Chapter 206 Yi

Wu Clan, Pangu Palace.

The sounds of violent quarrels continued to come from the main hall, followed by the pressure of the ancestral witches, and the idle people of the witch clan did not dare to approach at all.

Three thousand miles away from Pangu Palace, there were already thousands of big and small witches waiting in line for Dijiang to handle matters.

However, due to the pressure of the ancestral witch, no one dared to go in and report.

"Boss Xingtian, how long has it been?" A little witch asked a ten-foot-long man wearing black armor.

That black-armored man was the Xingtian Great Witch under the Zhurong Ancestral Witch, and he was also the ‘God of War’ of the Witch clan.

His reputation among the witch clan is very resounding. He once killed seven great Luo Perfects with one witch and one Qianqiang... and became famous in one battle.

"I'm not here either!" Xing Tian smiled shyly and scratched his head:

"But I'm just thinking about it recently, right? Zhu Rongzu is not that patient."

"Hey." Another eight-armed wizard sighed:

"It's been tens of thousands of years, and I don't know how Shebi Shizu is doing."

"Are you from the Shebi Corpse Ancestor Tribe?" A 'little witch' less than a foot tall frowned and said:

"I heard that this incident was caused by Shebi Shizu."

"Who are you, brother?" the great witch said in a daze.

"My name is Yi." The little dwarf wizard said calmly.

"It turns out to be Brother Yi from the Houtuzu tribe!" The great witch lowered his head and clasped his fists:

"Disrespect, disrespect."

Yi: "..."

Just, quite presumptuous.

Looking around, there is no one shorter than him.

even! The shortest little witch has to be ten feet tall.

The great witch scratched his head. Seeing that Yi was unmoved, he asked again:

"Why doesn't Brother Yi reveal his true form? He's really good at practicing the art of transformation!"

How presumptuous!

Veins popped up on Yi's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I didn't use the art of transformation, this is the true body."

The eight-armed wizard: "..."

The transformation of the witch clan is rather bizarre.

Some may have more special forms, while others may have direct Tao bodies, but the proportion is shockingly low, and there are only a few among the hundreds of billions of witch clans.

However, no matter what, it can almost always have something to do with the Taoist body. After all, it is the bloodline of Pangu God.

And Yi is the most special great witch in the witch clan today.

The moment he is born, he is a true Taoist body!

Although there are also little witches who are like this, he is the only one who is a great witch.

"Hahahahahaha." Xing Tian ruthlessly laughed:

"Yi, I just said that you are a little dwarf witch. How can we, the witch clan, have such a little guy?"

"Huh!" Yi snorted coldly:

"So what if I'm short? Do you dare to gesture?"

"I won't argue with you." Xing Tian waved his hand and said with a mean smile:

"I'm afraid you'll be blown away by one breath."

Yi was hardened, his fist was hardened:

"Are you capable of fighting my brother Kuafu?"

"Come on!" Xing Tian laughed loudly:

"Your Houtu tribe is really weird. First, there's Kuafu, who never knows the art of transformation and is as big as a mountain, and then there's you, a little witch."

Yi couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up and punched Xing Tian on the knee.

"Hiss!" Xing Tian was in pain and his pupils shrank:

"You don't follow martial ethics!"

"Humph." Yi turned around and folded his hands in front of his chest, saying in one breath:

"I'm small, but I'm flexible."

"What are you talking about? Two big witch bosses!" A little witch squeezed over, scratched his head and said:

"Our tribe doesn't know where to go hunting recently. Many of the places we used to hunt are gone. We haven't seen a single living person. Our tribe is about to eat tree bark. What should we do?"

"Simple." Yi said calmly, then grabbed two stones and threw them into the sky.

As soon as those two stones entered the sky, they were like wild horses running wild, running rampant.

boom!

There was only a sound of impact as the two stones collided and then dispersed.

All the witch clansmen were confused and looked at Yi with no explanation.

But Yi looked calm and calm.

"five."

"What are you doing?"

"Four."

"Huh?" Xing Tian was puzzled.

"three."

"two."

"one."

Yi finished speaking.

Only two piercing sounds were heard.

A space of about three feet collapsed.

A black hole emerged.

next moment.

Two three-foot-long sheep who had just entered the immortal level fell in front of everyone.

"Wiccan swears!" (automatically translated as F*ck)

"Witch language is foul!"

The necks of both sheep had wounds caused by a broken stone.

Yi raised the corners of his lips and chuckled lightly.

"Can it still be like this?" Xing Tian's eyes widened:

"How did you do it? Teach me!"

"You?" Yi raised his eyebrows:

"You can't, this is my talent."

After saying that, Yi took out the Braised Sheep Suit directly from the bracelet.

Then a fire came out of the palm, plucking the hair, burning the fire, dividing...

After a while.

Pour a mouthful of Houtu tribe’s spicy pepper and salt...

"Pour it~"

After a mysterious witch language, the aroma of meat overflowed.

The growling stomach and the sound of swallowing went up and down and never stopped.

"Give me a taste!" Xing Tian raised his hand to grab it, but Yi slapped him back.

"Want to eat?" Yi chuckled and said:

"If you want to eat it, go fight it yourself? Aren't you a big guy?"

"I was just kidding! It doesn't count." Xing Tian said, and took out a 'purple apple' from somewhere, and then reached out again.

A certain little witch was completely forgotten by everyone in the corner.

Not to mention the 'hot' outside, the Pangu Temple was also 'hot'.

The twelve ancestor witches sat in a circle, and at this moment they all felt a little 'tired'.

"I don't care, I just suggest to fight in the heaven." Zhu Rong said hoarsely, neither humble nor arrogant.

Dijiang's eyes were full of fatigue, and the helplessness could not be wiped away. He spoke hoarsely:

"How is Shebishi?"

Xuanming was slightly startled, and then said:

"Shebishi... can't wake up for the time being. The sun's true fire hurt his origin. He still..."

"What else did he do?" Dijiang asked.

"He also burned his blood, but..." Xuanming lifted Shebishi's arm. The 'white' lotus arm was full of burns, and there was a trace of black air in it.

"Just what? Finish it." Dijiang was intimidating without being angry.

Xuanming was very upset:

"When he burned his blood essence, his body was too weak, and he was poisoned by himself. The sun's true fire plus his original poison almost tortured himself to death."

Well, he wanted to laugh, Gonggong said he was about to laugh.

But, he must hold it back at this time!

After all, it was about his brother's life, so he couldn't laugh anymore.

"I'll do it!"

Gonggong waved his hand, stood up, and walked towards Shebishi.

A ball of 'Three Lights Divine Water' appeared in his hand, and he stuffed it into Shebishi's mouth.

"Is it enough? Is it enough, brother?"

Gonggong stuffed one ball in, and then another ball:

"If it's not enough, there's more, I'll give you enough."

"Brother Gonggong, stop it!" Houtu hurriedly stopped him:

"Don't take too much at once, this thing is very precious."

"It's okay." Gonggong sneered:

"How much he eats from me, he will have to spit it out for me when the time comes."