The tsunami-like haze of black poison that boiled wildly was like hundreds of millions of souls for countless years, suddenly all of them launched a riot here. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info There is still a little joy and refreshment of early autumn in the darkness of a hundred miles, but the great power of death is devouring autumn and expelling time, making people feel that they have come to hell, and at this moment they have already turned into wandering spirits wandering in the netherworld.

Perhaps Harvest Qiuzun, who had just been patrolling the world for a short time, was very lazy and had little interest in finding back the rights that belonged to him. Or maybe the great god of harvesting, who was already the ancestor of the gold, was also extremely angry because the witch clan was about to be extinct, and it was impossible to pay attention to the ultra vires behavior of the ancestor witch and the corpse.

As a result, the unrestrained Extravagant Corpse Witch God descended on the mortal world, bringing the fear of death that belonged to mortals, and also brought the vitality that the witch clan had always longed for. Grief and indignation at the hundreds of thousands of great witches of the same clan who sacrificed their bodies with blood, they all tried their best to roar to the sky, and their voices were all reverence and gratitude to the ancestors of luxury.

But the howling of the forty great witches is loud, and it is not worth mentioning compared to the sacrificial sound of the ancestral witch's shadow. It was as if the murmur of time had passed faintly, and its voice seemed like a man and a woman were still old and immature, and even more like countless sound waves overlapping repeatedly. And this vague and chaotic sound of ancient sacrifice can clearly echo in the ears, hearts, and minds of all living beings.

In a matter of moments, the Witch God's Whisper awakened ancient oaths, summoned the nightmares of tomorrow, and revealed the horrors of the present. The boiling black poison haze within a hundred miles added divine power fluctuations, and countless circles of black ripples began to ripple continuously. The Ring of the Hurricane, which the four hundred green guards had worked so hard to maintain, began to be cleansed, shaved off, and eliminated one after another.

Such an unimaginable drastic change suddenly came, leaving the 300,000 Terran monks at a loss. The people who were stunned for a while actually forgot about the attack they were going to continue to launch, only to feel that the catastrophe was approaching them, and they couldn't help but be stopped breathing and interrupted by the infinite fear in their hearts.

Fortunately, not everyone is like this, although Xiao Yun, who cultivated his mind, was also shocked by the arrival of the ancestral witch's shadow, he only lost his mind for a moment and quickly controlled his own state of mind. Immediately, he raised his head and struggled to let out a sharp and piercing loud roar, which was the exclusive supernatural power evil voice that the Evil Venerable had already been able to achieve.

"Whew...... Scold...... Scold...... Commanding ......"

The incomparably piercing sound of the huge scream reverberated from low to high, from weak to strong, for a long time in the wilderness of all directions, and its scope covered 300,000 Terran monks. Although the evil sound pierced people's minds at this moment, it did not bring the slightest harm, but caused the sluggish monks to wake up one after another.

The people who were able to recover from their state of loss were all frightened, ashamed, and extremely grateful, and everyone knew that they had been saved by the Evil Cloud Venerable again. Just because he is a monk, he knows that the chaotic sacrificial sound of the weather ancestor witch is a great murderous technique, and it is almost impossible for the middle person not to lose his mind and turn into floating dust.

Grateful people can't help but feel a surge of will, and thousands of white dotted lines that are invisible to the naked eye are connected to the great respect in their hearts. Of course, the monks who have regained their hearts know better that the situation is critical. After a moment passed, the flowers of extinction formed by various bright rays of light bloomed again, and the flowers bloomed in the haze of black poison for hundreds of miles.

However, this fierce attack that was unparalleled in the past has now lost its killing power in the face of the Ancestral Witch Split. I saw that the black light in the poisonous haze fluctuated violently, and the power of all the human monks was instantly solidified into eternity. Countless colorful flowers of extinction just hang in the void, neither disappearing nor blooming.

Seeing such a spectacle appear in front of them, the monks who had just recovered their minds and fought hard could not help but fall into shock again. They hadn't seen or benefited from Xiao Yun, who was eternal in an instant, and as monks, even if everyone knew about this famous divine art, they couldn't believe that they had really encountered it today.

It's no wonder, not to mention that these ordinary Terran cultivators, even when Xiao Yun first met the eternity, wasn't he so shocked that his mind became blank. At this moment, of course, he understood people's feelings, and knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely fail, so he hurriedly gathered all his strength again and raised his head and screamed evil sounds.

In an instant, a sharp whistling reappeared in the wilderness, once again awakening all the Terran monks from their distractions. And Xiao Yun, who had repeatedly consumed a lot of mental energy to launch the evil sound, had already changed his complexion slightly, and his chest was rising and falling violently, and it was clear that he was a little overwhelmed by this.

Fortunately, today, 30,000 Buddhists of Puhui Monastery poured into the nest, and the two old monks who first stabilized their hearts hurriedly organized all Buddhists to recite the Heart Sutra in shame. Immediately, tens of thousands of Buddha sounds finally gathered into a vastness, always dispelling the horror and fear in people's hearts, so as to protect the original heart of the army of human monks.

For a while, the Buddhist Compassion Zen Singing actually resonated with the ancestral witch sacrifice Tianyin in the wilderness, but the sacred place was looming horror, and the compassion was weird. It's just that no one dares to listen to this big drama without money, and listening to such a drama is always life-threatening.

But what is even worse is that the situation between the two sides has been reversed again, and it has only been less than two quarters of an hour since the projection of the corpse of Yubi appeared. But in this short fierce battle, not only did nearly 100 silver corpses and big demons disappear, but also more than 60 great witches disappeared, and nearly 100,000 blood-eating creatures of hundreds of thousands of weak witches and Qingqi guards were sacrificed in blood.

Realizing that the most terrifying thing had happened, Xiao Yun knew very well that if it weren't for the iron power of heaven and earth, it would always be limited, and the Ancestral Witch Shadow would not be able to spread the eternity of the moment too widely, and it would definitely imprison all the human cultivators in one fell swoop. But if you don't take action now, I'm afraid that after the corpse shadow has accumulated enough strength, the 300,000 people will end up dead.

Xiao Yun, who knew that the battle situation was imminent, didn't care about anything else at this time, and immediately ordered the Qingqi guards who were still making blood sacrifices: "Chalk Servant Yun, immediately summon the Netherworld Exterminator Spirit Wind, leave the other Wu clans alone, and concentrate all your forces to attack the Corpse Splitter!"

The Qingqi guards who received the king's order would not hesitate, and immediately chanted the clan secret mantra in unison under the leadership of the chalk servant. I heard the chanting of compassion and the sound of the chaotic heaven sacrifice, but the sound was all ghosts crying and wolf howling, as if thousands of hungry ghosts were roaring in unison.

As the four hundred green yaksha became more and more anxious to shout and scream, it had already condensed and shrunk from a hundred zhang phantom to ten zhang, but it was as clear as the real body of the extravagant corpse, sensing that the fierce wind that even he had to avoid was coming, and actually took the initiative to send out a mighty divine voice for the first time.

"Why is the Qingqi Yaksha here? He also dares to intervene in the dispute between the two clans of humans and witches, does he want the witch god to defeat the underworld?

"It's you who want to retreat! This is our home for generations, how many living beings have died because of the arrival of the Wu Clan? Xiao Ming, immediately launch the Netherworld Soul Exterminator, kill all these damn executioners, and fight to the death today, I am invincible!"

The angry Xiao Yun forgot his fear, forgot who the other party was, and forgot the invincibility of the ancestral witch. Stimulated by blood and death, he was so excited that his heart was like thunder, and he was covered in blood, and he wanted to break the culprit of the corpse into pieces. I just thought that it was this guy who was neither human nor ghost, causing hundreds of thousands of lives on both sides to be sacrificed in blood.

But he didn't know that such a killing was caused by him unintentionally, and since the appearance of the ancestral witch, the human race has only lost nearly 100 silver corpse guards, and the most dead are the completely desperate witch clan. And Xiao Yun's angry shouting will inevitably attract the attention of the extravagant corpse, how can the ancestral witch tolerate the rude scolding of the little mortal.

I saw a clear and recognizable condensation of the ten-zhang witch god's shadow, and the illusory black shadow of the eared green snake flickered with a black poisonous light like lightning, ignoring the distance of a hundred miles of space, and appeared in front of Xiao Yun in the blink of an eye. This foul and seemingly unstoppable fierce light clearly wants to turn the little mortal who does not know whether he is alive or dead into pus and blood.

How could Xiao Yun, who was suddenly attacked, be willing to be killed, and his mind was already recalled, and the sixteen evil spirits came out in an instant. So the two weirdest and most vicious supernatural powers in the world met for the first time, and the shadowless evil actually brought the black poisonous light to a halt out of thin air. This scene immediately shocked the excited Wu Clan, and made the frightened Terran monks infinitely admire.

This is the attack of the ancestral witch and the corpse shadow, even if it is limited by the power of heaven and earth, Tie Ze only has the power of the primordial infant, but how can the mysterious mortals of the Great Dao it represents resist? But I don't know that the evil that originates from the supreme demonic thoughts, even if there is no mutation, it has the noble Dao rules, and it is not necessarily slightly weaker than the black poison of the corpse.

Finding that the attack was actually blocked, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised and puzzled, but he didn't expect that this little mortal could still resist the black poison. But as an ancestral witch, how could he be ignorant and unconscious, no matter how invisible and shadowless the evil spirit is, he can't escape his perception, but it's a pity that he also doesn't know this strange thing that has never been seen before.

"Hmm... It's kind of interesting! To be able to raise the devil to such an extent is not bad for a little mortal. The corpse didn't seem to care much, and didn't take the little mortal seriously at all, and then he didn't make much of a move, and two more black poisonous rays of light came straight towards Xiao Yun.

Who knew that the teleportation-like poisonous light had just arrived, but the first attack had already been devoured by the evil spirit. At this time, the sixteen evil spirits seemed to have been greatly replenished, and the shadowless body was extremely excited, and they all greedily flocked to the follow-up poisonous light, and the same scene as before was immediately staged again.

Of course, Extravagant knew better where the strongest threat came from, and although he felt that it was a little incredible that Xiao Yun could resist it, he did not deliberately target it because of this outburst. Instead, it instantly urged nearly a hundred black poisonous brilliance to raid the Qingqi guards who were summoning the Netherworld Slayer Spiritual Wind.

Sensing that the king had been attacked by the enemy continuously, Chalk Shiyun immediately roared in horror. The four hundred Qingqi guards, who were also so frightened that they screamed in horror, didn't care about reciting the clan's secret mantra to accumulate power, and immediately waved their arms forward at the same time to point at the ancestral witch's shadow.

Then I saw black dots appear in the sky above its hundred-mile circle, as if someone had drawn a huge circle in the sky with an ink pen. It is both shocking and terrifying, and anyone will shudder immediately, because the world that those black spots lead to is a real place of total annihilation.

But before people's exclamations could be made, four hundred and one black wind lines that looked like entities had already drilled out of the black dots in an instant. In less than a breath, it gathered into a huge Netherworld Destroying Spirit Wind, emitting a strange roar that only monks above the primordial infant stage could hear, and rushed straight towards the Ancestral Witch Shadow like an unstoppable one.

In this way, the hundred poisonous lights finally came too late, and after crossing a hundred miles in an instant, they did not really attack the Qingqi guards, and they were entangled and crushed by the four hundred and one black threads that swarmed up. And with the support of the continuous chanting of mantras by the four hundred green yakshas, they devoured these enemy forces and transformed them into their own bodies.

Obviously, the Netherworld Destroying Spirit Wind that appeared today was not the sourceless thing that Xiao Yun had defeated on Lanxia Peak at the beginning. The fierce wind, which was still a little less powerful, was obviously driven to continue devouring and transforming in the never-ending howl of ghosts and wolves, and it was also constantly growing in power.

As the Netherworld's Netherworld-Destroying Spiritual Wind appeared in the mortal dust, the air was neutral with an aura far more indifferent than death, and filled with a silent howl that would be feared by any living being. Just because they represent the end, they are the true meaning of the world.

And the ring of the hurricane that was about to collapse suddenly became powerful at this moment, and it actually erupted wildly when the Netherworld Slayer Wind passed through. Perhaps this is because of the necessity of being supported by the origin of the wind, which is known as the Netherworld Destroying Spirit Wind that blows away everything in the world, and its Wind Origin is undoubtedly the fiercest in the Wind Avenue.

The haze of hundreds of miles of black poison encountered this fierce wind from the final place of the world, but it was neither torn nor broken, and there was no fierce scene of sound and light, fighting and fighting. Instead, the wind disappeared without a trace, and there was not even a trace of the breath that existed, as if broken ice had been thrown into the sun and dripping water returned to the sea of ink.

As time passed quickly, and as the Netherworld Wind continued to blow, the unstoppable and ferocious wind grew evidently at all times, devouring all power except the wind. In just a breath of time, the Netherworld Extinguishing Spirit Wind, which had rushed forward and dispersed the haze of black poison for nearly fifty miles, had grown into a hundred-zhang whirlwind and swept away.

Seeing this, the corpse was also panicked, and immediately rose up to block it with all the power of the witch god that could be displayed. I saw the light of countless black poison witch gods pouring down like rain, smearing the sky and darkening the earth in the blink of an eye, and there were even dense and indistinct strange howls and buzzers rushing towards the Netherworld Soul Slayer Wind, and the power of the Ancestral Witch Shadow that broke out with all its might could indeed shake the sky.

It's a pity that all things, all spirits, and all ways in the world exist according to the Tao, and there must be yang and suppression, positive and negative, and there has never been a power that is not restrained. The outbreak and madness of the corpse split were like child's play in front of the wind of annihilation that could best restrain him, and the fierce wind that could be extinguished even by the eternal magic in an instant, instead devoured and grew out of control wildly.

Such a scene made the human monks boil, and they all attacked frantically all the time. However, they didn't do it for the sake of the attack, but to support the Netherworld Slayer Wind, and they clearly wanted to contribute their strength to make the fierce wind stronger and more violent, and blow away the damned Extravagant Corpse Shadow in one fell swoop.

Not to mention, the effect of such a move is indeed extremely obvious. After the hundred-zhang black whirlwind swept through countless rays of various colors, its violent magnitude made the witch clans more and more terrified to death. Originally, he saw the Ancestor of Lubi's shadow coming, and thought that he had finally dissolved the death calamity, but before he had time to smile a little more, he was so depressed that he wanted to commit suicide again.

As Great Witches, of course they knew what it was, and they knew that Netherworld Slayer was the nemesis of the Ancestor of Luxury. In the face of the wind of world annihilation formed by the anger of Pangu Great Venerable, not to mention what kind of ancestor witch shadow came, even if the true body of the ancestor of luxury was there, he could only escape far away.

Unless the Ancestor of Heavenly Wu, who inherited the will of Panzun Wind, arrives now, no one can resist the fierce wind that will only appear at the end of this world. However, this is obviously impossible, it is not as easy as eating beans to invite the ancestor witch projection, even if the blood sacrifice is made to all the kindred, it will take time, no matter what sacrifice has a cumbersome process.

Chi Yan looked at the shadow of the ancestor of luxury from afar, and also saw the obvious panic of the phantom of the human-headed beast body, and for a while he was so remorseful that he only wanted to break himself into pieces. If you decide to sacrifice the ancestors of Tianwu at the same time, even if you sacrifice half of the remnants of the witches for blood sacrifice, how can you incur the current desperate situation.

However, it is because of the unbearable in his heart and because of the unknown detection of the enemy that he has led to today's irreparable desperate situation. The extinction of the Wu clan stems from the damn kindness in his heart, and the delusion of leaving more blood will be completely destroyed, and this crime cannot be offset by tens of thousands of deaths.

"Brothers, while the ancestor of luxury has not left, hurry back to Yunyu Mountain and lead the witch people away. I come from sacrificing my own body, hoping to sacrifice the ancestor of Tianwu to come. The red expression was very resolute, but the words were weak, and the warrior who had no way out clearly had no confidence, perhaps this was because he did not want to see the clan annihilated first.

"Great Chief, I will sacrifice our bodies with you, and it is better to return to the arms of the ancestral witch than to become a slave of the human race!" The last forty witches did not leave, and they all raised the various witch weapons in their hands, but they were all aimed at their chests. It can be seen that blood does not only belong to the human race, and the fighting race of witches is especially excessive.

Chi Yan looked at the last forty Great Witch Brothers who had sprouted the will to die, and suddenly smiled on his face full of blood and tears, he knew best what the brothers were thinking at the moment, since this was the case, what was the point of saying more?

"Alright, hopefully we can do our last bit for the Wicans, so I'll start first. After saying that, he was about to swing the giant war hammer in his hand, smash his own head, and perform his final sacrifice. But he didn't want the shocking change that no one expected to come suddenly, and the great witch stopped him with great joy after noticing it.

"Great chief, slow down, don't sacrifice yourself! There is green smoke rising in the blood pool of the altar, it is the ancestor of Tianwu...... it is the shadow of the ancestor of Tianwu, we are saved!"

Hearing this, Chi Yan couldn't help but froze, and didn't react, clearly unable to believe that such an impossible strange thing would happen. In fact, the self-sacrifice he wanted to perform did not mean anything, but it was because of the remorse and avoidance in his heart that he chose to make such a decisive act.

Just because any Wu clan knows that the sacrifice to the ancestral witch needs the corresponding exclusive altar, otherwise any sacrifice will be in vain. Even if it took ten days and ten nights for the altar of the ancestor of luxury to be built here, it was finally built at any cost, but it was impossible to invite the ancestor of Tianwu to come.

If you want the Curse of the Wind to appear in the mortal realm, unless Tianwu takes the initiative to descend to the Shadow, it will not come through the way of blood sacrifice. But this kind of thing has only happened a few times in millions of years, and it is almost impossible, the ancestral witch is a peerless existence in the sky, how can the appearance fee be so cheap.

After a while, Chi Yan came back to his senses, and secretly said that the ancestor of Tianwu sensed that the Wu clan was about to disappear, so he took the initiative to descend to the shadow to save the source of faith, but he turned his head to look at the ancestral altar with both confusion and expectation, and then a huge surprise appeared in his heart.

At this moment, on the altar, the boiling green smoke was frantically filled, and after counting the breaths, there were eight heads and eight sides, eight legs and eight tails, and the Tianwu phantom of the body of the green and yellow evil tiger gradually became clear above the blood pool......