Facing the second-grade Wuzun, Li Changan restrained all the aura on his body, for fear of being detected something.

In Dajin, the strongest person he saw was only the third grade.

The second product is still just in the imagination.

Now facing the second grade Wuzun, the psychological pressure is indescribable.

However, the feeling brought to him by the second-rank witch is very strange, obviously it should be very strong, but it does not have the strong sense of oppression of the third-grade witch king.

Instead, it was like a stone, without the slightest breath exposed.

"You're good." After a long time, Wu Zun finally spoke, and then with a wave of his big hand, a drop of red-golden blood slowly floated towards Li Changan with an astonishing aura.

It's just a drop of blood, but it seems to absorb all the qi between heaven and earth, becoming the only one between heaven and earth.

The gazes of dozens of third-rank witch kings also slowly moved with this drop of red gold blood.

Most of these eyes revealed greed, and they couldn't wait to swallow this drop of ancestral witch's blood immediately.

Li Changan carefully took the ancestral witch's blood, and then swallowed it in one gulp, not refining it immediately, but putting it into the sea of knowledge.

But in the eyes of other witch kings, it is undoubtedly devoured.

"Damn, I swallowed it directly, a four-grade witch swallowing the blood of the ancestor witch is simply a tyrannical thing."

"One drop of ancestral witch blood is enough to exchange for ten great tribes."

"He's just a fourth-rank great witch, and he can completely cultivate with the help of the great witch's essence blood......"

The eyes of these witch kings are meaningful, and some of them seem to be thinking about something in their hearts.

Wu Zun nodded with satisfaction, "I hope that in the near future, you can become a Witch King and fight for the Zhurong Tribe." ”

Li Changan lowered his head, "The Netherworld will not live up to Lord Wuzun's expectations. ”

"Let's go down." Wu Zun waved his hand, waited for Li Changan to retreat, and said to the Witch King present, "This big witch, don't move. ”

Hearing this, the witch kings who were originally going to make a move after leaving this place were stunned.

This is the first time that Wu Zun has opened his mouth to protect a big witch.

"The Wu are currently at war against the Terrans." Wu Zun said, "War is the fastest way for the Wu clan to cultivate. ”

"We wish the Ministry of Finance, we want to get more benefits in this war."

"I need more witch kings, this big witch, I'm very optimistic."

The witch kings present had to bow their heads, "Yes." ”

"In this war with the Ministry of Communism, I wish the Rong Department to obtain a lot of land, and now I take this opportunity to redraw the sphere of influence."

It's just a trivial matter, and after mentioning it casually, Wu Zun changed the topic,

"Seize the time to cultivate and grow."

"The war between the front and the Terrans is getting hot little by little, and we are ready to go to the battlefield at any time."

……

The end of the war,

Li Changan led the remaining Netherworld army and began to rush back.

After a war, the Netherworld army has shrunk from nearly 400,000 at the beginning to 1890,000 today, and the number of dead is not small.

But those who survived have all been greatly improved.

Although the number of the great army was reduced by half, no tribe or clan dared to underestimate the Netherworld.

After all, the netherworld is a great witch who was summoned by Lord Wuzun.

entered the eyes of Wu Zun, and in their minds, he was on par with the Witch King.

When you come, you don't have to be in a hurry, and when you go back, you don't have to be in a hurry.

Li Changan sat cross-legged on top of the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus, and all his energy was placed on the red golden ancestral witch blood in the sea of knowledge.

This drop of ancestral witch blood gave him the feeling that it was extremely similar to the seed of the Holy Dao, and it was diffused with an aura that belonged to the sacred.

However, the breath of the Seed of the Holy Dao was even purer, and the divine aura in this drop of ancestral witch's blood was much thinner, and it was slightly dull and lacking in spirituality.

In the sea of knowledge, the three primordial gods cast their own reflections, surrounding this drop of ancestral witch blood, wanting to learn something from it.

The Netherworld Emperor took the lead and took out thirty percent and threw it into his mouth.

The big day did not fall, and it also drew out thirty percent.

The remaining forty percent were included in the Cangsheng Society by Taishang Hongchen.

A wisp of Zhurong Ancestral Witch's power, mixed with the power of the three ancient stars, quietly flowed into the golden pill around him.

The three phases were superimposed, turning into an unreasonable golden pill force, pushing the golden body cultivation into a crazy upward push.

Obviously, he has just stepped into the fifth turn of the golden body, but at this moment, he is moving towards the sixth turn at an extremely exaggerated speed.

And the three primordial gods, under the blessing of this drop of ancestral witch blood, the divinity on their bodies became more and more intense.

On the way back,

Qiang Hunt and Qiang Martyrdom found Li Chang'an.

"After this war, the warring tribes will gain a lot of territory."

"Your Netherworld tribe is to the west of the Qiang tribe, you can continue to expand westward, and then become a tribe and help the Qiang people."

"That territory, we have also discussed with other witch kings, they will not intervene, so you can concentrate on expanding and will not encounter the witch king."

Li Changan glanced at the map brought by the two witch kings, and was almost not frightened.

These two guys, are they a little too good for themselves?

Just because of your talent?

Or is it because of Wuzun's value?

The territory they demarcated stretched for eight thousand miles to the west.

In this 8,000-li range, there are no other Witch Kings, and even if they continue to expand outward, there will be no problem at all.

Because 8,000 miles away, there is a rocky mountain range across the mountain from the Ministry of Communism.

Under normal circumstances, there would be no Wics stationed in the Rocky Mountains, where there is little value to occupy.

If Li Changan doesn't dislike it, he can continue to invade forward, and there will be no other witch kings to stop him.

"Thank you, two witch kings." Li Changan hurriedly thanked him.

Qiang Hunt patted Li Chang'an on the shoulder, "This war is just average, and soon the race war with the human race will come." ”

"We all want you to become the Witch King before the race war breaks out."

Li Changan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart when he heard this, and then nodded solemnly.

When the two witch kings departed,

Li Changan's face was still calm, but he was overturned inside.

Race Wars.

I have seen the war with the Ministry of Communism, this large-scale war involving tens of millions of witch soldiers, and it is only a small action.

I can't imagine what a real race war would be like.

At the very least, the ancestral witch altar will be transported over, right?

What secrets are hidden in the altar that can plunder souls?

Why was the war forced to stop when the ancestral altar was destroyed even a little bit?

Moreover, the three primordial gods longed for that small piece of altar chain to the extreme.

It's worth researching.

The speed of the return journey was much faster, and the armies of all sides gradually dispersed, and they were not so bloated.

When I returned to Netherworld, another two months had passed.

That drop of ancestral witch blood, as well as all the gains on the battlefield, were finally digested.

The golden body has entered the realm of six turns.

The three primordial gods have also benefited a lot.

The Netherworld Emperor has achieved the four refining primordial gods, and the Great Sun Rulai has also entered the four refinements.

Only Taishang Hongchen's progress was slightly slower, but he also successfully reached the Three Refining Realm.

In addition to continuing to use the power of the ancient star to refine the primordial gods, the three primordial gods now have one more important thing.

That is the Altar Chain of Enlightenment.

The Ancestral Witch Altar is closely related to the Witch War, and it can also devour souls.

If you can reproduce the virtual image of the co-workers on the battlefield and understand the sacred way from it, it will be extraordinary.

It's a pity that there has been no progress.

Now there are as many as 100,000 remnant souls gathered around the bodies of the three primordial gods, but in addition to constantly worshipping the primordial gods, they cannot have anything to do with the altar chains.

Obviously, you can see some regular silk threads, but the convergence and entanglement of regular silk threads can't find an entry point at all.

Just when the three primordial gods were constantly trying to reproduce the altar chains.

Da Ri Rulai suddenly stopped his meditation and turned his gaze to the demon god not far away.

Almost at the same time, the figure of the demon god disappeared in place like an afterimage, and the next moment it was brutally squeezed out of the void, and a palm slashed down on the top of the head of the great sun.

Space Rules!

This demon god actually triggered the rules of space!