little happy when talking about these things. Nu Wa Niangniang has become a saint and the mother of the human race. Now the Wu Clan and the human race are slowly uniting. Isn't this a great joy?
"That's true, but have you talked to the Empress?" "She is a saint now, so we can't let her think that our Wu clan treats her badly." Xuan Ming was more thoughtful, worried that Nuwa Niangniang had some opinions in her heart. "That's not the case, it's just a few hundred, not many." Hou Tu shook her head. "I'd better go and talk to her, otherwise when the saint blames you, it will be difficult for you to explain." Xuan Ming thought long-term. Sooner or later, there will be a big integration with the human race. It's better to make a greeting here in advance. "Sister, you think carefully, so let's do it according to your sister's ideas." Hou Tu's mind moved, and she understood. "Don't worry about her, let's have a good talk first." "I'll go to heaven after a while." Xuan Ming was not in a hurry. There are not many people now, even Nuwa Niangniang may not pay attention to them all the time. It's better to talk to Hou Tu. Hou Tu raised the corner of her mouth. Xuanming and his sister were talking and laughing, telling some interesting things that happened recently to entertain Hou Tu. The witch tribe's wildfire tribe. The witch transformed by Kunpeng transformed with yin and yang aura, naturally giving birth to a witch's aura. At the same time, the fire power flowing in his body was already beyond that of ordinary witches, and was close to the great witch. With this kind of power, he was discovered by several witches as soon as he entered the tribe. "Who are you from? Why don't I know you?" A tall witch looked over and looked at Kunpeng. The witches are connected to each other by aura. The identity of each other can be confirmed through each other's blood. The witch transformed by Kunpeng did not have a bad aura, but there was no familiar feeling. "I just came from outside and have something to report."
Kunpeng made up an excuse. At the same time, yin and yang flowed in his eyes. The yin and yang auras naturally fluctuated, affecting the mind of the witch in front of him. The witches did not have a soul, but they had gardens, which were the origin of the forest. Although the witch clan does not have a primordial spirit, Kunpeng has his own magic method to control the other party's mind. "So that's it, what's going on?" The witch was controlled, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he became sober the next moment. He looked at Kunpeng with a closer look. The four witches around him all stepped back and stopped paying attention. "It's a treasure with fire attributes, maybe an innate spiritual treasure." Kunpeng threw out his bait. "Innate spiritual treasure? It's not of much use to us." The witch was a little disappointed. For the witch clan, innate spiritual treasures can only be sacrificed by blood refining. And you must get a great witch to do this. Ordinary witches can only watch. Of course, some innate spiritual treasures are weapons. Just like the Qiankun ruler used by Randeng during the Conferred God War. It is both an innate spiritual object and a weapon. It can be sacrificed or used as a weapon. "I don't really care about this kind of thing. Only a great witch can refine it." "But I saw that the people from the Water Tribe had already gone there. I thought that our ancestor witch Zhurong was so powerful. If there was a treasure, how could we let them get it?" Kunpeng held his neck high, with a proud look on his face. It seemed that Zhurong, the ancestor witch of fire, was better than Gonggong, the ancestor witch of water. When he said this, the witch nodded repeatedly. "You are right. I will go find Lord Wildfire." The witch turned around and left. Yehhuo is a great witch of Zhurong tribe, and his strength is comparable to that of Daluo Jinxian.
He is one of the twelve great witches under Zhurong. Kunpeng also specially selected him. His divine consciousness is so powerful that he can tell which tribe is strong and which tribe is weak with just one thought. The Yehuo tribe in front of him is the weakest tribe under Zhurong, the ancestor of fire. But even so, there is a great witch in charge. There are thousands of witches at the level of Taiyi Jinxian. In any tribe, it is a powerful force! "Thank you!" Kunpeng said politely. After a while, a great witch with a tall figure of more than three feet, with small red scales all over his body and a head like a dragon came out. Wherever he passed, the ground was burning with raging flames. "Are you the witch who found the innate spiritual treasure?" The great witch Yehuo looked over. There were two flashes of fire in his eyes, staring at Kunpeng. "Reporting to the Great Wizard, I was passing by the Wild Fire Marsh 3,000 miles to the east and found a flame rising from it." "When I got closer, I saw that it was a war halberd, full of fire power." "I wanted to take it away, but the ground fire was too strong, and I couldn't go any further after walking more than ten miles." "I came to the tribe to tell the Great Wizard, only the Great Wizard is worthy of this kind of thing." Kunpeng flattered him at the right time. Although the target was just a Great Wizard, for him, this was a fuse. It was crucial. "Or is it a weapon?" The Great Wizard of Wild Fire's eyes lit up. When they reached the Great Wizard realm, they could use the laws in their bodies to refine the innate spiritual treasures. If it was a weapon, it would be even better. To make a weapon by yourself, the materials required are almost astronomical. The Great Wizard of Wild Fire has never made his own weapon. Now that there is an innate spiritual treasure, naturally he wants to get it.