Hundreds of years later, a deep voice resounded in the starry sky above the desolate land.

"Wu!"

The vast and mysterious voice seemed to come from the chaos of Hongmeng through time and space, and finally reached the ears of all living beings in the flood like the sound of thunder.

Li Qingming, who was walking on the desolate land with two demon saints, laughed lightly when he heard this, and said to himself: "It's started!"

"Wu!"

As the sound gradually became high, the desolate land seemed to be immersed in this thunderous shijie. Everything seems to be different.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, countless crimson blood balls seemed to appear out of thin air from the desolate land. The huge blood clumps were all several zhang high, and the surging blood qi vibrated in the space was shattered.

"My lord, what is this?"

A demon saint who followed behind Li Qingming looked at the blood group in front of him in disbelief.

"It's okay!" Li Qingming waved his hand lightly and said, "This is a vision of heaven and earth!

"Knock! knock!"

The blood mass in mid-air seemed to be alive, and there was a sound of a heartbeat. This strange picture shocked the jaws of the two demon saints to drop.

"Bang!"

Then there was a bang, and the huge ball of blood disappeared out of thin air in front of him. The two demon saints looked at each other.

It is said that this disappeared blood group actually appeared out of thin air in the ancestral witch hall of Buzhou Mountain. The ancestors looked at the essence blood in front of them in surprise, and their excitement was overflowing.

"Brother Li, this method is really feasible!" Di Jiang stepped forward and touched the essence blood group that was bullying up and down, and the feeling of blood blending from it made Di Jiang feel very cordial.

"Hmm!" The eyelids of the Daoist of Heaven and Earth were raised, and his red eyes swept towards the blood clusters one by one, and said coldly: "Fellow Daoists, although these many blood clusters contain the surging mana of the Pangu Great God, there is no attribute. The second class also needs to force out a drop of blood in the heart, dilute it, and melt into the blood mass. to achieve the Wu Clan!"

"That's right!"

All the ancestors and witches said yes.

"I'll come first!" Di Jiang took two steps forward, his palm was forceful, and he let out a low roar, and slammed it on his chest. A drop of fist-sized essence blood, with strong spatial fluctuations, burst out from the mouth of the Emperor River.

After the essence blood was exported, Di Jiang's face instantly turned pale.

Heaven and Earth Dao people have quick eyes, and since the essence blood appeared, they opened the jade net bottle that they asked for from Li Yanran, and pointed out a drop of three-light divine water and threw it at the essence blood of Di Jiang. A miraculous thing happened, after the two drops of liquid fused, they began to slowly expand, and the tea became the size of a small mountain.

Then there was a soft bang, and the fused liquid burst open.

Red blood drifted slowly into millions of blood balls. I saw that the blood mass that was integrated into the blood of Di Jiang's heart was all glowing with the power of silver-white space. The dazzling silver light reflected the entire ancestral witch hall.

The next thing was simple, and all the ancestors and witches forced out their own blood.

The blood of Jumang is crystal clear and green, and the spiritual power of wood contains strong vitality; the blood of the harvest is as dazzling as gold, and the qi of sharp gold points straight to the sky; the blood of Gonggong is deep and blue, and the qi of Kwai water condenses when it encounters the air; the blood of Zhurong is red and blue, and the spiritual power of the furious fire is about to scorch the sky; the blood of Tianwu is as sharp as the green mang, and the spiritual power of the wind is sharp like a steel knife.

The purple streaks of strong blood flickered, and electric snakes roamed on it; Naz's blood was like lightning, and the crackling sound resounded through the sky; the blood of Candle Nine Yin was shadowless and formless, but it was full of strong oppressive power; the blood of the extravagant corpse was as blue as the sky, but there was a hidden evil aura in the spiritual energy gushing; the blood of the back soil was turbid and yellow like earth, and the thick reality was full of oppression; the blood of the Xuan Ming was dark and inexplicable, and the cold and piercing meaning seeped into the bone marrow.

Li Qingming looked at the scene in front of him through the eyes of heaven and earth. But the heart is turbulent, and I can't calm down for a long time.

"My lord, my lord!" A demon saint who followed behind Li Qingming saw that Li Qingming was dark and confused and stagnant, so he took two steps forward.

"Ahh

This demon saint's name is Nine Infants. Cultivated to the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal. Its essence is a desolate alien species. This beast has a nine-headed dragon body and two wings. It can spray water and spit fire, and its cry is like a baby crying, so it is called "nine babies"!

"My lord, ahead is the Lion Camel Ridge, the territory of the Demon Holy Lion Camel King!"

In front of him, but the master who kills people without blinking, shuddered when he thought of the huge bricks. Therefore, Jiuying did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Oh, is it so fast?" Li Qingming rode on Xiong Da, laughed softly, and said, "Jiuying, you go forward and call the door and call out the lion camel king!"

"Yes, my lord!" Jiuying gently patted the giant wolf under his crotch, took a few steps forward, and roared: "Wuna Lion Camel King, I am the Demon Saint Jiuying, come out quickly to greet you!"

I saw a small head with thief eyebrows and rat eyes suddenly poked out from the bottom of the mountain, looked out, turned his head and went into the mountain.

After a while, the noisy sound of shouting and killing came from the mountains and forests.

"Kill!"

A group of little demons, holding flags in their hands, or holding long knives, or spears, suddenly appeared from all directions, thinking of Li Qingming and the two demon saints.

I saw the little demons one by one, all of them were hairy-faced beast heads, and they were incompletely transformed. Dense, I'm afraid there are thousands.

Then a loud roar was heard, and a sturdy man who was nearly a foot tall strode over. What a splashing demon: blue-faced fangs, dense beard, and huge copper bell-like eyes burst out with terrifying ferocity.

The man pointed a finger at Jiuying, opened his bloody mouth and said hatefully: "Thief Dao! What qualifications do you have, let me go out to greet you!"

Jiuying glanced at the Lion Camel King up and down, and said, "You are the Lion Camel King? I am the Demon Saint Nine Babies under the command of the Sun Star Emperor Jun, and this time I have come to invite you to surrender to the Emperor Jun and conspire with him!"

"Hahahaha,!" "Uncle eats, drinks, and has fun at ease in this Lion Camel Ridge, why go to put on a shackle and be controlled by others, what a joke!"

"Jiuying, directly force him to sacrifice the Yuan Shen!" Li Qingming glanced at the Lion Camel King lightly and said.

Jiuying trembled and said, "Yes, my lord!"

"Hmph! If you want the uncle's primordial god, first ask the guy in the uncle's hand if he agrees!" The Lion Camel King snorted coldly and rushed forward with his mace.

The light flashed in the eyes of the nine infants, and a red three-zhang long whip appeared in his hand, which crackled in the air.

"Smack!"

The Nine Babies wielded a long whip and danced impenetrable, and the Lion Camel King held his mace high and was stunned that he couldn't break through the defenses of the Nine Infants. In Li Qingming's view, it is completely the ninth baby who is teasing the lion camel king.

The two sides have been back and forth, and there have been thousands of rounds.

"Hmph! Waste!" Li Qingming was extremely tired of looking at it, and finally couldn't bear it, and volleyed into a navy blue palm, which grabbed the lion camel king like lightning.

Hearing a cry of grief, the Lion Camel King was grabbed by his palm, and then fell to the ground. This has been repeated hundreds of times. The little demon and the two demon saints who watched were in a cold sweat, and their faces were pale.

"Are you convinced?" After a while, Xiong Da, the commander of Li Qingming, took a few steps forward and asked.

The lion camel king with a blue nose and swollen face dared to have any complaints, and strangely sent out a trace of his original spirit, and said: "Uncle spare his life, the little demon is served!"

Li Qingming took this silk of primordial spirit, smiled faintly, and said darkly: "The great era of the flood is coming!"