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More than 200 dragons and thousands of beasts died tragically, and tens of thousands of beasts screamed in grief.

To the east of Queshan Mountain, within ten miles, corpses are all over the field, bloody and bloody, like hell on earth.

Shangwu is still dragging, he is wearing a strange robe, wearing a white bone crown on his head, a string of purple and black skeletons on his neck, purple light flashing in the eye sockets of the skull, holding a white bone staff, and a strange bone ornament.

"Not enough!"

Shangwu's eyes were cold, and he looked around at the hundreds of wizards and priests around him, but he turned to Tai Xiyu and said with a gloomy face: "Blood food is not enough, how can you satisfy the ghost king and the adults of all departments?

"Hmph~"

Tai Xi snorted coldly, but nodded to a high-level totem warrior beside him, who immediately turned around and left.

Not far to the east, a miserable cry soon sounded, and hundreds of totem warriors led tens of thousands of ghost and witch cavalry, driving tens of thousands of wild people, towards the direction of Queshan.

These wild people were ragged and driven away like cattle and sheep, but if anyone slowed down, they were immediately killed by the totemic warriors.

Even when the heart was dug out alive, the hot heart was still pounding, and it was directly eaten alive, and the blood flowed all over the mouth.

The totem warrior looked at these wild people as if he were looking at a group of insects, and his murderous cold eyes, against the dim green light and bonfire, looked like hellish ghosts.

"More than 20,000 people were sacrificed for blood food~"

Qingyang was taken aback, but suddenly in his heart,

"No wonder the Taichu Dao Sutra is so hostile to the existence of the 'ghost' system, such a brutal species, and completely hostile to each other with the concept of the world's common people!

It's no wonder that if you kill the wild people of the ghost and witch tribes, there will be contribution points, but if you kill other wild people, there will be no contribution points, and the ghosts and witches are too evil!"

"More than 20,000 people sacrificed at once?"

Ye Mengqiu and Liu Wu's eyes widened, and their faces were no longer as calm as before.

"Hehe, what is this?"

Red Ghost Xin Yi sneered, "Previously, the old witch of the Ghost Witch Department had planned to seize Beilin City, sacrifice 100,000 people in the city, and summon the true body of the Ghost King to come, if not~"

He did not speak, but the people understood what he meant.

Ye Mengqiuyu's hand caressed her chest, her eyes were full of happiness, and she was even more resolute in shock.

On Queshan Mountain, tens of thousands of Qing clansmen were pale and shocked.

Gazing at the more than 20,000 wild people below the mountain, they were expelled and killed like cattle and sheep, most of them were 14,000 wild people who refused to join the Qing clan, and the rest were also prisoners of war who were raided by the Ghost and Witch Tribe.

If they had refused to join the Qing clan at that time, they would have been in this group of miserable wild people at this time, and the joy in their hearts would have arisen spontaneously.

"I'm taking the initiative to join ah, I'm not a prisoner of war pariah, I want to see Lord Taiquan~"

The patriarch of the Painted Pheasant tribe roared continuously.

He gathered several wild people and took the initiative to defect to the Ghost and Witch Department, thinking that it was a sunny avenue, but he never expected to throw himself into a dead end.

"Aum~Aum~Kaka~"

A strange beast was five feet tall, standing on two legs, five feet tall, with a face like a ghost, and its eyes were full of hideousness, and it couldn't stop screaming in terror.

It was the ghost face that followed the green ghost and passed by from a short distance.

The patriarch of the Painted Pheasant tribe once saw him, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and the survival ** overwhelmed the fear of the ghost-faced dragon.

He pleaded loudly: "Patriarch of the Green Ghosts, I took the initiative to attach, not a prisoner of war pariah, what about Lord Taiquan?"

"Taiquan Xuan?"

The green ghost turned around slowly, swept the frightened face of the patriarch of the Colored Pheasant Clan, a trace of pity flashed, but he couldn't help sneering,

"No wonder you ended up like this, if Taiquan hadn't learned from you, the Qing clan was on the top of Magpie Mountain, maybe he wouldn't have died!"

"Taiquan is dead?"

The patriarch of the Colored Pheasant tribe sat down on the ground limp and muttered blankly, "Why did you die?"

On the innocent face of the green ghost, a scar running through the upper and lower levels became more and more terrifying in the cold line.

The patriarch of the Colored Pheasant Tribe, even crawling and weaving the innocent thighs of the ghosts, couldn't help but plead: "The Patriarch of the Green Ghosts, I am the one who took the initiative to belong, as long as I survive, I am willing to smear the liver and brain of the Ghost and Witch Tribe!"

"Hey~"

The green ghost sneered, "Liver and brain to the ground, it's very good, [it's the time to use your liver and brain to the ground! Becoming the blood food of the Ghost King, won't you get what you want?"

Before the words fell, the green ghost innocent kicked suddenly, kicked the patriarch of the colorful pheasant tribe, and turned to leave.

"How can this be~"

The patriarch of the Painted Pheasant tribe spat blood in his mouth, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Tens of thousands of wild people have gathered together, aren't the Ghost Witch Tribes afraid to resist?"

The catkins bit lightly, and were cared for and raised by the entire sacrificial willow department, and it was the first time she saw such a terrifying mockery, and she said in her heart that she was not afraid of impossibility, "I saved the wild people who were chased and killed by Taiquan before, can't I save them again now?"

"What a stupid thing!"

Qingyang glanced at the playful girl, "At this time, at that time, how many people are in the Taiquan Funeral Department, and how many people are in the Ghost and Witch Department in front of you?"

Ye Mengqiu pulled the catkins and said softly: "Right now, there are enemies on three sides, if you can't get it, the Ghost Witch Department just wants us to go down the mountain to save people, but we are powerless!"

has the heart to save each other, but has no power to return to the sky.

There are more than 20,000 wild people under the mountain, as long as they are saved, it is more than 20,000 contribution points, but Qingyang understands that this is a trap for the Ghost Witch Department.

As long as he dares to go down the mountain to rescue, the Ghost and Witch Department will attack on three sides, and there will be no one to preside over the big formation in Queshan, and it will inevitably be lost.

Even if tens of thousands of wild people finally exploded in despair, hundreds of martial cultivators burst out to fight back.

"Since it's all dead, fight with the Ghost and Witch Ministry!"

However, they were so frightened that they couldn't breathe at all, and their hands and feet were weak and dizzy.

Qingyang is on Magpie Mountain, and you can see it clearly.

In the thick night, a trace of five poisonous miasma, a faint multicolored light, beautiful like a dream, slowly shrouded tens of thousands of wild people, but it was a vicious miasma, completely eliminating their ability to resist.

Not only more than 20,000 wild people, but also tens of thousands of beasts were also in the five poisonous miasma, and one by one they screamed and fell to the ground.

At this moment, thousands of ghost and witch tribesmen, armed with bone swords and bone knives, stepped forward to slash and slaughter without the slightest hesitation.

For a while, the blood splattered, and it was unbearable.

Rolling blood, gushing out, emitting a trace of heat, soon formed puddles of blood in the low-lying places.

The tragic situation under the mountain made Qingyang's face gloomy, but he kept shooting out the magic seal in his hand and projecting it into various formations on the mountain, once the ghost king's law body appeared, he wanted the ghost king to try the power of this formation.

"Woo~"

Tens of thousands of beasts, more than 20,000 wild people, the cries and howls were mixed together, and the thunder shook the sky.

In particular, the 14,000 wild people had just refused the Qing clan's solicitation, and they were about to be sacrificed as blood food.

The remorse and remorse in their hearts can no longer be described in words, but now no one can save them.

Under their terrified gaze, nine giant white bone disks with a diameter of half a foot were carried out by thirty-six totemic warriors, and the blood food sacrifice was about to begin. (To be continued.) )