Chapter 133: The Mountain of Corpses and the Sea of Blood Howl of Grievances
The towering wood in front of him became the target of the blood basking at this moment, and the blood sword slashed down, and the boundless blood curtain stretched for tens of thousands of miles, slashing straight away!
In an instant, a dazzling divine light emitted from the Jumang Divine Tree, and it was uncertain to resist the impact of the sword light......
All the witches in Jumang were all ugly, their bodies were fixed on the ground motionless, not that they didn't move, but that they couldn't move, under the boundless killing machine of the blood basking locked, everyone was like falling into an ice cellar!
The spiritual liquid stored in the Endless Void was drained by the Jumang Divine Wood almost in the blink of an eye to resist the Heavenly Sword, and millions of squares disappeared, which was terrifying!
The Divine Tree trembled, and finally exhausted the sword light of thousands of miles, but there were pieces of withered yellow leaves falling down, resisting the sword light, and almost exhausting all the spiritual liquid reserves of Mangfeng......
A trace of anger flashed in the blood bau's eyes, and the blood sword in his hand sounded a loud sword roar, shattering the void, raising the sword and slashing again!
The Aoki Witch Lord can be said to have red eyes, and a boundless smell of death envelops his heart, this sword, even if he has the ability to reach the sky, he can't dodge it.
He can die, this sentence Mangshenshu can't fall! The Mangzhong witches can't die, gritted his teeth and hated: "Urge the god statue and use the power of the ancestral witch to block this crazy woman! The array is imminent, and the sentence Mangshenmu can't fall!"
"Boom!"
When a sentence was spoken, there was an ancestor among the thick branches of the Jumang Divine Tree, which exploded violently, and a thick breath rushed out of it, reaching the sky!
Among the tattered ancestors, there is a statue of a god, with a human face in the body of a bird, and two wings behind him are flying, emerald green and boundless, like spring buds, and the nine-clawed green dragon is stepping under the claws of the bird, which is extremely hideous!
Its face is blurred, it can't be seen clearly, and it can't be remembered, it is the innate Daoyan!
This statue of the god is the great witch of the sentence, also known as the wood god, the god of spring, the legend is that it is in charge of the wood, the witch law inherits the sky, the boundless wood gas is rushed out of it, its blurred face, lit up two points of brittleness, more and more violent!
The wood gas soars into the air, reaching the nine heavens, stretching for thousands of miles, surging and turning into a phantom of Mangzu Wu, the bird's body is in the air, and the green dragon under its claws is soaring, which is extremely terrifying.
With two wings, the boundless emerald mangs are like the awakening of a new spring seedling, rolling away overwhelmingly, exuding a rich and extremely strong life force, and the sword qi of thousands of miles is full of holes, and there is no drop.
The Jumang ancestors who are on top of the sacred tree and look up at the sky are all red-eyed, standing on the sky and guarding their Jumang ancestors, that is their belief.
When this figure stands on the earth, it is the time of spring warmth......
How many years have passed, this figure has disappeared from the earth, and has been wiped out in the endless desolation!
The endless emerald mangs are not obvious, but surround the entire Jumang Divine Tree, growing stronger and stronger.
A haze flashed in the blood basking eyes, but she didn't cut again, her body turned into a bloody light, and she lifted her sword and went away, and her killing intent was even stronger. The witches finally breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't be happy......
The whole Muzhou is in shambles, the ground fire is steaming, the magma is rolling, the endless corpses are floating, and the souls are screaming, although they are not dead, but the whole Muzhou is dead!
How many creatures will there be in an entire state? I can't calculate, but all of them have fallen under the Blood Basking Sword at this moment......
"Boom ......"
Between the air waves, the Black Stone Hall finally came to the Black and White Hill, and then came to Muzhou, where are the green mountains and green waters when I came last time, the corpses are floating, the earth fire is flying, and the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering......
It was as miserable as being hit by a meteorite, and everyone couldn't help but shudder, the sentence "Blood slaughtered the black and white hills!" was obviously not a joke!
At this moment, Rose has long since disappeared, but she is chasing after the blood grandmother, and she is not at ease.
The black and white hill poison swamp, here inherited from the corpse of luxury, calls himself a witch of luxury, the witch of poison, but the battle is extremely piercing, no one wants to fight with a corpse poison person, maybe when he will be poisoned to death.
The entire poisonous swamp is waiting for it, and the huge fragrant corpse konjac grows out in the poisonous swamp, and all of them bloom!
Endless purple poisonous clouds were released from the stamens of the black hole, and the void was melted by the poison, which showed the fierceness of the poison......
But the blood grandmother seemed to have not seen it at all, and the blood sword stabbed back, deeply inserted into his heart, and the body of the blood sword became more and more red when he pulled it out!
Drops of blood from the tip of the sword fell down from the tip of the sword, and every drop turned into a boundless sea of blood, crushing down on the boundless land of the poisonous swamp!
"Divine power: the devil walks the world!" said the blood grandmother through gritted teeth, her face becoming more and more pale, which was the color that only belonged to the dead.
With a bang, the sea of blood smashed to the ground, and countless creatures were melted into a white bone by the sea of blood before they could scream.
From the sea of blood crawled out of the blood demon corpse, each one three feet high, entangled in demon patterns, and hideous claws!
Turning into blood-colored arrows and traveling through the earth at great speed, this day is a nightmare for countless poisonous swamp creatures.
The cultivation of each blood demon is not high, at first there is only the realm of turning into qi, and the stronger ones can be killed at will, but the amazing thing is that the blood demon is torn apart by the beating, and it can still be turned into blood and water to gather instantly!
During the fight, the blood and water wrapped his body, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a dry corpse and fell, his spirit was dry and disappeared without a trace, it was absorbed by the blood demon, and his strength was even more fierce......
The blood-colored streamers were like an unstoppable plague, and everywhere they went, they were full of death, leaving only a dried corpse, but the blood demons were getting stronger and stronger.
The host is immortal, the blood demon is endless, this magical power demon is really terrifying in the world!
Countless people had died, and the blood grandmother's face became more and more hideous, staring at the center of the poisonous swamp, which was a large lake like a purple jewel, and the poisonous gas on the surface of the lake was steaming.
Among them, there are endless pavilions and pavilions, which are located in the middle of the great lake, and at this moment, the poisonous swamp will not escape the fate of being slaughtered by blood.
Extravagant than the witch master, the purple eyes were full of hatred, so he had to summon the statue of the ancestral witch god......
In the endless poisonous clouds, there were lightning and thunder, the wind howled, the torrential rain poured, the tornado raged, and a towering shadow became clearer and clearer.
Its body is like a unicorn, with a human face, two green snakes hanging from its ears, the snake letter is swallowing, the void is cracked, there are horns on the head, it is a colorful color, it rises to the sky, exudes a hazy faint light......
The phantom of the corpse was so empty and motionless, its eyes lit up with purple light, as if staring at the blood basking closely, but it did not move.
Behind him, there are endless phantoms, tens of thousands of walking corpses, groups of graves, and a black press, just look at it, and there is a kind of corpse qi rushing towards him......
It is the country of extravagant corpses that only exists in legends, it is a country between life and death, where the living come back to death, and the dead come back to life!
The haze in the blood basking eyes was even worse, but there was no intention of leaving, standing in the void, the white robe was at first glance, looking down at the wailing creatures on the earth, but the frowning brows were a little soothing.
It seems that only in this way can she vent the anger in her heart, but this is not enough, far from enough, in the eyes of the blood grandmother, the injury suffered by Li Qinglian is not enough to take the entire black and white hill, that is everything to her.
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At this moment, located in the center of the black and white hill, there is a sacrificial altar, which is made by sacrificing the twelve ancestors and witches when the flood is desolate!
It is as high as 10,000 feet, the stairs are stacked on top of each other, it is jet black, it is full of traces of wind and frost, it is the breath of the years, there is endless divine blood flowing from it, I don't know how many years have passed, there is still no sign of drying, exuding rolling might.
Will the sacrifices used to worship the twelve ancestors be bad? Maybe the immortals will be killed on this altar......
At this moment, at the top of the altar, there is a person sitting on it alone, sitting there, the momentum is not obvious, but it is the center of the whole world, the owner of this black and white hill.
Looking closely, the image of this person is extremely shocking.
Looking from the side, his face was old, wrinkled, his skin was inelastically folded, and patches of old age spots were scattered in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were chaotic.
Its body is even more terrifying, it exudes a strong corpse smell, flesh and blood are rotten, like a walking corpse that has been dead for I don't know how many years, there are maggots wriggling, the corpse water flows for a long time, and the twilight is as heavy as a mountain.
On the other hand, it is full of vitality, the bronzed skin is shining brightly, the face is strangely clear, only a little bit, just when he is young and graceful, the qi and blood are like rolling wolf smoke straight into the sky, and the eyes flash from time to time.
If these two situations appear in two people, it is still said in the past, but they appear in the same person, it is a bit terrifying!
One life and one death, one withering and one glory, the cycle repeats, and the life is endless......
His hands pinched, and blood-colored streamers rose from the ground and rushed into the altar of the gods, and the countless ancient immortal patterns engraved on the altar suddenly lit up with a glimmer......
"It's almost ...... It's almost ...... It's not enough to die, it's not enough!" muttered the man, who was none other than the true master of the Northern Witch Cult, the Northern Witch!
It is the sound of the words that come out, and it is also two voices that overlap together, one is vigorous and the other is dying...... At this moment, his eyes widened, and he looked at the altar under him with a shocked expression!
I saw endless blood-colored streamers rushing out of the earth, frantically pouring into the altar of the gods, and the patterns on the entire altar were almost brightened out too much!
A boundless terrifying aura erupted from the altar of the gods, the void shattered, the ground rolled up in pieces, there was a buzz of the avenue in the underworld, and the sound of immortals descended into the world, reaching the hearts of the people.
"What's the matter, so many people have died?" said the Northern Stygian Witch with a frown.
At this moment, a projection flashed in the void, it was the Aoki of the Wizard of Jumang, but at this moment, his eyes were red and said: "Lord Tianwu, hurry up, that person has slaughtered the entire Muzhou, and the blood is flowing for millions of miles!"
When the Northern Heavenly Witch heard this, half of the old man's face couldn't help but frown and said, "What's the matter?"
He has been sitting on the altar for too long, and he hasn't taken a step for many years......
At this moment, the void flashed again, and it was the Yin Void of the Witch Lord, but his face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word......
"Boom!"
A blood-colored angry dragon rushed out of the earth again, frantically pouring it on the altar of the gods, and the Dao pattern rose again, and the blood of the gods on it squirmed, and even had a tendency to burn.
The Northern Immortal Heavenly Witch finally couldn't sit still, and suddenly got up, and his momentum was wild, a radius of thousands of miles, and the void was shattered!