Needless to say, even if the realm of Wang Feng is reached, even if the world is destroyed, the chaos will not die if it reopens.

On the vast land, the ancient and desolate aura is constantly floating in the heaven and earth.

Wang Feng walked on the ground without using any supernatural powers, just as if he were an ordinary person walking.

I don't know how many years have passed, Wang Feng came to Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain is formed by Pangu's backbone, and stretches out. I don't know that there are hundreds of billions of miles. The boundless Buzhou Mountain hides too many secrets.

Countless magical magic weapons were formed on this Buzhou Mountain, attracting countless people to come here to find them.

Wang Feng has no interest in these magic weapons.

At his level, if you can meet it, you can get it, and it doesn't matter if you can't meet it.

Of course, the infinite magic weapon in the world is rare for Wang Feng to take a fancy to.

Except for the innate-level magic weapon, he has completely despised other things now. Even the acquired treasure is directly thrown into the space. After returning to the East Desolate Immortal Island, he is directly thrown into the Fen Baoyan.

On the Immortal Island in the East Desolation, there are many monks, and they are all spiritual things in the world. With Wang Feng here, it will be a matter of time before they turn into human beings.

The magic weapon on the Fen Treasure Rock was prepared for them.

As long as the transformation is successful, you can go to the Fenbaoyan and collect your own treasures.

On Buzhou Mountain, there are too many secrets hidden, and there are countless great supernatural powers cultivating here.

Even with such a huge force of the Qilin family, it is impossible to occupy such a large mountain range, which is simply unrealistic.

Not to mention that they don't have that many people, even if they did, those great supernatural beings who lived in seclusion on Buzhou Mountain wouldn't allow them to do so.

If you accidentally offend these people, even if the Qilin clan is powerful, they may not be able to withstand the siege of those strong people.

Sometimes, it is better to be low-key when doing things.

Linzu obviously understood this truth, it chose to thrive in Buzhou Mountain and established its own territory, occupying a range of tens of millions of miles.

With this tens of millions of miles in range, Linzu did not continue to expand, and it was enough to have such a large area on Buzhou Mountain.

Its target is the Great Desolate Continent. After all, the area of ​​the Great Desolate Continent is much larger than that of Buzhou Mountain.

The spiritual energy on Buzhou Mountain is extremely pure, and it is extremely condensed.

At some point, Wang Feng appeared in front of a mountain.

This mountain is extremely magnificent, the surrounding is condensed into liquid, the ancient trees are dense, and a unique and natural large formation is formed around it, which gathers into a formation in twelve directions.

If it wasn't for Wang Feng who came here, I am afraid that other immortals would not be able to enter here.

This high mountain, with abundant spiritual energy, is an excellent place for cultivation. If other monks can enter it, their cultivation will definitely skyrocket.

It doesn't take many years to grow into a strong one.

However, no immortal can enter here. It is not that someone has occupied this place, but a natural formation formed by the twelve mountains here. It is extremely terrifying and its power cannot be guessed.

Wang Feng calculated slightly, and felt the specialness of this place, and there was a terrifyingly huge space under this mountain.

This space is sealed, so secretive, no one can figure it out.

With Wang Feng's cultivation, he is naturally not in this list. His strength can't even stop the power of the avenue. How can a small seal prevent him from entering?

Wang Feng stepped into the void and disappeared directly. When he reappeared, he had entered a mysterious place.

This is a huge cave. There is a huge blood pool below the cave. The blood pool is boiling and emitting a **** smell.

There are twelve huge blood-colored cocoons suspended above the blood pool.

"Is this the twelve ancestor witches of the later generations?"

Wang Feng has never seen the Twelve Ancestors, but he has heard a lot of them, and is very interested in their terrifying strength and various magical abilities.

But the Witch Race is also a miserable race, unable to escape the catastrophe laid by the heavens and the earth, and its decline has become an unavoidable thing.

Now, when Wang Feng appeared here, he had already made up his mind to take in the Wu clan, so that they would not fall on the great land.

Wang Feng can change a lot of general trends, and no one can stop what he is going to do.

thump!

thump!

thump!

The twelve blood-colored cocoons were beating constantly, like twelve huge hearts.

Wang Feng stood there and watched lightly.

The strength of the twelve ancestor witches is very strong, and they can become one of the masters of the prehistoric world in the future.

If Wang Feng can bring these people to his subordinates, he can help Wang Feng solve many problems that he disdains to take action in the future.

"The Twelve Ancestors are so blessed. The laws of the body left by Pangu have all been instilled in you. It's a pity that no one can cultivate to his advanced realm."

Wang Feng shook his head slightly and smiled helplessly.

Click!

Click!

At this moment, Wang Feng heard a series of broken sounds.

I saw that the twelve huge blood cocoons began to crack with lines, as if something was about to break out of the sheath.

Chapter 1034 The Twelve Ancestors were born and recognized the Lord Wang Feng

"I'm about to be born, it's just right!"

Wang Feng looked at the twelve huge blood cocoons, and there was a little fluctuation in his heart without any turbulence.

The Twelve Ancestors are authentic Pangu, and each body is extremely tyrannical. In the entire prehistoric world, there are very few people who can compare their physical bodies with their twelve people.

Their supernatural powers are extremely powerful, devouring the world, manipulating wind, rain, thunder and lightning, moving mountains and seas, chasing stars and moons, changing the sky and changing the world, and they are omnipotent.

It can be said that as long as the great supernatural powers in the prehistoric world have not reached the level of saints, it is extremely difficult to compete with them.

"When the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born, Pangu Sanqing should also be born. Calculate the time and it's almost there."

Sanqing is the three great supernatural powers transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, namely Laozi, Yuanshi and Tongtian.

These three people have won the fortune of heaven and earth, and their luck is magnificent. As the primordial spirit clone of Pangu, they are exquisite in Taoism.

Obviously, the strength of Pangu Sanqing of the same level as them is almost at this level.

However, the polarization between Sanqing and Twelve Ancestors is also obvious.

Sanqing, born good at communicating with the Dao of Heaven, can more easily understand the laws of the Dao of Heaven, and the progress of cultivation is very rapid.

However, the twelve ancestors were able to master the laws of the flesh, and were born unable to communicate with the way of heaven. The progress of cultivation was very slow, and the cultivation of supernatural powers and the use of magic weapons were not so handy.

Wang Feng knew all this.

But no one knows why the Twelve Ancestors are so extreme, no one can explain, not even they themselves.

The twelve ancestral witches of later generations all rely on their own tyrannical bodies to kill the enemy. Their exercises are very incomplete, and they can only rely on themselves to create exercises, and eventually they will develop unrivaled physical power.

Embark on the path of preaching with strength.

Click!

Click!

At this moment, a sound of clicking sound came suddenly.

Wang Feng stood on the ground and watched the twelve blood-colored cocoons that were suspended incessantly shatter.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The blood-colored cocoons shattered into a rain of blood in the next moment and fell into the blood pool below.

There are already twelve huge figures in the void.

Emperor Jiang: Like a yellow sac, as red as a red fire, with six legs and four wings, he has no face and is the ancestor of space speed.

Jumang: As green as green bamboo, with the body of a bird and the face of a man, he rides two dragons on his feet, the ancestor of the oriental wood.

Zhu Rong: A beast-headed human body, with red scales, ears pierced by fire snakes, feet on fire dragons, the ancestor of fire in the south.

Shou Shou: Human face, tiger body, golden scales, two wings, left ear pierced with snake, feet riding two dragons, the ancestor of gold in the west.

Gong Gong: A man with a python head, wearing black scales, a black dragon on his feet, a blue python wrapped around his hands, the ancestor of the northern water.

Xuan Ming: It is a ferocious giant beast with bone spurs all over its body, the ancestor of the rain.

Back Earth: Human body with snake tail, seven hands on the back, two hands in front of Xiong, holding the snake in both hands, the ancestor of the central soil.

Qiangliang: A snake in his mouth, a snake in his hand, a tiger-headed human body, four hoofed feet, long elbows, the ancestor of thunder.

Zhu Jiuyin: Human face, snake body, red body, the ancestor of time.

Tian Wu: Eight human faces, a tiger body and ten tails, the ancestor of the wind.

Heizi: Human face and bird body, with a blue snake hanging around his ears and a red snake in his hand, the ancestor of electricity.

Extravagant Corpse: Human-faced and beast-like body, with ears like dogs, with blue snakes hanging around his ears, the ancestor of the weather.

The twelve ancestor witches all came out of the blood cocoon.

They looked at their bodies for the first time, and then they radiated light, and their bodies changed rapidly.

Big burly men appeared one after another, but there were two dignified and beautiful women around the group of burly men.

These two women are Hou Tu and Xuan Ming.

Twelve people stood in the void, came back to their senses, and immediately found Wang Feng standing in this space.

Wang Feng had already accepted the inheritance of the Pangu bloodline, and he was inseparable from the Pangu bloodline, and there must be innumerable connections.

Especially the Twelve Ancestral Witch, the fate with him is blood and blood, and cannot be separated.

"Who are you? I feel the breath of Emperor Pangu in you. Your bloodline is of the same origin as ours!"

It was the old Emperor Jiang who spoke, and his voice was thunderous, and the whole space was shaken.

Everyone turned their attention to Wang Feng, wanting to know the answer.

Hearing this, Wang Feng exuded terrifying power, and snorted softly: "Pride, even if Pangu sees me, he must respect me, you guys have just transformed, and you still dare to shout when you see the deity, what is it? System!"

What Wang Feng said was right. Even Pangu, who gave birth to them, was reshaped in his small world. The Twelve Ancestors were only twelve drops of blood essence. When he spoke in such a tone, he was a great master. disrespectful.

Not to mention them, if Pangu was reborn, he would definitely respect Wang Feng.

When the twelve ancestor witches heard the words, their faces turned pale, and they all knelt down at Wang Feng's feet subconsciously.

The power in Wang Feng's body came and went quickly. Just a breath of air completely overwhelmed the Twelve Ancestral Witch.

"I have no eyes, please punish me!"

Di Jiang was extremely frightened. Facing Wang Feng, how could they dare to make a mark?

"Please punish me, my lord!"

The other eleven ancestral witches also spoke up.

They did not doubt Wang Feng in the slightest, not because they were afraid of Wang Feng's strength, but his identity.

Wang Feng has the blood of Pangu in his body, which cannot be faked.

It is easy to pretend to be anyone, but Pangu's blood aura cannot be impersonated.

"Okay, let's get up and talk."

Wang Feng saw that the twelve people had a good attitude, waved his hand, and made the twelve people stand up.

This means that the Twelve Ancestral Witch has some blood relationship with Wang Feng, otherwise he would have no need to come here to find them.

As cultivators who were also proving the Way with strength, the path of the twelve ancestor witches was extremely difficult. Although they were incomparably powerful, they were only victims of the Lich Catastrophe.

Twelve people stood in front of Wang Feng in unison, looking a little cautious, like children who did something wrong.

Now they are still very pure, they have no contact with people, and there is no conflict. Naturally, they do not know what hatred is.