"Maybe I should go to Earth again, but not now!"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, but his eyes fell on the Zhu Rong's Gu in his hand.

Zhuo Wen remembered that in the Chinese mythology on the earth, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu's body.

Zhuo Wen used to be a descendant of Huaxia. Although he didn't pay much attention to Chinese mythology, he also knew Pangu, the famous ancient god.

According to legend, Pangu split chaos with Pangu banners, fixed earth, fire, geomantic omen with Taiji map, distinguished the turbid universe, opened up the prehistoric world, evolved the six reincarnations, and lived endlessly.

Pangu was unable to support the power to open up the world and died, and the primordial spirit split into three qings to open up the world, and most of the body's essence and blood turned into twelve ancestral witches, and a small part circulated in the six reincarnations.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches in Huaxia mythology are really related to the Twelve Ancestral Witches in the Great Desolate Heavenly Territory, wouldn't it mean that the Sanqing in the Huaxia Tianyu was transformed by Pan Gu Yuanshen?

But since the Twelve Ancestral Witches once dominated the Primordial Heaven Territory, they are at least the supreme powerhouses in the third step of proving the Tao.

But in Zhuo Wen's view, the Sanqing of the Huaxia Domain has never even stepped into the Dao. There is a huge gap between the two, and the time difference is also far away. Are the two really related?

All of a sudden, Zhuo Wen felt that all this was full of doubts, whether it was the Eight Great Heavens, the Xuanmu Heaven or the Primordial Heaven, he didn't seem to understand it at all.

"Too clear!"

Zhuo Wen thought of Taiqing, he knew that now he had to go to Taiqing.

For a long time, Taiqing has always had a low reputation and is extremely mysterious. Even now that Zhuo Wenxiu has reached the Realm of Realization of Death, thinking of Taiqing is still at a loss.

Zhuowen knew, Taiqing must know something.

"Brother Zhuo, congratulations. You have obtained this Gu worm. If you hand it over to the ancestor of Shanhe Temple, you may be able to obtain the specific cultivation method behind the three-pole realm." Ziwei Xingjun faced Zhuo Wen Hands in envy and authenticity.

Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "I will not give this thing to the Patriarch of Shanhe Palace!"

Ziwei Xingjun was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't react, and asked back: "Brother Zhuo, what do you mean?"

"If there is a method of cultivation in the future, I will exchange it with something equivalent. If the ancestor of Shanhe doesn't know a person, then why not destroy it?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhuo Wen emerged with a strong aura. Now Zhuo Wen has already stood at the peak of the eight heavens. Even if the ancestor of Shanhe is powerful, Zhuo Wen didn't pay attention at all.

The only ones who can really threaten him now are those who are truly powerful.

Ziwei Xingjun looked at Zhuo Wen with complicated eyes, and sighed in his heart, he found that he could not see through the white-clothed youth in front of him more and more.

"Brother Ziwei, take me to see the ancestor of the Shanhe Palace!" Zhuo Wen said to Lord Ziwei Xing.

Although Ziwei Xingjun wanted to persuade, but thinking of Zhuo Wen's strength, he had to swallow the words of persuasion, nodded and said: "Then leave the Wuji Taixu first! I think the things in the Wuji Taixu will be resolved soon. Spread the word, until we do that, it's best to play it safe."

Zhuo Wen smiled slightly, but did not speak. If it was before, Zhuo Wen would indeed be careful.

But now he won't, even if he doesn't rely on the avatar, the strength of the human deity has already stood at the peak of the eight heavens, and there is nothing in the eight heavens that can threaten Zhuo Wen.

When your strength has reached a certain peak, if you are still timid, you will really lose the heart of the strong.

This time Zhuo Wen returned to the Huaxia Domain again, and he had no intention of keeping a low profile.

When the two left the Wuji Taixu, the surrounding area of ??the Wuji Taixu was still as calm as before entering.

Obviously, the outside monks basically don't know what happened in the Wuji Taixu, but it will soon spread.

After arriving at the outskirts of Wuji Taixu, Zhuo Wen immediately contacted Lan Ji.

After a while, Lan Ji came to Zhuo Wen's face, nodded and bowed.

"Lan Ji, have you done what I entrusted to you?" Zhuo Wen asked casually.

He actually didn't expect Lanji to know about the gossip about Bu Yangshui, he was just asking casually.

Lan Ji cheered up, and quickly said: "My lord, I happened to get news about this gossip Bu Yangshui a few days ago!"

Zhuo Wen was taken aback for a moment, his eyes showed a touch of surprise, he looked at Lan Ji and said, "Really?"

"Hey, don't worry, my lord, the news that the villain inquired about is absolutely true!" Lan Ji said quickly seeing that Zhuo Wen was interested, and was also quite happy in his heart.

"That's right, you've done a great job, tell me about the gossip Bu Yangshui!" Zhuo Wen said.

Lan Ji nodded quickly, and immediately told the news about the gossip Bu Yangshui.

It turns out that in half a month, Taiqing Fairyland will hold an auction of Hundred Halls.

It is said that the Hundred Halls Auction will be held every hundred years, and each time is hosted by one of the Hundred Halls, and each hall will basically have its turn once. JrNovels.com