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Volume 1: The Wind Rises from Jiuli Chapter 172: The Essence and Blood of the Ancestral Witch

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    Chapter 172: Ancestral Witch Essence and Blood

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    "It turns out that the legendary Po Meng is so beautiful!"

    With a smile on his face, Fei Lian straightened out his embarrassment, looked at the beautiful figure on the Naihe Bridge, and thought to himself.

    It is not impossible to wield a sword in front of Guan Gong and Lu Ban to wield an ax in front of him. At least, Fei Lian successfully deceived Styx in front of Patriarch Ming He, a master with countless clones.  The ancestor successfully brought the essence and blood of the ancestral witch into the Nine Nether Hells.

    Of course, in accomplishing all this, Fei Lian's own role was very small and can be ignored. The main contribution lies in the two innate spiritual treasures of Nuwa and Hou Tu.

    He transformed into a clone and followed Xing Tian and Hou Yi, just to fool the Shura people for a while. In addition, relying on the connection between the clone and the main body, he could transmit information in time to facilitate the retreat of Xing Tian and Hou Yi.

    However, this clone was sadly killed by a cold snort from the Styx Ancestor, and it was crippled after half the task was completed.

    At the same time, relying on the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron, Fei Lian successfully protected his other clone and slowly sneaked into the Netherworld Blood Sea. The real plan was to sneak into the Netherworld Palace and steal the Blood Taiji, but something went wrong.  A blood river dance made Fei Lian enjoy a feast, and the clone died of tragic desire.

    But fortunately, the result was exactly as expected, and Nuwa took action in time.  Blood Taichi was taken away.

    As for Fei Lian's true body, he carefully concealed his aura under the protection of the bronze statue of Hou Tu, completely turning into a drop of blood in the sea of ??blood in the netherworld, drifting with the current, only slightly changing direction from time to time, and flowing towards Jiu.  The entrance to hell.

    With the careful cooperation of Hou Tu and Nuwa Empress.  Relying on the protection of two innate spiritual treasures, and with Xing Tian and Hou Yi attracting most of their attention, Fei Lian finally succeeded in sending the essence and blood of the ancestral witch into the Nine Nether Hell.

    the whole process.  Fei Lian's credit was not without, but it was definitely the smallest, and he even made a fool of himself in the process.  This really made Empress Nuwa extremely angry.

    boom!

    Nuwa Empress sealed Naihe Bridge casually, and when she got close to Feilian, she was hit hard on the head.

    "You brat, do you really think that my Qiankun Fortune Cauldron is your nest?"

    Empress Nuwa¡¯s pretty eyes were filled with anger, and she was so angry that she had the urge to turn Fei Lian into something for the palace.

    Fei Lian scratched his head in embarrassment. Naturally, Fei Lian knew what Empress Nuwa was referring to. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He said helplessly: "Empress, thisthis"

    He hesitated for a long time.  When Fei Lian saw the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron in the hands of Empress Nuwa, he finally thought of an excuse and hurriedly said: "The Qiankun Fortune Cauldron is too unreal, so why two hundred dances together will cause it to malfunction!"

    Bang bang¡ª¡ª

    Plop¡ª¡ª

    The words just fell.  Fei Lian suddenly flew up into the sky in a panic, and with a beautiful flat sand fall, he fell straight into the Huangquan River.

    ¡°You bastard, you¡¯re so weak and you¡¯re still making excuses, damn it!¡±

    With a ray of mind, Fei Lian was pinned to the bottom of the Huangquan River.  Let him enjoy the wonderful taste of Jiuyou Huangquan's bone-chilling coldness as punishment.

    "Sister Houtu, do you feel bad?"

    With a cold snort, Nuwa Empress then smiled and asked towards Pingxin Palace.

    In the Pingxin Palace, Houtu smiled softly when he heard the words: "Nuwa, jade cannot be used until it is polished, you can train it slowly!"

    Immediately after thinking, something flew out of the Huangquan River. It was Chi You's fierce soldier and tiger soul.

    The fierce tiger soldiers were suspended in the air, exuding a cold murderous aura. In the vagueness, there seemed to be countless ghosts crying and howling. The evil aura was as strong as that of the Nine Nether Hells.

    Boom!

    Suddenly, Hou Tu waved his slender hand, and the fierce tiger soldiers exploded immediately. A drop of extremely pure, bright red blood exuding the aura of ancient times was suspended in the air. The majestic momentum mixed with the evil spirit soaring into the sky, instantly making countless innocent souls tremble.  Frightened.

    "Is this the essence and blood of the ancestral witch?"

    ??????????????????????????????? At some point, Fei Lian¡¯s head has already emerged from the Huangquan River. His face is pale and he is breathing white cold air. It is obvious that he has suffered an unknown crime.

    The water of the Huangquan River targets ghosts, not the physical body. Therefore, after Fei Lian fell into the water, any defense was useless. The bone-chilling coldness directly acted on his soul, almost freezing his soul.

    Feeling the rapid rotation of the blood in his body, Fei Lian felt a huge desire inexplicably coming from the bottom of his heart. There is no doubt that the essence and blood of the ancestral witch is tempting to any witch clan or witch people.?All fatal.

    "Hehe, do you want it? I can help you!"

    Empress Nuwa's sweet voice was even more alluring than the previous Erbai Wu, and Fei Lian almost nodded in agreement. Fortunately, just when Fei Lian was about to nod, he suddenly remembered the significance of the ancestral witch essence and blood to Hou Tu, and he immediately  He shook his head quickly.

    "Humph! You boring boy!"

    Nuwa Empress put her pretty face on her face, pressed her slender hands in the air, and poor Feilian sank to the bottom of the river again, enjoying the delicious "yellow spring bath".

    When the two were playing around, Hou Tu ignored them. Instead, his mind was united, his hands kept flying, and he created a series of extremely mysterious seals.

    After a while, Hou Tu suddenly opened his starry eyes and shouted: "Go away!"

    The blood essence and blood of the ancestral witches in the void suddenly increased to 11%, and each of them turned into much smaller ancestral witch essences and blood suspended in the air, spinning around the six paths of reincarnation.

    It turns out that Hou Tu has separated the eleven ancestral witch essences and blood that were originally merged.

    "Gather!"

    With Hou Tu shouting again, there was a tremor between heaven and earth, boundless evil energy and thousands of fragments of thoughts poured into the Nine Nether Hell like a storm, and merged into the eleven ancestral witch essences and blood.

    The Twelve Ancestral Witches are the ancestors of the Witch Clan. Even though all the eleven Ancestral Witches died in the Lich War, their fragments of thoughts are still scattered all over the ancient continent. If someone uses the corresponding Ancestral Witch essence and blood to cast a spell,  But he was still able to gather these scattered fragments of the ancestral witch's thoughts.

    Waves of bone-chilling cold winds arose in the Nine Nether Hell, and countless evil spirits and thought fragments poured into the ancestral witch essence and blood. Suddenly, many ancestral witch essences and blood were transformed into huge blood cocoons that could not stop trembling, as if in the  Pregnant with something.

    "Um?"

    "Huh?"

    Houtu and Nuwa Empress looked at the remaining ancestral witch essence and blood that had no response, and were both stunned, and soon understood the reason.

    The remaining unresponsive ancestral witch essence and blood is the essence and blood of Wu Tianwu, the ancestor of the wind. The reason why there is no response is that the fragments of his thoughts have long been absorbed by Fei Lian.

    "Is it really God's will?"

    When Hou Tu saw this, a faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. With a move of his hand, Fei Lian was taken out of the Huangquan River in a daze.

    Before she could realize what was going on, Hou Tu¡¯s extremely gentle voice came to her ears: ¡°Little rascal, you will never be able to run away again!¡±

    At the same time, the remaining drop of Tianwu essence and blood quickly integrated into Fei Lian's body.  (.com Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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