nucmednet Chapter 177 What nonsense are you spouting?
Chapter 177 What nonsense are you spouting?
This moment, this scene.
Even the surrounding mountains and rivers trembled, the wind and clouds changed color, and spiritual energy surged and churned.
The scene was terrifying beyond belief.
But what shocked those Great Luo Golden Immortals was that the Ancestral Witches before them were terrifyingly powerful.
Despite their overwhelming numbers, they barely managed to suppress these twelve people.
What they didn't know was that the Twelve Ancestral Witches hadn't even gone all out yet.
At least for now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches have only used the power of their physical bodies and their supernatural abilities.
He hadn't even activated or used the magical artifact in his hand.
It would be a mistake to assume that the Ancestral Witches focused solely on physical cultivation and possessed no spiritual treasures.
In fact, if the Ancestral Witches hadn't intentionally held back, and had simply wanted to stretch their muscles and have a fight, without any intention of fighting to the death, then...
Then these Great Luo Golden Immortals in front of us must have already suffered heavy casualties.
And so, the Great Immortals and the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought each other for hundreds of years.
At this moment, the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals also sensed that something was wrong.
The twelve people in front of them, although they were getting along very well with them, were only the three who had just left the holy land.
The other nine people all seemed extremely lazy, as if they were just going through the motions without putting in any effort.
They even had several opportunities to seriously injure their own people.
But faced with such an opportunity, the nine people simply watched quietly, even nodding politely at them.
This made these Great Immortals feel a little strange.
No, aren't they fighting to the death right now?
Why are you being so polite?
At this moment, after sensing the time, Dijiang gently pushed away a Grand Luo Golden Immortal in front of him with a palm.
Then he slowly turned his head and cast his gaze at Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Ru Shou, who were currently engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy.
He asked, "We've been fooling around with you for so long, isn't that enough? We still need to tidy up the dojo."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong and the other two suddenly came to their senses and retreated.
Seeing that Zhu Rong and the other two had made their choices.
Dijiang then turned his gaze to the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals before him.
He chuckled softly and said, "Fellow Daoists, may I have a word to say?"
After Di Jiang finished speaking, the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals in front of him couldn't help but frown.
But after hesitating for a moment, he also withdrew his hand.
They were eager to hear what Dijiang had to say.
If they cannot satisfy them, they will do anything, even at the cost of their own lives, to ensure the demise of some of the ancestral witches before them.
Let them know the consequences of defiling their sacred land.
And then they watched as the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals slowly stopped fighting.
Dijiang first bowed slightly to them, and then explained with a touch of solemnity: "Dijiang would like to apologize to all of you fellow Daoists. It was my younger brother who acted impulsively and did not tell you the reason for the matter. In fact, we did not occupy this Daoist field for no reason. Rather, this Daoist field was bestowed upon us by our elders!"
When Dijiang uttered those seemingly ordinary yet earth-shattering words, everyone present was stunned into silence.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
The expressions on the faces of the assembled Grand Luo Golden Immortals instantly became quite interesting.
After hesitating for a long time, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal finally mustered up his courage and cautiously asked the Dijiang group, "You... cough cough, forgive my impertinence, but may I ask... fellow Daoists, who is the elder you are referring to?"
His trembling voice betrayed the anxiety and unease that filled him.
Upon hearing this, Houtu immediately stepped forward.
She held her head high, her face radiating undisguised pride, and slowly spoke: "The Great God Pangu is our father god, and the elder we speak of is none other than the current master of the primordial world, the creator of this Daoist temple, the one you all call the Dao Venerable!"
Hearing Houtu's resolute words.
It was like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's minds, leaving them dizzy and unsteady on their feet.
For a moment, everyone couldn't help but shiver.
The group looked at each other, exchanging expressions of fear and disbelief.
You look at me, I look at you.
Then he turned his gaze to the twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him.
His face was completely bewildered.
At this moment, everyone felt like cursing.
If you have this kind of relationship, couldn't you have just said so from the beginning?
Are you treating them like monkeys?
If you had said from the beginning that this temple was bestowed upon you by the Daoist Master, would they still be spouting nonsense here?!
Dijiang knew what the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals were thinking, so he turned his head solemnly to look at Zhurong.
He spoke in a deep voice, "Zhu Rong, please apologize to all of you fellow Daoists!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong didn't say anything more.
She simply stepped forward slightly.
Scratching his head and chuckling sheepishly, he explained, "Actually, my elder brother initially wanted to explain to you, but I thought that since someone had finally come looking for trouble, how could we not have a fight to loosen up our muscles? We couldn't let this opportunity slip away."
"So, I spoke first, interrupting my elder brother's explanation, my purpose being to have a fight with you all, to spar with you..."
At this point, Zhu Rong bowed slightly to the group of Great Luo Golden Immortals with a very sincere attitude and apologized.
"I apologize, fellow Daoists, it was Zhu Rong's fault!"
Hearing Zhu Rong's explanation, Bo's mentality completely collapsed.
What the hell do you call a friendly exchange?
They're clearly after my life.
If it weren't for his decent physical strength, anyone else would probably have been smashed to pieces by Zhu Rong on the spot.
At this moment, Zhu Rong seemed to sense what Bo was thinking.
He immediately grinned, a hint of embarrassment on his face, and explained somewhat guiltily, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, seriously injuring you was truly not my intention. It's just that I encountered you right after I was born, and I thought your cultivation was stronger than mine, so I attacked with all my might, but I didn't expect..."
Before Zhu Rong could finish speaking, Di Jiang slapped her on the back of the head.
This directly interrupted Zhu Rong's next words.
Dijiang glared fiercely at Zhurong. "Look at what you're saying! Why are you spouting such obvious truths?"
Didn't you see how dark the face of the fellow Daoist in front of you has turned?
At that moment, Bo's face was frighteningly gloomy, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds, so black it was almost unrecognizable.
It was even darker than any other black thing in the world.
His face was contorted with bulging veins, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
As for his body, it began to tremble uncontrollably, like a broken sieve shaking incessantly.
Bo clenched his teeth tightly, squeezing out a series of chilling "crunching" sounds from between them.
A pair of bull-like eyes stared intently at Zhu Rong.
They looked as if they wanted to devour Zhu Rong alive.
Damn it, can't you speak properly?
If you don't know, then shut up!
What you mean by seriously injuring me was not your intention.
So you mean you think I'm too weak?!
Hey!