I Was Adopted By Nuwa After Traveling Through The Prehistoric Land!

On this day, nine days of thunder roared, and the sea of ​​blood set off a wave of blood.

Houtu has set up a reincarnation in this sea of ​​blood and the ambition of establishing a post-mortem residence for all living beings.

Her voice spread throughout the wild world, and her noble and compassionate figure appeared before the eyes of all the creatures, which made people admire.

And just after Houtu made the ambition, a colorful light shone on her.

Hou Tu involuntarily revealed his true ancestor witch.

Her ancestral witch's true body dissipated in front of this colorful light, and the essence of flesh and blood fell into the sea of ​​blood, causing an abnormal change in the sea of ​​blood.

I saw that after the Netherworld Blood Sea absorbed the flesh and blood essence of Hou Tu, it suddenly opened a hole.

The endless blood and sea water poured in, forming six huge black whirlpools, slowly emerging.

After absorbing enough blood and sea water, the six huge black vortices came into the air, bursting out with terrifying suction.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the countless remnants of souls that had been eroded by the sea of ​​blood sank into six huge whirlpools.

Within the prehistoric land, those souls who have not yet come to the sea of ​​blood are also attracted and submerged in it.

But in the entire prehistoric land, since Pangu opened the world, I don't know how many souls remain, I'm afraid it has already passed trillions.

After absorbing all the remnants of souls, these six huge vortexes seemed unable to bear the weight, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

At this moment, Houtu's undissolved flesh body accelerated its dissolution speed, and the endless flesh and blood essence was absorbed by the six vortexes, stabilizing the six vortexes.

In the end, only one true spirit remained in Houtu looming before the six vortexes, as if her true spirit would dissipate in the next moment, and there would be no traces of Houtu left in the entire prehistoric land.

"Houtu Empress is merciful!"

"Houtu Empress!"

At this moment, no matter if it is the Wu Clan, the Demon Clan, or the Human Clan, all the prehistoric creatures are paying respects to the true spirit of Houtu!

"Houtu Taoist friend is merciful, and he is worshipped by Zhen Yuanzi!"

In the view of the Five Villages of Wanshou Mountain, Zhenyuanzi was full of solemn feelings and saluted Houtu.

"Houtu ancestor witch is worthy of the name of Pangu descendants, my demons are convinced!"

Dijun and Taiyi brought a group of high-level monsters Qi Qi also respected the direction of the blood sea solemnly. Although they and the Witch Clan were old enemies, it did not affect their admiration for Hou Tu.

After all, the establishment of reincarnation can benefit the most from these races with primordial spirits.

In addition, there is no ecstasy in their hearts, and when Hou Tu dies, then the twelve capital of the witch clan will be short of one person.

At that time, the Wu Clan would have no way to stop their Monster Clan’s Zhou Tianxing Star Fighting formation. At that time, the Monster Clan was regarded as the predecessor.

"Houtu Taoist friends are compassionate, we admire it!"

In the prehistoric land, the six saints also half-littled Hou Tu. Now, apart from Hongjun Daozu who can receive them, only Hou Tu can be half-littled.

At this moment, all creatures in Honghuang respect Houtu!

Rumble! Rumble!

As all beings of the prehistoric and wild beings feel the virtues of the earth, it is a gift. Under the induction of the heavenly way, the space breaks open, as if endless merits descend from the sky and directly fall into the six reincarnations.

That huge merit, even when Nuwa created people to be holy, was still a bit short.

The expressions of all the great supernatural powers have changed in horror, and the back soil has transformed into reincarnation. Now the true spirit should almost dissipate. She should be dead. Why is there so much merit left?

The demon Emperor Dijun thought more deeply. If Hou Tu did not die, with the help of this golden cloud of merit which was a little greater than Nu Wa, would she be holy?

Will the Wu Clan give birth to a saint? ! !

If this is the case, how should their monster race respond?

All of this, the great supernatural powers had no time to think about it, and Emperor Jun also had no time to think about it. The countless fallen merits seemed to have found a catharsis, and they rushed towards the true spirit of Houtu.

Houtu's figure slowly emerged, but it still looked illusory, it seemed that something was missing.

Huang Tian, ​​who was standing not far from Houtu, had a quiet change in his eyes at this moment. He looked at Houtu's figure with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

When all the people were attracted by Houtu, the fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and a white light instantly sank into Houtu's body.

"Huh? What was that just now?"

"It seems to carry a trace of ancient breath?"

"..."

The expressions of all the great supernatural powers changed slightly, and they did not see clearly what the white light was.

But above East Kunlun, Sanqing and the others changed their expressions.

"Brother, do you feel it?"

"It can't be wrong, that's the breath of the father's soul!"

"How can this be?!"

The expressions of the three of Laozi were a little unbelievable. It stands to reason that Pangu Yuanshen was divided into three points, combined with Qingqi, and turned into the three of them. There is absolutely no Pangu Yuanshen in this predicament.

But no matter what they thought, after that Pangu Yuanshen submerged into Houtu's body, it immediately made up for the lack of Houtu.

With the help of endless merits, Houtu once again possessed a physical body.

In the end, the mighty pressure of Houtu suddenly covered the entire wilderness, golden flowers fell on the nine heavens, golden lotus appeared on the earth, and various visions were endless.

Hou Tu is sanctified!

"Let’s meet the Saint Empress of Houtu, and wish the saint a sacred life!"

All the prehistoric creatures are paying respects to Houtu, which is the etiquette that saints should receive when they are born.

And just after the words of the wild creatures fell, a grand and indifferent voice came from the wild world.

"Houtu creates reincarnation, and he has great merits in Honghuang. As a saint, although reincarnation appears, it appears extremely fragile, so it is not an immeasurable calamity, and Houtu will not be born without a reason."

Hou Tu and the great supernatural powers all heard that it was Hongjun's voice, their eyes flashed with a different kind of light, and their thoughts were different.

Only Hou Tu's face was slightly ugly. At the moment of sanctification, Hou Tu seemed to feel something. She wanted to do something, but Hongjun was the first step to stop it.

There was unwillingness in her heart, but she didn't dare not obey Hongjun's will, so she could only respond.

"Follow Daozu's will!"

Seeing Hou Tu's response, Hong Jun didn't say much, his breath disappeared into the wilderness.

The six realms of reincarnation have been established, and all dead creatures, as long as the true spirit is not destroyed, can be reincarnated and reborn.

Those who pay attention to this place are also very happy about this.

Unsanctification, it is inevitable that there will be accidents. Now that there are six reincarnations, they retain a bit of hope, and they can use their backs to return.

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