Tang Quan walked out with Xiaolonglin in his arms, and when he appeared again, he had already reached an extremely huge valley. There were millions of fur-clad monks in this valley. Just when Tang Quan appeared, twelve loud roars came from the valley, and then twelve figures appeared around Tang Quan.

There were only two women in these twelve figures, one of whom looked like cold frost, and the other was a little gentle. They were all wearing short leather jackets and looked very fit.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches... and the Innate Witch Tribe tribe, well... Not bad, not bad."

Tang Quan looked around and muttered. A big man standing in front of Tang Quan flashed with cold light and shouted:

"This is the land of the witch clan. No matter which innate demon god is in the foreground, you are trespassing our territory today. It seems that you are sending meat to your door."

The Witch Clan eats people? No one is there yet. Whether it is the innate demon god or birds, beasts, scales and armor, they will turn into human form when they reach a certain level. Except for not eating the life within the witch clan, any other transformed creatures and non-transformed creatures are their meals.

Tang Quan looked at the twelve ancestor witches jokingly. Their cultivation level was the Taiyi Jinxian realm. He could even destroy the entire witch clan in the valley with a slap. However, he was not here to kill the witch clan. At least the witch clan was still flowing with Pangu's blood, so he could not do anything to kill randomly.

"If you hadn't seen that you were contaminated with Pangu's bloodline, I would have beaten you back to your original form and fed me with Longlin, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, don't you claim to be authentic Pangu? Come on, I'll say this leg hair to me."

Tang Quansheng Ruohong Zhong looked at the ancestor witches and witch tribes around him, and his hand shook the Pangu leg hair and appeared in his hand. Xiao Longlin grabbed the leg hair bento toy with his front paws and started playing.

This little dragon is born with only this pair of legs and hair. If Tang Quan had not returned to the prehistoric world again, no one would know how long Xiao Longlin, who had been extremely difficult to grow, could not live.

However, for leg hair, it is Xiao Longlin's best friend. It holds leg hair and shakes around, but all the witch tribes around, including the twelve ancestor witches, kneel down to the ground like a trembling heart.

The witch clan is just a trace of Pangu's blood, but this leg hair is the only real existence that Pangu left in the prehistoric world. The twelve ancestor witches looked at the leg hair and their faces changed constantly. They were planning to eat Tang Quan's leader, and shouted in horror:

"What are you doing with Pangu's true body?"

When the Witch Clan was born, it vowed to be a descendant of Pangu, and the emperor agreed, so they could not resist when facing a leg hair. Not to mention that they are now, even if they become the peak-level ancestral witches of the quasi-saint level, they would have no combat power when they saw leg hair.

Tang Quan put Xiao Longlin on his shoulders. He stared at the witch clans that only had millions of them in the valley. With a touch of the entire valley and all the witch clans disappeared into the prehistoric world and appeared in his world. At the top of the world, Tang Quan showed his figure and said to all the witch clans:

"I think you are Pangu's blood descendants, and this world is temporarily allowed to live in. When you become stronger, I will send you to a world where strong people are everywhere but wider. Don't think about leaving here too early. This world belongs to me. Unless there are innate saints among you, you will not be able to get out even if the world collapses."

After Tang Quan finished speaking, he disappeared. The twelve ancestor witches looked at each other for a while. The leader of the ancestor witch looked at the other ancestor witches and said:

"What do you think?"

What can you think? Everyone and the valley have been transferred to other worlds. Among them, the one who has the most calm face is one of the women. She smiled and said to the leader of the ancestor witch:

"Brother Dijiang doesn't need to worry. He has Pangu's leg hair, so it's easy to control us. There is no need for us to do anything. Although the spiritual energy in this world is not as abundant as the prehistoric world, the most important thing is that there is no other pressure. We will live a good life. Then we will see what world he will send us to."

"Miss Houtu is right. Since that's the case, let's survive in this world." Di Jiang nodded and said.

The Witch Clan was weak at this time and could only be honestly manipulated by Tang Quan, but they didn't know that this was Tang Quan who saved their lives. Almost at the moment when the Witch Clan disappeared into the prehistoric world, in the Chaos Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was originally empty, flashed in the Zixiao Palace. His eyes were a little confused and stared at the depths of the Chaos and murmured:

"The battle of the second largest catastrophe of the prehistoric world was actually cut off like this. What should I do?"

Hongjun stood there for a while, and his eyes glanced at the three thousand seats under his seat, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and murmured:

"Since the Lich Calamity has disappeared, those who deserve to die still want them to die. The Demon Clan of the Great Demon...it seems to be the time to split you."

Hongjun took a stroke of his abacus and hid in the thirty-three days before he was floating on the top of Buzhou Mountain. On the top of a mountain on the prehistoric land, two men in golden robes, with extremely burly figures, started arguing over a trivial matter.

One of the extremely handsome men said:

"Brother, we have invited the Great Saint of Nuwa to recover the Nine-tailed Fox clan. Why did you let Jiuying go again? Isn't this not to believe in the Great Saint of Nuwa?"

The other person looked extremely majestic, and his eyes were condensed and he said in a deep voice:

"Nuwa is not trustworthy. She has taken away so many birds and beasts during this period, but she secretly sucked the Yuanlings of these demon clans into the demon-striking banner she created. Do you think this is for our demon clan? She has no intention at first glance, and her brother Fuxi, who seems to be smiling, but in fact she is extremely sinister. Now she is hooking up with our subordinates every day, and something will happen sooner or later."

The handsome two are Taiyi, and the majestic one is Di Jun. The two brothers have vague differences because of the demon clan forces being formed. Taiyi is to use people without doubt, but Di Jun has to be on guard against anyone.

But to be honest, Di Jun's defense is indeed reasonable. At this time, the demon clan was led by him, Taiyi, Nuwa and Fuxi, and Taiyi didn't care about anything except practicing. Nuwa had already secretly controlled many races at this time, such as the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, which were actually controlled by Nuwa. If Di Jun wanted to order them to do anything, they had to pass through Nuwa.

Di Jun is a person who wants to do great things. He will never allow anyone to go against his will. Even if he is a brother who only knows how to practice, he is too stubborn every day. After hearing Di Jun's words, he glared at him and said:

"You don't even believe Nuwa anymore. Sooner or later, I don't even believe me. This demon clan has two hearts before it has been established. I don't think this demon clan can be unified at all. Since that's the case, you go to be your demon clan emperor, and I won't study these things with you in the east of the prehistoric world."
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