I saw that the other ancestral witches appeared in their original forms together, and they all turned into giants, and then they took up their own positions, connecting their bloodlines and breaths with formations, and a powerful chaotic-colored light rose to the sky.

When the light disappeared, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had lost their traces, leaving only a majestic giant as high as nine thousand miles, the giant with angry eyes and a giant axe in his hand, looked down at Xiao Peng, who was like an ant in his eyes at this time.

Xiao Peng sneered and shouted again: "Long." ”

The body, which was originally only a hundred miles in size, grew wildly again, and soon broke through thousands of miles, and the giant became a small point again.

The Twelve Ancestors saw that none of the giants they had condensed with the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array were as tall as Xiao Penggao, and their momentum was immediately frustrated, in their cognition, it was that whoever was taller and bigger was stronger.

Now they are inferior to Xiao Peng in physique, and Xiao Peng's free fighting left a deep impression on them, knowing that they are never Xiao Peng's opponents, they have to stand in place awkwardly at the moment, unable to advance or retreat.

If they didn't make a move, Xiao Peng naturally wouldn't take the initiative to attack, but looked at the giant in front of him with a complicated expression.

Xiao Peng was stunned for a long time, and finally sighed deeply, waved his hand to the giant, then collected the supernatural powers, and retracted back to the normal size, the twelve ancestors and witches were also secretly relieved when they saw this, and went down the steps, followed the withdrawal of the formation, and turned into twelve people again.

After changing back to his original form, the Twelve Ancestors found Xiao Peng standing with his hands in his hands, looking up at Buzhou Mountain and not knowing what he was thinking.

Out of respect for the strong, they didn't dare to interrupt Xiao Peng's thoughts, and just waited quietly on the side, and Fu Xi also took the opportunity to flash to Kong Xuan and the side of the Feather Wing Immortal.

Xiao Peng's stop was half an hour, he sighed again, turned around, and said to the Twelve Ancestors in a low voice: "Do you know how tall Pangu Daoist Friends were when they were the oldest?"

Hearing the words "Pangu Daoyou", the twelve ancestors were shocked, looked at each other in shock, and then looked at Xiao Peng with a thick look of awe in their eyes.

Xiao Peng didn't expect to hear the answer of the ancestors, and said to himself in a somewhat ethereal voice: "It's 90,000 miles, how high this day is, how high he is, although your Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array has condensed Pangu's true body, its strength is only one percent of his." ”

Di Jiang cautiously asked Xiao Peng, "Dare to ask what is the relationship between my predecessors and our fathers......

When Xiao Peng heard this, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he said leisurely: "When I was in the chaos, I witnessed Pangu Daoist Friend open up the world and fight against two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Chaos Demon Gods who wanted to stop him with the power of one person. ”

"Do you know what a Chaos Demon God is? that's any one of them, and it can kill Hongjun. ”

At this time, not only the ancestral witches, but even Fu Xi and Kong Xuan Feather Wing Immortals looked at each other in horror.

Xiao Peng ignored them, and still recounted the events of the year to himself, "Pangu Daoyou slaughtered 2,999 demon gods with one enemy, and only forty-nine remained. ”

"But the desolate world he opened up has not yet stabilized, and he sees that the heavens and the earth are about to close again, and he consumes too much, and he is really tired, and in the face of the last forty-nine demon gods, Pangu Dao is powerless. ”

"At that time, I saw the eyes of Pangu Daoyou, which was a deep regret for not being able to open the world, and a reluctance to this world, I was touched by that look, so I decided to help him. ”

"I stepped forward to take over the forty-nine demon gods for him, so that he could have the opportunity to continue to open the world and fulfill his wish. ”

"It's a pity that my strength is not as good as Pangu Daoyou, and in the face of the forty-nine demon gods, I have no strength left to help him in other aspects. ”

"In order to stabilize the heavens and the earth, he did not make the heavens and the earth close again, and supported the heavens and the earth with his body, I don't know how many tens of thousands of years have passed, I finally killed all the Chaos Demon Gods, and this side of the heavens and the earth has also stabilized. ”

"Ninety thousand miles, this is the height of heaven and earth, and it is also the height of Pangu Daoyou, but at this time, ...... He's run out of oil. ”

"Pangu Daoyou entrusted me to protect this world on his behalf, and never let any living creature destroy him, I promised him. ”

Seeing that I agreed, Pangu Daoyou passed away with a smile, and with his own body, he turned into this desolate world. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Peng pointed to the Buzhou Mountain that connected heaven and earth, and said to the ancestors: "This Buzhou Mountain is the spine of your father, even if he dies, he still has to support this heaven and earth." ”

"That's why I've been living here since I entered the famine, in order to protect it from any damage. ”

"If it is destroyed, not only will the spine of your father be destroyed, but the world for which your father and God have given their lives will also suffer a catastrophe, and I will never allow this to happen, and whoever dares to do something bad to the mountain, I will want him to die. ”

After saying the last sentence, Xiao Peng subconsciously glanced at the co-worker, which made the co-worker inexplicable.

As the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang suddenly bowed to Xiao Peng and shouted: "We are willing to follow our predecessors and jointly defend Buzhou Mountain, as long as we wait for a breath to survive, we will never let Buzhou Mountain be damaged in the slightest. ”

As soon as Di Jiang finished speaking, the other eleven ancestral witches also knelt down one after another, according to Xiao Peng's seniority, it was not an exaggeration for them to call him uncle.

Bowing down to him, they were like bowing to their father, and the ancestors and witches who did not even respect the way of heaven did not have the slightest awkwardness in their hearts, and shouted in unison: "Swear to defend the mountain to the death." ”

"Uh......"

Xiao Peng looked at these ancestors a little dumbfounded, and a bad feeling appeared in his heart, this time he seemed to be ...... Play big.

Looking at the blood-boiling look in the eyes of the ancestral witches and the reverence for him, the words of rejection came to their lips, but they couldn't say it anyway.

Xiao Peng wanted to cry without tears in his heart, originally it was just because he saw Pangu's true body again, which triggered the emotion in his heart, and the question of adding Shenjiang happened to be asked in this place, Xiao Peng also said the things of the year, more of a kind of remembrance, a kind of mourning for Pangu.

Who knows, but it inspired the endless worship of the Father God by the Twelve Ancestors and Witches, and they, like the Sanqing, have always regarded themselves as the queen of Pangu and are proud of the authenticity of Pangu, so after listening to Xiao Peng's words, they did not hesitate to join the ranks of protecting Buzhou Mountain and maintaining the desolate land.

What can Xiao Peng do? Could it be that this is my responsibility and has nothing to do with you? He couldn't say this.

However, Xiao Peng's helplessness was only a moment's work, and then he figured it out, he is a wastelander, and the world is not one or two, so what if he is willful?

Thinking of this, Xiao Peng was no longer entangled, nodded to the Twelve Ancestors, and said solemnly: "Okay, you are also filial piety, so I won't say anything." ”

"But there is one thing, I welcome you to join in protecting Buzhou Mountain and maintaining the desolate world, but if you want to expand your territory or something, I won't care, and if you encounter any enemies, you will use your own strength to face them, and I will not interfere either. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Peng's face softened slightly, and said: "But as your elder, I will also pass on some magical skills that are suitable for you to you as appropriate, and your fate is in your own hands." ”

The others can be said to be feelings, but this sentence is a real benefit to the Wu clan, the twelve ancestors were immediately overjoyed, bowed down again, and said in unison: "Thank you, seniors." ”

"Get up, Fu Xi, you go back and tell your sister that you are safe, and don't be so reckless in the future, so as not to worry her." Xiao Peng glanced at Fu Xi sideways, and said a little angrily.

Fu Xi bowed slightly embarrassed, and then set up a retreat to look north, while Xiao Peng took Kong Xuan and Feather Wing Immortal to the Pangu Temple.

In the next few decades, Xiao Peng wandered in the lair of the Wu clan, teaching the ancestors some external kung fu, they have no mana, and their natural supernatural powers cannot be used like internal force, so they can't learn a mastery like the Eighteen Palms of the Divine Dragon.

The first thing he taught them was free fighting, a race that focused on hand-to-hand combat, a relatively simple technique that had been perfected in a matter of months.

So Xiao Peng organized several ring matches, but let the creatures in the ancient wilderness enjoy the cool feeling of watching boxing matches in later generations.

After learning to fight freely, Xiao Peng passed on the fist and foot kung fu such as Dahong Fist and Shadowless Foot to them, which greatly enhanced their combat effectiveness, and in the past thirty years, they have promoted the martial arts they have learned in the whole clan, and the combat effectiveness of the Wu clan has directly increased several times.

Thirty years later, Xiao Peng left the Wu clan with his apprentice and returned to his own valley, for the current situation of the Wu clan, he knew in his heart, the current territory is indeed not enough to feed the whole clan, expansion is inevitable, and it is also a necessary thing.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Eight Great Witches respectfully sent Xiao Peng away, and then began to expand outward.

With the martial arts skills taught by Xiao Peng, they no longer have to be shocked by their huge bodies when they encounter powerful enemies, and they go up directly to full of old punches, making the opponent doubt their lives.

After thousands of years of development, when the territory was enough to support the clansmen, the Wu tribe suspended its expansion, and it was easy to be attacked by the group if the expansion was too fast.

Twelve large tribes were commanded by the twelve ancestors, and there were countless small tribes under these large tribes, and as the strength of the Wu clan grew, when the territory was not enough, their expansion began again.

Thousands of years later, when the Flood Hundred Tribes came back to their senses, the Wu Clan was already extremely powerful, and the clansmen had a billion people, as if they had become the strongest clan in the Flood Wilderness.

Of course, it's just the first strong clan, and the first clan is not counted, no matter what period the first clan is always the demon clan.

And after thousands of years of hard cultivation, Kong Xuan advanced to the middle stage of Xuan Immortal, and the Feather Wing Immortal also broke through the realm of Da Luo and entered the realm of Xuan Immortal, and the five-color divine light and yin and yang qi became more and more powerful.

But Xiao Peng found that a faint evil aura began to permeate between heaven and earth, and he sighed in his heart, it seems that the day of the Lich War is not far away.