Such a powerful method can be said to be a thought that the mountains and rivers move, and the sun and the moon tremble. Fang Yuhan affirmed that the great witch of the Wu clan was by no means weaker than the existence of the Golden Immortal Consummation Realm.

In a race, if there are so many big people, who do you need to be afraid of? Fang Yuhan looked at the ancestor in the sky, his heart trembling violently.

Of course, Fang Yuhan had not yet seen the horrors of the Quasi-Saint and the Saint Realm. Although Fu Xi is a saint, he has never shown his prestige, if he knows that the saint's thought will move the heavens and the earth, it will feel even more insignificant.

Wuli listened, but showed a strange smile, and then, there was a light intertwined in the sky, and the power of the law swept like a wave, and then a whirlpool appeared there.

The whirlpool swirled, and a dull sound came out one after another, and then a figure appeared in the whirlpool. When he completely stepped forward, the light around him suddenly dimmed, and all of a sudden, all the clouds in the sky turned black, and the layers fell down.

Immediately afterward, the sun was hidden behind the black clouds, and a heavy rain fell instantly. It wasn't rain, but weapons, which made the void tremble violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

"You are the Ancestor Witch of the Corpse, the Wu Clan and the Shura Clan are mortal enemies, why do you want to help them to slaughter their own compatriots?" However, he still tried his best to reverse the aura circulating here and rush out, and dissolve the weather law of the extravagant corpse.

The corpse said coldly: "Although we are witches, our concepts are different, you believe in your saints, and I only believe in myself!"

When Zu Fang heard this, he let out a vicissitudes of laughter and said, "Is that so, but you shouldn't come to kill your own compatriots!"

The corpse snorted coldly and said, "The Wu clan doesn't need many branches, only one of mine is enough, you better die!"

The corpse just spoke, his hand slapped lightly into the sky, and the whistling aura rolled wildly, and then there was a demonic aura Among them, a breath that could open the world permeated out, and the entire Longbo Mountains were trembling violently.

This kind of means, it can be said that the heaven and the earth change color and the rivers are dried up with a single thought, and it is definitely a power that surpasses the realm of the consummation of the Golden Immortal, and belongs to the existence of a quasi-saint.

Fang Yuhan and the others looked at the sky, and they all had a feeling of dry mouth. Fang Yuhan has seen the realm of golden immortals such as Ayina and Guangchengzi, and has also seen the sage Fuxi, and he is not shocked by the few of them now.

Before leaving the Tianxin Pavilion, the most powerful characters they had ever seen, Qian Mo, Zhuo Qingfeng, Tie Zhu, and Yue Ningmei were the Lonely Void Daoists. At the moment, compared to the ancestral Fang or the extravagant corpse, there is no comparison at all.

Tie Zhu has reason to believe that a finger of the corpse can crush the lonely Taoist to death. At that moment, he swallowed his saliva wildly and muttered softly: "Good girl, is this still alive? Could it be that Lao Tzu is going to be called to explain here today? Do you want to confess to Senior Sister Qianmo?"

Thinking about himself, but there was goose feather snow in the sky, the icy wind was blowing in his face, and the iron pillar couldn't help but shiver, and at the moment his Xuan Gong was running, and the aura in his body was surging wildly, resisting the cold.

The Iron Pillar Xuanling Bead is extremely frequent, and has helped him solve the crisis several times, and this time he also wants to communicate with the Xuanling Bead to solve the danger, but what makes him helpless is that the Xuanling Bead does not move at all.

Not only that, but his body was slowly cracking open under the force of the powerful law of the extravagant corpse. He really wanted to work hard to stimulate the Xuan Ling Bead, but looking at this posture, his life was gone, and he might not be able to activate it.

At this moment, outside of the ancestral side, there is no one who can withstand the coercion of the law of extravagance and corpse. When the next group of people is constantly retreating, every step of the exit is extremely difficult.

"I can't imagine that my Wu clan was not wiped out by the Shura clan and the night demon clan, but died at the hands of his own people, what an irony!" Xun Meng was too seriously injured, Qing Ning helped him, and at this time, in his eyes, there were indescribable vicissitudes.

Many people of the Wu clan let out an extremely unwilling roar at this time, when did they live so aggrieved? The sons and daughters of the Wu clan have always stood up to the sky.

At the corners of Zu Fang's mouth, blood kept spilling, but he was still struggling to support it. The expression of the corpse was indifferent to the extreme: "Surrender, today's Longbo Wu Clan is destined to be destroyed!"

"Although you are an ancestral witch, but you are not worthy of being a person of the witch clan, how can my witch clan be extinguished if you say that it will be destroyed?" A voice sounded, only to see another person appear in the sky behind him.

This man looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, and he looked extremely rough, and at the moment he stepped on the light, the sun and the moon on his head, and his body was in the void, but it made the heavens and the earth tremble.

"Umeng, is that you?" said the corpse's expression froze slightly. In ancient times, there were many great witches, such as Hou Yi, Xiang Liu, etc., but this Wumeng was the best among them, and his strength was not much weaker than that of the corpse. Of course, the Ancestral Witch possessed the power of the Extreme Dao, but Wumeng did not have it.

"And me!" another voice came from the sky, but an old man with a white beard and hair stepped into the air, dressed in coarse linen clothes. It doesn't look as strong as the other witches, and it's even a little emaciated.

"Zu Yun, you are also here, if Hou Yi and Xiang Liu come again, will all the power of the Longbo Wu Clan come out!"

"Don't look at it, since you ran away back then, Long Bo can't tolerate you, the Wu clan is inherited by the ancestral witch, but there is no descendant of your extravagant corpse here!" Zu Yun said lightly.

Fang Yuhan and the others didn't know that this old man with white hair was the witch doctor they were looking for this time. Among these three realms, except for Zu Yun, there is really no one who can restrain the plague demon now.

"Since that's all I have to say, then I don't need to keep my hands, and I don't need to feel guilty!" said Extravagant Corpse lightly.

Zu Yun said: "You made a suitable move, but I don't see any guilt, or the intention of keeping your hand! Come on, Master Zu Wu, let us juniors see what kind of power you have!"

Zu Yun's words came out, and a white lotus suddenly appeared under his feet, the lotus petals bloomed, and the power of the law was pervasive, like a river rolling.

The expression of the corpse condensed slightly, all along, he thought that the most powerful of the great witches was Wumeng, and now it seems that Zu Yun is not much weaker than Wumeng, and now he formed a magic seal to meet Zu Yun's attack.

There was a noise in the sky, but I saw that Zu Yun and Yu Bi were both taking a few steps back. At this time, Wumeng stepped out and came to the front of the corpse, his move was very simple, his right hand was clenched into a fist and blasted out, and the sound of a rattle came, as if the water was rushing again.

In the sky, patches of distorted void suddenly appeared, as if they could not withstand the force of Wumeng's punch. The corpse's expression froze, and then he saw his hands scribble, the rain and snow were intertwined, and the rain and snow were like swords.

Thundered!

But when the rain and snow collided with Umeng's fist, there was a violent sound. A few steps back, but the corpse slipped back a little.

The power of the law, the corpse is indeed stronger than Wumeng, but the simple strength is too far behind Wumeng.

No matter what kind of power it is, it is a kind of power, and it is even more beautiful to talk about it when one force drops ten, and at this time, Wumeng once again condensed the law, wrapped in his own strength, and in an instant, the peaks on all sides were fluctuating, and they were slowly cracking.

The corpse let out a soft scream, his body swirled, and he went up to the air, his hands were propped up, and the terrifying aura gathered into the ocean, and the power of the catalytic law surged. Suddenly, I saw clouds and mist, rain and snow, and the forces of various weather were intertwined, as if the four seasons were condensed in an instant.

Two powers that were enough to destroy the heavens and the earth were intertwined and collided, and the heavens and the earth suddenly dimmed, the rules were shattered, and everything was shattered in an instant. Not only that, Fang Yuhan and the others also had an illusion, as if they were all going to be wiped out.

This is really terrifying, everything in heaven and earth seems to be pulled into reincarnation, and all living beings are going to be extinguished.

When the light reappeared, I saw blood hanging from the corners of Wumeng's mouth, and the face of the corpse was also extremely pale.

"Extravagant corpse, you are an ancestral witch, do you only have this little power?, or is it almost consumed by many demon cubs?"

He stretched out his hand and slashed half an arc in the air, the rain and snow condensed and became an ice sword, and the snow fluttered in the sky, which intensified the power of the ice sword.

There was a clicking sound, and I saw that Wumeng's right hand was drenched in blood, and the wounds were all over the place.

The corpse stood in the air and said lightly: "After all, you are one step worse than me, this step is only missing, but it is destined that you will not be my opponent!"

"That's a lot of nonsense, let's fight!" Wumeng's voice carried a domineering intent, and at that moment his body shot out again, glowing all over his body, and rune marks flashed.

The corpse of Haobi once again condensed into a sword with ice and snow, and this time the ice sword was dense, like an ocean rolling, and the sharp aura was permeated, forming a terrifying cloud.

The most powerful means of the extravagant corpse is that he can evolve the way of the weather with the power of the law. Everything related to the weather, such as clouds, fog, rain, etc., can be used by him.

Wumeng felt that the space around him was suddenly imprisoned, and at that moment he stretched his hands violently, his aura roared, and quickly condensed in his palms, and the supreme power was released, rushing forward.

With a bang, Umeng was repelled again, and at this time, there were already several wounds on his body. But he didn't blink his eyes, and once again condensed the law.

At this time, Zu Yun and Zu Fang shot at the same time, the three of them lined up in the air, and the power of the three laws condensed and turned into a long sword and slashed down.

At this time, the corpse reached forward with a big hand, grabbing a large mountain to block it in the middle. With a loud bang, the mountain was suddenly defeated, and the rocks were splashed, wrapped in terrifying power, and countless sieve eyes appeared in the void.