Hong Huang: I am the eldest son of Pan Gu!

Chapter 92: Kindness and earthliness, love online!

"Who dares to treat our ancestral witches like this!"

"The arrogant little god is seeking death like this!!"

"How can we, the great ancestral witches, be humiliated like this!!!"

After Pan Hao said the words "little ancestral witch", the twelve giants who were still curious suddenly exploded. Not only the eldest brother Di Jiang was angry, but even the kind-hearted Hou Tu had angry faces and glares.

Pan Hao!

Twelve giants, swinging their arms, rushed forward!

one year later--

"Are you satisfied?"

The twelve ancestral witches, regardless of brother or sister, were all placed on the ground by Pan Hao, and the strongest one, Di Jiang, was pinned down by Pan Hao.

It wasn't that he was going to take action when he came up, but after going through the process of "Three Purities Recognizing Brothers", Pan Hao felt that there were not enough benefits. If he didn't win over these younger brothers and sisters, they would not admit it. Even if he, Pan Hao, really

It's your brother.

"I, Zhu Rong, have never obeyed in my life!"

"Brother, please forgive Brother Gonggong. He just can't understand it at the moment. My little sister will give him some advice later!"

However, He got angry just after he gave up. He actually gave up!

Is this still the violent little girl? Or the little girl who beats up whenever she disagrees???

Pan Hao put away his fists and glanced at Gonggong and Zhu Rong, then looked at Hou Tu.

With a firm expression and careful eyes, Pan Hao softened his heart in just a moment.

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

Zhu Rong, who was placed on top by Pan Hao, was holding his neck. Although the flames on his body were suppressed by Pan Hao and could not be used, Pan Hao could clearly see the arrogant arrogance!

"snort!"

Gonggong looked at the horrifyingly smiling Pan Hao in front of him and his fists as white as jade, and suddenly felt frightened.

After a silence, even Pan Hao thought that the group of ancestral witches had surrendered, but unexpectedly there was a trembling voice.

"I don't accept it either!"

"It hurts~"

This small porcelain bottle contains the remaining Pangu blood after my birth. It is perfect to be used to restore your injuries, little sister."

I do not believe!"

Only when the ratio between Pangu's spirit and body is consistent is the body most suitable for Pan Hao.

Especially Gonggong, after the Lich Catastrophe, he had the mentality of the Lord of the Great Desolate, and with the extreme idea of ​​destroying the Great Desolate if he didn't get it, he directly broke Zhoushan, the pillar of the Great Desolate!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier Pan Hao became. His aura became extremely terrifying, and the smile on his face had long since disappeared. Even the environment on the top of Zhoushan Mountain was surging with Pan Hao's aura!

You must know that Zhoushan is shrouded in Pangu's will. Not to mention other gods affecting it, even climbing up is difficult!

Zhu Rong, who had always been strong-willed and tough-tongued, raised his head and screamed, with two tears left in the corners of his eyes, which were clearly seen by the other ancestral witches!

Because his arm was grabbed by Pan Hao, Zhu Rong was kicked in the stomach by Pan Hao. It was just one kick. Not only was the kick bloody and fleshy, but his spine and pelvis were also shattered by the kick.

Then, Pan Hao reached out and took out a small porcelain bottle, then threw the small bottle to Hou Tu.

At this time, in their eyes, Panhao, who was smiling and looking kind, was undoubtedly a devil, or a smiling devil.

This collision not only ended Zhou Shan, but also ended Honghuang's hope of promotion.

Pan Hao did not refuse this influence. After all, this remnant soul was also a part of Pan Hao.

"When my brother hit you just now, did it hurt?"

Pan Hao didn't know what Houtu was like before, but seeing such a pitiful little girl and the extremely miserable experience she had in the future, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

He knew that this was influenced by the remnant soul of later generations, because that remnant soul also had a sister, and he loved her very much.

Hou Tu took it and opened the lid. Instantly, a resonance from the bloodline deeply attracted her!

In this punch, Pan Hao used 70% of his strength. If the ancestral shaman's body was not at the top of the ancient world, Gonggong might have died long ago.

He took two steps forward, grabbed His hair, and pulled it up.

The clever Hou Tu pouted his lips instantly and his eyes welled up with tears.

"Ah——!!!" Gonggong's scream directly overwhelmed Zhu Rong, his bloody face full of twisted pain.

Pan Hao can shake Zhoushan with just his momentum!

In the shocked eyes of the twelve ancestral witches, Pan Hao raised his fist and punched Gong Gong in the face!

As the saying goes, a slap in the face is not a slap in the face. If Pan Hao wasn't really angry, he wouldn't be so unwilling to give Gong Gong face!

As for why it is left?

Because Pangu Yuanshen and Pangu's heart blood must be perfectly integrated according to a certain ratio. If there is too much heart blood, it will be like the ancestral witch, and the soul will be too weak.

Throwing Zhu Rong down, who had turned into mud, Panhao clapped his hands, looked at the remaining frightened ancestral wizards, and smiled.

Moreover, just like Emperor Jun Taiyi, we cannot assume that all this has happened just because there are records in later generations. You must know that the lich has not even met now.

"Tell me, why are you dissatisfied?"

He picked up one of Zhu Rong's arms and kicked him in the stomach!

boom--!

"Blast!" The sound of bones breaking——

Not only her, but the rest of the ancestral witches also raised their heads and looked longingly at the small porcelain bottle!

At this time, Pan Hao's long and leisurely voice came over, "I was born from the union of Pangu's heart blood and Yuanshen, and then merged with Pangu's chalcedony, and I have already become an immeasurable Taoist body.

The reason is exactly the same as that of Sanqing. The frog in the well does not know how high the sky is and how high it is. If he has the ability to overthrow Hongjun, he only knows how to fight in his den.

Just give him a punch to vent his anger.

This is His youngest sister, her eldest brother is like her father, and this is her youngest daughter. Even when she was beaten just now, Houtu beat her the lightest, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get up.

It’s Gonggong!

The remaining ten ancestral witches, including Zhu Rong who was still shouting, turned to look at the stubborn Gonggong with admiration on their faces.

Hou Tu glanced at Pan Hao with a complicated expression. The expressions of the remaining ancestral witches were similar, with both longing and discomfort.

Pan Hao:(;Д｀)

Eleven Ancestral Witches: (○Д○)

Just when Pan Hao was about to punch him a second time, Hou Tu hurriedly got up from the pile of brothers and sisters, stumbled and ran over, and stood in front of Pan Hao's fist.

As an authentic Pangu sect, fighting against the heavens and the earth, you can’t be timid!

Then he stiffened his neck and turned his face horizontally, "We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, were transformed by the essence and blood of Pangu. We are the most authentic blood descendants of Pangu. How could there be any direct descendants closer to Pangu than us?"

Especially Zhu Rong, I was so moved. I didn't expect that the two of us are the least likely to deal with each other, but at the critical moment, you are still the best brother!

Pan Hao saw that the person speaking was actually Gonggong, who was recorded in later generations as knocking off Zhou Shan. Looking at his stubborn little eyes, he laughed angrily.

This also led to the fact that in the endless years that followed, the Wu clan was a little too polite to the kind-hearted and smiling God.

What they desire is that this small drop of blood is extremely important to them and is something that can enhance their own origin.

What's uncomfortable is that they both take the form of blood, but the level of their heart blood is much higher than that of their own essence blood.

At this moment, Hou Tu's weak voice sounded in this quiet space.

"Brother, can I use this hard work with my brothers and sisters?"

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