"Witch Blood Candle, the god has fallen for only two hundred years, what else is there, let's use it together."

The ancestral land of the blood witch, the blood rain is surging, the blood spring is bubbling, and the dark red blood symbols are intertwined everywhere, and the fragrant blood fragrance is on the tip of the nose.

In the midst of such great mystery and great changes, there is a bridge of the sun god that exudes a brilliant golden light, as if it is crossing from the other side of the other side.

The god of light was standing on the bridge, his hands behind his back, his face full of wrinkled vicissitudes, and he held the tranquility of Gu Bo.

He didn't really speak, but the loud spiritual transmission spread through the entire Blood Witch Ancestral Land in no effort at once.

Witch Blood, Witch Blood, Witch Blood......

Even Wu Xuelu, who was in a near-death state, the witches bit their lips, and there was no fear in their eyes, only the resentment of eating their flesh and crushing their bones.

This is the former residence of the gods, and it is also the place of inheritance left by the ancestor of the blood witch!

They hatch here, grow here, year after year, generation after generation, and the respect they carry is still high on the mountain, burning incense and worshipping, sacrificing wine and offering blood, and there is no ambiguity.

However, the Light Witch God just broke in.

He saw the laws of the place as scrap metal and rotten iron, illuminated by the light of God, the temple collapsed, the temple melted, all crumbled, broken and separated.

How can such humiliation be endured?

With such despair, how can you not mourn and scratch your heart?

"Sister Yan, if you try to blow yourself up, you can't let Wu Zu's corpse be insulted!"

The withered hair struggled to get up.

Wu Xueyan was obviously angry and gnashed her teeth, but she pressed Wu Xuebi and showed a trace of sadness and sadness on her face:

"What's the use of you going, mayflies shaking trees, eggs and stones?"

"This is not an enemy that we can defeat, even a false god like Wu Yundie can't withstand a wisp of his might, the gap between the true god and the false god is really as big as Sumeru and unattainable."

"But...... Are we just waiting to die? ”

Wu Xueying mourned:

"Under the ancestral land, there are young goddesses, and millions of people of the abyss."

"Do you want to watch the abyss of the dark lantern that Wu Zu has devoted his life to guarding become a delicious food, a toy to vent, and a prey for these foreign invaders?"

"I'm unwilling, so unwilling!"

"Give us some more time, if we can wait until Sister Lu is promoted to a false god, and then inherit the godhead from Wu Zu."

"If our clan continues to serve as the guardian of the Abyss of the Dark Lamp, we will definitely be able to deter those outsiders, continue the glory of the Blood Witch God, and create an immortal era!"

"Wow-"

The divine light descended from the sky, and the light witch god arrived at the Blood Flower Path.

She looked down and looked at the group of creatures hiding under the barrier of the sea of blood, sighed lightly, and said with deep feeling and pity:

"The realm of false gods, how can it be so easy as you think."

"Of course, the fall of the Blood Witch God is undoubted, and there will indeed be false gods who are hidden and closed, willing to rush to the Dark Lantern at any cost, desperately looking for an opportunity to become a god."

"But with me and the Clown Emperor, they are not qualified to eat meat."

"This godhead belonging to the Blood Witch God will be held in the hands of my Light Witch Bloodline today, and in time, the second Light Witch God will burn with blazing light and soar into a god in the sea of clouds......"

"Wu Guangyan, you're really in a hurry."

Just when the face of the Light Witch God was still filled with emotion, a blue spirit blood shadow floated into the sea of blood.

In an instant, scarlet blood flowers bloomed in clusters, shining with the muzzles of red beams of destruction, tens of thousands, aimed at the head of the Light Witch God from all directions.

"In your state, the god descended the Immortal Lamp, I'm afraid it will hurt the original soul, right?"

"Don't you worry, forcibly break into the forbidden land, fight with the back hand I left, accidentally break the halberd, and never go back to the sea of clouds?"

The unrecognizable blood shadow resembles an enlarged blood-red cloth pocket, surrounded by a monstrous cold, revealing its murderous intentions.

The Blood Witch Priestess immediately held her breath and clenched her staff with both hands to hide the excitement and excitement in her heart.

"Can you do it?"

The Light Witch God smiled, like a smile like a spring breeze, reflecting the absolute confidence that surged out under the light of his eyes:

"Since becoming a god, have you ever lived through an era in peace?"

"How much did you pay for the catastrophe of the Broken Universe, and you have to survive for nothing?"

"To be honest, you didn't fall in the First Age of the New Era, and you persevered until the Second Age, which was beyond my expectations."

"You are far worse than me, how strong can you be with the back hand left?"

"Try?"

The blood-red cloth pocket turned over, and a humanoid witch with white skin and beautiful eyes, and blood-colored eyes like blood agate, opened her arms, as if embracing the whole world:

"If you dare to destroy my race, I will dare you not live for a hundred years."

"In the end, even if you have the Godhead, before the birth of the new god of your clan, your longevity will be exhausted, decay and die, and you will still not see the day when the two gods will merge."

"Bang bang bang!!"

The blood-colored machine gun pulled the trigger with a bang.

Furious plasma bullets, like a rain of rain, and like lightning flashing.

The God of Light who was completely locked into the divine body suddenly turned into the Great Sun and held up the light of the 100,000 zhang scorching sun.

Compared to Him, not to mention human beings, even the Blood Witch Ancestral Land seemed humble and insignificant.

The Blood Witch Priestess was all suffocated, protected by a sea of blood, but they still couldn't see a single picture.

I can only see the afterimage flickering, sometimes there is blood and flowers, sometimes there is divine light, two essentially different divine laws, constantly colliding, constantly eroding.

"Senior, don't you want to make a move?"

"Since the Blood Witch God also has a power similar to the remnant spirit left, he can also briefly regain the power of the gods."

"Unseal the bow of Shura and link up with him, wouldn't there be a chance to kill the light witch god?"

In the spiritual world, Ye Hanjun shouted over and over again, and his tense and suppressed emotions could not be relieved.

Of course, he didn't want to use the ultimate power left over from the Shura Bow, after all, Sunless City was also in a state of dire straits, and he was afraid that it would be even more precarious than the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

But he couldn't take care of it too much, let the Light Witch God succeed, slaughter the Blood Witch Clan, and slaughter the people in the ancestral land, he would die here first, and it would be impossible to have the opportunity to explore the situation of the Night Clan's ancestral city again.

"Be quiet, don't be fooled by appearances."

"This god who controls the light element, as long as a ray of divine light escapes, he can be resurrected on the spot, and the possibility of killing him is very slim."

The night Tianzi responded without emotional fluctuations, and it disappeared in a flash.

Then He calmed down and said nothing, not saying a word.

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, closed his eyes, and forced himself to calm down.

The little melon on his shoulder still peeked quietly, although he couldn't see clearly and couldn't capture the battle between the gods.

But this is the battle of the gods in the real sense, and the curiosity is about to rush out, so you can't do it if you don't watch it.

"Wow-"

The fierce battle lasted for nearly half a day, and suddenly the Great Sun split, and the sixteen-petal remnant sun swept away, and all the rhizomes of the blood flower were cut off.

There was silence in the ears, there was no wind, no collision, and the whole world became slow and peaceful.

The Blood Witch Goddess, full of hope, flew away with a gloomy look.

The beautiful faces were gilded with gray light one by one, and the bottomless despair was even more pessimistic than at the beginning.

"Wow-"

The incarnation of the Blood Witch God dissipated.

In the heavens and on the ground, the brilliance is as bright as ever.

The light witch god who carried the ring of the sun god touched the center of his eyebrows, and a wound in the shape of blood and tears, the granulation grew, and he recovered in an instant.

"A generation of witch gods, overconfident, pitiful and pathetic."

"Do you know how long I have been preparing for today's trip after living in the depths of the sea of clouds for a long time, swallowing clouds and rain, sucking fog and refining light?"

The Light Witch God didn't look at the ants under his feet anymore, just sneered, re-erected the Divine Bridge, and rushed to the final jade coffin.

"Yes, these three coffins that have been warmed by the God of Blood Witch are of excellent quality, and if they are sent to my sea of clouds, they can also prolong my life."

The Light Witch God smiled kindly, as if examining his own treasure, and lowered his jaw slightly.

Ye Hanjun had his pupils shrunk, and he didn't dare to look directly at the back of the Light Witch God, but he could see it.

The golden coffin, which had previously carried the smell of decay, was motionless at this time.

Not only did there be no strange gray mist gushing out, but the whole body was sacred, as if the gold essence was tempered and forged, it was extraordinary, giving people a feeling of only peace and no danger.

"The coffin...... What's wrong? ”

Ye Hanjun was at a loss, and his spirit shook violently.

"Bang!!"

There was an explosion, and the earth shook.

The Light Witch God swept out a golden divine light, and the heavy jade cover plate slowly shifted horizontally.

In the huge coffin, a thin corpse, also only about 1.5 meters, floated in the long river of blood as smooth as a mirror, as safe as a rock, unmoving.

"Ahh

One by one, the Blood Witch Priestess erupted in painful screams, and her seven orifices burst into blood, wailing and falling to the ground.

The gods cannot be looked at directly, and the same is true of the corpses of the gods.

But it was their ancestor, with the same blood flowing in his body, even if it was insignificant, only a little bit of divine essence was retained, and that was the goal they pursued all their lives.

At this moment, the unattainable existence in his mind was just exposed to the air, allowing the other witch god to look up and down with an unbridled gaze, without the slightest attitude of respect or care.

Anger is raging and uncontrollable.

But what about them? Not to mention breaking out of the barrier, even through the barrier, they can only see the outline of the divine body of the light witch god, and if they dare to look directly, their souls will be evaporated and purified.

"Wu Zu...... The descendants are not filial, and they can't even take care of your body......"

Wu Xuelu knelt on the ground, the hem of the blood skirt was greatly spread, and there was faint blood surging and surging in the flickering Wu body.

She seems to be running a forbidden spell, even if the moth fights the fire, she has to protect the last dignity of the Blood Witch Clan.

"Click!"

As if confirmed, the Light Witch God stepped forward, and his palm, covered with golden light patterns, plunged straight into the Blood Witch God's chest, carefully groping for something.

Behind Him, the divine light is overwhelming, fully manifesting His supremacy and majestic energy.

The light witch goddess who was ordered to be stationed outside was touched, and one by one she was overjoyed and proud.

"It's done! Wu Zu is pro-Zheng, how can there be an accident! ”

"With the protection of the Wu Ancestor, the Guangqing Great Witch will be able to absorb the power of the Godhead with peace of mind, and the ultimate grandeur of the two gods will shine - just around the corner!"

"Congratulations on not disappointing the old monk."

The expressionless ghost monk of the Three Spells suddenly scratched the itch, and carelessly took out a dirty handkerchief from his arms.

He opened the folded handkerchief in a specific order, and within two clicks, seven white bone fingers that seemed to have been salvaged from the mud were exposed to the eyes of the witches.

Wu Guang, Wu Guangjing, Wu Guanglang......

The Light Witch Goddess, including Wu Guangqing, suddenly looked at her body in horror.

Their witch bodies had just been treated by the Witch Ancestor himself, and they had almost returned to a flawless state, and their every move was full of the holy beauty that belonged to the Holy Maiden.

But...... All of a sudden......

Their witch bodies began to age, and their graceful demeanor was like a passing cloud, one by one bald and toothy, snowy sideburns and frosty mustaches, and they fell into a twilight year.

"Round execution! Didn't you say that you can't do anything about it, and you're just willing to wait and see what happens, waiting for a bumper harvest for our clan?! ”

"Now he suddenly took out the corpse finger of the Seven Curse Ghost Monk...... You...... What are you doing! Put it down for me!! ”

Wu Guangqing, whose speed of change was relatively slow, her eyes were like lake water in the wind, hula shaking, unable to believe what was happening in front of her.

"Do what?"

The Three Mantra Ghost Monk Yuan Executioner glanced at Wu Guangqing strangely:

"Of course, it's to send you back to heaven."

"With the sacrifice of the young mansion lord and the old mansion lord, in exchange for such an opportunity, if you miss, the old monk's crime is unforgivable."

When the words fell, the seven white corpse fingers were all inserted into the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

A total of seven mountains rose from the ground, turning into an impermeable encirclement, sealing the vast area of the Blood Witch Ancestor for millions of miles.

Except for Wu Guangqing, the light witch goddess did not let out a scream, and a corpse wind blew, decaying in place, rotting more thoroughly than dregs.

"You have your heart set on the Night? Still want to help them turn the tables?! ”

Wu Guangqing struggled in pain, and couldn't get close to the three cursed ghost monks no matter what, so he could only fall step by step in the terrible screams.

"Really?"

The round executioner tilted his head and thought about it, and on the blank head without facial features, a few ripple-shaped wrinkles were squeezed out:

"Back then, after the fall of the ancestor god of our clan, the clansmen couldn't survive in other places, but it was the Ye clan who accepted us and gave us a large territory of the Dark Lantern to help us settle down."

"Although the Ye clan at that time was also forced to report to the group to keep warm, in order to sit firmly in the position of the lord of the abyss."

"But I'm a ghost monk, thinking of the old feelings, you malicious invaders, since you're here, don't think about going back."

The three cursed ghost monks broke off their fingers and inserted them into the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

With a buzz, the seven corpse lights twisted into a ball, faintly faint, as if there was a decaying god that shook the heavens and the earth, standing above the ancestral land.

He pointed out a finger, and Wu Guangqing's body was lifted into dust, all the vitality was cut off, and boundless death spread in every inch of space.

Along with the violent deaths, there were also the surviving invasion armies.

They thought they would sit back and relax, just waiting for the reward for their deeds afterwards, and jointly divide the treasure left by the Blood Witch God.

Silently, their flesh and blood were corrupted, their bones fell to the ground, and before fear could turn into screams, they had already ended up dead, which was the most shocking.

The rotten gods who stood up to the sky and the earth pointed out again.

This finger shattered layers of space, reaching the deepest part of the Blood Witch Ancestral Land in an instant, instantly hitting the center of the Light Witch God's eyebrows, giving his withered face an unbelievable color of death.

"Seven incantations...... Ghost monk? ”

The light witch god who was stunned, after a moment, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and the golden sun behind him expanded again, and his anger erupted violently.

"Wu Guangyan, do you really think I'm dead?"

The dry palm suddenly plunged into the chest of the Light Witch God in reverse.

The dead blood witch god suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood was like a mountain uplifting, and the long river of blood in the jade coffin was as smooth as a mirror, and suddenly the big waves were surging, and the blood-colored waves were all rushing towards the center point.

"What I'm most worried about is to attract the Clown Emperor, or you cringe and only dare to send descendants here, and you don't dare to come in person."

"It's okay, it's good that your greed has overcome your prudence."

"Then die, your god corpse—we've taken it!"

Accompanied by the monstrous sea of blood, an unusually small blood-colored fist, bang, impartially, just smashed the head of the light witch god.

The Light Witch God did not die easily, his lower body merged into the sun, and instantly became a part of the light.

But the position of the chest cavity, because it was grabbed by the Blood Witch God, could not really be transformed.

"Boy, you're in charge of the killing."

In the spiritual world, a clear long roar sounded, and the Night Hanjun uncontrollably broke away from the blood sea barrier, distancing himself from the nightflow fireflies, Burtner and other creatures.

The accompanying clothing that belongs to the manifestation of the prison robe quietly disappeared.

The clothing of other entities, no matter how special the material, burst out of thin air without hesitation.

But the Night Chill Lord was not naked, his skin was covered with bright red scales, and the bright red glow was compared to the blood spell of the Blood Witch God, and there was only victory—and a great victory!

"Boom!!"

A red bow appeared in the void, and the halo of silence followed it like a shadow.

In an instant, Ye Hanjun's eyes faded from black pupils, completely bloody, and the bewitching light seemed to be the burning of flames, blazing, blazing, not scorching, only cold.

"Click!!"

He holds the bow in one hand and the bowstring in the other.

With instinct, pull away, pull full, and finally present a full bow posture.

An arrow of destruction that condensed the wailing and tragic death of hundreds of millions of living beings, slowly outlined from nothing.

The space seemed to be unable to withstand the power of this arrow, and it continued to collapse, but under the interweaving of divine power, it continued to regenerate.

"Boom!!"

Finally, when the tip of the arrow was completely clear, the Night Han Monarch, who was carrying the mountain of flesh and blood corpses and the sea of dead souls, like a god monarch descending from the sky, said indifferently and ruthlessly:

"The wrath of Shura, ambush millions of corpses."

"May the sins of heaven and earth be all returned to me, the death of all things, the separation of yin and yang, the birth of all things, and the stagnation of reincarnation."

"The name of this arrow is ...... Burial of the gods. ”

"Hell Death, one more...... I wish the god of light and witches eternal sleep and go well. ”

The eternal red light pierced the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, like a blood-colored meteor shattering the curtain called the firmament.

In an instant, the sun collapsed.

In an instant, the blazing light went out.

In the center surrounded by seven towering corpse mountains, the eternal coldness returned, as if it had never left, quiet and empty. (End of chapter)