Chapter 5371 The Power of Terror

The meeting cave is very large, and in the cave is a stone statue of Pangu holding the giant axe of creation.

There are three stone chairs under the stone statue. The high priest Pan Haiyu and the great patriarch Pan Xuanchi are sitting on the stone chairs on both sides.

The stone chair in the middle is empty.

The eight great Sumerus are also clearly divided.

Xianyao, Guo Bier, Wu Se, and Li Ziye are sitting together.

Hua Wuyou, Ghost King Xue Tian, ​​Hunyuan Patriarch and the mysterious woman are sitting together.

Many masters of the Pangu clan are sitting at the bottom.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the meeting cave has become a little tense.

Those Pangu clan masters stood up one after another.

Some strong-tempered clansmen have silently grasped their magic weapons.

They are the gods, the descendants of Pangu, the great god of creation.

They have noble blood.

Being attacked by eight great Xumi today is the greatest humiliation that Pangu Clan has never suffered in millions of years.

Even though they all know that the eight uninvited guests in front of them are all great Xumi, they still have no fear.

These eight people have a certain advantage in a single fight, but this is Creation Island, the base camp of Pangu Clan.

There are thousands of heavenly beings and immortal realm masters outside ready to fight.

No matter how powerful these eight people are, it is impossible for them to leave Creation Island alive.

The high priest and the great wizard wanted to keep things quiet and were unwilling to conflict with these masters from the three realms who came to the Forget Love Sea to search for treasures.

But their bottom line is just to let these people go to the island, and they will never take these people to visit Creation Island at will, let alone let the Xumi realm masters visit alone.

There are too many secrets hidden on this island.

It even concerns the life and death of this world.

If Li Ziye, Hua Wuyou and others really want to force their way in, Pangu Clan can only suppress them by force.

Hunyuan Patriarch said calmly: "Is this the way you Pangu Clan treats guests?"

This old guy, although he can't beat Yao Xiaosi, doesn't mean he has no means and no strength.

Being treated as a guest of honor by the Western Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, and sending his most precious little daughter, Princess Xiaoqi, to him as a disciple, shows how strong this man's cultivation is.

He came here this time to represent the Western Emperor camp.

In addition to wanting to get his hands on the Wood God's relics, the Western Emperor is also very interested in the secrets guarded by the Pangu Clan.

Hunyuan Patriarch certainly doesn't want to go back empty-handed, and he must bring back some useful information about the Creation Island before he can report to the Western Emperor.

Pan Shi Haiyu said: "The so-called guest follows the host's will. Since you are guests, you must follow the arrangements of the host here.

Creation Island is the place where our Pangu clan reproduces and thrives. Some places involve the secrets of our clan and are not convenient to be opened to outsiders. Please forgive me."

Xue Tian said: "What if we must go around the island? High Priest, with the eight of us, is it not enough for the nobles to open the Creation Island to us?"

Pan Shi Haiyu and Pan Shi Xuanchi slowly stood up.

The expressions of the two were very solemn.

Xue Tian's words must be very obvious. These few people will not honestly drink and eat meat here until they leave. They will definitely do something weird.

Many tribesmen in the cave have begun to shout loudly.

The tribesmen gathered outside the cave, hearing the movement inside, also took action.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a vague female voice sounded in the discussion cave.

"This fellow Taoist has such a great tone. Your ghostly magic should come from the underworld."

The voice was not from Pan's Haiyu. They all looked up at the top of their heads.

The space above began to distort and change, and the deep red color gradually emerged.

Then, the distorted space began to rotate, forming a blood-colored vortex with a diameter of more than ten feet.

Everyone had different reactions when they saw this blood-colored vortex.

The sharp eyes of Pan's Haiyu and Pan's Xuanchi suddenly relaxed a little.

The others were mostly at a loss.

Only the mysterious woman who had been sitting on the stone chair drinking had a flickering look in her eyes and slowly put down the wine glass.

For the past ten hours, this woman had been acting careless.

At this moment, seeing the blood-colored vortex, her face finally changed.

Seemed very surprised and surprised.

Xue Tian reacted and said, "I am Xue Tian, ​​the ghost king under the throne of Hades. The fairy's Taoism is profound, why don't you show up to see me."

"Xue Tian? I haven't heard of it. Not to mention you are a small ghost king, even your master Hades has to kneel down and worship me when he sees me."

Xue Tian's expression sank.

The expressions of everyone also changed.

They could feel that this mysterious woman's Taoism was not inferior to theirs.

At this level, she would never speak nonsense.

Xue Tian said coldly: "You are really joking. Hades is the master of the underworld. Even if you meet the master of heaven, you don't have to kneel down and worship."

The woman next to him suddenly spoke, saying: "Xue Tian, ​​you'd better believe her words."

Xue Tian frowned and looked at the woman.

Others also looked at her.

The woman stood up, although reluctantly, but still knelt on one knee, stretched out her right arm, and put her palm on her left shoulder.

He bowed and said, "Meet the controller."

"Controller?"

Hearing these three words, Hua Wuyou, Hunyuan Patriarch, and Li Ziye all stood up.

Xian Yao, Wu Se, and Guo Bier were very casual, and seemed to have no idea what the three words "controller" meant.

Ancestor Hunyuan seemed to have thought of something, looking at the bloody vortex, he said in a lost voice: "This... This is the power of the Blood Bagua! You... You are Miao... Miao Shui! It's been 160,000 years! You are not dead!"

Xue Tian's face was pale, and he was even more pale when he heard the words of Ancestor Hunyuan.

He came from the underworld, so of course he knew the history of the underworld.

Miao Shui, the controller of the Asura Realm 160,000 years ago.

In the history of the six paths for tens of millions of years, there was no Lord of Heaven at all.

The six controllers dominate the world of the six paths.

After the fall of the Wood God 160,000 years ago, the controller system that had been passed down for tens of millions of years was terminated, and replaced by the world masters of the three realms.

Miao Shui inherited the main artifact of the Asura Realm, the Blood Bagua, and is the supreme ruler of the Asura Realm.

In terms of subordinate relationship, Miao Shui is not dead, and the Blood Bagua is still in her hands. She is already the controller, and the Hades, Meng Po, and Ksitigarbha, who is active in the Asura Sea of ​​the underworld, are all her subordinates.

Xue Tian was struggling in his heart.

He was from the underworld, and he had to kneel down to pay his respects to the controller. If he didn't kneel, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He was not afraid of Miao Shui.

He was afraid of the Blood Bagua, the main artifact of the Asura Realm in Miao Shui's hand.

Sure enough, when Xue Tian was struggling in his heart, a terrifying pressure fell on him like a huge mountain.

With his cultivation, he was unable to block it, and was directly bent by the huge force.

With a bang, Xue Tian knelt heavily on the ground with both knees, and the stone slab blessed by the magic circle was also cracked.

It is conceivable how terrifying this pressure is.

Strangely, this terrifying pressure seemed to be only directed at Xue Tian, ​​and no one else felt any discomfort.

Miao Shui said coldly: "If you don't kneel before the controller, I can cut off your roots and annihilate your soul. Considering that you don't know my identity, I will let you go this time." After saying that, she paused and continued: "Meng Po, if you are not in the underworld to protect the operation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pool, what are you doing in the human world?"