Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Laozi and Tongtian frowned; they hadn't fully understood what Dijiang had said.

Yuanshi looked displeased.

"The authentic Pangu lineage?"

"Hmph, a bunch of filthy, malevolent beings dare to call themselves the true descendants of Pangu?"

Even the Three Pure Ones did not claim to be the true descendants of Pangu.

Yuanshi looked arrogant and took a step forward.

"Get out of the way."

The twelve ancestral witches remained motionless, and Zhu Rong reached out and pushed Yuan Shi.

"What's your hurry? Where are the offerings for the Father God? I can't let you in without them."

"you……"

Yuan Shi was surprised that Zhu Rong dared to make a move, and even pushed him so hard that he stumbled.

Only then did he notice that the twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him were all at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, the same as his three brothers.

But so what? He is the true descendant of Pangu.

Who in the primordial world would dare to lay a hand on them?

Thinking of this, Yuanshi's arrogant expression intensified.

"Get out of the way! There are things here that are destined for my three brothers. Don't get entangled."

"A predestined object?" Zhu Rong sneered. "Which primordial being is not destined for this Buzhou Mountain?"

"Since you came empty-handed, it means you don't respect the Father God much. Go back and prepare offerings before you come back."

Zhu Rong waved his hand as if chasing away a dog.

Yuanshi's face turned ashen, and the pure and righteous power cultivated by the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong was displayed on his body.

"Hmph, we are the embodiment of Pangu's primordial spirit, the true descendants of Pangu! How can other beings compare?"

"I'll say it again, get out of the way! Do you think you can stop others from taking the treasure just because you can't?"

As the words of the Primordial God fell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches trembled.

The invisible power of destiny belonging to the true Pangu lineage within them actually stirred.

This caused the Twelve Ancestral Witches to change their expressions drastically.

It's one thing for others to just talk about being the true descendant of Pangu, but it's another to actually steal their fortune.

Fortunately, the fortune only trembled for a moment, and then seemed to be suppressed again, without being lost.

Zhu Rong turned to the other ancestral witches and said, "I know the treasures he mentioned; the floor tiles above are treasures. But aren't we the true descendants of Pangu?"

"How come there are three of you here? Did your uncle mention it to you?"

"No, Uncle is upstairs. He can't possibly keep this from us."

"Since it wasn't mentioned, it means it's fake. Let us handle it ourselves."

"How dare they impersonate the Father God's child to steal our fatherly love! They deserve to be punished!"

"Beat them to death!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches made their decision instantly.

"not good!"

Lao Tzu immediately summoned the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda.

Boom!

The twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces, and the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda became a first-class defensive treasure.

However, there were too many Ancestral Witches. With just one blow, Laozi almost couldn't withstand it and was knocked back hundreds of thousands of miles, exposing Yuanshi and Tongtian whom he was protecting.

"This tower is fine; it should be used to worship our Father God!"

Dijiang's eyes lit up, and he led the five Ancestral Witches in pursuit of Laozi.

Yuanshi and Tongtian were immediately surrounded by the remaining six Ancestral Witches.

"Impersonating the true descendants of Pangu, you come to offer sacrifices to the Father God empty-handed—do you even deserve to be called primordial beings?"

Xuanming angrily rebuked the two, "You call yourselves innate saints and Great Luo Golden Immortals? There are no beings as heartless as you in the primordial world!"

"I think they've all inherited their lives from Hongjun!"

Xuanming's barrage of insults left Tongtian completely bewildered.

He vaguely understood that this was the place to pay homage to the great god Pangu, and that the twelve ancestral witches were the guardians.

The two sides seemed to have misunderstood each other, and just as they were about to explain, they heard Yuanshi speak.

"How dare you! You are the ones impersonating the true Pangu!"

Yuanshi's face turned red as they marched from Kunlun to Buzhou.

Every creature they encountered along the way treated them with great courtesy, but they were humiliated here.

"You still dare to be stubborn?"

"superior!"

Xuanming gave a shout, and the Eight-Armed Houtu slapped him across the face.

Yuanshi and Tongtian had no protective treasures and were outnumbered three to one, so they were powerless to fight back.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding."

Tongtian roared loudly.

"We, the Three Pure Ones, are the true descendants of Pangu; you are all ignorant of our teachings..."

While Yuanshi was being beaten and cursed, a lump of mud was suddenly stuffed into his mouth.

"Try the same drink Hongjun used!"

Zhu Rong punched Yuan Shi in the back, and Yuan Shi swallowed it with a gulp.

"Take your demon pill!"

"Second brother, please stop talking."

The situation on Tongtian's side isn't much better. If they had talked things out properly today, they wouldn't have gotten this beating.

When the Ancestral Witches fight, they don't fight in groups of five; at least six of them go at once, which is also a rule of Qingyi.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, Tongtian and Yuanshi were severely injured and nearly perished.

The Ancestral Witch truly did not hold back.

Just then, Laozi arrived rapidly, carrying the Xuanhuang Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, along with Yuanshi and the other two.

"Walk!"

Vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, they got away! Dude, what's going on? Six of you couldn't take one down?"

Houtu looked angrily at Dijiang.

Dijiang was a little embarrassed. "That person is strange..."

The other five Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement; none of them knew why Laozi's speed had suddenly become so fast.

Inside Pangu Mausoleum, Qingyi and Wangshu watched this farce together.

"The Way of Heaven is truly..."

Wang Shu found it hard to believe, but she naturally noticed that there was something strange about Laozi's escape.

If Laozi hadn't escaped, the Three Pure Ones would surely have perished today.

Qingyi looked in the direction the Three Pure Ones had left and shook his head in disappointment.

"Sanqing, Sanqing."

On their first meeting, he noticed that the Three Pure Ones were different from the Ancestral Witches.

Think about it.

Taiqing Laozi advocated tranquility and non-action. Well, he became a saint by relying on the human race, and after becoming a saint, he no longer cared about the human race.

He took in a human disciple, but educated him without regard for his own race, which shows that he is not a compassionate person.

Yuanshi advocated following the will of Heaven and explaining its principles. Qingyi got a headache just hearing this, because the way of Heaven was crooked and beyond saving.

The idea of ​​reaching the heavens and securing a lifeline for all living beings is certainly ambitious, but further observation is needed.

Wang Shu looked at Qing Yi, who was deep in thought, and did not speak.

She already knew that the three people from earlier, like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, inherited the merits of Pangu's creation of the world.

But it is clear that those three have a different stance from the Ancestral Witches.

Especially that one called Yuanshi, who was arrogant and disdainful of everyone, and was not as pleasing as the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Thinking of this, Wang Shu's expression also became somewhat sorrowful.

I feel sorry for Pangu and Qingyi; how could the descendants of the great god Pangu produce such worthless individuals?

"Fellow Daoist Qingyi, take your time. They are all descendants of the Great God Pangu, so I'm sure I can teach them well."

Wang Shu could only offer Qing Yi a soft word of comfort.

"Um?"

Qingyi snapped out of her daze and realized that Wang Shu had misunderstood her as being sad, but she didn't explain.

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. The Great God Pangu doesn't need these few descendants."

"uncle."

Just then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches returned dejectedly. "Uncle, we failed."

"It's alright, none of these three are simple."

Qingyi smiled.

"Yes, I noticed that too."

Dijiang said this in a serious tone, which earned him a glare from Houtu. Six against one, and they all managed to escape.

"What's most despicable is that they actually claim to be the true descendants of Pangu!"

Houtu said fiercely, and the expressions of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also became solemn.

The change in fortune at that moment was real, indicating that the other party truly had a chance to seize the true fortune of Pangu.

This is no small matter.