"Holy Ancestor!

The breath of heaven and earth does not lose its order,

If it goes out of order, it will be chaotic.

The sun cannot come out, the yin is forced and cannot be steamed, and the ground moves.

There is more than yin in the earth, and there is not enough yang in the sky.

Looking at the view of the present, yin and yang are disordered, and the time sequence has changed.

The world is down, and everything is out of order.

Lose oneself in things, lose one's nature in the vulgar, and invert the barbarism.

It is a great sorrow, and the view is sad.

The worries of the position, humble and noteworthy, first good to their bodies, and then help all barbarians.

The current clan survives, my body is not alone, and the moment of life and death in Guanze.

I implore the spirit of the Holy Ancestor to descend to the earth, cleanse the world, and save the people from danger.

I beg the Holy Ancestor, descend!"

The star-blood war knife was inserted into the void, and he knelt on the ground, bowing to the towering ancestral tower, his eyes full of scarlet fanaticism.

This is the Instrument of the Town's Boundary!

The Dinghai Divine Needle that has fallen from the view of Ze is the root of standing for thousands of years.

He is not his brother who hates the sky, that is the real controller of this ancestral tower, but he can also mobilize the power of this tower, and anyone who is in Guanze can mobilize the power of this ancestral tower.

The premise is that if this tower is recognized, other clansmen may be able to summon an ancestral spirit by sacrificing the essence of their whole body, such as the bloody man summoned by the small tribal chief who killed in the night, but he can summon half of all eight hundred and sixty-three ancestral spirits!

And there must be a premise for doing this, that is, chanting ancestral prayers.

With the bow of the five bodies of Yantian, the heaven and earth, which had just gradually calmed down, began to tremble again.

It's not that this small world is shaking, but this pitch-black Guanze is a barbarian ancestral tower!

Zu Pagoda across the long river of history, standing in this place for 10,000 years, the dark tower surface has not withstood the friction of the years, the dust is dark, there is no light, only the infinite height is left and smashes the legend of the past.

But with the obituary of Yantian's ancestors, it seems to have completely awakened at that moment.

It's as terrifying as a sleeping beast!

With this shudder, the stratus clouds that had just dissipated a little between heaven and earth suddenly appeared layer by layer, squeezing the black tower that was about to stand up, and the night looked at all this in amazement, not only him, but also Maldez.

This black tower towered over the heavens, but he had no idea that it was a town boundary weapon!

"I beg the Holy Ancestor, descend!"

Yan Tian bowed to the trembling black tower again, and the tower body suddenly emitted a deep black light, and all the people who saw this light stood on their hairs, and their souls were like falling into an ice cellar.

The night could sense the murder of this thing in the distance, but there was greed, timidity, panic, restlessness, jealousy, and ridicule in his eyes.

At this moment, countless emotions filled his eyes, making people ten thousand puzzled.

But as the only soul-type necromancer of this group of survivors, he knew that this was the greatest treasure in this world!

The one he robbed with Yi Lai was nothing more than a golden cellar.

This is the breath of the soul, a powerful and terrifying soul, overwhelmingly cleansing this world, and the night is familiar with this breath that makes the soul feel cold.

And this tower is actually a Horcrux!

A Horcrux 10,000 times more advanced than his oil-paper umbrella.

A dark staff is more important to a necromancer than life, and a good Horcrux is worth more than 10 million for a soul necromancer.

The seed of the void hides the soul, but does not nourish the soul, and only a real horcrux can do both between the two, otherwise the night can not still use its own chicken rib-like oil paper umbrella, if the seed of the void is of great use, why not.

It was a necromancer's artifact, but not a soul-type necromancer's artifact.

This may be part of the reason why in the three hundred and fifty or sixty years of history of the Undead Empire, not a single great grandmaster-level soul necromancer has been born.

"I beg the Holy Ancestor, descend!"

Yan Tiansan kowtowed, this ancestral tower has completely shaken off all the traces of time in the tower body, accompanied by the lightning and thunder between heaven and earth, countless hoarse hiss came from inside the tower body throughout this heaven and earth that began to break again.

The world consciousness is revolting!

This time it was even more drastic than when the Void Teleportation Method of the West Continent was established.

Prescott's soul was displaced by this hiss, roar, and if it weren't for his strong self-control, his soul would have almost escaped from his body under oppression.

At this time, he stared blankly at the tower rising from the ground, and his eyes were unprecedentedly solemn.

It's all silver.

One by one, the boundless, broken blood-red sky was released by this tower, shining the earth into a brilliant silver color, this is the soul of the dead!

It is similar to the art of the orc ancestral spirit.

But there are so many that people's scalps are fried!

What's even more terrifying is that the deep and terrifying aura on his body is the same as him, Great Grandmaster!

Hundreds of Great Grandmaster-level souls swam around the tower in the sky, Prescott had never seen this scene before, and he couldn't help but gasp in horror.

After a pause, he still released a holy light that had already been sung.

This powerful intermediate-level continuous magic, in the hands of his level, and the Holy Spirit Soul in the hands of the night are completely two levels, and the heavens and the earth are filled with a large amount of light and rain.

The light and rain are like sharp swords, dripping to the ground, there will be bottomless deep holes, and in a few breaths, the earth is scorched three inches shorter.

But such a powerful rain of light fell on this group of yin souls that filled the heavens and the earth, not to mention the burning souls, not even a little bit of green smoke appeared.

Prescott let out a wry smile, the group of cardinal archbishops of the Bright Holy Mountain assigned him a good job!

"What do you think of this great funeral?"

Yan Tian looked at Prescott, who was frowning, and said a joking word to him.

can only summon half of the number, he is not the most powerful, his brother hates geniuses, it is estimated that the holy master of the West Law Great Realm has come to this world, and he can also slaughter!

This is the essence of the world!

"Uncontrollable?"

Prescott did not answer Yan Tian's words, but asked irrelevantly.

"So what! 432 ancestral spirits will fill you to death. ”

Yan Tian smiled coldly, but as the white-robed man said, it was really uncontrollable.

This is the spirit of the ancestors, the gods of the past dynasties, the gods of the gods and the gods, with great awe, have not studied the method of controlling this thing at all, let alone research, but they don't even have this idea.

"There are no necromancers in this world, are they?

Prescott looked at the bright silver on his head and sighed.

Yan Tian didn't say a word.

"Is that any?"

Prescott looked at Yan Tian, who was staring at him, and spoke again.

"I didn't know your name when I came to this world, can you tell me?"

"Yantian!"

"Tsk~~ Great disrespect!"

Prescott shook his head, the will of heaven is against the gods, for the people who have gods in the West France continent, they don't dare to give this name at all, maybe for the existence of the holy master, the Blood Song Empire's Shushan Wencheng can give such a title.

But that is also to be carefully considered thousands of times, even the most powerful Kolan is not that qualified!

"Last words, but your last words are really bad!"

Yan Tian didn't want to waste time, compared to detachment, anything became less important in front of him, such as slaughtering this person.

"Kill this enemy, kill in the abyss, ancestor!"

Yan Tian held the sky in his hands, looked at this group of Holy Ancestor Spirits feverishly, and roared hoarsely.

What should be harmonized is the hissing of countless grandmaster-level souls.

Just now swimming all over the sky, in the blink of an eye, the group of ghosts looked at the place where Yan Tian was pointing, as if they had found the ghosts' favorite food, and frantically slaughtered the past.

"You know, I'm a high-level priest of the Light Department, and this world may not have this kind of profession, but as a powerful existence in this world, you should always have a sense of awe in the face of the unknown.

I have memorized your name, and I will sing the Sutra for you when you die!"

Prescott looked at the brilliant silver soul that was slaughtered in the sky, and he was not afraid, this man named Yantian was not a soul-type necromancer, nor was he an orc great shaman.

If that were the case, he would probably have his head chopped off completely.

Compared to that kind of character who controls so many grandmaster souls, he Prescott is definitely a dead and lifeless game today.

But he's not!

The soul control technique was so rough that Prescott couldn't help but want to sneer.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Yan Tian looked at the white-robed man in front of him with disdain, four hundred and thirty Great Grandmaster-level Holy Ancestor Spirits were encircling the world, there were so many powerful existences, I really don't know why this person didn't pee his pants in fear, and he could still spit out wild words?

When words are useless, only knives are useful!

More than 400 grandmaster-level souls slaughtered and left, Yan Tian no longer needs to look at it, this person will die!

In this world, there is no one who has been able to resist the slaughter of the Holy Ancestor Spirit.

One VS Four Hundred and Thirty-Two?

It's a result that a child can imagine!

Yan Tian had already turned his gaze to the direction where Malediz was, believing that the group of people might have felt something.

And then there's them!

And God said...... Faith..... Originated in ...... Heart!"

A difficult word, a short sentence, came from above the earth as if it were the strength of the whole body.

There was infinite devotion in this voice, and Yan Tian felt a violent beating of his heart involuntarily, and looked back at the place where the voice came from, and his eyes fell out in shock.

Then there was endless panic in his eyes!

When Yi Lai heard this, he was still hanging a child, and immediately covered his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he looked ahead in horror.

"The Great Light Decree!"

When the night and Malediz heard this, they were simply in unison!