Chapter 380 Pangu's Heart
"Who are you?"
As soon as Qin Mo entered the mountain, he was stopped by an old man from the Wu clan, who turned out to be also an earth immortal.
He should be responsible for guarding the Ancestral Witch Temple.
The old man looked alert because he had spotted Ji Huo standing behind Qin Mo. He warned, "This is the holy land of the Wu Clan. Please leave quickly. Otherwise, you will be the enemy of our Wu Clan."
"Witch tribe?"
Qin Mo sneered, "In the Battle of Zhuolu, the Wu Clan has already been defeated. Who are you trying to scare?"
"You, you're lying!"
A trace of panic flashed across the old man's face. "The Wu Clan has four True Immortals. How could they possibly lose to the human race?"
"Don't believe it? Look what this is."
Qin Mo took out the Tiger Soul Blade that Huangdi gave him and waved it in front of the old man.
"Tiger, Tiger Soul Sword."
The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of disbelief.
How, how could the mighty Wu Clan be defeated by the human race?
At this moment, Qin Mo gave orders to Ji Huo directly through his spiritual sense. Ji Huo flashed and took advantage of the moment when the old man of the Wu clan was distracted to come in front of the old man and subdue him.
"you?!!"
The old man from the Wu clan finally reacted, but it was too late.
“Hehe~~~”
Ji Huo sneered, and with a few quick moves he destroyed the old man's Dantian, cut off his legs, and imprisoned the old man's sea of consciousness, leaving him completely unable to resist.
Qin Mo then put away the Tiger Soul Blade and came before the old man from the Wu clan.
"You, what are you going to do?" The old man from the Wu clan's face tightened.
Qin Mo had already placed his hand on the old man's head and was directly performing the soul-searching technique.
He just went to great lengths to chat with the old man from the Witch Clan, not because he had nothing to do, but because he wanted to prevent the old man from escaping or self-destructing.
I think no one knows the secrets of the Ancestral Witch Hall better than the old man...
"You, you are a devil, ah, ah~~~"
The old man seemed to have guessed Qin Mo's purpose. With a look of horror on his face, he wanted to self-destruct, but his dantian was destroyed and his soul was controlled by Ji Hun. He was basically a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.
An hour later...
Qin Mo let go of his hand, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Master, how do we deal with this person?"
Ji Huo pointed at the old man from the Wu clan who had collapsed on the ground. After his soul was searched, he had become an idiot.
"Of course he was killed. Would he be kept as a decoration?" Qin Mo said calmly.
The confusion is a shock.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the old man from the Wu clan in one gulp.
Qin Mo pretended not to see it, pushed open the door and entered the Ancestral Witch Temple. Inside was an empty hall with a dome that was thirty meters high. The end of the hall was as far as one could see.
There is nothing else in the hall except twelve huge stone sculptures.
These twelve sculptures are the legendary twelve ancestors of the witch clan, namely Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, Xuanming, Tianwu, Qiangliang and Yanzi.
Some have human heads and dragon bodies, some have bird bodies and human faces, and some have python heads and human bodies.
Either control a snake or step on a dragon.
They are all lifelike and exude a natural aura of oppression.
Qin Mo looked at them one by one, his eyes full of curiosity. There was no such thing as the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the prehistoric universe. These only appeared in some records on Blue Star.
According to legend, there are twelve great ways of space, time, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, rain, thunder, lightning and weather controlled by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and each of them has its own corresponding way.
In the primordial universe,
Those who can control the great Dao are all beings at the level of Dao Ancestor.
"Master, there are no treasures here except a few broken stones?" Ji Huo was very disappointed.
certainly,
Ji Hu, who had a keen sense of smell, could still smell a hint of blood, but he didn't know where the blood came from.
“Don’t worry!”
Fortunately, Qin Mo had the foresight to use the soul-searching technique on the old man from the Wu clan. Otherwise, he would have entered a treasure mountain but failed to find the right method, and left with regret.
Qin Mo flew up and began to move the positions of the twelve stone statues of the ancestor witches.
Although the stone statues are tall and big, with Qin Mo's current strength, moving mountains and filling the sea are easy tasks, not to mention that there are only a few stone statues, which is as easy as playing chess.
In the blink of an eye,
The twelve stone statues then changed their positions.
If there was any great witch present, he would be able to recognize at a glance that the position where the statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were placed was exactly the legendary Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
The method of setting up the formation alone is worth the price of admission.
Not to mention the distant ones,
The twelve demon gods under Qin Mo's seat can just set up this formation. Although its power is not as strong as the original version, it is many times stronger than any previous Tiangang Disha formation.
Boom~~~
Ji Huo was just wondering when he heard a rumbling sound coming from the ground beneath his feet. The sky and the surrounding walls were filled with fluctuations in formations, as if some barrier had been opened.
Then you will see,
A scarlet space door appeared out of thin air between the twelve statues.
As a true immortal demon, Ji Huo's spiritual awareness is so powerful that he swears that he did not detect even the slightest spatial fluctuation before the space gate appeared.
"What a brilliant formation," Ji Huo couldn't help but admire.
"Let's go!"
Qin Mo took the lead and walked towards the space gate.
…
After a dizzying spin, Qin Mo and his servant appeared in front of a dimensional wall.
The so-called Ancestral Witch Temple outside is just a cover. The real Ancestral Witch Temple is hidden in the dimensional space, and the air is filled with the indelible smell of blood.
"this……"
Ji Huo subconsciously glanced around and froze in place.
I saw,
Below them was a huge blood lake, so deep that one could not see the bottom. The smell of blood came from the lake.
There are also twelve sculptures of ancestor witches standing on the banks around the Blood Lake. They have different shapes, but the difference is that each ancestor witch holds a small bottle of ancient shape in his hand.
Ji Huo flew over to take a look and said in disappointment, "They are all empty?"
"Of course it's empty. What's inside is a drop of blood left behind by the twelve ancient witches, which can allow a great witch to directly enter the realm of true immortals." Qin Mo said with a smile.
"So, Jiufeng and the others?" Ji Huo seemed to be thinking about something.
"That's right."
Qin Mo nodded, "The last three drops of blood essence have been consumed by Jiufeng, Kuafu and Houyi."
“What a pity… ”
Ji Huo shook his head regretfully. If he could take this essence and blood, perhaps his cultivation would increase dramatically, and he would have a chance to survive the first of the forty-nine heavenly tribulations in the future.
"Nothing to be sorry about."
Qin Mo was calm, pointing to the blood lake, and said with a smile: "The real good stuff is there."
"This blood lake..."
Ji Huo subconsciously expanded his spiritual sense and scanned the blood lake inside and out. There was nothing but blood in it, and no treasures.
I couldn't help feeling confused.
Qin Mo had already made hand gestures and started casting a spell.
Buzz~~~
There was another wave of fluctuations in the dimensional space, especially above the dome. The same blood-red color filled the sky, and a blood-red vortex gradually appeared.
Plop~~~
Plop~~~
Suddenly, a very regular beating sound came from the blood-colored vortex, as if every beat was the breath of heaven and earth, full of rhythm and power.
Ji Huo's heartbeat subconsciously follows the same rhythm.
“What is this…?” Ji Huo was confused and uncertain.
"Just watch!"
When the bloody vortex dissipated, a heart as big as a millstone appeared on the surface of the lake.
The strange thing is,
The heart did not seem fresh at all. On the contrary, it was very shriveled, as if it had experienced countless years of erosion and destruction and could rot at any time.
Even so,
Every beat of this heart is like the drum of heaven and earth, beating heavily on the heart.
"This is the legendary Heart of Pangu." Qin Mo said.
According to ancient legends, Pangu's so-called creation of the world, judging by the area of the prehistoric world and the division of cultivation levels in the prehistoric universe, can be done by a powerful Golden Immortal.
It's not that mysterious.
Above the Golden Immortal is the Daluo Golden Immortal, and above that is the Dao Ancestor.
"Is this useful?" Ji Huo asked cautiously.
Could it be possible that he eats it???
"Of course it works."
After all, this is the heart of a powerful Golden Immortal. The breath of life contained in it is vast and surging even after tens of thousands of years.
Pangu's Heart,
But it is the foundation that supports the Ancestral Witch Temple.
The blood lake under their feet was formed because of the existence of Pangu's Heart.
As for why Chi You did not use Pangu's Heart in the previous battle, it was because it was the source of the Wu Clan's faith. Unless it came to a critical moment of life and death for the Wu Clan,
Otherwise, it will not be used.
In Chi You's view, using those three drops of the Ancestral Witch's blood was more than enough. He never thought of this freak Qin Mo, which resulted in his failure.
In the end, Qin Mo got the advantage.
"Gudong~~~"
Hearing this, Ji Huo swallowed subconsciously, his eyes full of hope, "Master, what Pangu Heart are you going to use ?"
"There's no share for you." Qin Mo said.
Jihuo: "..."
Qin Mo stretched out his hand and the twelve demons appeared again.
According to the description in "Du Tian Shen Sha", in order for the twelve demon gods to be able to switch between reality and illusion, it would be best if they could use the bodies of young boys and girls.
Qin Mo originally wanted to recast the twelve golden men to integrate the twelve demon gods.
Now,
But there is a better choice.
Let me ask you, in this world, is there anything more suitable for reshaping the body than the heart of a powerful Golden Immortal?
It's so luxurious!!!
Before that, in order to make the Twelve Demon Gods more controllable, Qin Mo needs to do something to the Twelve Demon Gods, erase their consciousness and replace it with his own clones.
In that case,
The Twelve Demon Gods no longer had any self, and were no longer Song Jiang, Wu Song, Lu Junyi, or Lin Chong, but merely an incarnation of Qin Mo.
It's really like driving one's own arm.
Qin Mo clenched his right hand and used a secret technique to quickly eliminate the egos of the twelve demon gods.
The twelve demon gods, who had been so full of personality just now, became dull and stupid in an instant. They stood in the void, motionless, as if they were statues.
"Distract yourself!"
Qin Mo endured the pain of his soul being torn apart and separated twelve strands of his soul, injecting them into the sea of consciousness of the twelve demon gods respectively, thus taking over the twelve demon gods.
Ji Huo felt a chill when he saw this.
"Go ahead!"
Qin Mo's expression was calm, and with a thought, the twelve demon gods escaped into Pangu's heart, lived there, and prepared to reshape their bodies.
This will be a very long process...
