Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 32 After the battle with Xing Tian, ​​the Earth Ancestor Witch appears!

"I choose option two!"

Zhao Gongming glanced at the two options and, without hesitation, chose option two.

Pangu Blood Pool sounds incredibly powerful.

If I could go in once, I might be able to break through to the Taiyi realm with my physical body.

With his unparalleled swordsmanship, he would likely be unmatched among the Taiyi Golden Immortals.

But before that, we need to find Xing Tian first.

"Thirty thousand li to the west"

Zhao Gongming, holding the little black tiger's hand, hurried westward.

About an hour later, at a great distance.

Zhao Gongming then saw a giant over three meters tall on a mountain peak, repeatedly punching the peak to temper his physique.

With each punch, stone dust fell from the dark, hard stone wall, raising a cloud of smoke.

At the same time, under the rebound of Buzhou Mountain's pressure, the giant's fist also became a bloody mess.

Zhao Gongming shook his head at this method of cultivation.

He cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique of the Great God Pangu, which can be called the general outline of cultivation techniques in the primordial world.

It was immediately apparent that Xing Tian had made many mistakes during his cultivation, which would cause great harm to his physical body.

Although he could recover quickly thanks to the body of a witch.

However, this back and forth will undoubtedly waste a lot of time and effort, making it a losing proposition.

Zhao Gongming, carrying the little black tiger, transformed into a streak of light and flew to Xing Tian's side, bowing respectfully first.

"I am Zhao Gongming, and I greet this fellow Daoist from the Wu Clan."

Xing Tian was breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to heal his injuries when he heard this voice. He was startled and opened his eyes.

He looked at Zhao Gongming with a strange expression, and cupped his hands in return, saying, "I am Xing Tian of the Wu Clan, greetings, fellow Daoist."

After Xing Tian finished speaking, he ignored Zhao Gongming and calmly began to recover from his injuries.

The physical bodies of the Wu Clan are uniquely endowed, the best in the primordial world.

After about an hour of breathing exercises, Xing Tian's hand injury had almost completely healed.

He got up, preparing to continue his cultivation, but when he saw that Zhao Gongming had not left, he couldn't help but frown.

"Why are you still here? I need to cultivate now. Please leave quickly, or I won't be polite."

"Fellow Daoist Xingtian, I've been watching you cultivate, and there's something I'd like to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

"What did you say?"

Xing Tian was taken aback.

"Your cultivation method is wrong. Cultivating like this will only waste a lot of time and will not bring you more benefits than losses."

"What?"

Xing Tian doubted that he had heard correctly. His body-refining technique was taught to him by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

This is the introductory training method for the Wu tribe, how could it possibly be wrong?

This cultivator is looking for trouble!

Xing Tian's expression immediately turned ugly, and he said in a muffled voice.

"The cultivation method I practice was taught by the Ancestral Witch, how could it be wrong? If you continue to speak rudely, I will not be polite to you."

Xing Tian rubbed his hands together, ready to strike at Zhao Gongming at any moment.

"Even the great god Pangu perished one day, so how do you know that the body-refining techniques passed down by the Ancestral Witches are correct?"

Zhao Gongming pointed to the towering Buzhou Mountain, his voice remaining calm.

"You dare speak ill of Pangu, the Father God? You're asking for death!"

Xing Tian was immediately enraged by Zhao Gongming's words.

He raised his fist, as big as a small millstone, and smashed it directly at Zhao Gongming.

Even the solid void rippled under this punch.

"Good timing."

Zhao Gongming felt a surge of fighting spirit, having long heard that the physical bodies of the Wu Clan were unparalleled in the world.

He also wanted to see just how powerful the physical bodies of the Wu clan really were.

Zhao Gongming clenched his five fingers, turning his palm into a fist, and mobilized the power of his muscles, bones, and blood to throw a punch.

"boom!!"

The two iron fists collided in mid-air, like two small metal mountains crashing together, producing a deafening roar.

The surrounding space could no longer withstand the unparalleled force of his punch.

Crack, crack, like a mirror, it shattered into countless pieces.

Zhao Gongming felt a powerful force travel from his fists throughout his body, and his fists ached slightly.

He involuntarily took a step back to dissipate the immense force.

I couldn't help but sigh slightly; the physical bodies of the Witch Clan were indeed quite unique.

If even he, who cultivates the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, is like this, then an ordinary peak Golden Immortal would probably be blown to pieces with a single punch.

On the other side, Xing Tian's performance was not as good as Zhao Gongming's.

He stumbled backward three steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

He stared wide-eyed at his fist in disbelief, his mind reeling with turmoil.

"How is that possible!"

He was astonished to find himself losing to a cultivator of the same realm in the very physical body that the Witch Clan was most proud of.

How is that possible!

Zhao Gongming smiled slightly at Xing Tian and continued to provoke him.

"We are at the same level. If you can defeat me, it will prove that the Witch Clan's body-refining techniques are unparalleled in the world and have no flaws or errors."

"But if you can't even defeat me, then the Witch Clan's body-refining methods might actually have some problems, right?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Xing Tian was both shocked and furious, and it seemed as if his blood and qi were burning.

A powerful aura rushed towards Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming was not afraid at all and charged forward as well, engaging Xing Tian in a direct fistfight, comparing their physical prowess.

For a time, sand and stones flew everywhere on Mount Buzhou, and the sound of fists colliding was incessant.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Gongming and Xing Tian had exchanged three hundred blows.

Zhao Gongming cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, possessing unparalleled foundation and perfect qi and blood, far surpassing the body-refining techniques of the Wu Clan.

For the first hundred rounds, from a distance, the two appeared to be evenly matched.

In the middle of the hundred rounds, Xing Tian was visibly losing ground.

In the final hundred rounds, Xing Qi was panting heavily, his fists felt as heavy as iron, and he could only parry without being able to retaliate.

In contrast, Zhao Gongming, though also drenched in sweat, felt incredibly comfortable.

I felt as if all the meridians in my body had been opened up, and my physical skills had reached a new level.

"Take my final punch!"

Zhao Gongming gathered all his vital energy and threw a punch at Xing Tian.

Xing Tian tried to raise his hand to block, but felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds.

"boom!"

Xing Tian, ​​his face bruised and swollen, was sent flying by a single punch and crashed heavily to the ground.

Zhao Gongming patted his robes, just as he was about to stop.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious, and pleasant voice reached my ears.

"Who are you, cultivator, daring to act so presumptuously on the territory of my Wu Clan?"

Then, Zhao Gongming felt his entire body being bound by an indescribable force, and he was instantly unable to move.

Then, in Zhao Gongming's eyes, a giant several meters tall, with a human body and a snake tail, seven hands on his back and two hands on his chest, holding a Teng Snake in both hands, rushed over and arrived in front of Xing Tian in the blink of an eye.

The giant helped Xing Tian up, looked him over, and only felt relieved to see that Xing Tian was alright.

Xing Tian is one of the most outstanding geniuses in her Houtu tribe, and is expected to reach the level of a Great Witch in the future.

If he were to perish halfway through, it would be a tremendous loss for his witch clan.

That's right, the human-headed, snake-bodied witch in front of us is none other than Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

Xing Tian stood up, looking utterly dejected, seemingly unable to accept his defeat at the hands of Zhao Gongming.

"Where are you from, cultivator? How dare you make a move on Mount Buzhou?"

Houtu stared at Zhao Gongming with a cold expression. This kid had almost injured one of her generals.

(End of this chapter)