Chapter 177

If ordinary spirits passed by, they would not notice it at all and would only be directly taken away by the power of the formation.

Of course, some top-tier powerhouses might discover that this ruin place had some special places, and there were also formations hidden in it.

But normal powerhouses would probably leave after seeing it.

After all, Da Luo Golden Immortal powerhouses could feel the power that killed them in the formation.

But if it were a Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

It was also not so easy to destroy this formation.

"However..." Luo Fu stared at the formation here and smiled slightly. "Then I will reinforce it a little bit."

He saw Luo Fu's palm move, and four long swords appeared in this void; they were the Four Zhuxian Swords.

"Integrating into the Zhuxian Sword Formation, that will be about it."

Immediately after, the four long swords turned into streamers and integrated into the formation.

Ancestral Witch Hall.

Many Ancestral Witches were cultivating here.

It could be said that this was the place where the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born; originally, as they were Pangu's essence blood, the place where they first appeared was here.

In the years that followed, the Ancestral Witch Hall nurtured their growth.

It could be said that cultivating in the Ancestral Witch Hall was faster for the growth of these Ancestral Witches' strength than in the outside world.

Even for the Ancestral Witches who had become Quasi-Saints, it was the same.

It could only be said that the Ancestral Witch Hall that nurtured their growth indeed had certain magical aspects.

It could even be said that in the guesses of many Ancestral Witches.

The Ancestral Witch Hall might even be transformed from Pangu's heart.

But this was just a guess; what secrets the Ancestral Witch Hall contained, the Ancestral Witches who were Quasi-Saints could not investigate clearly at all.

Ancestral Witches like Dijiang could only think that this was because their strength was not enough, which led to them not being able to detect what secrets the Ancestral Witch Hall had.

Regarding this, they could only helplessly give up investigating the secrets of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Perhaps only when their strength went a step further could they truly investigate the secrets of the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Was it really transformed from Pangu's heart?

Regarding this, the Ancestral Witches were somewhat hesitant.

But in any case, the magical aspects of the Ancestral Witch Hall must still exist.

"Brothers, this time outside, I discovered a big deal." Houtu appeared in the Ancestral Witch Hall and said hurriedly.

"Big deal?" Zhurong asked hesitantly. "Sister Houtu, could it be that the Demon Race Di Jun and the others are attacking us again?"

"Attacking us." Gonggong said in a rage. "Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, these two birds, we didn't go to find trouble with them, and they actually still want to find trouble with us."

Speaking of this, Gonggong stood up, as if he was about to walk out of the Ancestral Witch Hall immediately, intending to kill Di Jun and the others.

"Brother, it's not like that." Houtu shook her head.

These two brothers, Zhurong and Gonggong, had completely misunderstood.

"Although I discovered before that the Demon God Jiuying attacked our Wu Clan, he has already been killed." Houtu said.

"Demon God Jiuying." Ancestral Witch Zhujiuyin's eyes carried light. "I have heard this name; although he is a Demon Race Demon God, he can only be considered a weakling among the Demon Gods."

"However, Sister Houtu, you killing the Demon God Jiuying can also be considered as venting for our clansmen."

"It was not me who killed Jiuying." Houtu shook her head.

Although if Houtu took action, she also had the confidence to kill Jiuying; after all, for an Ancestral Witch to kill a Demon Race member at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level was the easiest thing.

But it was not her who killed him, so Houtu naturally would not take the credit.

And the Demon Race member at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level really did not count for anything.

In the hands of their Ancestral Witches, Demon Race members at the Quasi-Saint level might not have been killed much, but Demon Race members at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level had also fallen in her hands.

"It was not Sister Houtu who killed him." Zhujiuyin's eyes carried a trace of surprise.

One must know that to be able to kill a Demon Race Da Luo Golden Immortal, and also a top-tier Da Luo Golden Immortal powerhouse, to a certain extent, that should also be a powerhouse at the Quasi-Saint level.

A Quasi-Saint powerhouse, why would they kill the Demon Race's Demon God for no reason?

Doing so was forming an enmity with the Demon Race.

In this world, except for them, the Wu Clan, and those Heavenly Dao Saints, no one needed to be afraid of the Demon Race.

But Heavenly Dao Saints should not be able to take action.

That Demon Race member at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level should also not have the qualifications to form an enmity with Heavenly Dao Saints.

As for other old-school Quasi-Saint powerhouses, in the Primordial heaven and earth, there were naturally some, but under normal circumstances, these Quasi-Saint powerhouses would not form an enmity with the Demon Race.

Because in that way, for those Quasi-Saint powerhouses, it was also very dangerous.

Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and other Demon Race Quasi-Saint powerhouses joining forces to kill a Quasi-Saint powerhouse was something they could still do.

This point was also the same for the situation of their Wu Clan.

If some individual Quasi-Saint killed their Wu Clan's Great Witch, that is, a Wu Clan member at the Da Luo Golden Immortal level, then they, these few Ancestral Witches, would not watch helplessly; they would definitely make the other party pay the price.

This was the domineering nature of their Wu Clan.

The Demon Race was the same.

The struggle for hegemony between the Wu and Demon races would be so tragic, which was also related to the personalities between each other, I am afraid.

For the Wu and Demon races, both sides were not convinced.

So, now that there was a Quasi-Saint powerhouse who would kill the Demon God Jiuying, it still made Zhujiuyin feel very shocked.

"Little sister, is it some Quasi-Saint powerhouse?" Dijiang asked.

"The other party is not a Quasi-Saint powerhouse." Houtu shook her head.

"Not a Quasi-Saint powerhouse?" Jumang said in surprise. "Little sister, could it be some Great Witch in our clan?"

Jumang was still very confident in the strength of his clansmen.

To a certain extent, at the same level, their Wu Clan was even stronger than the Demon Race.

Unless the Demon Race had some top-tier magic treasures in their hands, for example, the innate supreme treasure Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand, this was enough for Donghuang Taiyi to directly contend with several Ancestral Witches with his own strength.

Regarding this, the Ancestral Witches also had a headache about the Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand.

The defense of the Chaos Bell was like a turtle shell.

Even if the Ancestral Witches had powerful strength, wanting to directly break the defense was very difficult to do.

At the same time, the attack power of the Chaos Bell was also enough to cause certain injuries to the Ancestral Witches.

It was precisely because of this that the Ancestral Witches knew how much effect a top-tier spiritual treasure had on the improvement of the strength of Primordial beings.

But as Jiuying who was only a Da Luo Golden Immortal, he clearly would not have such a treasure.

Then the Wu Clan's Great Witch being able to slay the Demon God Jiuying could also be considered a matter of course.

"It was not a Great Witch of our clan, but a powerhouse of another race." Houtu said. "You cannot imagine what the strength realm of the other party is."

"Little sister, don't sell it; say it properly and let us know." Xuanming said helplessly.

Houtu was hanging their appetite.

If it were not because Houtu was their little sister, if anyone dared to sell it to them like this, they, these Ancestral Witches, would have long told the other party why flowers were so red.

"Hehe." Houtu looked at those anxious Ancestral Witches and smiled. "This person is the important matter I just mentioned; that person is a human, his name is Luo Fu, and he is a personal disciple of Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the other party's strength is only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level."

Hearing Houtu's answer, the surrounding Ancestral Witches all became quiet.

The amount of information in these words of Houtu was very large.

The other party was actually a human; what kind of race the human race was, these Ancestral Witches naturally knew.

Even the human race and the Wu Clan combining to form the human-Wu bloodline, the Ancestral Witches also knew.

This made them have some understanding of this race created by the Saint.

It could be said that the human race, don't talk about comparing with the Wu and Demon races, could not even compare with many other races in the Primordial World.

Humans, too weak, too weak.

Perhaps powerhouses would be born among them, but when a powerhouse nurtured a new life, that newborn human also started from zero.

This point, other races in the Primordial World were different.

Generally, the stronger the parents, the stronger their children would be.

It could only be said that the human race would not cause a situation where the strong remained strong.

I never expected that this time it would be a human attacking the Demon Race's Jiuying; did that human not fear the Demon Race's revenge?

But hearing later that this human was a Saint's personal disciple, several Ancestral Witches thought that this situation was a matter of course.