Chapter 219: Let the Witch Clan's Great Witch Become a Saint and Defeat the Gods

Ping Xin's sudden words directly gave Di Xin hope.

"What can I do? Tell me quickly."

The other saints also looked excited.

If the ancestral witch essence and blood can be found, then there is hope that the Sky Burial Coffin can be completely refined.

However.

"Kill the entire witch clan and gather the essence and blood of thousands of witch clans. Maybe we can reunite a drop of ancestral witch essence and blood."

Bangdang——.

As soon as these words came out, the saints were shocked on the spot.

Ping Xin is so cruel, he is even more cruel than the Human King.

"It's impossible. Kill the entire Wu clan? Who dares? Who can do it? Those are the descendants of Pangu. Even Gu can't deal with it."

Di Xin was almost scared to death.

Then he said:

"Besides, even if Gu Zhen can bear it, it is a witch clan. Although it is not as high as the lich calamity peak, it is still a huge number."

Di Xin really couldn't imagine killing the entire Wu clan.

What kind of scene will it be like in the prehistoric times?

And he is reluctant to give up. That is a very good fighting ability.

"No, you can't."

Di Xin instantly rejected the proposal.

Although he is ruthless, he knows how to choose.

But the area involved in this matter is too large.

A little carelessness will lead to disaster.

"When Hongjun attacked Samsara before, didn't he bring a large amount of witch essence and blood? What? All of it was consumed by him?"

Yes, Hongjun has a lot of ancestral witch essence and blood in his hands.

And he hasn't escaped yet.

Even if a lot is consumed, there will still be some leftover.

But the leader of Tongtian Cult shook his head.

"it's useless."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Pingxin on the side immediately explained:

"Houtu forcibly activated the Sky Burial Coffin and suppressed Hongjun, but the ancestral witch essence and blood in Hongjun's hands were also suppressed."

Damn it

Doesn't this mean that apart from massacring the witch clan, the Sky Burial Coffin really cannot be activated?

At this moment, Di Xin felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

"Damn, damn it."

Angry, madly angry.

At this moment, Di Xin was really at a loss.

"What to do? What to do now?"

Looking at everything in front of him, Di Xin roared angrily:

"The saints of the human world and the earth are dying, their lifespan has expired, and they can no longer fight. Although the saints of the heaven have suffered heavy losses, they still have fighting power. Moreover, Hongjun has opened the Zixiao Palace to recruit disciples and complete the throne of the heaven. Jun wants to prove that there will be thirty-two saints together with the saints of heaven and the corpses of good and evil, but what about us?"

Yelling crazily, he said:

"Although we have saints, we have no power to fight anymore. If we can't activate the sky burial coffin, we will be dead."

He let out a loud roar, then seemed to deflate.

Di Xin slowly sat down.

This time, I encountered an unprecedented crisis.

More than thirty-three days.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun preached and was frantically cultivating saints.

But what about myself.

"Human King, we will also increase the number of saints."

But Di Xin shook his head.

“Treating the symptoms but not the root cause, even if it can be increased, it will be too late.”

Hongjun preached that it would take many years for them to become saints at the fastest speed.

It is very likely that it is ten thousand years, or more than one hundred thousand years.

Otherwise, why use the method of enlightenment in dreams?

But Di Xin is pressed for time.

"Time, after all, is still time. If time comes, everyone in the Yin Shang Dynasty will become a saint with magic power, so why should we be afraid of the saints of heaven? It's just a pity, a pity."

This is said by the authentic and humane saint, who is also a bit dull.

Only the leader of Tongtian Cult was relaxed.

Anyway, I have given up everything, and I don’t have a few more years to live.

If there is another war, then it is over. If there is no war, then enjoy the next few years.

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

Weng——.

Suddenly, the Sky Burial Coffin erupted with ripples again.

But no one paid attention.

However, Pingxin suddenly raised his head.

"There is a way. We have saints. We can achieve several saints in the shortest time."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed as if a pot had exploded.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Di Xin stood up suddenly, this was a life-saving straw.

He only heard Ping Xin say:

"Just now I felt something in my heart. If you want to become a saint, the key is to look at the witch clan."

Di Xin frowned when he heard this, and calmed down in an instant.

"To be fair, after thinking about it, it's definitely not the massacre of the Wu clan."

"What the King said is true."

He nodded and said:

"Let the great witch of the witch clan become a saint."

"What? Great witch?"

"That's not right. Isn't the great witch dead? This"

Indeed, after the Twelve Great Witches killed the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, they were finally destroyed by the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation.

The dead cannot die anymore.

Everyone was confused.

"Ping Xin, what exactly do you want to say? Just say it."

He only heard Ping Xin say:

"Everyone, the great witch I am talking about is not a recent one, but the true great witch of the witch clan, the great witch who came out of the heart of Pangu and the mane of Pangu's blood pool."

In an instant, some pictures emerged in the mind of Tongtian Cult Leader and Ancestor Styx.

"Hingxin, are you talking about Xingtian, Chiyou, descendants, Kuafu and so on?"

He nodded and said:

"That's right. Although we can't revive all of them, we can revive a few of them. Once these great witches become saints, they can completely resist the saints who have proved the way of the heavenly laws."

Hope rose.

Ping Xin then explained:

"Take Xing Tian for example. His head was chopped off, but he still didn't die. In the end, there was the legend of Xing Tian dancing with Gan Qi. There was also Chi You. After being killed by Huang Di, his body was buried in various places in the prehistoric world. There was also Hou Yi, and..."

He said a lot in a row.

Di Xin instantly remembered some legends of his previous life and slapped his thigh suddenly:

"So that's it. I remember it now."

Standing up, Di Xin seemed to have found the key and said:

"Xing Tian is immortal. As long as his head and his body are found and reassembled, the power of the god of war can be reproduced. There is also Emperor Chi You. As long as Chi You's body is recalled, Chi You will be resurrected."

Di Xin was excited.

Not to mention anything else, just these two killing gods once resurrected

As long as he becomes a saint, he will probably attack Zixiao Palace directly.

It's really too violent.

"That's right, what the Human King said is right."

All of a sudden, all the saints got excited.

"Pingxin, why didn't you say it earlier? You are deliberately playing with your heart."

But Pingxin was a little embarrassed.

"I really didn't think of it before. If it weren't for the vibration from the Burial Heaven Coffin just now, I wouldn't have thought of it."

Uh.

After hearing this, Emperor Xin suddenly looked at the Burial Heaven Coffin.

"Hou Tu, you are not dead, right."

Weng——.

Suddenly, waves came from the Burial Heaven Coffin.

All of a sudden, Emperor Xin got excited, and all the saints got excited too.

Hou Tu is not dead, so there is hope for everything.

But Emperor Xin was also very anxious.

The Burial Heaven Coffin can feel the outside.

Strictly speaking, Hou Tu can feel the outside through Pingxin.

But he can't express what he wants to say.

At most, he can give Pingxin a simple hint.

But not every time can affect the outside.

Emperor Xin had already guessed the key point.

He also knew that it was not realistic to rely on Hou Tu now.

He could only start making arrangements.

"In that case, let's start the action and revive the God of War Xing Tian and the Demon God Chi You."