Chapter 138 Hou Tu Travels in the Wilderness (Part 3)

In the prehistoric world, after the war between the three tribes of humans, demons, and witches, Buzhou was broken, and disasters fell from the sky. Disasters continued, and the prehistoric world was reshuffled and the forces were redistributed.

The prehistoric world temporarily fell into a strange calm. A thousand years passed in a flash.

During this peaceful thousand years, the prehistoric land was not prone to killing or fighting. After all, after the war between the three tribes, all three tribes were injured and needed time to recuperate and restore their combat power.

Other tribes also suffered a lot of losses due to the disasters from the sky and needed to concentrate on development. Everything was calm, but unusual, as if something big was about to happen.

On this day, in the ancient starry sky, above the heaven, the evil spirit suddenly rose, the murderous spirit surged, and the fierce spirit surged.

Everything was so extraordinary.

All the prehistoric creatures knew that it represented the demon tribe Emperor Jun, who had refined a sword that was enough to shake the ancestor witch's body.

The great evil weapon, the witch-killing sword!

When the sword was made, the killing intent surged, but in a moment, it was restrained, waiting for the sword to be unsheathed, and the ancestor witches were slaughtered to prove their name!

In the same year, in Pangu Temple, there was also a shocking evil spirit. Twelve evil things rushed into the sky and turned into twelve huge evil banners. On each banner was the image of an ancestor witch, full of evil spirit, and people knew it was an evil thing at a glance.

The most evil thing, the demon-killing banner!

After the war, the witch and lich tribes naturally stopped slaughtering the human race, but they thought of other ways to refine the witch-killing sword and the demon-killing banner.

For example, the demon tribe's witch-killing sword was half completed by sacrificing the human race. After that, they saw the power of weak water, added some weak water, and precious divine materials such as the essence of the sun and the essence of the stars. Finally, after a thousand years of refining, they finally refined this evil sword.

Of course, the souls of the human race still accounted for a large part of it. Although they could no longer kill the human race, there were many resentful souls in the prehistoric world after this disaster. It just took a little more time for them to collect enough resentful souls to refine this sword.

As for the Wu Clan's Demon-Slaying Banner, it was even simpler. They had already refined twelve semi-finished products of the human race that they had slaughtered before. Later, they used these twelve semi-finished products to arrange the Twelve Dutian Gods and Evils Formation to collect the endless murderous and evil spirits between heaven and earth. As long as there was enough evil spirit, these twelve Demon-Slaying Banners could still take shape.

Look, after a thousand years of absorption, the Twelve Road Yangfan finally took shape.

The land of the human race, the highest peak of Shouyang Mountain, Wugong Xuantian Hall.

Xuantian looked up at the Heavenly Palace, and then looked at Pangu Hall. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and the whole body was filled with murderous aura. He said coldly:

"My human race's things are not so easy to use. Sooner or later, I will ask you to return them. Humph!"

After saying that, he looked at the nine-story martial arts tower on the top of the mountain that seemed to stand for eternity. After the blood sacrifices of countless demon kings and the sacrifice of an ancestor witch over the years, it has become extremely powerful now, and is not weaker than the 33-story Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth.

It is an integrated offense and defense, and it can absolutely kill gods and Buddhas, and can suppress all gods. In addition, there are hundreds of blood sacrifices of demon kings and demon gods and living sacrifices of ancestor witches. This pagoda is absolutely natural for the witch and demon races.

"Looking forward to the next war, don't let me down." Xuantian murmured in a low voice.

"After the next time, the human race will definitely rise and dominate the world!"

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The prehistoric world is as silent as before, but under this calm is a torrent of undercurrents. The three races of humans, witches, and demons are secretly preparing, recuperating, expanding their forces, increasing their strength, and looking forward to the next war.

Hou Tu tribe of the Wu clan, the Ancestral Wu Hall.

"Call Hou Yi to see me!"

A gentle female voice came out.

Inside the hall, Hou Tu frowned, looked quite haggard, and her eyes were full of worry, as if she was in a very bad mood.

"Yes, Master Zu Wu."

A Wu clan member outside shouted, and then ran away quickly.

After a while, Hou Yi came to the Ancestral Wu Hall.

"Hou Yi has met Hou Tu Zu Wu, I wonder what Master Zu Wu has to say?"

Hou Yi was burly and handsome, with a piece of animal skin around his waist and a big bow on his back, looking like a young man. He walked into the hall, knelt on one knee, and shouted.

"Get up. Didn't I tell you that you don't need to be polite?"

Hou Tu came back to her senses and glanced at Hou Yi. A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes. Hou Yi was the top witch in her Hou Tu tribe. Besides her, he was the strongest witch. He could be compared with Xing Tian and Xiang Liu. However, in the last war, Xiang Liu had died, and only Xing Tian was still alive.

Hou Tu regained her dignity and said lightly:

"I want to go out for a while. During this period of time, all the major and minor events in the tribe will be temporarily handed over to you. Remember to urge them to practice. After all, my witch tribe has many enemies."

"Yes, Master Zu Wu." Hou Yi responded respectfully.

"Well, go ahead!"

"Yes!"

After replying, Houyi left the Ancestral Witch Hall and prepared to urge everyone to practice. After all, the orders of the Ancestral Witch could not be disobeyed. At the same time, he also wanted to go back to see Chang'e. Since the last war between the human and witch tribes, Houyi took Chang'e back to the witch tribe.

Strangely enough, although Chang'e had a memory defect and could not recall the past, she made rapid progress in practicing the martial arts of the human race. Her face did not look old at all, and she was still like a goddess in her twenties.

"Ah!"

With a long sigh, since the war between the human race and the witch tribe, Zhurong and Gonggong were killed by Xuantian of the human race, and Shebishi was suppressed by Xuantian, the ancestor of martial arts (she did not know at this time that the ancestor had been sacrificed by Xuantian), Houtu's mood has been bad, depressed, and worried about the future of the witch tribe.

The human race rose rapidly, killing countless monsters and witches, and the tribe was strong. The number of witches was very small, and three of them had died. The great witches, middle witches, and small witches had suffered countless casualties, and now there were even fewer people. How to deal with the upcoming war between the three tribes? At that time, the enemies of the witches would not only be the monsters, but also the countless strong men of the human race. When she thought of this, she was worried and didn't know what to do.

Hou Tu left the tribe alone with her worries and set foot on the prehistoric land.

She walked step by step, stopped and walked, and saw countless resentful ghosts under the catastrophe, including human, monster, and other races. Thinking that it was because of the resentful souls of the human race that the witches slaughtered the human race, and then the ancestor witches fell, she felt heartbroken for a while.

"This peaceful land will soon be rekindled with war. I wonder how many lives will be lost in the war?" Thinking that in the near future, endless war will be set off again on this beautiful land, and many lives will probably fall on this land, she felt heavy-hearted.

Bloodstained the vast land, isn't it sad!

"What about the countless resentful souls, wronged ghosts, and evil ghosts left behind after these deaths? Are we just going to let them disappear automatically or turn into evil ghosts to harm the people in a few years in this land?" Hou Tu frowned and thought secretly.

"Is there no place for these dead people to be reborn in this world?"

At this moment, it seemed that a spiritual light flowed through Hou Tu's heart, as fast as lightning, making it impossible to catch any trace.

"What is it?"