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"If that's the case, brother, we don't have any objections."
Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches looked at each other and restrained their evil spirits. At the same time, they looked at Tongtian apologetically.
"Then get out of the way now."
Tongtian smiled, and now he found out more and more that being a descendant of the Great God Pangu was really useful in the prehistoric continent.
If you had any other identity, you would have to fight fiercely if you wanted to get the blood essence from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches made way for Tongtian to pass towards the blood pool.
The closer you get to the blood pool, the more you feel a supreme and vast coercion that seems to be able to suppress the world.
And the sonorous and powerful beating of the heart, like the sound of the great road, can shatter all ghosts and monsters!
However, Tongtian was transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, and had a natural affinity with Pangu's heart. He ignored the pressure and walked to Xuechi.
He sat cross-legged, with his fingers flying, making countless mysterious hand seals, which turned into golden magic formulas, like a golden dragon, flying towards Pangu's heart.
"Give it to me!" Tongtian shouted.
The golden dragon absorbs water, opens its big mouth, emits infinite suction, and madly absorbs the blood flowing out of Pangu's heart.
The blood enters the golden dragon's abdomen, condenses and compresses, releasing immeasurable blood light.
After about ten breaths of time, Tongtian controlled the golden dragon to stop absorbing it and fly back to him.
Tongtian smiled and stretched out his right palm.
Yin!
The golden dragon raised its head, let out a dragon roar, then lowered its head and spit out a golden blood drop the size of a fist.
This is the essence and blood of the Great God Pangu!
After spitting out the blood beads, the golden dragon suddenly collapsed.
"It's done!"
The corner of Tongtian's mouth curved up, and he held the golden blood drop in his hand.
As long as he refines this blood bead, he can cultivate Pangu's true body.
By then, he will be able to break through the limits of his physical body and advance to the realm of the ultimate spiritual treasure! You don¡¯t even have to be afraid of quasi-sages!
He was already a little impatient.
"Thank you very much, brothers and sisters, for helping me. I'm done with the matter, so I won't bother you any more."
Tongtian immediately stood up and said goodbye to Dijiang and others.
He must practice, but he will never practice in Pangu Hall in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He doesn¡¯t have that habit.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches could not help but show a look of shame on their faces. When they saw that Tongtian was really just taking a drop of blood, they knew that they had misunderstood Tongtian.
In their opinion, Tongtian must be dissatisfied with them if he leaves in such a hurry.
So, they became anxious.
The ancestral witch has a strong temperament and a bold personality.
The enemy comes and is served with a big stick, and the friend comes and is treated with good wine.
If it was really because of them that the eldest brother Tongtian was forced away, they would be ashamed to death.
"Brother, wait a moment!" Hou Tu suddenly said.
Her voice is like an oriole emerging from the valley, it is so beautiful. Just four words, it feels like my ears are pregnant.
"Oh? What's going on, Miss Houtu?"
Tongtian stopped and turned around, looking at Houtu.
"Brother, it's rare for us to meet each other, why don't you stay a little longer?" Houtu said in a soft voice.
Tongtian couldn't help but smile and said: "The great catastrophe is approaching, and the poor Taoist is still eager to practice and make breakthroughs, so I won't bother you anymore and we will meet again next time."
The so-called catastrophe is both a crisis and an opportunity.
He is not worried about perishing in the catastrophe, but he wants to gain more benefits from the catastrophe.
So, just reaching the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian is definitely not enough.
Only the stronger he is in cultivation, the more benefits he can reap!
"Brother, do you want to use blood essence to cultivate your body?" Hou Tu asked.
"That's true."
Tongtian nodded and admitted that there was nothing to hide.
Hou Tu lowered his eyebrows and nodded, pondered for a while, and suddenly said in a firm tone: "Our ancestral shamans specialize in cultivating the physical body, and God Father also inherited a cultivation technique. If you don't mind it, brother, you can use it as a reference. We are brothers and sisters. A piece of heart.¡±
She knew that she could not save Tongtian, so she used Kung Fu to express their apology.
Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't expect Hou Tu to say such a thing suddenly.
However, they did not object. Instead, they agreed with their faces and hoped that Tongtian couldTake it.
If it were other monks, they would definitely not give it to them, but Tongtian and they are both descendants of Father God Pangu, and we are all our own!
When Tongtian saw this, the smile in the corners of his eyes couldn't help but grow stronger.
"In this case, it is better for me to be respectful than obey my orders!"
Don¡¯t take advantage of it, you bastard!
The Twelve Ancestral Witches have all offered their skills to his door, and if he refuses, he is simply a fool.
After all, when it comes to body training, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are the most professional!
Although this exercise may not be completely suitable for him, he can use it as a reference to deduce the exercise method that is most suitable for him.
He has already thought of the name of the deduced technique, and it is called Jiu Zhuan Xuan Gong!