"What's there to panic about?"

"The Blood Witch God is dead, relying on the defense of the ancestral land, even if they succeed for a while, they won't be able to last long."

At the dome, another radiant light witch sneered, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

She wrapped a moonlight ribbon around her shoulders, a white wattle cloth armor around her waist, a piece of spring light on her neck, and a section of snow on her thighs.

"Light and harmony, light language, follow me to fight."

"Yes, Sister Burn."

One order, two responses, and three pillars of holy light rushed into the sky.

Wu Guangzhi, the leader, saw a five-clawed white dragon appear behind him.

The white dragon's head was thick and long, the back was covered with scale armor, the dragon's claws grasped four balls of light, the dragon's tail flicked, and the clear dragon roared and the sky was terrifying.

Wu Guanghe and Wu Guangyu, who followed behind, appeared behind the illusions of a white fox and a golden bear respectively.

One is as holy as a cloud and as soft as tofu.

One is bright and fair, and he is full of courage.

I saw the white fox hiss, injecting a milky white light into the five-clawed white dragon.

The golden bear roared, as if it was carrying a mountain of gold on its back, and smashed completely into the body of the five-clawed white dragon.

"Moan—"

The five-clawed white dragon is once again huge, reaching a body of tens of thousands of meters in an instant.

It coiled around the void, and with every flick of its claws, it would inevitably shatter a large cloud of blood.

If the dragon's mouth is opened, like a whale swallowing the sea, the blood rain of the big canopy swallows into the stomach, and the pervasive death crisis in the air will inevitably have a distinct decline.

"The Great Witch of Light is mighty!"

"The two jades of Light and Light are also the mainstays, the illusions of the Holy Grace Spirit Fox and the Sun Bear, we are waiting for an eye-opener!"

A group of low-ranking aliens, apparently vassals, slapped their farts loudly.

Of course, their cries were quickly drowned out, and more vassals were amazed by Wu Guangqing's ruthlessness and strength, and couldn't take care of the other light witches.

"Boom-"

The illusion of the twelve-winged holy angel, standing up to the sky and the earth, almost turned into a god.

Every piece of white wings fell, it was a soaring slash of holy light, the heat of the sun and the desolation of the moon were perfectly integrated under such a slash.

Wu Xuelu, who fought against him, fell into a bitter battle from beginning to end.

Both witches are protected by the blood of the Witch Ancestor, but one comes to the realm of false gods, and the other is still the standard consummation.

The gap here seems to be a foot, but in fact it is a thousand feet, and it has been difficult to surpass since ancient times.

"It is worthy of being the most important descendant of the Light Witch God, who was sanctified in the tenth era of the ancient universe, and first entered the first era of the nascent universe, and was successfully promoted to the holy consummation!"

"Then I precipitated a whole era, and when I came to the second era of the new era, I had actually touched the gate of heaven, and I was only a line away from sealing the gods!"

There was a corpse witch king holding a scepter, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Another baby witch king, the size of a human baby, hid in the cradle, with a pacifier in his mouth, and said shyly:

"Lao Tzu heard that Wu Guangqing's methods are extremely cruel."

"In order to ascend to the realm of false gods, she slaughtered dozens of Light Saint Clans."

"Especially the Holy Angel lineage, since the suspected fall of the Divine Angel, it was Wu Guangqing who led the team, and everything that was unrelated to the light element was all wiped out by her."

"She can become a false god, and the flesh and blood of the holy angel must play a key role."

"The Blood Witch Clan refuses to bend their knees and be humiliated, and there is only one end - death."

"The unstoppable Guangwu clan is destined to become an immortal myth in the spirit world, we will definitely be able to drink a mouthful of fresh soup if we follow it to the death!"

As he spoke, the Baby Witch King spit out the pacifier and cried.

It unleashes its racial skill, "Infant Cry", and a piercing sound wave tears through the obstacles that come in front of it.

By the time they reached the location of the Blood Cocoon, the sound wave still did not weaken, forcibly cutting through the Blood Cocoon, further tearing the entrance to the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"The Blood Witch Priestess will be handed over to the Light Witch, and the other branches and vassal subordinates will be slaughtered by Lao Tzu!"

The Infant Witch King's entire face cracked, and the terrifying laughter blessed the sound waves.

In the space that cannot be seen by the naked eye, swords fly and swords dance, and the cold light of sharpening iron like mud follows one after another.

"Blood...... Madness! ”

A cold shout, like a squeeze out between the teeth.

Wu Xuelu raised his head to the sky and roared, his blood-red big wavy hair grew wildly, and he fell to the ground like a tree vine in the snap of his fingers, and a dense blood-colored waterfall blocked in front of the Infant Witch King with a vicious and abrupt attitude.

"The Blood Witch Clan, the Acting Patriarch, Wu Xuelu."

"Hold my witch order, this battle will not retreat or surrender, all my blood witch lineage, whether it is the core or vassal, swear to protect the remnants of the witch ancestor to the death! Swear to protect the Holy Land of Wuzu to the death! ”

Boom –

The ringing of the bell runs through the heavens and the earth.

In the Blood Medicine Temple, the walls fell wildly, cracks climbed, and the entire temple had a tendency to collapse.

Looking up at the sky, Ye Hanjun looked at the mottled blood shadow on the sky, and listened to the arrogant words of the ancient witch, his eyes were stunned and his expression was confused.

When I woke up, why did I become like this?

Stepping into the second era of the new era, but about two hundred years later, the enemy race is so hungry and thirsty, can't it wait any longer?

"Boy, it's war."

"It's my mother-in-law's mother's family, this group of little wolf cubs with foxes and fake tigers, if you don't educate them well, you really think you are invincible in the world."

Outside the Blood Medicine Palace, Bertner, who was like a vampire bat hanging upside down on the eaves, slowly opened his graceful and luxurious glass eyes.

He spit out the herb stalks in his mouth, his handsome features still exuding careless coolness, as if nothing could make him take it to heart.

"Brother go first."

"The stage is yours, whatever you do, it doesn't hurt if the sky falls apart."

Bertnall waved his hand toward the hall, and a pair of gilt bat wings slowly opened on his back.

He began to float in the air, rising very slowly, and without any spectacular momentum.

But if one looks at it from the front, they can see that the vampire prince Bertner's expression is getting more and more flat, until it ...... Frosty!

"Hula-"

A scarlet wind blew, and Bertnall appeared out of thin air above the Infant Witch King's head.

He hung upside down in the sky, his hands lazily folded and his face as beautiful as jade, as if he were examining an ant.

"Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-"

The Baby Witch King is still crying, and as long as its skills are not interrupted, the longer it lasts, the more powerful it appears.

Suddenly, a pale palm grasped its neck, a terrible force that was enough to tear down the mountain, breaking the fragile neck.

"Uh...... Belch...... Uh......"

The Infant Witch King couldn't believe it, and when he came back to his senses, he subconsciously covered his neck and gasped desperately.

It was only then that it realized that there was an extra figure above its head, and a slight shadow that fell down just shrouded its eye sockets.

"Poor little lamb, God will bless you."

Bertnall smiled pityingly, and rather casually threw the still warm body of the Infant Witch King to the ground.

He turned and looked at the nearest Witch King.

The gilded golden wings had not yet flapped, and one after another blood bats pounced out from his back, all aiming at the body of the Infant Witch King, rushing, pounced, swooped, and the cycle repeated.

Three breaths – only three breaths.

The blood bat returned to Bertnar's body, his skin flushed, his suave temperament deflected ninety degrees, his eyes were colder than icebergs, and his killing intent was heavier than the abyss.

"The guardian spirit of the Night...... Damn it! ”

The Corpse Witch King turned his head and ran, and his embarrassed running posture, if it was placed in a non-war time, would inevitably lead to the witch's belly.

But at this time, no one can laugh, no witch dares to laugh.

Bötner vanished in place, accompanied by a long trail of afterimages, and he grabbed the Witch King's neck and twisted it vigorously.

"I almost forgot, you're in charge of the corpse path, it's harder to die."

With a slam of his elbow, Bötner smashed the head of the Witch King, throwing the lower half of his body to the ground.

Then he raised his toes, and the shiny sharp-cornered black boots reflected the holy light in the sky, and stepped on it without hesitation.

"Boom!!"

The momentum of the fall, like the collapse of the sky.

A blood-colored wave covering a radius of hundreds of miles unfolded around the inconspicuous boot.

The earth faded away from the traces of desolation, and it was sunk down several meters.

You must know that this is the ancestral land of the Blood Witch, and it is not forged by divine gold inside and out, but is inlaid by the formation pattern, and the hardness is beyond the imagination of the ordinary Holy Spirit.

But it was still dented, and the Corpse Witch King at the center had gone from a melee spirit comparable to the physique of a brute to a flat, eroded piece of indescribable substance.

It died very completely, and all the spiritual substances in its flesh and blood were stripped of by blood, and there was no possibility of recombination.

And the soul that was about to move was pulled out by Bertner alone, like crushing a stone on the side of the road, crushed into powder, and ruthlessly fell.

"Wow~~~"

A pale blue cloud slowly moved above Burtner's head.

Bertnar looked up, squinting slightly, and a little blood burst from his pupils.

The clouds exploded in an instant, and a strange witch in a blue dance skirt swayed the skirt of Chu Chu's moving skirt, looking forward to life, like a goddess descending to earth.

"Yo, when did the Yun Wu vein get mixed with the Light Witch?"

"If I'm not mistaken, in the late Ancient Universe and even the early Palazzo, you are the rulers of the Sea of Clouds in the Nine Seas, who have dominated for fifty or sixty thousand years, leaving behind many myths and legends."

Bertnall whistled and chuckled.

The Cloud Witch Goddess Wu Yundie, who was scrutinized by him up and down, was cold and deaf ears:

"Why mention the past."

"My Yunwu clan, although there is no second Yunwu God, there is no peak momentum."

"But on the eve of the fall of the Cloud Witch God, he promised to give the godhead to the Light Witch, and now the reason why the Light Witch God is a god is not the credit of my clan."

"We have two veins, one is the old master of Yunhai, and the other is the new master of Yunhai, we are like brothers and sisters, and we have gotten along amiably so far, and we can't allow you to sow discord."

When the sound fell, the blue clouds covered the sky, turning into a large blue bird and pounced on the vampire prince.

Bertnall showed a playful smile, did not dodge or dodge, kicked the ground with his feet, and his wings shook the air, like a demon-destroying arrow splitting the big bird, and went straight to the cloud witch priestess.

"Think of me as one of those clowns?"

Wu Yundie laughed, her arms fell together, the sky flashed, and the two cloud mountains fell with a bang.

Böltner dodged sideways, dodged away, and then tried to break through, but saw two cloud turtles whirling, not only forcing him back, but also trying to smash the witch blood on the other side.

"Woman in the way, get out of the way!"

Bertnar flashed again, kicked out straight, and the half-stunned Wu Xuebi couldn't stop it, and flew out of the distance, completely out of the battlefield just now.

When she came back to her senses, she trembled with anger, but not at Bertner, but at the Cloud Witch.

However, Wu Yundie, like Wu Guangqing, had never seen Wu Xuebi once.

She locked onto Bertner, taking advantage of the other party's distraction, endless clouds and mist churned downward, blocking his retreat in an instant.

"It is not so easy to distinguish between high and low as the most holy and consummated."

"It's a pity, I am a descendant of the gods, the glory of the ancestor is engraved in the soul, you can't escape with your wings, and you will definitely die today."

Wu Yundie said disappreciably, a faint killing intent, and finally roared like boiling seawater.

"Click...... Click......"

"Click...... Click...... Click......"

From heads-up to splitting up to the final scuffle.

The Blood Witch Ancestral Land has never been so lively, and there has never been so much blood of the Holy Fetus, sprinkled on the earth along the noisy wind.

Witch Blood, Witch Blood, Witch Blood, Witch Bloodstone, Witch Blood Night, Witch Serum...... Except for the pregnant Wu Xuelan, who didn't see it, the Blood Witch Goddess who stayed in the ancestral land all joined the battle.

In addition, the Blood Witch also has its own guardian spirit.

They may not be as good in quantity and quality as the Nights, but they are loyal enough to throw themselves into battle without hesitation.

When chaos is on the verge of erupting, blood cannons will occasionally be shot from within the ancestral land, or blood blessings will be offered to help your side defend and counterattack.

But that's not enough.

The two giants of Light Witch, Cloud Witch, and Cloud Sea worked together, and almost half of the high-end combat power in the general's territory was teleported here.

They broke through the door strongly, invaded in a big way, who was in charge of the main battle, who was responsible for the black hand, who was responsible for treating the wounded...... The division of labor is orderly, and the goal is very clear.

Seeing that there was a blood witch and goddess who was severely injured, there was a guardian spirit who was suppressed by the absolute rank and died violently with one blow.

Ye Hanjun slowly crawled out of the pool of blood, and in the black and red pupils, the strange light flickered and flickered.

"Senior, is this the catastrophe you foreshadowed?"

"The Blood Witch Ancestral Land and the Night Clan's Ancestral City have always been linked, and at the most critical moment, they will definitely open the teleportation channel at any cost and help each other."

"There are no reinforcements now, which is enough to show that the situation faced by the family will only be a hundred times more serious than that of the Blood Witch......

"Go ahead."

In the spiritual world, a long-lost teenager's voice is smooth and calm:

"Light Witch, Cloud Witch...... Sea of Clouds ......"

"When Night Shura was still alive, he didn't look at it squarely, but he didn't expect it to be pretended to be ...... now"

"I will allow you to use the power of the imprint to slaughter them."

"Remember, the slap must be ringing, the attack must be ruthless, my allies of the Ye Clan can't stand a little bullying, since they are arrogant, they should have the appearance of wagging their tails and begging for mercy, the reincarnation of cause and effect, as it should be."

"Yes."

Ye Hanjun heard the sound of the lock opening, and some ancient power changed from immobile to turbulent.

He slowly straightened his back, and dozens of explosions came from his spine, and the breath that should have been as horizontal as a mirror rose visibly to the naked eye.

"Wow-"

The prison sacrifice robe was worn on his body, but Ye Hanjun did not summon the judge's pen or the book of life and death, but patted the little guy's ass on the shoulder, and then beckoned the goose immortal not far away.

"Hahaha, this great immortal's chance to show his strength is here again!"

Goose Daxian scratched his ears and cheeks, and couldn't wait.

With a slight effort, Ye Hanjun jumped onto its back, and the goose immediately flapped its wings and performed a vertical climb.

"Hulahula-"

The flight speed of the goose is relatively not fast.

If it is compared with the Holy Fetus, it is even worse than 108,000 miles, and there is no suspense at all.

But it was fearless, and it rushed violently.

After rushing through the blood cocoon and officially coming to the outside of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, it screamed, and suddenly lost control of its physical body, like a heavy stone falling straight to the ground.

"What is this? A child of heaven and earth? ”

On the ground, a hard-covered metal witch, swarthy and stunned.

She'd just hammered over a group of Blood Witch vassals of the Shining Fetus, chewing on the hardest parts of her prey's body to strengthen the metal armor's defenses.

The goose suddenly appeared and fell suddenly, and she was slightly frightened, thinking that there was another guardian spirit in the ancestral land.

When I saw it clearly, this goose was not only petite, but also had a pitifully weak breath.

The most holy and void metal witch couldn't help but stare at the barbell with the word surprise written on her face:

"Did you come out to die?"

"The bloodline seems to be quite special, but you are too weak, I don't want to eat you, and I have no interest at all."

"You're the fuck to die."

The goose Daxian scolded and scolded.

The laws outside are too chaotic, and the traces of all kinds of Holy Spirit battles, simply by virtue of the level of heaven and earth consummation, it actually has no right to fly.

In other words, if it only relies on itself, as long as it dares to step into this battlefield, it can only be killed.

"Hey, there's a human."

"It's strange, red hair, are you a human raised by the Blood Witch Clan?"

"But how did I hear that the Blood Witch Clan will not easily sign a contract with humans, even if it is a Night Clan......"

The Metal Witch seems to be unfazed and calm.

Ye Hanjun glanced at her, and suddenly touched his abdomen with his palm.

"Zila!!"

An astonishing flash of lightning flashed, and out of thin air, a cross-blue sword emerged, as if growing out of nothingness.

When it was completely suspended behind Night Hanjun, the metal witch's face changed, and she immediately raised a metal fist with a diameter of more than five meters and smashed it forward.

"Boom !!"

The sword thunder moved, and this time it was not a sword light as slender as a hair, but a sword as thick as a towering ancient tree.

There was a bang, and the metal fist was blocked in the air, falling into a momentary stiffness.

The crackling thunder-colored arc suddenly climbed down the arm, and soon jumped onto the metal witch's body, rendering the swarthy body as dazzling as the stars.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The attack of the sword thunder is as dense as a needle, and manic as a torrential rain.

It broke away from the back of the Night Chiller, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the metal witch's nostrils, thrust into it with the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

The Metal Witch was tempted to raise her arm and block the sword.

But her body was paralyzed and she couldn't move, so she could only watch as the Thunder Sword was inserted into her body, and then ...... Boom!

A loud noise attracts the prying eyes of nearby creatures.

Blind in one eye and missing a leg, Wu Xuebi suddenly revealed his true body from the galloping blood rain.

On the other side, another silver-colored metal witch squinted slightly, and a strong killing intent spread along the metal armor.

"The Holy Spirit of the Thunder Elemental?"

"The Blood Witch Clan has fallen down, and with your attributes, the vast majority of the Protoss will welcome you, regard you as a guest, and are willing to provide you with all kinds of cultivation resources."

"You have a great future, why sail with this ship that is about to capsize, why join the sea of clouds and become one of us...... What do you think? ”

Facing the tentative pull of the second metal witch, Ye Hanjun glanced at it lightly, and said without surprise:

"The night of the dark lamp, do not retreat, do not fall, if a breath remains, you will fight to the end."

"Without further ado, the death knell has sounded, and it will ring for you." (End of chapter)