In a certain sense, the fifteen of them are the protagonists of this world, the biological sons and daughters of God, and their invisible authority is astonishingly great.

The demon clan that grew up after the creation of the sky after Bizhi Wanwu transformed into their own form had the first-mover advantage. Logically speaking, in terms of strength, they would naturally have the upper hand.

This is why no one in Sanqing dares to provoke him.

The original Taoist people kept saying that their brother was Pangu Zongzong, but no one would refute him.

Because, what he said is actually true.

Even Patriarch Hongjun, the Chaos Demon God who picked the biggest fruit of the Open Heaven, was delighted to see Hunter Xin, and accepted Sanqing as his disciple, indirectly gaining the power of heaven and earth, and thus plotting the way of heaven.

In Yang Lin's view, this approach is to borrow a house to climb a ladder. It is actually the same as the way Yang Lin accepted Xu Xian as his disciple in the White Snake World to gain the help of his luck.

Of course, in the process of preaching, the Sanqing did not suffer a loss. They became saints in the end and took the greatest advantage. Except for the Supreme Emperor, no one could suppress them. It was a win-win situation.

Compared to the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches fared worse.

The most important thing is that the Twelve Ancestral Witches have been affected by an unwilling turbid evil spirit in their blood. Generally, their muscles have grown into their brains, and there are not many sober and intelligent people.

It's not that they don't want to practice the way of the soul, but the talent points are originally in the bloodline and the body. To practice the soul is to do twice the result with half the result. Basically, they have no talent, and they can only tap the potential of the bloodline.

No wonder they are.

However, no matter whether their brains are smart or clumsy, in general, the heels are too strong and their talents are too amazing.

If they really fight to the death, they are actually very powerful.

You don't need to practice much on a daily basis, and you can directly grow to the level of the best master in the world.

Naturally, you shouldn’t think too much about becoming a saint. Being controlled by this world and having their power stolen by Hongjun, the Twelve Ancestral Witches basically have no way to achieve the status of saint in the prehistoric world.

However, based on combat power alone, even with bare hands, when the twelve ancestral witches have grown to their limit, no one among the saints dares to say that they can be defeated with certainty.

There are twelve great killers with unparalleled physical bodies, powerful bloodline and magical powers, and there are many of them. Logically speaking, the demon clan really can't defeat them.

In fact, in the competition between the two forces, if all foreign objects are excluded, the Witch Clan will definitely have the upper hand.

The demon clan is in great power at this time, and the reason is very simple. They all listened to the Tao and learned a lot of knowledge suitable for their own growth. Moreover, they also made good use of magic weapons for external purposes and took the road of gathering people to form formations to infinitely increase the power level of the demon clan group.

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And what about the Wu clan?

From the beginning to the end, it has been at the level of bare-handed fighting and hand-to-hand combat, and it is natural for it to be at a disadvantage.

However, if things continue to develop like this, in Yang Lin's view, as long as the twelve members of the Wu Clan are of the same mind and cannot avoid disputes, when they all grow up, the Demon Clan will still have a headache no matter how hard Di Jun and others manage it.

Who will win and who will lose is still unknown.

"Fellow Taoist, are you saying that our witch clan can win?"

When Hou Tu heard Yang Lin praising the Wu clan's heels, he felt generous and had a smile on his face.

She saw with her own eyes that Yang Lin, from an inconspicuous figure, had become the best in the world in just a few thousand years.

With the power of one person, he can resist hundreds of millions of demon cultivators without falling behind.

The views of this kind of person really need to be taken seriously.

Yang Lin pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Chang Xi beside him. Seeing that the laurel tree spirit was also looking at him with admiration and expectation, he decided to say a few words from his heart.

In fact, he really didn't want to see the Wu clan fall into such a miserable state.

According to the original development of the story, basically all the twelve ancestral witches are dead...

Even the back earth in front of you only combines the six paths with your body, transforms into reincarnation, is born in heaven and earth, and returns to heaven and earth. Only the soul is left to live and die with reincarnation and hell.

There is actually not much difference between living and dying.

It's like going to jail.

There is no longer any hope of moving forward.

Thinking of the scene in the early days of the human race, when the human race and the shaman race joined forces to form an alliance to fight against the demon race, Yang Lin decided to make a point.

"It will be difficult to win, unless you, the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan, can avoid civil strife and attack each other. The only one who can defeat you is yourselves."

This is ridiculous to say.

It actually means something.

Hou Tu lowered his head and meditated, feeling deeply.

"That's right. Even the twelve leaders of our Witch Clan can't be of the same mind, so how can we defeat the Monster Clan."

She thought about the long time ago.

In order to improve his strength, he worked hard to learn the knowledge of Qi Refiners, and despite the obstruction, he went to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermons and exercise his soul power crazily. In the eyes of others, this was not a betrayal.

‘I don’t want to either, but it’s actually very unwise to turn a blind eye despite knowing that the spirit training method of the Qi Refiner is very powerful and can use magic weapons to enhance strength.’

'Facts have proved that after listening to the sermon twice, although I have not learned the Yuanshen method and do not understand much about the rules of heaven and earth, my strength has improved significantly faster. Now I am among the twelve, not to mention

Ranked first, I won't lose to any of my brothers.'

Not only is Houtu's own strength, he has come from behind and has gradually surpassed the rest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, over the course of thousands of years, the descendants of the Houtu tribe's witch warriors and the younger generation of small witches and big witches are actually far more powerful.

Superior to the other eleven tribes.

This also leads to a situation that is easy to say but not easy to hear.

That is, for thousands of years, the Houtu tribe has not fought as many wars with the demon tribe as it has with other tribes of the Wu tribe.

The number of Houtu tribesmen fighting to the death against fellow warriors from the Wu tribe has been increasing year by year.

Houtu is really worried that if one day, the Houtu tribe is attacked by the demon clan with all its strength, will the other eleven tribes just watch with cold eyes and not help?

What Yang Lin said was still unfinished, but Hou Tu no longer asked in detail.

She had already understood the profound meaning of what the other party said.

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This is the helpless situation.

"Taoist brother Mulan's eyes are like a torch. Sure enough, every word is precious. I will remember it. I will gain something in the future. I owe it all to my fellow Taoist for giving me today..."

Hou Tu first imitated the Qi Master and made a Taoist bow, and thanked Yang Lin for his guidance. Then, feeling a little embarrassed, he said: "To be honest, I have accumulated some doubts over the thousands of years of listening to Taoism."

, if you can’t get the answer, can you please ask fellow Taoists to use all their methods and discuss the Tao.”

'If you say this, I won't be sleepy anymore.'

Yang Lin was overjoyed when he heard this.

It was rare to meet a good opponent. Just now, he was still thinking about whether he should come up with the idea of ​​​​a competition and gather some wool from Hou Tu's body.

When Zixiao Palace listened to the sermon, his martial arts points were completely depleted. At this time, he was completely destitute and felt unhappy.

If we could replenish some here in Hou Tu, and then find an opportunity to go to the other ancestral witches to replenish some, wouldn't everyone be happy?

"Come on, come on, fellow Taoist Hou Tu, don't be polite. Feel free to take action. You can use all the martial arts, magical powers and combat skills. I will follow them all."

"puff……"

Hou Tu couldn't help but laugh: "Fellow Taoist Mulan is unexpectedly aggressive. He is more bloody than my witch clan. He is not afraid of sister Chang Xi's jokes anymore."

Chang Xi has now reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian, and her self-confidence has also been greatly improved. After hearing this, she immediately gave up the field, flew three hundred miles, and said with a smile: "What's the point? Mulan trees can fight well, and they just won't be beaten.

Being bullied makes people feel safe."

She was encouraging, but she was laughing in her heart: "You dare to attack my Taoist companion in person, but I don't know which cultivator would like the brave and fierce Kun Xiu? I beat him every day, and my head is broken."
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