The underworld, the towering wolf dwelling in the clouds, people who don't know it think that it is ten thousand miles high, but in the eyes of Ye Zhiqiu and other immortals, they can easily see through its essence.

A Sanskrit mythological system in the style of Mount Meru, harvesting the minotaur and centaur ethnicity, forcibly patching together the repaired hills, the gaps between the mountains and rocks, are full of countless unwilling to give in to the heroic spirits of the two races, which are forced to refine by the human pillar technique of Sanskrit, as a kind of glue to bridge the irreconcilable contradictions and conflicts between different ethnic groups.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the cooled molten iron, thousands of distorted and painful faces, all of them were heroic heroes who opposed the teachings of Sanskrit Buddhism and resisted to the last moment of their lives, but unfortunately they did not die on the battlefield, but were melted and cast into this holy mountain.

"His hero, my enemy! the hero of the orcs, died so miserably, please allow me to make a sad face. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said this, and a tear did squeeze out of the corner of his eye, but he was not really moved, but as a dangerous weapon, used to blast open the appearance of this pseudo-holy mountain.

The "Immortal Tears" was crystal clear like a jewel, which was buckled on Ye Zhiqiu's thumb, and his index finger bent and flicked hard, and suddenly flew forward like a meteor.

It easily pierced through the crystal membrane of this super blessed land, and suddenly rose and flew up, reaching the junction of the human pillar halfway up the mountain, and suddenly turned into a charm, which was not the Great Sect of Xuanmen, nor the Left Way of the Side Gate, but the six-character light mantra of the Sanskrit Sect, manifesting a wrathful Hades Phase, radiating a destructive flame that destroyed everything.

Countless souls cast into one by molten iron ushered in their final destruction in agony, and the blazing heat flame not only quickly destroyed the icy steel, causing them to melt into boiling magma molten iron, but also destroyed these heroic spirits from the outside to the interior.

As a result, the two ethnic spirits, which were barely put together, quickly gained freedom and fled out in unison. The super blessed land couldn't be saved, and he watched the two great clans leave.

The sharp-eyed Ye Zhiqiu, from this glimpse of the totem of the Minotaur shaking the earth, is a pity that it only has its shape, not its quality, and it must have fallen long ago, so it cannot dominate the clan spirit.

The centaur clan spirit has no totem manifestation, perhaps it is related to the fact that the tribes have never been able to unify their beliefs, and they can only reluctantly condense the phantom of the horse-headed king according to the teachings of Sanskrit.

Now that the power of the Sanskrit religion has shrunk in an all-round way, even the king of the horse-headed Ming does not dare to come in a separate body, so the centaur clan is scattered and out of shape, and it is more miserable than the minotaur's own totem.

The pillar of the Super Blessed Land, the Holy Mountain, collapsed, all supported by the clan spirit of the wolf clan. It's a pity that the Golden Wolf clan has survived so far, and the number has not exceeded 10,000, although it can be sent from the expatriate to the clansmen and absorb the military strength of various tribes in the grassland to make up for it, it is never the right way to solve the problem.

As a result, the holy mountain, which was difficult to support alone, began a new round of cracking and collapse, and the grassland dragon qi that the Sanskrit Sect had worked so hard to collect also dispersed again.

The three-headed and six-armed golden wolf god caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he couldn't help muttering: "It's over! It's over!"

The God of War Xingtian, the Corpse God Qi, and the Drought God Maiden knew that the time for the final decisive battle was near, and immediately stepped up the offensive in their hands, suppressing the Golden Wolf God and unable to move, and there was no chance to turn back to the blessed land to preside over the overall situation.

In fact, the Golden Wolf God can't escape even if he wants to, in addition to these three ancient fierce gods, there are also five ghost kings eyeing him, not to mention a pair of fairy eyes, staring at his every move at the moment.

The more the golden wolf god fought, the more panicked he became, and the posture of the defensive counterattack was chaotic and out of order, and the remorse in his heart at this time was difficult to wash away from all the rivers and seas.

However, the Golden Wolf God is not an ordinary totem or guardian god, it can be regarded as a true immortal god, even if the champion Hou Feng Wolf Juxu can only seal it and fall into a long sleep.

How could Ye Zhiqiu not know the Golden Wolf God's intentions, and deliberately stimulated this grassland god: "Your Highness the Golden Wolf, don't do the dream of the Orc Great Alliance." Strip away the skin and appearance of the protector god of the Sanskrit religion, and reveal your true face, that is, a hundred-mile mountain god. When the zombie army under my command attacks the Wolf Juxu Mountain, desecrates your holy land, pollutes the underground water source, digs up the direction of the mountain range, and turns the treasure land of feng shui into a barren land, even if I don't wait, how long will you survive? 100 years, 200 years, at most 500 years, you will lose everything and fall into ghosts and gods. At that point, it will be much easier to handle you. ”

The Golden Wolf God knew that all this was true, and although he still retorted stubbornly, he was panicked in his heart, and he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration appeared, and the golden wolf god couldn't help laughing, and it found that behind the crisis, there was a turning point to get out of the current predicament.

"True immortals of the human race, you don't have to deceive the gods with big words. The vanguard army of the Sanskrit Sect is about to arrive, and by that time you will have time to take care of yourself, and you will have time to pay attention to your own gods?

Ye Zhiqiu was vaguely aware of this, it was precisely because of the imminent crisis that he would attack the grassland desperately, followed by the remnants of the bordering Dongyi, and the underworld of the four islands in the East China Sea, but he did not give up.

"Sanskrit, it's nothing remarkable. was killed by two high-level executives casually, and he was so frightened that he didn't know where to go. If it weren't for this, with the current strong military strength of the grassland, without the iron-flowing Han army, Bendao really couldn't wait. Now, it's too late for you to say anything. ”

The Golden Wolf God was well aware of everything that had happened recently, and knew very well that the contraction of the power of the Sanskrit Sect, and even the embarrassing cutting, was indeed threatened by some irresistible force.

"Hehe, when the Howling Moon Wolf went west, it took away the Divine Flame Seed that had fallen into a deep sleep, and even if the Divine Flame Seed was completely destroyed by the poisonous hand, it would not really die. If the grass is not cut and the roots are not eradicated, the time for revenge will surely come, so why should you rush to kill them all?"

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know about this old matter, and turned his head to look at the five ghost kings, who had been in the underworld for a long time and didn't know about this section, so they all shook their heads.

The Drought Goddess couldn't help but take the time to open her mouth and relieve everyone's doubts: "Whether this matter is true or not, it is still between the two." I once remembered that when the mountains and seas were barren, there were beasts in the Snake Mountain, which were shaped like foxes, with white tails and long ears, and the name of the wolf was also a wolf. It is estimated that the golden wolf and the sky wolf are the descendants of their bloodline, and they have fallen here for some reason. ”

Ye Zhiqiu heard this, pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly: "The steppe wolf has a spirit, and it has become a god by virtue of the mountain qi, and it must not be forcibly involved in the relationship. If you can't do it then, it's really difficult for you. ”

Speaking of this, Ye Zhiqiu took off the true form magic weapon of his right arm, turned into a circle of Bai Sensen, and threw it towards the Golden Wolf God.

The three gods of Xingtian, Qiqi and Nulu were side by side, besieging and beating the golden wolf god was tight, and a flash of light flashed, and the three-headed and six-armed Sanskrit protector god was smashed to the ground by this treasure, breaking two empty hands, and a head was also broken and broken, and it was softly hanging on the shoulder, lifeless.

The Golden Wolf God found that the golden body of the Faxiang was seriously injured, and he was worried that the true immortals of the human race would come again, so he hurriedly fled to the blessed land. It's a pity that it didn't run far before it was intercepted on the spot by five ghost kings who were eyeing it fiercely, and cut off the wolf soldiers who were trying to rescue it.

One immortal, three gods, and five ghosts closed the encirclement, the golden wolf god knew that this adventure attack, it was really stepping into a trap, pouring blood mold, it was also a god born with a bloody spirit, and it was succumbed to the great Sanskrit sect once, and this time it refused to bow its head again.

Thinking of the lament that echoed in the wolf Juxu Mountain when it was asleep, lingering in its ears for hundreds of years, the golden wolf god was angry from his heart, and evil was born to the side of the gall, and he had the idea of dying together.

"This has come to this, and there is no other way. It's better to give up this golden body of the Faxiang, the Sanskrit religion is as powerful as a mountain, but it can't even protect itself, and you still need to rely on me, the protector god? ”

Thinking of this, the Golden Wolf God suddenly turned his heart sideways, and the remaining four arms abandoned the Brahma Treasure weapon, his fingers flew up and down, and in an instant, he pinched twelve hands, and the light gold texture of the law suddenly brightened, and even a dangerous jump in brightness.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at it and understood the outline: "Dangerous! The golden wolf is ready to blow himself up, using the secret Shura disintegration method of Sanskrit Buddhism, which comes with the technique of true spirit reincarnation. It's not desperate, it's ready to take advantage of the chaos to escape. ”

Every move of the Golden Wolf God was broken by Ye Zhiqiu's opening of his mouth, and his fiery ambition suddenly fell into an ice cellar, not knowing whether it should continue or not.

"It's unreasonable for this god to be scared and frightened......!