There is such a vision at the altar of the ancestral witch,

Wu Zun, who was sitting in the rear, suddenly stood up in disbelief.

"Who has blasphemed the Ancestral Witch!"

"Blaspheming the ancestral witch is a great sin, and the sin is unforgivable!"

Zu Wu is the ancestor of all Wu people, and has created a road to heaven for the Wu people, and they can enjoy the worship and faith of hundreds of millions of Wu people.

Ranked first among all the witch gods.

However, in such a tribal war, there was a rebel against the ancestors!

Hurt the Ancestral Witch Altar.

Blasphemy against the Ancestral Witch!

Such a felony is enough to implicate an entire tribe or even a group.

The earth trembled wildly, and after all the witch kings stood still for a moment, madness raged on the earth.

There was a huge deviation in the war.

The ancestral shrine of the Ministry of Communism was damaged, and it could no longer absorb the souls of heaven and earth, and there was no need for the war to continue.

The witch kings of the Zhurong Department fought desperately, wanting to hunt for more merit at the last moment.

The Witch King of the Ministry of Communism worked hard to intercept and kill the Witch King of the Zhurong Department to prevent them from continuing to massacre on the battlefield.

Li Changan put away the small fragment of the chain of the ancestral witch altar, pretended to be seriously injured, buried the pit he was walking through underground, and then slowly climbed up from the deep pit that was smashed down.

The sorcerers of the Ministry of Communism who rushed through these potholes were stunned for a moment, and then immediately pounced on him.

"That hateful Zhurong Witch is not dead, kill him!"

"Take him down, and the witch kings will definitely be rewarded."

……

There was a problem with their ancestral shrine and they had to retreat.

Even after this battle, many rewards were gone.

But if you kill this Zhurong Witch during the retreat, there will definitely be a reward from above.

Li Changan stumbled a few times, two flaming long knives appeared in his hands, grinned, and rushed directly into the enemy group.

Qiang Hunt swept away the fire in the aqua blue, and immediately shouted at Qiang in surprise, "The Netherworld is not dead yet, bring him back." ”

A living future witch king is worth even more.

For them, the Witch King, only in the Great War will they have the opportunity to obtain the blood of the Ancestral Witch.

Find one more ally and form alliances in future wars to earn more credit.

This Netherworld is an ally that the two brothers value, and it's a pity to fold here.

Qiang Martyr also found Li Changan's figure, "I knew that he couldn't die yet." ”

"Shoot!"

After the two brothers tried their best to repel their respective opponents, Qiang Zhu turned around and rushed towards Li Chang'an.

Behind Qiang Hunt, there was a bang, and two arms stretched out.

The momentum on his body skyrocketed again, and he stubbornly blocked the attack of the two witch kings on the opposite side.

After Li Changan overthrew the three great witches of the Communist Labor Department, he also greeted him in the direction of Qiang's martyrdom.

"Let's go."

Qiang Martyr grabbed Li Changan's shoulder with a slap, rammed through the ground, and ran wildly to the rear of the battle array.

Then he shook his big hand and threw it out like a stone.

Then he turned around and returned to the battlefield of the Witch King, and together with Qiang Hunt, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill a Witch King of the Ministry of Communism.

Li Changan flew out more than ten miles in a blink of an eye and returned to the hinterland of the battle formation of the Zhurong Department.

There is no existence of the Witch King of the Ministry of Communism here, and it is a lot safer.

Around, there are figures of Zhu Rongbu charging everywhere.

Looking down from the sky, it stretches for thousands of miles.

"Roaring ......"

A roar came from below.

It's a black-armored tyrannosaurus.

Li Changan turned around in an instant, and stood on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus again.

The army of the Netherworld also found out that their king had returned, and one by one they roared excitedly and rushed forward to kill.

Even the pursuit battle lasted for several days.

After Li Changan returned to the battle formation of the Netherworld Tribe, he only fought in close combat, and did not rise again as before.

Although he lost the domineering power that swallowed the world, all his souls were pocketed by him and distributed to the three primordial gods.

When this pursuit battle ended, the harvest of souls had reached 200,000.

And that's not even counting the waste of previous large-scale killings.

The battle on the frontal battlefield is finally over, and the witch kings of the Zhurong Department have also returned one after another.

Li Changan sat on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus, looking at the thousands of miles of red land, stretching over the mountain of corpses, urging the black-armored tyrannosaurus to walk around the battlefield, and the fire spread everywhere he passed, and a drop of essence blood was pocketed by him.

Three of the great witches under his command died.

Now only Qimang, Wuheng, and Qianya remain.

After this battle, the aura on their bodies has become much stronger.

The eyes of each great witch were full of red bloodshots, and they were full of anger, as if they could continue to rush and kill at any time.

"Gather the army." Li Changan's voice sounded in their ears.

The three great witches suddenly came to their senses, bowed their heads respectfully towards Li Changan, and gathered the witch soldiers under their command.

Piles of corpses were piled up by the Nether Tribe army.

It's become a habit for them.

Only the king is qualified to harvest the blood of those witch clans.

And other tribes are also collecting, and between tribes and tribes, there are inevitably disputes.

Such disputes are rare for the Netherworld Tribe.

When those great witches saw the figure sitting high on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus, they couldn't help but look away.

The Nether Tribe may not be a race, but they have an extremely formidable leader.

Except for the Witch King-level powerhouses, the Netherworld Tribe is worthy of no opponent.

Li Changan divided a small part of the essence blood of the witch clan and gave it to the three living witches under his command.

"After I go back, I will practice hard and strive to become a witch king as soon as possible."

Wuheng, Qimang, and Qianya respectfully accepted the reward.

Another day passed,

Li Changan is still continuing to refine the essence blood of the Wu clan to prepare for the breakthrough in the future.

Qiang was martyred, and everywhere he passed, countless Wu clans saluted.

"Let's go, follow me to see Wu Zun!"

Qiang's words suddenly made the surroundings silent.

All the witches looked at the calm figure in disbelief.

That's Wu Zun!

They didn't even have the qualifications to look at Wu Zun from afar.

And he can face Wu Zun directly!

Not a level at all.

The underworld is not a witch king, but a witch king.

Li Changan jumped down from the black-armored tyrannosaurus, hugged his fists towards Qiang, and said to Wu Heng who came over, "Continue to collect the corpse." ”

Wu Heng and honorably bowed his head to receive his life.

Qiang Martyr turned a blind eye to the gazes around him, and instead admonished, "Don't be afraid to meet Wuzun. ”

"Although wars break out all year round, the fighting between tribes is extremely frequent."

"But the ultimate goal is to cultivate real strong people."

"Your performance in this battle is very eye-catching, Wu Zun and those Witch Kings have seen it and have recognized your existence."

"Wu Zun should give you a drop of ancestral witch blood."

"That's a real treasure, and it's the elixir that all witch kings dream of."

"It has an amazing effect on the cultivation of the two great supernatural powers."

Li Changan nodded, "Thank you, Witch King." ”

He was able to be noticed, and the two witch kings, Qiang Hunt and Qiang Martyr, helped a lot.

If you can get the blood of the ancestral witch, half of the credit goes to these two witch kings.

Qiang Yan continued, "The blood of the ancestral witch is extremely precious, if you get it, you can swallow it directly, and those witch kings in the province are red-eyed. ”

"Although those guys have recognized you, in front of the ancestral blood, the so-called recognition is as fragile as a clod of soil."

"If you don't use it directly, there's no guarantee that they won't attack you after you leave."

Li Chang'an said, "The two witch kings have helped the Netherworld a lot, and the Netherworld will never forget it. ”

Qiang Yan smiled and patted Li Changan's shoulder, "Your strength is very strong, but we hope that you will become a witch king as soon as possible, and then you and I will join forces." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to harvest the blood of the ancestral witch in such a great battle?"

With that, they soon came to the top of a mountain.

As soon as he walked up, Li Changan's whole body tightened, and a huge pressure suddenly turned into a mountain and the pressure dropped.

Dozens of Witch Kings and one Witch Venerable, so many eyes looked at it together.

Even if he didn't deliberately release his breath, it was enough to scare ordinary witches half to death.

Li Changan paused slightly, and then continued to move forward with his face as usual under the pressure that was still soaring wildly, "The Netherworld has seen Lord Wuzun, and I have seen all the Witch Kings. ”