Xuan Ao was beside him, and gradually understood. It turned out that this team of witches went to fight with the Zhurong tribe. Originally, Zhurong was in the south, and Gonggong was in the north, this place was the northwest boundary of Gonggong's territory, and it was close to the territory of Candle Jiuyin, but it was very far away from the Zhurong tribe. I don't know what kind of ambitious leopard gall the team of witches of the Zhurong tribe ate, and they actually broke through here. I want to fight back again, but where is it so easy? The Gonggong tribe has dispatched troops and is about to surround them.

Xuan Ao was listening attentively, and suddenly a sorcerer appeared in the distance in front of him, pointing to the southeast direction, and shouted in this direction: "Hurry up, the sorcerers of the southern tribe are there, and they are about to arrive." This time, they must be surrounded, and none of them will be let go. ”

When the group heard this, their faces showed excited expressions, as if they were looking forward to the battle, and hurriedly trotted towards the southeast. Xuan Ao was still stunned, and when the wizard in command on the other side saw it, he showed an impatient look, and shouted at him: "What are you still grinding and doing? Why don't you catch up quickly?

He drank it twice, and Xuan Ao realized that what he said was himself. It was expected that the other party would see him as a witch and walk with those witches, so it was natural to regard him as a witch of the Gonggong tribe. This kind of thing is not easy to distinguish at all, Xuan Ao had no choice but to agree, and also ran over with the team of witches.

After walking for several miles, I saw a large number of witches gathered in front of me. In the middle, there are about 1,000 shamans, wearing red armor, and there are red armor decorations on their arms, and some of them have heavy colors on their faces, which is completely different from the Gonggong tribe's habit of advocating black. Around them, there were already thousands of people, surrounding them tightly, dressed in dark colors, and their faces were full of anger.

Then I saw a witch man on the side of the Gonggong tribe shouting: "You are so bold, and you have only a thousand people, and you dare to go deep into our hinterland, are you deceiving us that the Gonggong tribe has no warriors? Now that you are here, if you surrender obediently, we will not hurt your lives, but will only tie you all up, go to the river, and return them to your patriarch." As soon as he said this, there were many echoes and laughter next to him, and there was a lot of noise.

Although the group of witches of the Zhurong tribe was surrounded, after all, they were witches, and their faces were not afraid, but full of ridicule, and a leader came out and said: "If your Gonggong tribe is really capable, why are you forced by us to retreat and shrink into a corner? If you are a warrior, and you can not bully too much, then go down and fight fairly. If you want us to surrender without a fight, to be taken prisoner, and to disgrace our patriarch on the battlefield of the two tribes, we would rather die than be reincarnated as a good man. ”

Although the Wicans don't like to play tricks, they are not stupid. Now that the number of Gonggong tribes is superior, how can they do the stupid thing of thousands of people fighting alone? Therefore, he said: "At this time, the two sides are at war, but they are not one husband and one man. Since you are unwilling to surrender, then we need not be polite!" With that, he shouted, and the people of the Gonggong tribe who surrounded him rushed forward one after another. Suddenly there was a scuffle.

Xuan Ao was caught in the middle, but he couldn't retreat, lest he be pointed out by the people, so he could only follow the flow of people and rush into the battlefield.

At this time, whether it was his own party or the other party, they all regarded him as a member of the Gonggong tribe. Therefore, the people of the Zhurong tribe faced him, but they unceremoniously fought with him, and recruited him to death. Naturally, there are more people from the Gonggong tribe here, who come forward to help him.

The warriors of the Wu clan can tear apart tigers and leopards with their bare hands. Therefore, their hands are their most powerful weapons, and hand-to-hand combat is their favorite way of fighting. Even if you are born with the ability to control water, or the ability to control fire, you only play when it doesn't matter. When it comes to life and death, what they trust most is their own **. This is also the key to distinguishing the Wics from other races.

Therefore, on the battlefield, there is no gorgeous scene of fire and water fighting, some are just fists to the flesh, iron and blood.

Although Xuan Ao was told by Zhen Yuanzi not to use supernatural powers. However, he was transformed by the main tendon of Pangu, his talent was extraordinary, and he had practiced in the Xuanlong Seal for endless years, and he had already boiled his true body to the point of King Kong. Even compared with the Great Witch, it is not much inferior. The fists of ordinary witches hit his body, and it was like tickling, and there was no damage. But he has a huge strength, and he can easily lift the other party, and throw it away from a distance, just like lifting a chicken. Therefore, in this battlefield, he is also at ease, neither revealing the deeds of the cultivators, nor being hurt by them.

A middle-aged witch from the Gonggong tribe next to him saw his bravery, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, it's amazing." With your skills, you should have been guarding one side a long time ago, why are you still a pawn? Could it be that you haven't been discovered by your superiors?"

Xuan Ao was secretly vigilant in his heart, and hurriedly collected a few points of strength, turned around and smiled: "I only have some strength, my brother is too much to praise!"

The shaman said, "You are too humble. No, after this battle, I will definitely recommend you to our chief. It's unreasonable to bury a warrior like you!"

Xuan Ao was helpless, so he had to laugh. He and the two warring parties are actually not related to each other, and there is no injustice or hatred, so even if the witches of the Zhurong tribe fight against him, they will only throw them away and will not hurt their lives. But these witches are so straightforward and unselfish, and he also has a good feeling.

In the midst of the scuffle, a blood cloud rose in the northwest direction. It is full of bloody breath, as if it has emerged from hell, making people feel cold all over their bodies when they see it. The blood cloud spread out, as if it was slowing down, and in the blink of an eye, it covered half of the sky. From a distance, it seems to be starting from the territory of Candle Jiuyin, but the direction is rushing towards this side.

From a distance, I heard a loud roar from there, and a voice shouted: "Styx Ancestor, you dare to bleed the sea, have you forgotten the lesson of the last time?"

I only heard the Styx Ancestor laugh and said, "If your twelve ancestors and witches gather, I will still be afraid." Now that you are the only one, what can I fear, Ancestor? Wouldn't it be a pity that your Wu brothers fought with each other, wasting a lot of essence and blood, and all of them were returned to dust? Why don't you go with me, so that you can feed my blood sea Lang!"

The Styx Ancestor's voice fell, and before Candle Jiuyin could speak, there were many newborn sorcerers over there who didn't know what was at stake and jumped high to block the Styx Ancestor. It's just an ordinary witch, who entered the blood cloud, but it was silent, and he never saw it again, as if he had disappeared.

Candle Jiuyin was frightened and angry, and what he worried about day and night still happened. Seeing that there were still people in the Wu clan who didn't know what was at stake, he shouted while sending a message to the ancestral witches around him: "Wait and retreat quickly, don't touch his blood cloud!"

The Styx Ancestor laughed and said, "Candle Jiuyin, I don't want to eat your Northwest Continent this time, but to collect the blood and qi of the battlefield. I think you're an ancestral witch, and you can't stop me, so don't do anything in vain, so let's retreat quickly. "Candle Jiuyin is an ancestral witch after all, where is he willing to retreat, roared wildly, and rushed into the blood cloud alone.

With just his strength, how could he resist the 480 million Blood God Sons of the Styx Ancestor? How could he resist the five creatures under the command of the Styx Ancestor? Therefore, the blood cloud did not stop, and still floated towards the place where Xuan Ao was.

At this time, the warring parties, whether they were the Gonggong tribe or the witches of the Zhurong tribe, all stopped their hands and looked at the blood cloud floating in the northwest, with a panicked look on their faces. Some of the witch clans who had experienced the Sun Star War exclaimed: "That's the Styx Ancestor of the Blood Sea, who specializes in sucking the essence blood of our witches. We must not be stained by the blood cloud, run!"

When ordinary Wu clan encounters the blood cloud of the Styx Ancestor, there is indeed only one way to escape, otherwise it will not only become his blood food, but also increase his strength.

Although the Wu clan is brave, it is natural that they will not be stupid enough to make senseless sacrifices knowing that they are invincible. Therefore, the Wu clan of the two tribes was of the same mind at this time, and they no longer divided which tribe they were, they all hugged together, and hurriedly ran to the southeast.

Xuan Ao was still in a daze, not knowing whether to run or not, the middle-aged witch next to him who appreciated him pulled him and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze? We don't want that bloody opponent, or don't send it to death in vain, keep the useful body, and wait for later!" Xuan Ao woke up suddenly, remembering that he couldn't use his supernatural powers, it was difficult to protect himself, where could he still fight with the Styx Ancestor? Hurriedly ran with them.

It's just an ordinary sorcerer, who is not good at flying and escaping light, how can he outrun the Styx Ancestor? In just a moment, the blood cloud has already caught up.

The middle-aged sorcerer next to Xuan Ao looked at the situation, and said as he ran: "Brother, the Styx Ancestor is powerful, I have seen it in the Sun Star. I'm afraid I won't be able to run away this time, you're much better than me, maybe there's hope, run! Run......" At this point, there was no sound.

When Xuan Ao turned his head to look, he saw that the air was faintly red, and the blood cloud had already filled up. The witch man next to him had fallen to the ground, becoming a cold shell, with no wounds, and his face was as usual, but his physical strength and blood were missing, and he looked a little dry.

This witch man is very good to Xuan Ao, and has always regarded him as his own, although he has not known him for a long time, but he also makes Xuan Ao feel cordial. At this time, seeing that he was killed by the Styx Ancestor, he couldn't help but be angry, and he couldn't wait to fight with the Styx Ancestor.

It's just that in terms of fighting skills, he is far inferior to Ming Xuan, and he is a novice. What's more, since Ming Xuan has become the central Wuji Divine Beast and has replaced Xuan Ao's position, Xuan Ao has no Wuji Divine Power to suppress the flood and wasteland, although his nature is still earthy, and he is still long in earth-performing techniques, but his power has dropped greatly. Now he can't use supernatural powers, and he can't summon the five spirits to help, but at most he is like a great witch, and he is still a long way from fighting with the Styx Ancestor.

Precisely:

The wicked have never been good at camping,

There has long been a battle between the Styx.

The two witches have no peace,

Did you remember the southwest as a brother?