There is only one cottage in the middle of the valley.

There were four old men sitting around the grass house, and judging by their momentum, it was clear that they were the kings of the Wei clan! It's just that the faces of the four people at this moment were slightly haggard and nervous. One of them looks a little similar to Rong Bin, presumably his uncle. He sighed and said, "Ahem, I hope that this time the ancestor can get through the difficulties and lead our clan down." ”

"Don't worry. Another said, "The glory of the gods shines on us forever." ”

Rong Lao smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Nightmare God, hehe, I'm afraid he has forgotten us a long time ago." Otherwise, with his combat power comparable to that of Qingluo Divine Monarch, how could he watch us being suppressed and sealed?!"

"This ......"

The other three were speechless.

If Ye Ning was here, he would definitely be surprised when he heard this. It turned out that someone from the Wei clan had actually obtained the Divine Monarch and lived in the immortal realm. You must know that even in the fairy world, any god monarch is a hero, calling for wind and rain, and omnipotent. As long as you don't provoke the Five Heavenly Emperors, the Divine Monarch is an immortal and immortal existence!

The four were silent.

About an hour later, a burst of blood-red light suddenly burst out from the ground, penetrating the entire grassland.

Boss Rong was shocked and hurriedly said: "Quick, Protector of the Dharma! Ancestor has reached a critical moment!"

The other three didn't dare to slack off, and each spit out their natal nightmare spirits, turning into the Heaven and Earth Infinite Four Elephant Array, skillfully assisting the red light, providing a steady stream of power.

The grass is hundreds of feet deep underground.

There is no such thing as a cave. The ground is hollowed out, about ten miles square, all four walls are paved with red rock and bloodstone, scorching light; in the middle is a deep pool of miles, in which a layer of black ointment is shallowly accumulated, and there are strange medicinal fragrances; there are four cylinders of a thickness of a few zhang distributed around, and the whole body is scattered with red light, which penetrates the upper layer of soil and reflects on the grass house.

Deadwood was naked, sitting cross-legged in black ointment.

As he uttered the words, the black liquid around him swirled strangely, gradually merging into strands of black lines, drawing mysterious patterns. After about a stick of incense, the pattern became clearer and clearer, and it was actually a statue of a god with a blue face and fangs!

If Elder Rong could see all this, he would definitely recognize that this statue was the portrait of the god of the Nightmare Clan worshipped!

The red light of the surrounding columns grows!

Slowly dripping into the medicine pool, wrapping around the image of the god of nightmare! The idol actually came to life, grinning, and let out an ancient low sound.

Deadwood was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect that the record in an ancient jade slip turned out to be true, allowing him to successfully connect with the Nightmare God in the fairy world! He threw himself into the black liquid and said respectfully: "Nightmare Deadwood, welcome to the arrival of the Nightmare God!"

The idol writhed slightly, as if the carature, made up of elixir, was too weak for him to bear. After a while, he opened his eyes, stared at the dead wood, and said slowly: "Black forbidden medicine, honest sacrifice." Do you know that if you do this, you will sacrifice the 5,000-year life of the god?"

The dead wood lay on the ground, not daring to move. The light glance of the god statue actually gave birth to an irresistible power, which was the power of the god king. He said reverently: "Bad God, our people have reached the time of life and death, and I hope that God will have mercy. ”

The statue felt around slightly, and said in surprise: "This is Qingluo Da 6?!Yes, there are indeed people left here by this god, but the blood is weak, and they are almost forgotten." ”

(End of chapter)