The ghost no longer spoke, what the hole said was indeed what he thought in his heart, and he would be here after the ghost sacrifice was completed

Shu built an empire that the barbarians had never seen before.

"Then you should die. The ghost said fiercely.

The momentum rose suddenly, and the sacrificial staff pushed horizontally to knock the hole back.

Although inferior to him, Chikong knew that he was also the realm of the top grade of the Dao Emperor when he was at his peak, and the blood has been defeated over the years, and an old life can be relied on until now almost the oil has dried up, and the realm of the Dao Emperor's upper grade has fallen to the lower grade of the Dao Emperor, and now it will not last long to forcibly raise the realm to the peak of the Emperor with secret methods.

Before the realm falls, he must fight quickly and solve the scourge of ghosts.

The hole held his breath and concentrated, and the tadpole-like strange incantations all over his body from the neck and neck shimmered with silver phosphorescence, and they actually swam on his skin as if he was alive.

In an instant, the vast and surging aura of qi and blood on the Dao Chikong that the ghost could feel turned ethereal and ethereal, and the ghost's face changed drastically.

The hole stepped forward, and the staff stabbed into the heart of the ghost like a spear, and the ghost wanted to retreat, but he was locked by an ethereal and invisible breath, and the space around him seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move extraordinary.

Emperor Dao, this is Emperor Dao's means, Chikong forcibly broke through the threshold of Emperor Dao at this time, although he took half a step, one foot was in the threshold, and one foot was still outside the threshold.

But the Dao Emperor is the Dao Emperor, the Emperor of the Daoists.

Half a step away is the moat, and the ghost can't move, so he can only watch the sacrificial staff of the hole pierce his heart.

Just as the sacrificial staff in his hand was about to pierce the ghost's chest, the shape of the hole suddenly stopped, and the sacrificial staff also stopped less than an inch from the ghost's chest.

Chikong lowered his head and saw the blood-stained blade on his chest come out, and turned around, and behind him stood a man in his thirties with a heroic expression.

The man was dressed in a dragon martial arts costume, a python dragon robe, and a purple and gold crown.

"Prince Longwu!" Chikong gritted his teeth, his eyes shocked as he looked at the heroic man in the python dragon robe.

With a knife through the chest, the realm that Chikong had improved by secret methods collapsed instantly, and in an instant, Chikong's body became thin, and he became the rickety and thin again, exuding a heavy dead air on his body.

"Lord Pulse, you're careless. Qi Yu smiled at the old man, then looked at the ghost behind him and said calmly.

After the catastrophe, he gasped for breath, he didn't expect that the old guy who was about to die in Chikong would be able to step into the threshold of the Dao Emperor with one foot, he thought that he had overestimated the old man enough, and finally almost fell into the hands of the old man.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Prince, there are ghosts here, and His Royal Highness Prince Lao helps the ghosts look outside. ”

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows without a trace and smiled, "Since that's the case, this place will be handed over to the Lord of the Pulse." With that, Qi Yu turned around and left, walking to the periphery, where the sound of killing could be faintly heard.

Looking at the back of Qi Yu leaving, the ghost's eyes were gloomy, and when Qi Yu's figure completely disappeared from view, the ghost turned around and said in a deep voice: "You lost the game of the high priest." ”

He is a ghost, and he will replace Chikong to become the guide on the road to the revival of the tribe, and will once again bring the tribe to glory and restore the glory of antiquity.

Chi Kong's face turned pale by the ghost's words, and Chi Kong said angrily: "There is Fang Yitian behind Longwu's group, you can't fight him, you will only lead the clan to the abyss of no return." ”

In order to deal with him, this arrogant guy joined forces with Longwu's group of people, how could Fang Yitian's person cooperate with him so easily, Fang Yitian wanted to control this barbarian tribe, and he wanted to rely on the hundreds of thousands of warriors of the barbarian tribe to become the military force of Longwu's restoration, and the barbarian tribe would be used by Fang Yitian as a stepping stone to restore the country.

Fang Yitian, cooperating with this kind of person is seeking skin with the tiger, he is deeply jealous of Fang Yitian, he knows that Fang Yitian's wisdom is far superior to himself in terms of talent and strategy, this kind of person has the wisdom of heaven and man, so he has always guarded against the remnants of Longwu for decades, what he is afraid of is that Fang Yitian calculates, and he respects Fang Yitian, and this guy is actually conspiring with Longwu's group of people, he is afraid that in the end, the ghost will be eaten and there is no skin left, and he is even more afraid that the tribe will become a tool in Fang Yitian's hands.

The ghost's face was gloomy, and he sneered: "Don't worry, once the ghost god sacrifice is completed, the first thing I have to do is to deal with the group of people in Long Wu." ”

"And you can stay here with this life, maybe you can live to see me complete the ghost sacrifice and start the road to tribal revival. ”

The ghost said and walked slowly to the altar, and at this time, the dark lotus in the black pool in the center of the altar had already bloomed nine flowers, exuding a faint fragrance, and it was as black as ink, and there was a kind of demonic beauty.

The Lotus is now, and the ghost door is open!

The ghost held the sacrificial staff in his hand, his expression was excited, and now everything was ready, and the ghost sacrifice was only the last step to complete, looking at the ancestral mountain that seemed to come to life, the ghost began to recite the ancient sacrificial words passed down from generation to generation in the mouth of the tribal sacrifice.

"Sura Sadhamoros. ”

With the annual movement of the ancient sacrificial language, suddenly, a mysterious rune appeared on the ancestral mountain of three hundred zhang, and the ancient mystery of the runes of the entire ancestral mountain was revealed, and with the moment the runes on the ancestral mountain appeared, the blood of the people of the barbarian tribe was in the depths of the bloodline with the vicissitudes of the years, and the bloodline power of generations was gradually weakened, and a certain power that was silent in the deepest part of the bloodline of the barbarian people seemed to be activated.

At this moment, whether it is the barbarian warriors who are fighting, or the 20,000 elite warriors guarding outside the ancestral mountain, the veins under their skin are flashing with a faint imperceptible silver light, and the faint silver light only lasts for a dozen breaths on the barbarian warriors, as if everything has never happened, but the bodies of this group of warriors have undergone earth-shaking changes in just a dozen breaths.

On the periphery of the ancestral mountain, Qi Yu, the prince of Longwu, witnessed the strange scene just now, Qi Yu suddenly grabbed a barbarian warrior closest to him with one hand, the barbarian warrior was tall and burly, but he couldn't move half a minute in Qi Yu's hand, and an invisible force restrained his whole body, making this barbarian warrior red-faced.

What frightened the barbarian warrior was that Qi Yu, who grabbed him, suddenly laughed, the laughing barbarian warrior's scalp was numb, Qi Yu laughed, laughed wildly, just after the investigation, the strength of this barbarian warrior was actually three percent stronger than the white before the silver mang, and more importantly, after being irradiated by the silver mang, the thin blood power in the body of the barbarian warrior was more than a hundred times richer, and their barbarian Dao blood hidden deep in the bloodline has been completely activated, and the potential of this group of barbarian warriors is comparable to the ancestors of the barbarian tribe in ancient times.

Qi Yuxiao was crazy, the most powerful warrior in the ancient world had recovered, and he had tried his best to finally wait for this moment after planning for so long.

The ghost continued to chant the ritual, and the silver runes on the ancestral mountain flickered violently, and the emancipatory aura emitted made the hair stand up, as if it was communicating with the hell and the underworld.

When silver shines to the extreme, an unpredictable scene happens.

Click.

A clearly visible crack spread rapidly downward from the top of the ancestral mountain, instantly from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then the ground shook the mountain, and the ancestral mountain enshrined by the indestructible barbarian tribe actually cracked, like a piece of dough that was broken from the middle and split into two, and the ancestral mountain that was split into two halves slowly moved backwards, and finally stopped when the two halves of the ancestral mountain retreated a hundred feet.

"This..."

Whether it is a ghost, or a hole that fell to the ground and watched the changes in the ancestral mountain in amazement, now it is the ancestral mountain, it is better to say that it is two huge portals, and in the middle is the passage to the other world.

The ghost door to another world has been opened.

Chikong was stunned by the scene in front of him, and at this moment he suddenly realized that this black mountain, which was worshiped for three hundred zhang in the era of the barbarian tribe, was not a mountain, but a portal, a portal to the silence of another world, and the sacrifices they offered were only the energy needed to open this portal.

Looking at it from afar, behind the door is a magma hell, the sky is full of magma jetting, and the vast and wide magma rivers with no end in sight are flowing slowly, and the endless magma torrent is rushing.

Countless bones and corpses floated in the magma torrent, and the scorching magma could not dissolve them, this mysterious realm was like the legendary Senluo Ghost Prison.

"Not good!" the ghost's face changed drastically.

I saw that in that hellish magma world, a huge magma torrent suddenly changed direction and rushed towards them.

A torrent of magma poured out from the portal constructed by the Barbarian Ancestral Mountain.

A steady stream of magma poured out from the world behind the portal, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and in an instant, a radius of ten miles was reduced to a sea of magma and fire.

In the depths of the magma world, a huge skeleton buried in the magma sea, this corpse is tall and thousands of feet, and the skeleton is as golden as if it were poured into gold, and the nine curved sharp horns on the top of the head exude a monstrous aura.

Feeling the opportunity of resurrection, the bones that had been silent for eternity moved, floating along the magma torrent towards the land of Shenzhou.

The ancient demon god who once roamed in Shenzhou embarked on his return journey towards the familiar homeland, waiting for the eternal years to finally usher in this moment.

The corpse trembled softly, as if in pleasure.

And at this moment, no one noticed that an elegant man in a white robe who was like a fairy appeared in the air.

The man is fluttering, with a little purple gold thunder pattern on his eyebrows, looking like he is twenty-eight years old, but whether it is the depth of his eyes or the vicissitudes of life under his eyes, it seems to tell the man's experience.

The man held a one-foot-large flaming red flag, which was surrounded by gold wire, and the front of the red flag seemed to be showing off a flaming red finch to spread its wings and soar.

Looking at the sea of magma and fire under his feet, the man threw the Vermilion Bird Order Flag in his hand.

The Vermilion Bird Banner Chimang Banner rises in the wind or makes a three-zhang long flag, the Vermilion Bird Banner shakes endlessly, and the sea of magma and fire below comes towards the Vermilion Bird Banner, and endless fire pours into the Vermilion Bird Banner.