Powerful ghosts, in the final analysis, are still resentful, they are the most evil and yin things in the world, and they are composed of resentment and filth, and most of the ghosts do not have any good thoughts in their hearts, let alone compassion. Even if he evolves into a ghost god, he still can't change the inferior root nature in it, but it is relatively hot to disguise, and it is not easy to expose his nature.

If the small piece of Nuwa Sacred Land dropped by the dark blue Buzhou Mountain fragments were all used by one person, it would be just enough for an old ghost to be reborn once, and his body would reunite, and his cultivation would also be restored. However, if it is divided into three parts, it is not enough to work.

I saw the longing in the eyes of the three old ghosts on the other side, and the atmosphere instantly became tense, and it was only a matter of time before there was a big fight.

I took a few steps back, and gave priority to exiting the place of soul transformation that might become a battlefield, although the Nuwa Holy Land is rare, but if I am involved in the civil war of the ghost clan, then I, an outsider, will definitely be the priority to be killed.

At this time, it was the old yaksha who gave priority.

The big wooden hands reached out to the small piece of dirt on the ground without any inhibitions, and the big hands made of white square wood trembled, and the old Yaksha's desire for new life was above all else.

At the moment when its big hand touched the sacred land of Nuwa, the old rakshasa roared and turned into a black shadow and rushed straight towards the old Yasha, the black shadow that should have no weight hit the old Yasha's body at once this time, and a large area of green ghost fire entangled the old Yasha's body, these green ghost fires were vicious and vicious, specializing in burning the soul body, although Bai Fangmu effectively prevented the damage of the green ghost fire, but the old Yasha's movements were a little slower.

"Mine."

I heard the greedy old Shura standing in the distance, roaring, opening his skull and sucking it hard, like a whale swallowing, and the piece of Nuwa holy land on the ground was driven by this suck and went straight to the old Shura.

The faces of the old Yaksha and the old rakshasa who were originally fighting immediately changed, and the two shot at the same time, and a large white smoke changed under the feet of the old yaksha, and these white smoke wrapped around his wooden body made the old yaksha's body instantly become extremely fast, one step ahead of the Nuwa holy land, and rushed to the front of the old Shura, the wooden fist was raised, and the white smoke carried a slight chill, and a punch hit the old Shura's face head-on.

Old Shura's body was already rotten, and at this time, he was hit by a wooden fist made of white square wood, and suddenly let out a miserable scream, and the whole skull hit the surrounding stone walls, and the red-skinned Shura screamed, rushed to the old Shura's side, and protected the old Shura behind him.

"Haha, there will be some deviations, and the weakest one is you!"

The old yaksha smiled wildly, turned around, and saw that the green ghost fire of the old rakshasa had enveloped the Nuwa Holy Land and was about to be devoured.

The old Yaksha's complexion changed greatly, and the white smoke started again, heading straight towards the green ghost fire, which also enveloped the Nuwa Holy Land, forming a tug of war in the sky, with white smoke with cold air on one side and green ghost fire with yin energy on the other.

The two sides did not give in to each other, and the entire place of the soul was twisted and deformed under the pull of these two forces.

"Rakshasa, give me this Nuwa Holy Land, and I can give you a hundred percent of the divine power of Zhou Mountain."

Old Yaksha roared, and he actually used the divine power of Buzhou Mountain as a bargaining chip to ask Old Rakshasa to give up the Nuwa Holy Land.

"You and I are both ghosts and gods, don't I know what kind of temperament you have? When you devour this Nuwa Holy Land, and regain your original tremendous strength after being reborn, you will inevitably set off a monstrous wave in the underworld, and the ghosts and gods of our other two races will not be spared, and they will be poisoned by you. Therefore, I will not give you this Nuwa Holy Land, if you want it, you can grab it with your ability. ”

As the old Rakshasa spoke, the green ghost fire in the sky became a little stronger, and he faintly gained the upper hand.

Just when the two old ghosts couldn't hold each other, the old Shura made a comeback again, and the huge suction force sucked violently from the third direction, breaking the original balance of strength, and the power of the three old ghosts collided together, forming a huge storm, white smoke, green ghost fire, and huge suction all exploded, and I saw the Nuwa Holy Land in the sky being thrown away and falling at my feet.

And the three old ghosts on the opposite side were seriously injured and bounced away because of the fight, the old Shura's skull was broken again, the white square wood body of the old Yaksha was largely damaged, and the black shadow body of the old Rakshasa was uncertain.

I looked at the Nuwa Sacred Land at my feet, and a wry smile appeared on my face, isn't this a bad thing! I originally wanted to stay out of the matter and watch them fight and die in the civil war of the ghost clan, but my fate was unforgiving, how did this Nuwa Holy Land fly to my feet!

"Luo Yan, hand over the Nuwa Holy Land to me, and I will take the Shura clan to help you resist the invasion of the Mending Heaven clan."

Old Shura looked at me, and his eyes showed as much sincerity as possible.

"Luo Yan, the old Shura is the best at deception, but our Yaksha clan has always done what we say, as long as you hand over the Nuwa Holy Land to me, I will take the Rakshasa clan to submit to your Tongtian Society and become the guard of your Tongtian Society, how about it!"

The old yaksha also gave lucrative conditions.

"Luo Yan, I won't say much, as long as you hand over the Nuwa Holy Land to me, the Northern Rakshasa Fort will become the first garrison of the Tongtian Society in the underworld!"

The conditions given by the old Rakshasa seem to be more favorable, the underworld has never been stationed in the Babel Society, and this is an enemy-occupied area for the foot merchants, however, if we can take root in the Rakshasa Fort, then the number of ghosts captured by our Babel Society every year will be greatly increased!

The three old ghosts, after tens of thousands of years, finally saw the opportunity of rebirth again, this little Nuwa Holy Land is the hope of new life, and it is the opportunity for the three of them to recover their bodies and cultivation!

I bent down and picked up the sacred soil of Nuwa on the ground, and this sacred soil fell in the palm of my hand, like any ordinary piece of soil, not so magical, not as shining as in myths and legends, and even I couldn't observe a trace of peculiarity, but I knew in my heart that this was the holy object that Nuwa used to replenish the soul of mankind back then, and it was a real first-class holy relic.

I raised my head and looked at the three old ghosts opposite, there was a balance between the three clans at this time, even if the old Shura was weak, but it was not weak enough to be wiped out by the other two clans. However, this small piece of Nuwa Sacred Land is an opportunity to break the balance, and once this balance is broken, then the winner will be the side that obtains the Nuwa Sacred Land.

I didn't hand over the Nuwa Holy Land immediately, and my mind began to calculate quickly.

"Luo Yan, what else is there to think about, hand over the Nuwa Holy Land to me!"

Old Shura roared.

"Luo Yan, leave it to me!"

Old Yaksha said urgently.

"Luo Yan, you have thought clearly, among the three clans, our northern Rakshasa is the most powerful!"

Old Rakshasa remained calm.

After thinking for a moment, I raised my head sharply, looked ahead, and said loudly, "Shura, come here." ”

Old Shura laughed and was about to float over, when it looked back at Old Yaksha and Old Rakshasa triumphantly, its eyes full of the haughtiness of a victor.

At this time, the old yaksha and the old rakshasa glanced at each other, and they had already decided that if they really couldn't do it, they jumped over the wall in a hurry, and joined forces to destroy the old Shura first. However, just as the two of them were about to make a move, they heard me say, "I'm not calling you, I'm talking about the red-skinned Shura." ”

When the old Shura heard my words, he froze for a moment, and he looked at me in surprise, as if he didn't understand what was happening.

"Me?"

The red-skinned Shura pointed at himself and looked at me suspiciously.

"Yes, it's you, come to me, I'll give you a creation."

I smiled and said, watching the red-skinned Shura come step by step, I threw out an invisible force and pulled the red-skinned Shura over before a few ghosts could do anything.

"Open your mouth."

I whispered.

At this time, the old Shura shouted: "My people, you can't devour this Nuwa Holy Land, only the first generation of ghosts and gods are eligible for a new life, once the younger ghosts and gods accept the new life, they will explode and die directly, you don't go to devour this Nuwa Holy Land, give it to me, you are my heir, and I will make you the most powerful person in the Shura clan in the future." ”

Old Shura was really anxious, at this time, white smoke and green ghost fire flew out from behind Old Shura, wanting to obliterate the red-skinned Shura, but was assimilated by my invisible power, and the sneak attack of the two did not succeed.

Before the red-skinned Shura could react to what was going on, he saw me stuff the Nuwa Holy Land into its mouth, and then the red-skinned Shura "grunted" and swallowed the Nuwa Holy Land!

"No, no, no!"

The three old fellows shouted almost in unison, all their hopes were pinned on this small holy land, but they were swallowed up by a junior, which was a great sorrow for them.

After the red-skinned Shura swallowed the Nuwa Holy Land, after a few seconds, his complexion changed suddenly, flames began to bubble out of his red skin, a large amount of black gas came out of his blood-red eyes, and his thick arms became more and more condensed, and even his nails were tinged with metallic colors.

"Old Shura, I remember you said that it has a trace of ancient bloodline, and now, this ancient bloodline will be completely awakened, although it can't become a powerful ghost and god like you, but it shouldn't be difficult to keep up with you now, and this can be regarded as the revitalization of your Shura clan."

I said lightly.

The red-skinned Shura beside him opened his mouth, and a red light was released from its center, and its power soared at this moment!