The Lion's Mouth, the Ancestral Witch Clears the Field

Chapter 30 The Lion's Mouth, the Ancestral Witch Clears the Stage (Happy May Day everyone!)

Yang Gui remembered the last time he preached at Buzhou Mountain very clearly.

If it happens again, they'll definitely be on their guard.

Hongjun's expression stiffened, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. "Fellow Daoist is joking. This matter is of great importance to me. I beg you to grant my request."

Yang Gui's eyes flashed. "Fellow Daoist, you're being far too casual. What do you take me for?"

"They come when called, and leave when dismissed! Just because I'm told to go, does that mean I'll go?"

Hongjun's expression turned solemn. "Please explain, fellow Daoist!"

They were all old foxes who had been around for countless years, and Hongjun instantly understood the implication of Yang Gui's words.

"Fellow Daoist, you've finally shown your true colors." Yang Gui smiled, looking indifferently at Hongjun. "I want all the Heavenly Dao and Great Dao Laws within you!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's eyes gleamed. "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Yang Gui's expression changed, becoming serious. "You don't need to understand what I mean, just tell me if you're willing to give it to me or not!"

The other part of the Jade Disc of Creation is in Hongjun's hands. If Yang Gui wants to forge his own path, he must comprehend more of the laws.

And no one in the entire primordial world possessed more laws than Hongjun!

As for the so-called "greed for more titles without losing them," this problem simply didn't exist for Yang Gui, given his understanding.

Hongjun remained silent for a moment after hearing this, then slowly spoke, "Since you say so, fellow Daoist, then when the Zixiao Palace opens its gates and I begin my sermon, all the laws will be handed over to you!"

This old man seems really desperate; he's even agreeing to this kind of request.

Yang Gui's mind was racing.

It's important to understand that his request was undoubtedly for Hongjun to reveal all his secrets to Yang Gui.

Hongjun actually agreed to such an excessive request.

In an instant, Yang Gui's vigilance regarding this sermon increased several notches.

Looking in the direction Hongjun had left, Yang Gui withdrew the golden light of merit emanating from his body. "The fox is offering New Year's greetings to the chicken; it has no good intentions."

With a change of direction, he flew back towards the direction where the Twelve Ancestral Witches had appeared.

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Not at the foot of the mountain.

Twelve figures of different shapes sat together, surrounded by piles of enormous beast and bird corpses, shrouded in a menacing aura.

"Brother, these beasts and birds are incredibly audacious! They actually dared to ambush us!"

Flames surged from Zhurong's body as he glared angrily at the carcasses of beasts and birds scattered on the ground.

Just now, as soon as the twelve brothers and sisters appeared at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, they were surrounded and attacked by these beasts and birds.

How could he not be furious?

Dijiang's face darkened. "We, the true descendants of Pangu, have actually had our territory invaded by beasts and birds! This is simply intolerable!"

Mount Buzhou is the pillar of heaven transformed from the spine of Pangu, and it is considered extremely sacred by the twelve ancestral witches.

As the ancestral witch formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, it naturally regarded the Buzhou Mountain area as its own territory.

Now these beasts and birds actually dare to make the first move.

Even Dijiang, the eldest brother of the Wu tribe, with his calm and steady personality, could not tolerate it.

"Brothers and sisters," Dijiang said, looking around at the other ancestral witches, "follow me to clear out all beasts and birds within a radius of tens of millions of miles!"

"We hereby proclaim to all the sacred beings of the primordial world, we have arrived!"

"Mount Buzhou is our territory!"

Roar! !

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking...

All the ancestral witches roared to the sky.

Twelve streams of malevolent energy shot straight into the sky, and the aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal permeated the void.

The countless sacred beings that were born sensed this and all turned their gazes toward this place.

"Such a violent aura!"

"Another great being with supernatural powers has been born."

"It's in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, over there..."

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The twelve ancestral witches roared, "Kill!"

They all leaped away, charging in all directions.

"Gonggong! Let's have a contest to see who kills more! Whoever wins will be the elder brother!" Zhurong's body swelled to over a thousand feet and roared at Gonggong.

As he spoke, he crushed more than a dozen beasts and birds at the Golden Immortal level into powder!

Gonggong also transformed into his true form, riding a black dragon, with the law of water coursing through his body. "You think I'm afraid of you!"

With a wave of his hand, a group of beasts and birds five thousand miles away was pulverized into a bloody mist!

The principles of water and fire are inherently incompatible. The ancestral witches Zhurong and Gonggong were born with the power to control the laws of fire and water, respectively; they bickered and fought from birth.

Today, we must compete to see who is better.

The other ancestral witches were already used to this and watched with great interest, waiting for the outcome of the contest between the two.

"As expected of an ancestral witch formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, who only cultivates the physical body and not the primordial spirit, her body is indeed tough."

"Born with the defensive power of a low-grade innate spiritual treasure."

In the shadows, Yang Gui watched the twelve Ancestral Witches fighting with beasts and birds, and began to comment.

You must understand that this is the primordial era, not the chaotic world where those chaotic demons and gods lived, who had innate and astonishing defensive capabilities.

Since the beginning of the primordial world, those whose physical strength is naturally at this level are extremely rare.

The Wu tribe's body and soul are one, so they cannot cultivate the primordial spirit.

However, some people in later generations said that although these witches did not have a primordial spirit, they possessed a soul. Whether this was true or not, Yang Gui was very curious.

This is a secret of the Wu tribe, and Yang Gui cannot inquire about it at will.

A hasty investigation might provoke hostility.

Although he didn't take the strength of these witch clans seriously, the prehistoric world was not just about fighting and killing.

There are also interpersonal relationships and social customs.

It's like Hou Tu standing a thousand miles away from Yang Guifei.

She was wearing a pale yellow dress, had a slender figure, and fair skin; she was being besieged by two powerful immortal beasts and birds.

Perhaps because Houtu was a woman, she did not reveal her true form like the other ancestral witches.

With a flick of his finger, Yang Gui sent two beasts and birds, both at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, into clouds of blood mist, their bodies and souls extinguished.

Houtu was left alone, staring in astonishment at what was before her, then warily looking around. "Who!"

The laws of earth permeated Houtu, forming a barrier of laws.

"Don't be nervous."

Yang Gui emerged from the void with a smile on his face, quietly looking at Houtu. "This humble Taoist, Guixuan, sensed something today and realized that a great being with supernatural powers was descending to earth. I never expected it to be a descendant of Pangu."

"I am truly fortunate."

When Houtu saw Yang Gui, her eyes narrowed.

Even though this mysterious expert who called himself Gui Xuan was right in front of her, she couldn't sense his aura at all!

In an instant, Houtu said in a serious tone, "Senior Guixuan, it is also our good fortune that you have come to our region."

What a powerful ancestral witch!

Yang Gui admired it in his heart.

As expected of the ancestral witch who neither worships Heaven nor respects Earth, but only reveres Pangu, he showed no respect whatsoever to Yang Gui, a senior at the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

This is Houtu, who is said to have the best temper among the twelve ancestral witches.

If this were any other race, they would probably have knelt down and begged to become their disciple.

Just then, the beasts and birds below launched another attack.

This is a branch of the ancient wolf clan, the Black Wolf clan.

The killing of two top-tier experts, both Great Luo Golden Immortals, within the wolf clan ignited their ferocity, leading to a collective attack.

All of it rushed towards Houtu and Yang Gui.

Without the presence of two Great Luo Golden Immortals, these black wolves are only at the mid-stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm compared to the former.

Houtu was surrounded by the laws of earth, and a huge aura of malevolence permeated the surroundings.

As soon as these black wolves took flight, countless sharp earth spikes rose from the ground.

In an instant, the spikes shattered the Black Wolf Clan members into dust, and the immortal aura emanating from the Black Wolf Clan members at the Golden Immortal level or above was dissipated by the baleful energy emanating from the spikes.

Yang Gui sighed, "What domineering earthly evil energy!"

Before Houtu could speak, an angry voice rang out from a thousand miles away.

"Where did this wretched child come from, daring to bully my little sister!"

Immediately following was a fierce attack using the laws of water, which arrived in an instant.

The ancestral witch Gonggong looked furious as he stood at a distance and stared at Yang Gui.

"You're asking for it!"

Without further ado, thank you all! Happy Labor Day to you all!

(End of this chapter)