Among the portraits that have been handed down, the lamp was originally just a hollow and transparent stone with a rudimentary metal base. Carried in the hands of the witch god, the www.biquge.info carved a narrow path between the two realms of chaos, leading his people to escape from the edge of the Stygian Sea inhabited by the ghosts and spirits, and to a new world where the sun shines.

Later generations hung it on the throne, a symbol of supreme power, but thought it was too simple. Generations of witch kings have managed to pile up all kinds of decorations on it, and finally it has become the current huge lantern, almost bigger than the heads of previous witch kings.

The transparent gemstone is ground into extremely thin wafers that are shrouded in the outer layer of the stone and act as a lampshade. On top of the lampshade are various jewelry decorations. The intricately carved gold is encrusted with pearls gifted by the shark clan of the deep sea, forming a new base. However, the original ugly and rough black base was inseparable from the lamp body above, and it was not something that their descendants could pry, so they could only leave it in place, but it was also repainted to make it look a little more consistent with the newly added shell.

In the first few years of sitting on the throne, Yun Ze, who was still young, was worried almost every day. I'm afraid that this heavy thing, which is only connected by one wire, will fall down and hit the top of his head one day. As he grew older, the lamp remained unmoved, and he understood the tenacity of the thin thread, and he gradually relaxed.

At this moment he climbed up to the throne with his hands and feet, and when he reached for the lamp, he finally understood exactly how strong the silk thread of his teacher, the wrinkled old wizard, had said, "never breakable."

He stood on the throne with a heavy mountain lamp in his arms. used all the strength of his body, and even added a spell to increase his strength, but he still couldn't destroy the white silk thread in the slightest.

If you can't drag it down, it's useless to roast it with freezing fire, and the high-ranking Witch King has fallen into a very embarrassing situation. He stood on the throne, jumping to dodge the hot flames around him, and only holding on to the mountain and river lamps in his hands, looking like a funny clown.

The throne under his feet became more and more cold under the fire, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirit cover. The fine droplets of water had condensed into a thin layer of white frost, which was cold and slippery, making him unsteady on his feet several times.

Beneath the altar was a guard who came to his senses and tried to extinguish the flames he had thrown. Although it didn't work, it also controlled the fire and made room for the ordinary people below to escape.

The living fear the flames, but the dead are not. I don't know if it is blessed by some mysterious power, and the secret art of the Witch King, which can incinerate all things, is useless against those dead corpses who move quickly and bravely.

They chased after the fleeing crowd, constantly encountering obstacles from all kinds of spells, but they did not attrition at all, and the team grew stronger and stronger.

Hong Yuan stood next to the throne, looked up with his head up, and asked curiously, "Lord Yunze, do you have to hold on to the mountain and river lanterns?" I know it's a sacred relic of our clan, and it should be kept well, but it hangs there, and it can't be lost or broken, so you don't need to hold it so tightly! ”

When Yun Ze heard this, he looked down at the mountain and river lamp in his arms suspiciously, although he agreed with this person's words very much in his heart, his body did not react, and he clung to the heavy lamp.

He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape with the mountain and river lanterns, and in any case, save his life first. Later, in the process of trying to take off the lamp several times, an irresistible voice was heard echoing in his ears. Tell him that he must keep this lamp at all times, or a terrible disaster will happen.

This feeling is not new to him. According to his teacher, the person who sits on the throne of the witch king will bear the fate of the entire witch clan, and will be closely connected to the "witch god" who does not know where he is. If that day comes to an important juncture for the life and death of the Witch Clan, the Lord will somehow warn the Witch King and instruct them on how to avoid the calamity.

During his reign, the voice of the "witch god" was only heard seven times. And every time it sounded different, men and women were different, but it could make him understand at the first time that the person who spoke was the "witch god".

Can't let go.

He thought to himself: Even if the old man doesn't say it, I will never let go now, after all......

He looked down at the hoarfrost that was thickening beneath his feet, and the fire that burned around the throne, and he felt a pang of joy.

It's better to freeze to death than to burn to death, at least it's still cool on this throne.

Hongyuan's ridiculous words were only half said, and seeing that Yun Ze didn't react, he had no interest in continuing to ask. He didn't have much time to pay attention to what Yun Ze was doing right now.

The moment the rainstorm fell, the breath of the black dragon in the sky disappeared within his perception range, and then Xia Yi also disappeared after burrowing into the clouds.

This rain is too strange, and there is a certain aura that makes him extremely uneasy.

It seems that something with bad intentions is hiding in the rain clouds, peeking at the life below.

The dense rain fell on his side, dampening the flames down a lot, drawing cheers from the firefighting guards.

Hongyuan didn't feel happy because of this discovery, and the doubts in his heart intensified.

How could the fire taught by the witch god himself be extinguished by a mere rain.

Even though Yun Ze is a straw bag in his heart, he can be regarded as a disciple of the old man of the witch god after all. This flame has also made a lot of contributions in the years of conquest of the Wu Clan, because it cannot be easily extinguished.

He summoned the black long sword, and under Yun Ze's angry gaze, he leisurely turned it into an umbrella and blocked it above his head.

Yun Ze stood on the throne, much taller than him. At this time, he was blocked by the umbrella, and he couldn't see his movements clearly. I was worried that this person would make any small moves that were unfavorable to him, but he didn't dare to let go of the lamp in his hand. I can only stand on the throne and be anxious, and I have to feel the "pleasure~ feeling" of ice and fire brought by the cold throne under my feet and the scorching flames around me.

Hongyuan held up a wide umbrella to block Yun Ze's vision, and then unfolded his fan, covering most of his face, and recited a spell he had stolen from some small island in the sea in a very small voice.

Families who are qualified to compete for the throne of the witch king are not allowed to learn the magic of foreign clans, otherwise they will "mix with the noble blood of the witch god". But it's almost an open secret that the major families will more or less steal a few tricks, or raise a group of dead soldiers of different races to do things for themselves.

As long as it's not discovered, everything is easy to say. If you are caught~ the handle...... Don't blame your opponent for putting you to death.

I don't know where so many rules come from, so troublesome!

Hongyuan complained impatiently in his heart. From the palm of his hand, he pinched out a few flying birds the size of fingernails and condensed blood, released them into the sky, and flew straight above the clouds.

The strange rain seemed to have the ability to erode it, and the barrier thrown by the abyss gradually narrowed in the falling rain. The seven birds that had been released into the sky also disappeared one by one before they burst into the clouds.

The flames were so high that they could not lift their heads under the heavy rain, and they lay low on the ground, barely reaching their ankles, but they remained on the altar as if they were dying.

Hongyuan has always held the flames and rain at bay, constantly repairing its barriers. At this time, seeing that the only remaining flame on the ground was dying, he suddenly took the initiative to remove the barrier around him.

The flames on the ground seemed to have their own consciousness, and when they realized that this place was not occupied by the rain, they rushed under the umbrella of the abyss.

Hong Yuan stood in the waist-high flames, and his brain was suddenly dizzy from the heat wave around him, but a smile appeared on his face hidden behind the fan.

He had been spying on the fire in the hands of the Witch King for a long time. However, this thing is the secret of the witch king, and Yun Ze is not stupid, so he naturally refuses to show this thing easily.

Yun Ze has reigned for hundreds of years, and the number of times he has personally shot is only a handful. Hongyuan was unlucky, he didn't catch up once, and at this moment, he finally caught an opportunity for Yun Ze to panic, so he naturally wanted to try to see if he could take this thing away a little.

He stretched out the folding fan in his hand and tapped it lightly in the flames, and the flames climbed up along the folding fan in his hand, and soon spread to his whole body.

This action can be described as a real "setting fire to the body", and Yun Ze, who was on the throne, was stunned, and almost began to wonder if he had gone crazy.

Hongyuan was wrapped in a wide robe, and I don't know what kind of material it was made of. The flames had burned all over his body, but there was not a trace of damage to his pure white robe, and there was not even a trace of smoke to be seen.

The folding fan in his hand is also like a robe, all pure white. It was churning in his hands, fanning out gusts of wind that flew in all directions along the tall altar, sweeping away the flames that swirled around his body little by little.

An orange-red flame pattern gradually emerges on the white fan. After the flames on Hongyuan's body dissipated, the faint flames on the altar that had not been extinguished also rushed down the hem of his clothes to the ground into the wide open fan.

The pattern of flames on the fan only appeared in a little corner at the beginning, to occupy half of the country, and finally densely covered the entire fan surface, red and dazzling, and it seemed to be still burning under a closer look.

The flames that had ravaged the altar for a long time finally dissipated under the combined suppression of the storm, and the smoky altar was littered with corpses that had risen up again and people who had fled in all directions, wailing and weeping.

"Lord Yunze, don't you want to do something?"

Hongyuan put the last cluster of flames hanging on his sleeve into the fan, filling the last bit of blank space on the fan surface, before closing the folding fan and arching his hand at Yun Ze: "The fire is also extinguished, don't always stand on it." There's a lot more to deal with. This group of monsters came from nowhere, and if they don't clean it up, I'm afraid that even those alien leaders who have traveled thousands of miles to see the Chosen Great Sacrifice will also ......."

He didn't finish his sentence. At the end, he gestured with his eyes to the fewer and fewer living people, suggesting that Yun Ze was not a joke.

Even though the Wu clan is a big family, they are not afraid of one or two powerful foreign clans. But if there are so many words, if they join forces to retaliate, it is also a rather terrifying force.

"I ......"

Yun Ze was about to say that I would come down now, but he found that his hand seemed to be integrated with the mountain and river lamp in his arms, and no matter how hard he tried, he refused to pull it off the cold lampshade.

Old ancestors, alas! It's all over, can you stop holding me like that?

Yun Ze secretly wailed in his heart, complaining about the "Witch God Ancestor" who had been dead for many years, and nodded at Hongyuan pretendingly, his mind was racing around with various interfaces, trying to come up with a set of rhetoric that could drive Hongyuan to do things without him seeing the clues.

"I can't go down for the time being, so it's better for you to do this thing on my behalf first."

"How does this work?"

Hong Yuan pretended to be surprised and shouted: "How can such an important matter be done by me, and please be sure to take action yourself, so that those aliens can see the methods of our Witch King." When they went back, they still had a grudge in their hearts, thinking that our Wu clan was something to bully. ”

His shout attracted the attention of many people, and everyone turned their eyes to Yun Ze standing on the throne, some of them were puzzled, some were full of expectations, and some were uneasy and kind to wait to see his jokes.

"That's why you did it for you!"

Yun Ze felt all kinds of chaotic eyes fall on his body, secretly scolded "little rabbit cub", cleared his throat, put on a kind elder's face, and said seriously: "You are the only one who came to this Heavenly Chosen Sacrifice, and it is like this. Anyway, the sacrifice has already been offered, even if his old man's will comes, he can only choose you alone, and now that such a big thing has happened, it is a good time for you to make a name for yourself as the next witch king! Although I am still the witch king, this son will be yours sooner or later. Now that you are doing my duty and taking care of the matter, you can also deter them. Otherwise, when I retreat, this group of wolf-ambitious aliens will not be good for you to see that you are young and bold. ”

This remark is reasonable, sincere, and it is really difficult to refuse.

The old immortal, the ability is ordinary, and there are still a lot of flowery intestines, so he threw all the difficult things to me?

Hongyuan looked up at Yun Ze's kind and sincere smiling face, the corners of his mouth twitched ~ twice, he gritted his teeth secretly, lowered his head and respectfully agreed: "Okay, I'll go." ”

"Then let's go."

Yun Ze smiled and bent his eyes, the wrinkles piled up at the corners of his eyes made him look more like a kind elder, and he was looking at the aging child with anticipation: "This Heavenly Chosen Sacrifice, I have always been quite optimistic about you, you must not let me down!" ”

You've always been optimistic about me?

You've always thought I'd die the worst.

Hongyuan was inexplicably buttoned up one high hat after another, and there was an indescribable grievance in his heart. A mouthful of stuffy breath blocked in my throat, I couldn't swallow or spit it out, I just felt nauseous.

Fei Yan still couldn't see even a shadow, and Xia Yi was gone. His own people don't know whether they are alive or dead, and the strange rain has begun to erode the umbrella surface of the long sword in his hand.

"It's not a good thing!"

He grumbled under his breath, simply venting his anger on the hordes of corpses on the altar.

With a wave of the large fan, there was a knife-like wind. Blowing down on the corpses, they were easily cut into finely chopped pieces of flesh, crackling and falling from the air, completely unable to get up again.

Yun Ze looked at the bloody scene on the altar, his stomach was faintly nauseated, and his fear of the young man standing beside him with the usual face deepened.

Hongyuan's gaze wandered between the hordes of corpses, searching for the Jin girl who disappeared from sight after the flames ignited.

This girl made a big play, and in a blink of an eye, there was no shadow. I don't know if the rain above her head has anything to do with her, and in any way, she can't just slip away.

must not let her fall into the hands of Yun Ze.

He searched for the emaciated girl in the bright red blood and minced flesh, the fan in his hand never stopped, constantly swinging the wind blade, spinning in the air and shattering the fearless corpses.

Above the clouds, which had been silent for a long time, there was a dragon roar, which made Hongyuan's heart happy.

But then, he couldn't help but worry again.

The incomparably familiar roar of the black dragon was filled with endless anger and tyranny. It sounded like he was in great pain, and he couldn't suppress the pain he couldn't suppress.

(To be continued.) )