Chapter 7: Respectfully Invite Father God to Be Reborn!! (Please Read!!)

Boom boom

The heavens shook, the sky changed color, and the Zhoutian Star Array could still maintain some light, but at this moment it became dim.

Boom boom

All living beings crawled on the ground, and even the Heavenly Dao Saint felt the momentum like a mountain pressing down on their heads at this moment, as if they didn't even have a chance to prepare.

"Heaven, Pangu's will."

"No, this is Pangu's breath."

Puff——.

The saints instantly vomited golden blood and sprinkled it all over the prehistoric land. Nuwa's red hydrangea was instantly beaten back to its original form and turned into a kite and fell directly to the prehistoric land.

"No——."

With a roar, Nuwa was unwilling, but facing Pangu's breath, she was still like an ant.

It is said that everyone below the saints is an ant, but at this moment, the saints realized that facing Pangu, even if it was a dead Pangu, even if it was just a trace of breath, the saints were still ants.

"Father God, I am your child, are you trying to take my chance away?"

The Taiqing Saint roared in anger, but Pangu's aura didn't buy it at all.

Puff——.

The same golden blood spurted out, sprinkled all over the prehistoric land, and the prehistoric land was nourished immediately, and those who were predestined all broke through quickly.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the two saints of the West were all suppressed and bowed their heads at this moment, but the Three Pure Saints knelt on the ground and couldn't move. No matter how awesome you are, you have to be a grandson in front of me.

"Is this Pangu's true body?"

Ye Yang raised his head with difficulty and saw that the figures of the twelve ancestor witches had long been fused into one. Although the twelve figures could still be seen faintly, a bigger figure wrapped them.

In this dark prehistoric land, a huge strong man pierced his body, holding the axe of the sky, with thirty-three days on his head and the prehistoric land under his feet, like a peerless god of war.

The sturdy body is extremely terrifying. Even Mount Buzhou cannot reach such a terrifying state. The dishevelled hair makes it look extremely wild.

Although this figure has not yet solidified, the mere appearance has made the saints of the prehistoric world kneel on the ground and unable to think of resistance.

As for those so-called great powers of the prehistoric world, they are not qualified to participate in such a scene.

Ye Yang was relieved and terrified at the same time. Fortunately, he found the right backer this time, but he was afraid that just a trace of breath was enough to make the saints of the Heavenly Dao kneel down, whether you are willing or not.

If a trace of breath can be so strong, then what about Pangu at his peak?

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was almost kneeled down by the pressure. If it were not for the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, he would probably lose face. Even the Zixiao Palace was faintly shaking.

Weng——.

A wave spread out, and a terrifying evil spirit rushed to all parts of the prehistoric land. Many hidden great powers woke up instantly. Even the innate demon god who was still alive in the depths of chaos suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a subconscious fear came over him instantly.

"Hmm? Pangu's breath?"

"This is impossible. Chaos was broken, Pangu fell, this is destined by the great way, but why is Pangu alive again?"

The Yin-Yang Patriarch, the Qiankun Patriarch, Yang Liu, the Time and Space Patriarch, etc. all looked at the prehistoric land, and what came into view instantly was a huge head that had touched the edge of chaos.

"This Pangu?"

"No, my Dao heart is beginning to be disturbed, damn Pangu, you want to kill us when you are alive, and you still make us worry after you die."

"Fellow Daoists, now Pangu has awakened, we still need to protect ourselves, quickly join forces."

Instantly, a barrier appeared in the depths of chaos, and the gods breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, Hongjun's projection had already appeared:

"Fellow Daoists."

Instantly, these remaining demon gods looked:

"Hongjun?"

"You can force it out?"

Ignoring them, Hongjun said:

"Chaos is broken, the prehistoric world has been formed, and fellow Daoists have a place to live. If Pangu awakens, the world will surely evolve into chaos. Fellow Daoists don't want to see this scene."

Yes, Pangu revived, and the entire prehistoric world evolved from Pangu's body. Once Pangu really came back to life, then the prehistoric world was destined to evolve into chaos again.

The Heavenly Dao cannot revive Pangu, but it is not strong enough to find the Chaos Demon God who is not dead yet to help.

"Fellow Daoists, give it a try. Once Chaos evolves, we will not have such a good life."

"In this case, let's do it."

Boom boom

At this moment, above the prehistoric world, two golden lights suddenly shot out, up to the heavens and the outer heavens, and down to the nine netherworlds.

"That is"

Ye Yang was horrified, only to see Pangu's two eyes began to flash with light, as if he saw through the nine heavens and ten earths. Although they were separated by trillions of kilometers, they seemed to be in front of him.

Finally, the four eyes met, and in an instant, Ye Yang seemed to fall into a permanent illusion, or entered Pangu's memory.

Boom boom

"I am the god of power, Pangu, and I will create the world today"

I saw Pangu's practice, the blue lotus of creation, the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and the creation of the world.

It may be a moment, or it may be millions of years. At this moment, Ye Yang experienced a lot.

Bang

Suddenly, two crisp sounds rang out, and Ye Yang suddenly woke up. Suddenly, he felt his whole body smooth, which surprised Ye Yang.

"What's going on?"

I just felt like I had finally grown up, and finally I didn't feel like I was being watched by my parents and teachers when I was a child.

It was as if I could really control everything about myself.

However, before Ye Yang could think about it, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

Hualala

In an instant, a terrifying suction force appeared, and the saints were unable to stop it.

"Not good, Pangu is absorbing blood and essence to be reborn."

"Look at the twelve ancestor witches, their blood and energy are being extracted."

It was horrifying to see that at this time, the blood and essence of the twelve ancestor witches in their bodies, like a surging river, quickly broke out and rushed straight to Pangu's phantom.

"Damn it, Pangu is resurrected, we must not let him resurrect."

However, the Three Pure Ones also felt that their souls were being forcibly extracted at this moment.

"Oh no, brother, my soul is being torn apart, is this going to return to the embrace of the Father God?"

"No, I don't want to die, I am a saint, a saint——."

The Three Pure Ones were horrified, and they resisted one by one, but what could they do? However, the witch clan was open-minded. The twelve witch ancestors knelt down and allowed Pangu's phantom to absorb the witch's blood.

"Please resurrect Father God."

The difference between the two was immediately apparent.

Rumble

The primordial chaos began to evolve. The saints were kicked by Pangu's breath, especially the Three Pure Ones, who were being pulled away.

Not to mention Nuwa, who had vomited a lot of golden blood at this moment. It is estimated that females are born with a large amount of blood.

At this moment, the heavenly secrets were completely chaotic. The way of heaven had begun to resist Pangu's breath with all its strength, and there was really no time to care about anything else.

On the other hand, Ye Yang felt oppressed because of the protection of the witch clan, but he was still able to hold on. However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Human Ye Yang, the heavenly secrets are chaotic at this moment, and the order is collapsing. It is the best opportunity for your human race to get rid of the control of the saints. Why don't you swear to achieve the position of the ancestor of the human race?"