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"Got ......"

"Got it...... Got it......"

The sound of nature eased the irritability of the people who heard it, and the mood was suddenly a lot more relaxed.

The blazing summer wind swept through the heavens and the earth, bringing a wave of heat, and the hot sun hung high in the sky, and its scorching sun relentlessly baked the sky, making any life living under this sky feel as if living in a big steamer.

At the time of the strongest summer sun, the sun suddenly dimmed somehow, and slowly became the same as the night, with the heat that did not dissipate for a while, giving people a depressing, stuffy feeling, making people feel as if their hearts were being depressed, and it was very stuffy, and it seemed to make people breathless.

Somewhere in this dark land, a bright light suddenly lit up, and from the light brought by the lamp, it turned out to be a large tribe, full of savage atmosphere.

There is a large altar in the northeast direction of the tribe, in a circular shape, the whole body is blood-red, and it is full of all kinds of bizarre, hideous, terrifying, bloody beast heads, giving people a thick sense of blood, making people look shocking and creepy, and the whining wind blowing on the altar brings people a terrifying feeling, which makes people shudder.

"Is this the only fate of my witch clan!? Forever slaughtered by the Immortals!? Never be able to reproduce the glory of the past!? "In the midst of this dreary night, an old and desolate voice came from this altar, tearing up the ears and griefing the people around them.

"I'm not reconciled!! I'm not reconciled!! I'm not reconciled!! The old and desolate voice finally turned into grief and indignation, and it cried out loudly and echoed beyond the clouds.

Around the altar, there are countless people wearing animal skins, they are also standing there with sad and angry expressions, take a closer look, these dense about 100,000, men, women and children, at this moment they are layered around the altar, they are all motionless looking at the old man who is talking in the center of the altar, making the atmosphere at this time feel indescribable sadness and desolation.

At this time, the rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"It can't be such a fate!! There must still be hope!! There is definitely hope!! I want to find hope!! The old man in the center of the altar continued to shout in a voice of grief and indignation. The surrounding crowd listened, and some of them couldn't help but shed tears of grief.

"Now it's dark, the three wildernesses have opened, the heavy rain is coming, and the old man wants to count the sky again!" At the same time, the rain falling in the sky suddenly stopped, and then rolled backwards into the sky, and a strong storm blew in all directions, and the sky was covered with thunder, and from time to time it bombarded down outside the tribal territory, forming patches of pitch-black scorched earth, which made people feel quite shocking to see it.

At this time, there was no rain falling in the sky, and all the rain gathered in the sky, forming a huge transparent liquid Xuanwu, which immediately raised its head to the sky and roared miserably when it was just formed, and the sound was full of bitterness and sadness. All who heard it were moved and left with tears of grief.

Immediately after that, the blood-red altar emitted a dazzling red light, and a large amount of blood poured out from the beast heads that were sacrificed to the sky. In an instant, due to the inflow of blood, Xuanwu was dyed blood-red, making it a blood-colored Xuanwu.

Xuanwu's body trembled, roaring fiercely, and his body went straight to the sky like a meteor, as if he wanted to penetrate the sky and open a gap in hope.

Xuanwu flew at a galloping speed, and in an instant, it blasted through the sky, and its roar echoed between the heaven and the earth, making the heaven and earth shake, and the Xuanwu disappeared, the disappeared blood-colored Xuanwu, its mournful cry echoed in this heaven and earth, and it did not disperse for a long time, and a huge spatial rift appeared in the sky.

At the same time that Xuanwu roared through the sky, the hundreds of thousands of people around the altar pinched the trick with their hands in tears, and used their own cultivation to urge, spewing out a mouthful of blood, and then the blood came together with the cultivation power brought by these people's pinching, and gathered together in the sky, forming an incomprehensible blood-colored symbol, and then went straight to the spatial rift in the sky.

People watched as the blood-colored symbol flew higher and higher until it flew into the rift in space and disappeared. Then, the spatial rift began to vibrate violently, with a violent roar, and began to slowly close until it disappeared.

After the rift disappeared, there was another fierce wind in the heavens and the earth, lightning flashed in the air, and a blood-colored torrential rain poured down. The people of that tribe were covered with blood-colored rain on their heads and bodies, and the animal skins they wore were dyed blood-red, and the water in the animal skin tents and wells in the tribe was also dyed blood-red, and even the ground was flowing with blood-colored trickles, making people feel as if they were in an asura battlefield full of blood.

At this moment, the voice of Xuanwu that had just disappeared sounded between heaven and earth.

"Witch ...... Witch...... Witch ......"

In the center of the altar, next to the old man, there was another old man with a cane in both hands, his deep eyes were full of wisdom, his face was full of vicissitudes, and the two empty trousers of his lower body were fluttering in the wind, and it was obvious that he was a handicapped. At this moment, the old man was muttering, and if those who were close to him listened carefully, they would find that what he was muttering was exactly the same as the voice of Xuanwu in the sky.

Next to the disabled old man was a small Xuanwu back shell, which was glowing with a dazzling yellow light. The old man slowly climbed down from the cane with both hands, sat on the ground, and then he took out a bone knife in the shape of a dagger from his bosom, and carved the word 'witch' on the back of the Xuanwu.

After doing all this, he looked up at the sky, and then sighed lightly: "Hey......, Wu Ancestor, the old man has done his best, and whether he succeeds or not depends on the luck of the Wu clan." Hey......" At the end, the old man let out a soft sigh again.

After speaking, he pinched the trick with one hand, and urged Xiu Wei, and squirted a mouthful of blood at the 'witch' on the back shell of the Xuanwu, and those blood quickly gathered into the groove of the engraving after falling on the word 'witch', emitting a more intense blood, and drowning the old man's desolate figure in this blood.

At this time, another old man standing next to the disabled old man, that is, the old man who was angry and looking up to the sky and howling, said to himself sadly: "My longevity is running out, as a 1681st generation of Wu Gong of the Wu Clan, I hope I can see the day when the Wu Clan rises, I really ...... Hope to see ...... Really hope ......."