Such a movement immediately attracted the attention of the cultivators.

But seeing that the light on Xingshan's forehead was flickering, and the totem-like lines emitted a faint silver light.

Behind him, a thousand-foot tall figure seemed to be traveling through the long river of time, looming, using Xingshan Mountain as a beacon to go down the river, breaking through countless obstacles and crossing the air.

Although it has not yet taken shape, there is already endless coercion.

Then Xingshan bit his index finger again, put it on his forehead, and began to recite a very old language.

The meaning contained in it is clearly a calling.

At the same time, it also uses its own bloodline as a guide to enhance the strength of the beacon.

At this time, the other war witches gathered in front of the Torture Mountain, and quickly wrapped it inside, carefully protecting it.

Seeing this, the Terran monks were secretly on guard, knowing that this witch clan power was afraid that he was going to perform a trick to press the bottom of the box.

At this moment, the Void Spirit True Immortal of Hanging Sword Mountain suddenly changed his face greatly, and he sent a message to the monks present:

"Everyone, hurry up, the Wu Clan is going to summon the true spirit phantom of the ancient witch!

We must not let it succeed, or we will all be in a catastrophe today. ”

Hanging Sword Mountain has been fighting with the Wu Clan, and it knows more about it than all the sects present.

After being reminded by the Void Spirit True Immortal, some of the great powers seemed to have remembered something, and they gave orders to the door one after another, and they went all out.

Lin Zhao put the two spiritual treasures into the Yellow Court, his expression was serious, and he fled towards the location of the same sect of the Shenxiao Sect.

Compared to the great threat brought by Xingshan, where do everyone have time to covet Lin Zhao's treasure.

In an instant, the flying sword magic weapons and magic powers roared in the void, all of which bombarded the war witch.

Lin Zhao first nodded to Dechong, Gou Zhonghai and others, and was about to sacrifice the Five Elements Mountain to directly crush it.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of Dechong True Immortal:

"You've done enough today, and you're here to deal with what might happen later. ”

Lin Zhao bowed his head slightly, signaling that he knew.

Although you have to follow the instructions of the sect boss, you can't stand still, otherwise you won't let outsiders see the jokes of the Shenxiao Sect.

Lin Zhao thought for a moment, and then activated the Divine Passage Urn to hook up the Netherworld Void.

At the same time, the mana in the body also moved with the thoughts, quietly penetrating out of the body, and the mind entered the realm of ten thousand transformations and oneness, mobilizing many yuan energies, including the power of space, and began to transform in a certain mysterious way, and quickly condensed in the sky above the war witch.

In an instant, a giant palm about a hundred zhang square appeared.

The giant palm looks colorful, the palm lines are clear, lifelike, like a real thing, and there is a misty atmosphere on the edge.

It is his triumphant power "mixed yuan in one go".

This divine power is the most inclusive, even in this extraterritorial void, the heaven and earth vitality is thin, it can also be used to exert other yuan energy, and the power is not lost at all.

Many war witches sensed the violent momentum contained in the giant palm, as if they could destroy the world and destroy the world, where would they dare to delay.

In an instant, two five-striped war witches rose up from the crowd, their eyes were full of light, and their bodies skyrocketed, turning into giants twelve or thirteen feet tall to meet them.

Obviously, he had the intention of not waiting for the giant palm to fall and defeat it first.

At this time, the surroundings of the war witch seemed to be the end of the twilight, the void was shattered, the light of the Taoist magic power was dazzling, the sword light was like a white lotus blooming, and the magic weapons with strange shapes showed their power and shined.

The war witch also struck with all his might, his tall body of more than ten zhang with the power of filling the void, the magnificent qi and blood flowing in his body, making a rumbling sound, and his muscles and muscles shook, and his complexion was like pure gold, shining with a metallic luster.

The space shattered between the giant fist dances, and the Infinite Storm hits, blocking the attacks of many Terrans or dissolving them in the turbulence of space.

At this time, the war witches all exert twelve percent of their strength, each of them is like a god of war in the world, and the gods and demons are reborn, exuding the arrogance of suppressing everything from the inside out.

Seeing the actions of the two five-pattern war witches, Lin Zhao smiled slightly, stretched out his palm and made a downward gesture.

The colorful giant palms also suddenly took a picture.

"Boom, boom" two muffled sounds came, accompanied by the dissipation of the vitality, the space storm swept wildly, and the giant palm of the "mixed element one breath grabber" disappeared.

And the two five-striped war witches spurted blood from their seven orifices, and their bodies were torn into the void storm like dead leaves, and they disappeared in an instant.

Gathering all kinds of great avenues and rules, and referring to countless spells and principles, the "Mixed Yuan One Qi Grabber" that turned into its own great magical power finally revealed its earth-shattering power today.

If those two five-striped war witches were not involved in the Void Storm, they would also be seriously injured, and whether they could return now was all up to their luck.

The void tremors became more and more violent, and there was a tendency to be unstable within a radius of thousands of feet.

After seven or eight breaths, Xingshan's breath became weaker and weaker, and his face became more and more pale, as if the essence in his body had been drained.

But the giant shadow behind him eventually turned into a solid giant, a "god of war" with a height of more than a thousand zhang.

The word "god of war" does not come to the mind of one monk, but the title pops up in the minds of all monks.

Lin Zhao saw that the other party looked clumsy, the bridge of his nose went straight to the heavens, his eyebrows flew up obliquely, showing his unyieldingness, his huge eyes were full of immeasurable brilliance, and the coercion on his body was like the sun in the sky, and there was no way to resist it.

Whether it was the Wu Clan War Witch or the Terran monks present, they all stopped at this time.

The Wu clan bent down to pay homage, their faces full of fanaticism, as if they had seen the most sacred person in their hearts.

The Terran monk was far away, his face extremely ugly, and his expression was as gloomy as water.

"Who is it that has brought back the remnants of my true spirit from the river of time?"

A rumbling sound sounded, the void suddenly froze, the storm disappeared, and the space closed.

This god of war looked a little confused, although he didn't make a move, but the endless divine power generated when he just appeared on the stage made the hearts of the human monks tremble in the waves.

At this moment, not only the cultivators of the human race present felt the threat of life and death, but also the hidden powers of the Shenxiao Sect, such as the De Di Di Immortal, Huang Xuan, the Spirit Sword Ancestor of the Hanging Sword Mountain, the Spirit Hu'er of the Demon God Mountain, the Plough Heaven Ancestor of the Yunling Heavenly Demon Palace, the Red Robe Daoist of the Sanyang Divine Fire Sect, and the several old dragons of the True Dragon Sea, were also sensed.

Some of the powers remained silent, but God looked into the void and watched the events closely.

Others had already entered the Void Turbulence, hurrying towards the scene.

At the same time, in the depths of the northern Julu Continent of the Flood World, in the northernmost wasteland shrouded in endless poisonous mist, a tall old man in a leather robe opened his eyes in a stone hall.

The wrinkles on the old man's forehead are like knife carvings, and he looks old, as if he has experienced endless years, and his eyes are even more profound, containing infinite wisdom.

"Another great witch's spirit has returned.

Is this the fifth, or six?

Since the Great Witch has a true spirit that has begun to return, what about the true spirit of the Ancestral Witch? The return date should not be far away?!

The catastrophe!

Hahaha, whose catastrophe is this time?"

Wild laughter gradually rose, followed by suppressed whimpering, and the voice was full of sadness and helplessness.

Half a cup of tea passed, and the old man looked up at the top of the stone hall.

His eyes swept over the broken blades and white bones he was enshrined, and then he fell into deep thought.

Whether it's a blade or a white bone, it looks ordinary, and there's nothing wonderful about it.

There was silence in the stone hall, and occasionally the old man's voice to himself could be heard.

Outside the stone hall, a tall warrior stood expressionlessly, just like that, his straight back seemed to support the blue-gray canopy in the sky, preventing it from falling to the ground, like a stone carving, with a strong aura of slaughter,

Above the nine heavens of the desolate world, there are still white clouds, the fairy mist is rolling, the trace of the fairy mountain is looming, and occasionally there is a treasure light passing through the sky, leisurely far away.

At the North Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Court, at this time, there were two Heavenly Generals dressed in luxurious armor, and one of them had a divine light in his eyes, looking at the Endless Void.

The other had trembling ears as if listening to something.

After more than a dozen breaths, the two Heavenly Generals glanced at each other, and one of the Heavenly Generals said: "In the Three Thousand Worlds, there are fragments of the true spirit of the Wu Clan returning, condensing and forming, is it really as rumored that there is a catastrophe about to descend on the desolation?"

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, otherwise no one will save you if you break the rules of heaven!

It's better for the two of us to report what we have seen and heard to Your Majesty as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, the other Heavenly General's expression changed drastically, and he looked left and right for a moment before he whispered.

In the Western Elysium, an old monk with slender eyebrows sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree, while another old monk on the side fell asleep on his side, sleepwalking.

Suddenly, the long-eyebrow old monk woke up from the fixed state, then frowned, turned the rosary in his hand and groaned.

At this time, the sleeping old monk suddenly said: "Senior brother's heart is excited, but why?"

The long-eyebrow old monk glanced at the other party and whispered in his mouth:

"I didn't expect that the world to be so complicated, there were many Dao Sects and demon clans were rampant.

Now even the Wu clan has a great witch true spirit appearing.

There is only one sect of Buddhism struggling to support it, and it is still squeezed into a sparsely populated place.

The last time I finally met that wise person, I never thought that the other party was actually proficient in Buddhism, it was really a small flower, my wisp of divine consciousness could not be crossed, and I was also invincible to the other party in the debate scriptures, it was really interesting!"

The sleeping old monk did not move, and said in surprise:

"Oh?

Senior brother said it in such detail, I'm afraid he is beating my idea?

In that case, it is according to the meaning of the senior brother!"

The long-eyebrow old monk smiled slightly, but did not speak, and then the courtyard fell silent again, only the leaves of the Bodhi tree flashed with spiritual light.

Ancient Kun Realm, extraterritorial void.

"Junior Xingshan, meet the Great Witch of Xingtian!

Congratulations on the return of the Great Witch. ”

Lin Zhao's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, but his heart was overturned.

Punishment day, punishment day!

It's really this one, and then I remembered the picture I sensed in the lines of the other party's forehead when I saw Xingshan for the first time.

At this time, there was finally a faint speculation.

Although it was a fragment of a true spirit, and his body was also made of a void, Xingtian's gaze gradually became clear, as if he remembered something.

Then he looked up, and there was a faint sense of war in his eyes, which meant to break through the void immediately.

"Stand up, my Wu man should stand up to the sky!"

A thunderous shout sounded, but many war witches were overjoyed, and they straightened up one by one.

"I really can't imagine that now it's the Terran Dachang, in the past, when our clan fought with the demon clan, this Terran was just some worms, it was really a change in the world. ”

Xing Tian looked at the many Terran monks, his face full of disdain.

As soon as the words fell, I saw his big hand, which suddenly turned into the size of ten thousand zhang, and slowly grabbed towards the Terran monk.

Including Lin Zhao, he felt that the surrounding space was completely solidified, and no matter how he tried to move, he couldn't move, like a mosquito in amber.

Such a method is simply unreasonable and forcibly crushed.

In the spatial turbulence, seven or eight earth immortals, including De Xuan, were scattered everywhere, but they still sensed each other.

Seeing this, he immediately took action to rescue the doorman.

But soon he seemed to sense something, not only did he not make a move, but like a rabbit, he instantly escaped from the spatial turbulence, not daring to stay at all.

Lin Zhao's external brilliance shone brightly, and the fourth layer of the "King Kong Glazed Thunder God Fighting Immeasurable Sutra" was running at full capacity, infinitely cooperating with the comprehension of the Great Dao of Universe, and trying to pry the weak nodes of the void as much as possible.

With a two-pronged approach, he finally broke free from the confinement of space with difficulty, and he could move his body in a small area.

Immediately, he was ready to open the Yuanling Cave Heaven, and wanted to pull many fellow doors into it.

At this moment, thunderclouds suddenly filled the void, countless electric snakes appeared, and the war witches and monks present all felt a heavy aura floating in their hearts.

The environment instantly changed from a boundless void to a picture of the catastrophe.

"Huh? It's actually Heavenly Dao suppression.

The Nether is the Nether, and with a little force, you will be expelled.

Let's just send these insects to the edge of the big sun and burn them to fly ashes!"

As his words rang out, countless thunderbolts had fallen in the void, each of which slashed towards the Illusory Shadow of the Punishment Heaven.

Hum!

A cold snort resounded through the endless void, and countless meteorites shattered one after another, turning into flying sand and shooting far away.

Xingtian was not afraid of thunder, and his two big hands had their own movements.

One of the palms grabbed the remaining war witches and threw them into the void, disappearing in an instant.

At this time, among the remaining war witches, there were only more than ten five-pattern war witches left, and there were seventy or eighty four-pattern war witches.

The other one grabbed many Terran monks in one place and plunged them directly into the void, as if banishing them into the void turbulence.

Lin Zhao broke free from the confinement of Xingtian just now, but the other party just glanced at him, and then ignored it.

His eyes were like seeing an ant with more strength, and he didn't arouse any interest in finding out.

Lin Zhao, who had just escaped, was imprisoned again, and he couldn't help himself with the monks in an instant, as if he was sitting in a teleportation array, flying directly towards the unknown place.

The thunder in the void became denser and denser, and the formation became larger and larger, and the thunder and lightning dragons the thickness of buckets fell wantonly.

The phantom of Xingtian just now was obviously angering this Fang Heavenly Dao, and he had to do his best to annihilate it at this moment.

"Hahaha, my true spirit has passed through the long river of time and space, has immortal true intent, and is only a nether heavenly dao, what can I do?"

From the void, there was a long laugh from Xingtian, and the laughter was wanton and wild, as if talking to the Heavenly Dao, and as if talking to himself.

He even ignored this Fang Tiandao's attack at all.

And as the thunder fell, the phantom of Xingtian gradually became smaller, but the body became more and more condensed, as if some kind of mysterious transformation was underway.

"Harder, harder!"