The blood of the sacrificial python dragon actually flowed and spread to the black mountain, a large amount of hot blood flowed out along the wound of the python dragon, as if there was an invisible suction force to draw out the blood in the python dragon's body, the python howled miserably, the last bit of movement was gone, the blood still continued to gush out, the python's body was visibly shriveled down, gurgling, like a huge leech sucking the flesh of the python dry, and when the last drop of blood could no longer be squeezed out, only a huge shriveled snake skin was left on the ground.

Montenegro, the python dragon's blood is like a vine winding upside down the Montenegro, the blood-colored lines are like the beating blood of Montenegro, and at this moment, it looks weird that Montenegro is like a living heart, re-injected with vitality.

The two great gods in the sky are inseparable, and on the battlefield outside, the sound of the imperial army and barbarian warriors killing the sky is shaking, and in front of the altar, the body of the ghost is already cold, and the astonishment in his eyes is not vaguely visible.

With the death of the ghost, the ghost sacrifice came to an abrupt end.

And not far from the altar, the old man who should have died in the morning insisted that his vitality had long been exhausted, and according to common sense, he should have died, but the old man miraculously consumed it with the last breath of his heart.

His aura was already weak, almost no different from a dead man, otherwise the purple bird would not have ignored him.

The barbarian high priest laughed at this moment, looking up to the sky and laughing, opening his arms as if to welcome the emperor who had returned from antiquity.

Let's fight, let's fight!

After many disasters, the ghost and god sacrifice, which carried the expectations of dozens of generations of barbarian people, was finally realized.

The barbarian high priest, whose face was as yellow as tree bark, whose eyes were deeply sunken, and whose breath was like a candle swaying in the wind, looked excited and solemn, as respectful as a pilgrimage, and recited an ancient and complex incantation in his mouth, and after reciting the last incantation, the old man opened his hands and shouted, and his voice shook a radius of ten miles: "Pralodora!"

It's a pity that he can't see the glory of the tribe, but at the last moment, he can bring Tubo back to life, and he will have the face to meet the barbarian sages of the past generations.

His name was Chikong, and he was also a rebellious barbarian boy when he was young, but when the previous barbarian high priest handed over the burden of the tribe to him, he was no longer the rebellious boy, he carried all the children of the tribe on his shoulders, and in less than three years and ten years, his back gradually became hunched.

At this time, the old man who had been rickety for most of his life was like a teenager, his back stood tall, and the burden on his shoulders for three hundred years was completed.

Teacher, Chikong has finally done it.

The old man passed away with a smile on his lips.

The python dragon blood flowing on the portal of Montenegro burned strangely, and at night, the sea of magma and fire flowing from the portal of Montenegro reflected the night was red, as bright as day.

Behind the portal of Black Mountain, the huge skeleton of the magma torrent trembled in an instant, and the huge man lying down suddenly slowly got up, and then stood up, countless lava climbed up from the feet of the skeleton, and the huge corpse actually rebuilt the body with lava lava as flesh and blood.

The scorching molten slurry rolled upside down with both leg bones, and at this moment, the half-white bone and half-molten giant stepped forward on the torrent of molten lava, crossing thousands of feet in one step.

A huge black shadow in the sea of fire slowly crawled out of the ground with a heart-piercing strange laugh, and a pair of huge molten palms poked out from the portal, respectively holding the two huge portals on the left and right that the ancestral mountain split into, and a towering body behind the portal gradually climbed up.

A pair of sharp horns with nine bends and eighteen bends can be faintly seen, and the body of a tiger head and a cow is visible.

Looking at the black shadow rising in the sea of fire behind the portal, the old man's extremely old and sleepy face showed a smile, his outstretched arms slowly hung down weakly, and countless barbarian tribesmen knelt on the ground, and I don't know who shouted the first "Netherworld Ghost Emperor", and suddenly hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors shouted like a tsunami.

The first generation of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor of Bashu has been resurrected.

The ghost emperor is a title, Bashu has believed in ghosts and witches to worship ghosts and gods since ancient times, in the past 100,000 years, there have been dozens of generations of ghost emperors in Bashu, but there is only one ghost emperor sacrificed by the barbarians, the real emperor of the netherworld, the first generation of ghost emperors, his other name is famous in the history of the barbarians and even Shenzhou, the Tubo who rules the netherworld, the demon god of ancient times.

At the moment of Tubo's resurrection, Gu Chushen suddenly felt a slight tremor in the land of Shenzhou, and it was fleeting, and even Gu Chushen was wondering if he was feeling wrong.

The imperial capital of Shenzhou, the forbidden palace and the imperial hall.

Emperor Tianzun was reviewing the chapter, and at this moment, Emperor Tianzun suddenly stopped writing.

Feeling the subtle changes in the land of Shenzhou, an existence like him, even if it was only for a moment, it was impossible to hide it from him, Emperor Tianzun raised his head, put down the chapter in his hand and walked out of the hall, stood under the starry sky, looked up at the bright starry sky, and then looked in the direction of Bashu, through hundreds of millions of miles, the scene that happened in Montenegro clearly fell into the eyes of Emperor Tianzun.

"Tubo?" Emperor Tianzun's eyes were deep.

The resurrection of Tubo, the resurrection of the ancient demon god, triggered the change of the way of heaven, no, it should be said that the change of the way of heaven led to the resurrection of Tubo, and the way of heaven changed.

"You also feel it, the change in the way of heaven. Emperor Tianzun said calmly.

And behind him, I don't know when there was already a person standing, Li Buyi looked solemn, and said respectfully: "Although the realm of ministers is low, and the feeling is very vague, but the way of heaven seems to be different from the past just now. ”

The way of heaven changes, the troubled times are apocalyptic, the dragon and snake rise and fall, who is the master of ups and downs?

Emperor Tianzun said indifferently: "Let's start the Heavenly Dao Buwu!"

The four words of Tiandao Buwu, Li Buyi's body was for a while, his eyes were full of surprise, he looked at the back in front of him for a few breaths, took a deep breath and said, "The minister knows." ”

Heavenly Dao Buwu, what their monarchs and ministers have been planning for decades is finally about to be implemented.

Fang Yitian, who was fighting in the sea of fire, had already stopped, Fang Yitian's expression was solemn, and the purple bird looked at the entrance of the ancestral mountain with a trembling face.

In front of the altar, a short old man smiled at the corner of his mouth after his death, and the purple cordon's face was pale, thinking that everything would be fine if he killed the ghost, but he didn't pay attention for a while to let the seriously injured and dying Chikong complete the ghost and god sacrifice.

Tu Bo came back to life, looking at the black shadow that stepped out of the sea of fire, Fang Yitian frowned slightly, the resurrection of the ancient demon god was not his wish, and there were many variables in this world.

As for the man in the purple coat, he looked lost his soul, looking at the huge figure that slowly stepped out from behind the ghost gate, and only muttered one sentence over and over again: "This pot is too big, too big, too big..."

Whispering, the two chains in the left and right sleeves behind the purple man flew out, straight to the two portals that the ancestral mountain turned into, he wanted to destroy the portal to prevent the ghosts and gods behind the door from coming out, as long as this portal was destroyed, even if the ancient ghosts and gods were resurrected, they could not step into the land of Shenzhou.

When the chains rose to the top of the portal, the huge force was retracted from the chains, these two portals were split by the black mountain of the ancestral mountain of the barbarian tribe, and they were extremely hard, but they could not stop the emperor of the master of the Zhenjiao Temple, and the layers of gravel collapsed and fell with the closure of the chains.

It can be expected that in the next moment, these two portals may be torn off by chains, and at this moment, a white light crossed, jingled twice, and the two chains protruding from the sleeves of the purple man were cut from the middle.

In the eyes of Yi Tian in the purple cormorant room, a figure came out leisurely, with a huge figure, a man in a white gray robe, and a face as pale as a ghost.

Purple Gully's eyes widened, his face turned red, and then he shouted: "His grandmother, what do you want to do, I still think that Lao Tzu's back is not big enough." ”

At this pass, there are really some bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods have jumped out.

The cold sweat on the purple man's face kept rising, and the handkerchief that wiped his face was soaked, and I saw the man throw the soaked handkerchief, and took out a brand new handkerchief from his arms and continued to wipe the cold sweat on his face.

The person who came turned to look at the lava giant who had crawled out of the small half of his body from behind the portal at this time, his eyes showed crazy heat, his voice was very ordinary but not ordinary, his voice was flat but he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, looking at the ghosts and gods who were about to be resurrected, and muttered to himself as if no one was around: "How beautiful!"

I don't know when, there was a person standing somewhere, with a long figure, his hair scattered, his face looked abnormally pale, his eyes were sunken, the corners of his eyes were narrow, there was an indescribable sense of gloom, dressed in a gray robe, that person was standing there, but the people present felt a suffocating sense of oppression at the same time

The pair of sunken and deep eyes looked down on all beings, and no one looked at the people present, like a group of ants who would not care about a group of ants that could be pinched to death at will, and their long hair covered half of his face, but Gu Chushen could clearly see a kind of paranoia that was almost crazy in his eyes,

Hearing this, the purple and purple gulls shouted angrily: "His grandmother, you madman won't come out sooner or later, but at this time you come out to make trouble for Lao Tzu, do you all want Lao Tzu's life?"

Fang Yitian, the only normal person present, saw the person who was obsessed with the lava giant in the distance, and shouted angrily, constantly wiping the cold sweat on his face, and the indifferent face of the person who was chattering "It's over" raised his eyebrows at the moment, and finally coughed twice, and said to the man who took out a dry handkerchief from his arms to wipe the cold sweat: " Brother Dao, this madman acts impermanently, the resurrection of the ancient ghosts and gods will definitely be a disaster to the world, even if you and I have different positions, we don't want the resurrection of the ancient ghosts and gods, how about you and I temporarily put aside our grievances and join forces to deal with this madman and prevent the resurrection of this lava giant?"

Hearing this, the purple man who was wiping a cold sweat raised his head suddenly, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and promised: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Turning his head to look at the lava giant who was ignoring them, he was still obsessed with the lava giant that was gradually taking shape, the purple man, gritted his teeth and said, "His grandmother's, give Lao Tzu the blame, Lao Tzu will send you to the Yellow Spring first." ”