Pangu's Axe Appears, Ancestral Witch's Essence Blood

Chapter 32 Pangu's Axe Appears, Ancestral Witch's Essence Blood

The earth and sky shook.

An inexplicable aura appeared on Mount Buzhou and landed on Pangu's axe.

The Pangu Axe, originally formed from the power of laws, was further enhanced in power by this mysterious force.

It directly possesses the attack power of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

"Is this due to the blessing of Pangu's power?!"

Millions of years later, a meeting worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

Yang Gui once again felt Pangu's imposing aura, and his eyes became solemn.

The Azure Lotus Banner, the Apricot Yellow Banner, and the Flaming Banner flew overhead, quickly forming the Three Powers Formation, with various laws surrounding Yang Gui's entire body.

"Let me see how much of Pangu's legacy you've inherited!"

Yang Gui roared to the sky, advancing instead of retreating.

The oppressive aura of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm shook the primordial world.

puff! !

The eleven Ancestral Witches were struck by the powerful aura emanating from Yang Gui, and were forced to retreat tens of thousands of miles, spitting out a mouthful of blood as they stared in horror at the incomparably sacred Yang Gui.

boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the sky!

A few black cracks appeared in the primordial void.

Yang Gui had three large banners on his head, which whistled loudly, and the Five Elements Great Dao Laws emitted five-colored divine light, illuminating all the heavens.

In less than a split second, it crashed into Pangu's axe.

Sharp, powerful axe-like beams, sharp enough to cleave through the primordial space, swept towards Yang Gui.

The three banners shone brightly, and Yang Gui suddenly swung his fist, which transformed into a blur as he hammered at Pangu's axe.

Boom!

Heaven and earth fell silent.

All the powerful beings watching this scene felt a deafening roar in their ears and their minds went blank.

Let's look back later.

Yang Gui stood unharmed in the void, while the Pangu Axe, which had been as awe-inspiring as the might of heaven, had long since vanished.

Only eleven weakened Ancestral Witches remained, squatting on the ground with ashen faces.

"Who is this deity! Capable of withstanding the power of Pangu's axe!"

"The primordial chaos!!"

"·····"

Some people with great supernatural powers found it unbelievable, while others found it hard to accept.

Yang Gui spoke calmly, looking at the ancestral witches below, "I haven't even exerted myself yet, how come you've all fallen?"

"He killed my elder brother! This is an irreconcilable hatred!"

"We brothers and sisters fear neither heaven nor earth; even if we perish, we will avenge them!"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, who had almost been beaten to death, roared to the sky, their eyes wide open, staring at Yang Gui with hatred.

Yang Gui looked at the two of them disdainfully, "Brainless idiots."

Then, with a wave of his hand, a vortex of color appeared.

The massive Ancestral Witch Dijiang emerged from inside, looking disheveled.

"Big brother!"

"You're not dead?!"

The eleven Ancestral Witches stared in astonishment at the reappearance of Dijiang, somewhat bewildered.

Dijiang heard the sound and left.

Seeing his younger siblings' miserable state, his expression changed. "We siblings don't seem to have done anything to you, do we?"

With a cold expression, Di Jiang looked at Yang Gui, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

Yang Gui put away the three banners and said calmly, "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

"I was traveling through the primordial world when I saw that fellow Daoist being attacked by demonic beasts, so I stepped in to help. You, my brother, didn't even ask why, and instead showed no gratitude, you tried to kill me. How utterly insensible!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you're descendants of Pangu, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?"

If it weren't for the laws governing you, and for the sake of that old codger Hongjun, I would have slapped one of you to death!

As he spoke, Yang Gui's body disappeared again.

bump!

The ancestral witch Gonggong was kicked into the sky once again, and blood once again stained the sky.

"Senior, please show mercy!"

The ancestral witch Houtu struggled to her feet, transformed into a primordial Dao body, and shouted at Yang Gui.

After a battle, Houtu finally realized how terrifying Yang Gui was, and couldn't help but feel some regret.

They could only grit their teeth and continue, "It was our fault, and we hope you will forgive us, senior."

"Brother, it was this senior who helped me deal with two demons at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. Brother Gonggong thought the senior was going to attack me, so he attacked the senior in a moment of panic. It was all my fault."

After Houtu finished speaking, she turned her head and said to Dijiang with an apologetic expression.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang's face darkened, and he glared at Gonggong with an unfriendly expression, "You idiot!!"

The other ancestral witches nearly vomited blood, and Zhu Rong was so angry that he almost kicked the dying Gonggong again.

So the reason our group got beaten up so badly is because of this guy!

This is incredibly embarrassing!

Di Jiang flashed and transformed into a burly innate Dao body, saying in a muffled voice, "Senior, it was my fault for not disciplining you properly. I hope you will forgive me."

After saying this, he immediately shielded the rest of the Ancestral Witches behind him.

When the ancestral witch Houtu tried to speak again, Dijiang silenced her.

Yang Gui coldly looked at these ancestral witches.

He had originally planned to curry favor with these ancestral witches, but it seems he was just being presumptuous.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Gui said coldly, "Each of you hand over a drop of your essence blood, and we'll call it quits for today."

"What?!"

"Do you really think we're afraid of you?!"

"This is outrageous!!"

All the ancestral witches started shouting and yelling.

It should be understood that the amount of essence blood in each Ancestral Witch is limited, and losing a drop of essence blood is undoubtedly depleting their source of power.

Even the eldest brother, Dijiang, almost couldn't help but curse after hearing Yang Gui's request.

Ignoring the shouts of the ancestral witches, Yang Gui stared intently at Di Jiang and said, "You'd better think this through. If you don't hand over the ancestral witch's essence blood, I will settle the score for today's karma immediately!"

"The so-called descendants of Pangu are nothing but a bunch of bullies who prey on the weak. If word gets out, hmph..."

Dijiang's expression changed.

As a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, he had already sensed the gazes of some powerful beings looking in this direction.

What happened today was entirely their fault. Not only did they try to attack the other party without distinguishing right from wrong, but they also shouted for violence.

Winning is not honorable, losing is even more shameful.

Although they do not possess a primordial spirit, they have some understanding of the principles of cause and effect.

The opponent, being a naturally divine being, has lived for who knows how long. What if the opponent really intends to kill us?

The twelve of them are no match for them!

"Brother..."

Houtu, standing to the side, opened her mouth, "Many powerful beings have emerged in the primordial world; we made a mistake today."

Compared to other ancestral witches, she was considered to have a relatively good temper and was also fond of thinking.

As a descendant of Pangu, the Ancestral Witch was born with a deep-rooted lineage and a natural sense of pride.

Even knowing that there were countless powerful beings in the primordial world, they didn't take them seriously.

However, this pride did not last long, and was shattered by Yang Gui's slap today.

Dijiang sighed inwardly, glanced at his younger siblings who were still shouting behind him, and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Without saying another word, he took a drop of golden blood from his heart and threw it at Yang Gui.

The moment the golden blood appeared, the surrounding space began to fluctuate.

This is the essence blood of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, from the Wu Clan.

The blood pool within the Ancestral Witch Temple can be used to create countless treasures of the Witch Clan.

"Big brother!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

"roar!!"

The ancestral witches found it hard to accept what they were seeing.

"shut up!"

Dijiang roared, "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!"

The voices of anger were deafening!

Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, Gonggong, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi, the great ancestral witches, trembled all over.

"Each of you must hand over a drop of your essence blood, then return to the Ancestral Witch Temple and not emerge again for ten thousand years!"

After saying this with a gloomy expression, Dijiang disappeared from the spot.

"Sigh..." Houtu sighed, "Brothers and sisters, let's listen to our eldest brother."

A drop of golden blood appeared again in the void.

The remaining ten ancestral witches, though unwilling, could only accept their fate when they saw their elder brother and younger sister in such a state, and with Yang Gui's overwhelming aura standing by.

Each of them took out a drop of their essence blood, glared at Yang Gui with resentment, and disappeared from the spot.

Only Houtu remains here.

The essence and blood of the twelve ancestral witches floated in the void, their laws intertwined, showing a tendency to merge.

Upon seeing this, Yang Gui quickly put away the essence blood of the ancestral witch.

"If you have nothing else to do, you should try to persuade your brother to change his bad temper."

Yang Gui said to Houtu, "The primordial world is vast and full of powerful beings; you always act as if you don't care about heaven and earth. Even if you are descendants of Pangu, you will suffer annihilation sooner or later."

Houtu gave a wry smile, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

These twelve siblings were born this way, and the hope of changing their temperaments is undoubtedly slim.

That's all I wanted to say.

Yang Gui glanced at Houtu indifferently.

They disappeared here in the blink of an eye.

"I can't visit the Pangu Temple now. I'll just have to go back to my North Sea and find a temple to visit."

"However, after beating up these Ancestral Witches, the frustration I felt from being tricked by Hongjun earlier has been relieved a lot."

(End of this chapter)