Su Mo, who had left before, did not leave Buzhou Mountain, but went straight towards a place in Buzhou Mountain.

He did not choose the imperial sky and used the escape technique, Su Mo just walked on foot.

But the speed does not have to be half a little slower in the air, and one step out is hundreds of thousands of miles.

For the previous battle, Su Mo did not give birth to any arrogance.

It's just bullying a group of children who have not yet grown to a full body, what pride to talk about?

Originally, I just wanted to take the opportunity to test the bottom line of the avenue, and it would be better if I could get rid of a few in advance.

And what he has to do next is undoubtedly much more important.

Buzhou Mountain was transformed by the backbone of the Pangu Great God after the fall of the heavenly god, supporting the sky and basing itself on the earth.

The first sacred mountain of the flood barrens.

There are many great powers living here, countless caves, many blessed lands, and endless treasures, and many opportunities.

For these so-called treasures, Su Mo was a little invisible.

His real destination this time is in the very center of this Buzhou Mountain.

As the distance from the center of Buzhou Mountain got closer and closer, the distance Su Mo took one step also continued to shrink.

From hundreds of thousands of li in one step before, it gradually became 100,000 li, 10,000 li, 10,000 li, 100,000 li!

This is Pangu's legacy of will, or coercion.

There is no consciousness, just a simple disgust for the three thousand gods and demons.

From the center, the closer he was, the stronger the coercion Su Mo could feel.

It was as if in the center of this Buzhou Mountain, that Pangu Great God was really negative, standing proudly between heaven and earth again.

This coercion is endless and never stops.

When Su Mo entered the real center, it was as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

Walking here is like climbing the ladder to heaven.

No matter how far he walked, Su Mo could feel obvious legs and feet obstructed, like walking together in a swamp.

Even with his mid-quasi-saint cultivation, he was still struggling.

It can no longer be called a line, but is moving, moving in small steps.

But for Su Mo, all this is a kind of grinding, a kind of practice.

How high Pangu's realm is, Su Mo has seen some.

Those three thousand gods and demons were killed at will by Pangu like chickens, and it can be seen.

Pangu's oppression and resistance to Su Mo gave Su Mo a chance to cleanse his heart.

For countless thousands of years of cultivation, mind has been a factor restricting Su Mo.

This kind of factor may also be able to overwhelm people in normal times.

But if in the future, the saint is born, and the time under the saint is a dog, this problem will be infinitely magnified.

Su Mo, who noticed this, directly stopped using mana protection and did not use any supreme treasures.

But resist only by flesh!

After all, the will of this Pangu remnant is rootless, constantly weakening, and finally dissipating.

And Su Mo also reached his destination.

As far as the eye can see, the earth is boundless, endless mountains rise and fall, and many fierce beasts are rampant.

And in the heart of this mountain, there is a clearing.

This clearing was extremely empty, and it seemed that there was no existence, but in Su Mo's eyes, it was completely revealing.

Above this clearing is a magnificent shrine, which is simple and vast.

There was no prohibition, it was just a hidden array, and when Su Mo's divine thought came here, he saw that in the center of the temple, there was a huge pool of blood, bright red hot blood, and a lot of earth turbid qi flowing around.

And around this blood pool, there are twelve terrifying beings, cultivating, a group of people sitting cross-kneeled, between breathing, a large amount of blood qi and earth turbid qi in the blood pool is absorbed.

From time to time, there were rumbling sounds, and the aura of these twelve people became stronger and stronger.

"Sure enough, the twelve ancestral witches, or the witch clan, have long been born."

"Just chose to hide from the world?"

Su Mo's heart moved, and he slowly paced towards the temple.

This time, not to fight.

It's about buying and selling!

In the end, there are not many things that Su Mo can fear in today's flood famine.

That Dao Ancestor was naturally the first to bear the brunt, and there were only twelve ancestors left.

Gathering the power of the twelve ancestors, you can lay down the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array and summon Pangu's true body.

Before becoming a saint, this Pangu true body could still pose a threat to Su Mo.

After all, that level is still the power of a saint.

The Wu tribe in front of the Pangu Temple is not large, about the size of thousands of people.

However, the cultivation of these witch races is not bad, and they can be regarded as strong people in the flood and wilderness, and the mainstay of the family.

Houses made of huge stones, bonfires burning endlessly, and fierce animal meat hanging from the doorsteps of every household.

Even Su Mo saw many children of the Wu clan, running and playing everywhere.

Many of the men of the Wu tribe in their prime gathered together to boil their bodies and practice the unique magical powers or witchcraft of the Wu clan.

The Wu clan does not have a Yuan God and cannot cultivate, but it can beat the flesh.

Coupled with all kinds of magical innate powers, as well as their natural affinity to their respective avenues, the strength should not be underestimated at all.

In Su Mo's view, even if there are only these thousands of witch races, without the participation of the top combat power of the Lich sides, today's demon races cannot be their opponents.

After all, until now, the demon clan had not even occupied the Heavenly Court.

If you divide the number of qi under this avenue, it is a total of ten.

Today, these witch races are afraid that they can account for three or four points, the demon race accounts for one or two points, and the rest are those flood and desolation powerhouses and ten thousand races between heaven and earth

Looking at these witch clans who were beating their bodies with the most primitive methods, Su Mo's heart moved.

Maybe your chips can be increased again.

Su Mo's arrival was soon discovered by the Wu Clan.

He also did not think to hide the tracks, but generously.

Pacing, slowly towards the temple.

"Who are you?"

"Dare to enter the realm of my witch clan, and leave quickly without being blamed."

A burly giant man blocked in front of Su Mo, staring at Su Mo with a dead eye.

"This seat admires the great god Pangu, so it treats him with courtesy."

"But that's how you treat your guests."

Su Mo frowned, and a terrifying and inexplicable momentum instantly erupted, directly suppressing all the witch clans that were constantly surrounding them.

"Pavilion... Your Excellency, who the hell is it? "

The Angzang giant man's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth desperately, and only then could he barely speak.

Su Mo's momentum erupted, and it also woke up the twelve ancestral witches in the Pangu Temple.

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