"How long have I been asleep?" Wu Miao's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the person in front of him.

Under the separation of the spirit, his face has been revealed, and the family of four clearly sees his original appearance.

For Wu Miao, this is a taboo.

Whoever sees the true face will die.

A dark light appeared on his fingertips, and when the words were asked, they seemed ready to wipe out the human life.

"Brother Tai, you are really fateful, you can still be safe and sound after being cracked by thunder, you must be a powerful cultivator, right?" As he spoke, he handed the bowl of water again.

Then he made a gesture with his eyes and asked his wife to quickly bring the surplus food.

"Uncle, you slept for a total of fourteen days and seven hours, and I kept remembering it." The little girl next to her blinked and spoke.

She was a little younger than her brother, and her unkempt hair was uncombed, but it still couldn't hide her fair-skinned face carved like porcelain.

Seeing this, he hesitated slightly, and the black light on his fingertips gradually faded, and he took the bowl of water.

At the moment of awakening, the soul and the body began to merge on their own, and it would not be long before the turmoil of the sea of consciousness would be repaired.

"Dongzhou is ...... now. Are you alright?" Wu Miao sipped the well water lightly and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

When they heard this, they couldn't help but sigh.

"A few days ago, the human sacrifices issued an urgent order to let us not go out, and then many powerful demons appeared."

"Many nearby cities have fallen, and there is a great demon king who is sweeping, and the refugees are displaced, fleeing in all directions, hiding in the wilderness, hoping to save their lives."

"But the situation doesn't seem to be very optimistic, and we don't know what's going on."

After the words were spoken, Wu Miao's movements paused slightly, and a cold glow in his eyes suddenly appeared.

The war has begun.

He looked up and out the window.

The celestial phenomena of Dongzhou are dull and dull, and under the eight desolations are the evil aura of Xitianzhou.

The haze is covered, and there is no past.

"Brother Tai, you rest first, I'll go to the next town to see if there is any surplus food." As he spoke, he put on his cloak and went out on foot.

The hostess looked worried and sent her back away.

The two children were playing chess around the table, and Wu Miao noticed that the chess pieces they were using were all clay figurines, with branded words on the back.

Amazingly, sixty-two ghosts and gods in the world!

The chess pieces are of different colors, and it seems that within the rules of the two children, there are also levels.

"How come I've never seen you play?" Wu Miao asked softly.

The little boy turned his head, held up a chess piece, and replied with a smile, "This is the way we play at the big pass, and there are many people playing it now."

"Uncle, look, this is a third-order chess in my hand, and it is golden, which means that it is the strongest of all chess pieces!"

"We have a few other golden ones on the board, and if my sister can't draw the same golden one, she'll lose."

When the words fell, Wu Miao looked at the clay figure chess piece in the little boy's hand, and couldn't help but be a little silent.

He didn't expect that in the eyes of the world, he was a monster with three heads and six arms, a terrifying appearance, and black wings on his back.

"Kid, do you like that chess piece in your hand?" Wu Miao asked again.

"Of course, he's a symbol of strength!" The little boy grinned and slaughtered in front of his sister, capturing a lot of cards. ….

"I heard that the ancient miracle has come again, there is a ghost pillar at the end of the pass, when I grow up, I will definitely go there, become his people, and cultivate powerful supernatural secret arts!"

The little boy was full of ambition, and it seemed that in his eyes, the chess in his hand was extremely powerful.

"Uh...... My brother bullied me." The chess pieces in front of the little girl were eaten cleanly.

The hostess hurriedly walked over, and after scolding her, she smiled at Wu Miao, "The two children have quarreled with you, but don't be surprised."

"This kid is just a child, his eyes are not so bad in his heart, we belong

The people of Dongzhou believe in human sacrifices, if he dares to learn any crooked ways, see that I don't break his legs!"

After saying that, the little boy also cried.

"Mother's eccentricity! Mother's bad!"

Wu Miao couldn't help but laugh and gently rubbed his little head.

If the 300,000 people in the territory saw this picture, they would be shocked.

The Miserable Ghost Martial God in cognition is so lonely and cold that he has such a posture.

"Still crying? If you cry again, I'll throw you out and let the Great Demon King eat you!" The hostess spoke angrily.

The little boy immediately shut up, sobbing incessantly, and his eyes were watery.

It could be seen that he was afraid of the Great Demon King who had displaced many cities.

He laughed and said nothing.

Soon, time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was three days.

That night, the hostess, who had not been able to wait for her husband to return for a long time, looked more and more anxious.

She stood in the doorway, looking into the distance, as if desperately hoping that she could see her husband's figure in her sight.

Suddenly, the eyes of the miserable silence suddenly opened.

In the sight of the hostess, the husband rushed to his feet, carrying a bag of rice on his shoulder.

He looked at his wife, who was standing in the doorway, and yelled, "Run! Run away with the children!"

The voice was heard, but the hostess could not hear it clearly.

When she saw her husband's figure, her eyes were overjoyed.

But soon, he covered his mouth and looked terrified.

The black clouds made waves, rolling countless pairs of blood-colored eyes, with greed and madness, towards the small village.

The aura is full of evil, and you can see a pair of wings that cover the sky, blooming with a fiery red flame luster, showing on the top of the black clouds.

"Escape...... Run!"

The man's voice was hoarse, and he gradually approached the door, and finally he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Daddy!"

The two children hurried forward, and the hostess hurriedly picked up the shovel at the door.

The black clouds are coming, and they are as deep as they are.

Countless pairs of blood-colored eyes stared at him, and let out a shrill and piercing laugh.

"Leave me alone, run!" The man threw the rice bag to the little boy.

Seeing her father fall to the ground and his knee bleeding, the little girl cried without a master.

She stood there at a loss, and her bloody eyes stared at her, gradually probing.

The rice bag was not caught by the little boy and spilled all over the ground.

Fear climbed into the depths of his soul, and when his knees stiffened, his eyes were already overflowing with tears.

He stared up at the black clouds, huge bloody eyes.

His hands trembled, but he still raised them, holding a clay figure wet with sweat, pointing into the air. ….

"Wang Qi is here, the evil retreats!"

He yelled, and the fear finally caused the tears to roll down, and the petite figure kept trembling, but he still stood in front of his sister, and did not take a step back.

"Silly boy......" the man closed his eyes in despair.

"Woo...... My brother is dying!" The little girl cried.

"Brute, stay away from my child!" There were other screams and shovels fluttering.

A black cloud descended and enveloped the village.

A pair of bloody hands suddenly poked out, ruthlessly slamming downward.

When the bloody wind came, the little boy clutched the clay figure in his hand, only to see that the bloody hand in the sky suddenly collapsed.

A sword cold shadow suddenly appeared, instantly crossing the entire ten miles of the sky.

Everywhere it touched, the black clouds were crushed indiscriminately, and the countless pairs of blood-colored eyes revealed inside showed fear on the spot.

Without the slightest gesture, he was wiped out by the flying ashes of the sword shadow.

Go to the edge of the sky, and cut off the crimson wings in an instant!

Rumble!

The sky roared, accompanied by a terrible scream.

The little boy held the clay figure and looked at the picture, stunned.

Against

The blood rain was swaying, and the position at the door, there was no misery, and he walked slowly, and a white mask gradually appeared in his cold appearance.

"These are my people."

The whisper swirls around the eight desolations of heaven and earth, with loneliness and murder.

With the coming of Wu Miao, the aura of the supreme ghost god spread in an all-round way.

The black clouds annihilated, and the crimson wings broke, revealing a figure with a panicked expression.

He had a demon horn on his head, and he was wearing a big red robe, and the rich demonic fluctuations were collapsing layer by layer at this time.

Looking at his miserable appearance, his steps retreated, and his voice was sharp: "Who are you!"

A space-distorted wave suddenly appeared, turning into an invisible palm and gently clasping his neck.

"Dongzhou, no misery."

Bang!

The huge force invaded, broke his neck on the spot, and shattered a body of qi.

Drifting along the rain of blood, a cold wind blew in all directions of the village, and it was slightly cold in the whistling room.

The little boy stood in place, stunned and stared at the back of Wu Miao, still holding the ghost and god clay man in his mind, which he thought was the strongest.

"Child, when you grow up, this gentleman will take you as an apprentice, if...... If you're still alive."

Wu Miao turned his head and smiled slightly.

At this moment, the little boy seemed to understand something, and seeing that Wu Miao had already stepped into the air, he hurriedly ran forward and shouted, "Uncle, where are you going?"

Wu Miao didn't turn around, turned his sleeves into a black sword, cut through the sky and left.

Accompanied by the opening and closing of the enchantment to protect the village, there are other words of heaven and earth, resounding through the eight wildernesses.

"Do what you have to do!"

Changhong is thousands of miles away, and leaves in an instant.

The man and the hostess froze in place for a long time, looking at the disappearing figure in the sky, as if they couldn't ease their senses.

……

……

Half a month after the outbreak of the melee, Dongzhou began to fall in full force.

In the sky above the ancient city of Yuanyuan, the plague and miasma realm were shrouded, and most of the tens of thousands of golden crow sacrifices fell.

From a distant location, it could be seen that more and more West Heaven Continent demons were rushing towards here.

In addition, the seventy-two charms of Yin Shinaqi began to form an encirclement and suppression of the ancient city, intending to complete the blockade of the existing forces of the Jinwu tribe.

The roar rang out, and the spell fluctuated and flickered in the sky.

This battle lasted for many days. ….

In the extreme plague miasma realm, Ji Zu was sitting cross-legged, his hair was already scattered, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and his robe was torn to reveal his arms.

There are streaked imprints, shimmering like breathing, but more and more dark.

He looked at the plague god in front of him, and the scene of the entire heaven and earth being devastated, and remained silent, continuing to use magic to contain it.

Two days ago, the plague god was preparing to leave, and it seems that he has received news that he has found the so-called Dark Codex.

It's just that the resistance is extremely strong and needs help.

Ji Zu didn't know whose hands the Dark Codex was, and who was at war with another god.

But he knew in his heart that if the plague god went, those who fought against him would surely die.

If it was before, Ji Zu would inevitably let it go.

But now, the two lovers of Yunhai have been wiped out by the plague god, and all the golden crow sacrifices in the tribe are fighting.

The obsession in his heart surpassed everything.

He didn't want Yunhai to be disappointed again, and he didn't want Yunhai's death to be worthless.

The battle lasted seven days.

The origin is gradually showing signs of exhaustion, and the bright golden crow behind him is also darkening.

The strength of the plague god is still as strong as it was back then, and it can't be looked at.

Miasma swirled around his body, destroying wisps of vitality, and there was a huge magic seal condensing the firmament, which was Ji Zu's last resort.

The plague god was walking slowly, dressed in cloth, with a hideous face on it, and constantly letting out a silent roar.

Another banner was held in his palm, and there were a total of four demon figures beside him, slowly squirming and staring at Ji Zu tightly.

"You've changed a lot from back then." plague

The god whispered, and a hoarse voice fell into Ji Zu's ears.

This seven-day battle is a real battle of life and death.

Unlike back then, Ji Zu only made a slight move, and he was already defeated and unwilling to fall into a fierce battle.

"I said, I'm going to kill you." Ji Zu's fingertips are wrapped around the magic trick.

"You're so persistent." The plague god laughed.

"The general trend of Dongzhou has gone, the heroes are silent, there is no longer the style of the year, obviously you are scared, you insist on this, you just lose your life in vain."

He said with his back and gently waved the flag, and there was a wind and thunder tearing, so that the huge magic seal on Ji Zu's head suddenly flickered, and there were signs of extinguishment.

Ji Zu gritted his teeth and once again urged the remnants of the origin in his body.

But he has reached the limit, and he has not been able to hurt the plague god at all, and he is even more powerless to fight back.

The black abyss appeared, turned into a hideous giant mouth, and suddenly swallowed it, biting off a gap in the huge magic technique.

"After blocking this seat for seven days, you are indeed a little stronger than the sacrificial queen back then." The plague god flicked his sleeves, and there was an evil dragon roaring filial piety, and it fell in front of Ji Zu.

Bang!

The fingertip magic seal collapsed, the black dragon disappeared, and Ji Zu also spurted out a mouthful of blood in his face, his chest robe shattered, and his skin turned black.

"The human emperor you rely on may not wake up again." The plague god whispered again, every word was fine, destroying Ji Zu's faith.

"Maybe, but even if the human emperor doesn't wake up, you won't be able to touch the ancient land of Dongzhou." Ji Zu laughed, as if he was determined to die.

He said that someone would do it.

There are two sides of good and evil, and there will always be one side that will stand up.

"Where did you come from your faith, so foolish as to let me down?" The plague god shook his head.

He finally raised his index finger, and a gray miasma opened and closed, and with the power of crushing space, he flicked towards Ji Zu.

With this blow, Ji Zu had already foreseen death.

He laughed miserably, but before he exploded, suddenly a sword light poured out, with the edge of a terrifying heresy.

In just an instant, he cut through the realm of the plague god, and even cut it head-on, destroying the withering and decaying, and screaming the bodies of four evil ghosts, and the two halves were separated!

This sudden change made the plague god's aura a little confused.

He looked up slightly, but saw nothing.

Until suddenly, a chill struck, making the squirming of the hideous face of the cloth clothes on his body, and he stiffened and froze.

As soon as he turned his head, he was the miserable white mask, glowing with a cold aura of gloom.

"You ......" the plague god was creepy.

Before he could make any movement, a palm slammed down, and his head collapsed, and his seven orifices spurted blood, and his teeth were together, shattered and smashed.

The cloth clothes and faces on his body screamed in fear and were shocked to pieces!

"Where is your master?" There is no misery and cold to speak, without the slightest emotion.

At this moment, looking at the collapse of the plague god's body, Ji Zu was stunned.

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