Honghuang: I am Qitian and I want to fight for the throne

Chapter 42 Pangu Palace
Pangu Temple, located in the center of the Twelve Ancestral Witch Tribe, is the sacred place of the Witch Clan.

The whole hall is dark yellow in color, simple and heavy, and as if it were one.

Just standing in front of the temple, you can feel the majestic atmosphere and the shocking feeling of time!
The sense of eternity and the vicissitudes of time made Qi Tian a little dazed.

It seemed as if I saw a phantom of Pangu fighting bloody battles, battling against heaven and earth!
At this moment, in front of Pangu Palace.

Ten tall and strong men stood in a row, looking down at Qi Tian.

Next to them stood Hou Tu and the cold-tempered Xuanming Ancestral Witch.

Looking up at the ten male ancient witches who were more than one meter taller than him, Qi Tian's eyelids twitched.

Then he straightened his chest and silently performed the magic of heaven and earth.

The height was raised to the same three meters.

"..."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at them with strange eyes.

"cough cough"

Di Jiang coughed and said:

"Just now, Sister Hou Tu told us that you can see the future and saw that only ten of our twelve witch ancestors will survive? Is this true?"

"What a piece of shit!"

Before Qi Tian could say anything, Zhu Rong, the ancestor of fire, with a rough face and red hair, cursed:
"With the twelve of us joining forces, even saints are not afraid of us. Who can kill us? I think this kid is talking nonsense."

At this point, Zhu Rong glared at Qi Tian fiercely with his eyes as big as copper bells:

"Tell me, are you trying to deceive us?"

The other ancient witches watched this scene quietly and said nothing.

Looking at Zhu Rong's explosive red hair in front of him, Qi Tian's face looked strange.

Red-haired killer Matt!

It turns out that non-mainstream appeared so early!
"You are indeed dead!"

Qi Tian looked at Zhu Rong very confidently.

"I……"

Zhu Rong felt upset and wanted to get angry.

But when he looked at Qi Tian's serious eyes, he felt inexplicably chilled in his heart.

Is it true that I will die?
"Haha, third brother, you are going to die!"

At this time, Gonggong, the ancestor of water, suddenly laughed wildly:
"Then I'll be the third oldest!"

"You're dead too!"

Qi Tian suddenly turned his head and looked at Gong Gong again.

"Uh……"

Gonggong's smile disappeared in an instant, and his face became dull.

"Hahaha"

This time it was Zhu Rong's turn to be happy.

"You will always be the fourth child in this life. Even if I die, you will never be the third child. Wahahaha..."

"..."

The other ancient witches looked at the two in silence. How could this be compared?

"Okay, both of you, be quiet. As long as we are strong, no one can kill us. If we are killed, you can only blame yourself for not being strong enough!"

Di Jiang waved his hands with a headache to stop the two people.

Then he looked at Qi Tian:

"You want to enter Pangu Palace to practice, fine, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, please speak."

"After you become a saint, you must protect my witch clan from extinction!"

"This"

Qi Tian did not agree immediately, but fell into deep thought.

After the war between wizards and liches, it seemed that some members of the wizard clan were still alive.

Moreover, Hou Tu only lost the body of the ancestor witch, but after reincarnation, she became the lord of the underworld.

His status is equivalent to that of Hongjun Daozu.

Later, there was no news about the Wu clan. It is thought that they were protected by Hou Tu in the underworld.

In this way, even without him, the Wu clan would not have been wiped out.

Now Dijiang's request was not difficult for him at all.

Maybe he needn't even bother.

Of course, if the Wu clan really faces the disaster of genocide, he will keep his promise.

Preserve a line of inheritance for the witch clan.

"Okay! I agree to this!"

After Qi Tian finished speaking, he swore an oath with the Great Dao.

"God is above me. When I become a saint, I will protect the Wu clan's inheritance!"

"Haha, Brother Qi is quite straightforward!" Upon seeing this, Di Jiang's face immediately showed joy.

He heard Hou Tu talk about Qi Tian's performance in Zixiao Palace and the story of killing Dong Wanggong.

There are also conflicts with the Demon Court.

He admired strength, courage and determination.

He felt that Qi Tian had a great chance of becoming a saint, and then the Wu clan would have a powerful ally.

Even if Qi Tian can’t become a saint in the end, it doesn’t matter.

His witch clan didn't suffer any losses either.

This is not because he has no confidence in himself and the witch clan.

On the contrary, he was very confident that the Wu Clan would become the protagonists of heaven and earth.

But he's not arrogant either.

Nothing is absolute, so it’s better to be prepared.

Afterwards, Qi Tian made a great oath that he would never tell anyone what he saw in Pangu Palace.

Di Jiang then personally took Qi Tian into Pangu Palace.

However, just as they approached Pangu Temple, a terrifying pressure and murderous aura surged in from the temple.

Qi Tianxia's consciousness operated the laws of power, and then all the pressure and evil spirit disappeared.

It was as if everything just now was an illusion.

Seeing this, Di Jiang, who was standing next to him, thought about what Hou Tu had told him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

It is indeed the law of force.

You should know that not everyone can enter Pangu Temple.

In the entire prehistoric world, only the twelve ancient witches can enter and leave freely.

The Three Pure Ones might be able to, but they have never been here.

Even Hongjun and Tiandao cannot enter.

Of course, it’s not that we can’t or we don’t dare to, but it’s out of respect for Pangu.

Because Pangu Temple is spiritual, if someone who is not authorized forces in, Pangu Temple will self-destruct.

He didn't say this just now because he wanted to see if what Hou Tu said was true.

Now it seems that there is one more person recognized by Pangu Palace——

Qitian!

Thoughts were surging in his mind, but Di Jiang didn't say anything. He took Qi Tian directly into Pangu Palace.

Entering the hall, Qi Tian was so shocked that he could not express it in words.

I saw that the Pangu Temple was extremely spacious, and there were Taoist statues of three thousand Chaos Demon Gods carved around it.

The statue is ten thousand feet high.

Moreover, each statue of the demon god seems to be alive, with natural Taoist rhymes and laws on it.

It is even more perfect than the principles that the Taoist ancestor used when he became a saint and preached.

Looking at this scene, Qi Tian couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
"The legacy of the great god Pangu is indeed extraordinary. This is because the ancient witch has no soul. Otherwise, these three thousand Chaos Demon God statues alone, if placed in the prehistoric world, can even create a large number of saints."

This is because each statue has a law of the Chaos Demon God.

It is also very obvious and easy to understand.

"Fortunately, the Pangu Palace was formed from the heart of the great god Pangu, and the Heavenly Dao cannot know what is happening inside the palace. Otherwise, these statues would definitely be destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. This is too against the will of heaven, it's simply cheating."

The appearance of any statue in the ancient times would trigger a battle for it that was comparable to a catastrophe.

However, Qi Tian also felt that this was natural.

After all, the great god Pangu once possessed a complete Jade Butterfly of Creation and had fought against three thousand Chaos Demons.

Very familiar with the three thousand chaos demons.

The presence of these statues is not surprising.

At this time, Di Jiang also saw Qi Tian's extremely shocked expression and felt very proud.

This is the power of their Father God.

"Unfortunately, we Wu clan don't have the primordial spirit, so we can't comprehend it. We can only use the Dao rhyme of these statues to condense our bodies and form a body of law. Otherwise, our Wu clan..."

Having said this, Di Jiang shook his head and couldn't continue.

Seeing Dijiang's full expression of regret and envy, Qi Tian couldn't help but feel sorry for the Wu clan.

Sitting on a mountain of treasures but only being able to take one gem, he would probably be so depressed that he would vomit blood.

So, he didn't say anything to comfort her.

Otherwise, others might think you are gloating over someone else's misfortune.

"Brother Qi, you can practice here. I have something important to do, so I will leave first! If you need anything, you can come find me directly!"

Qi Tian hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Di!"

Dijiang waved his hand, turned and walked out of Pangu Palace.

Seeing Dijiang coming out, all the ancient witches waiting outside immediately surrounded him.

Zhu Rong was the first to lose patience and said anxiously:
"Brother, it's too easy for this kid to be allowed to practice in Pangu Palace so easily. That's the statue of the Three Thousand Demon Gods!"

(End of this chapter)