Outside Yaoshan City, in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest, there are tens of thousands of heavily armed soldiers waiting for each other.

Zamu commanded more than 300,000 elites, and looked at the besieged alien slaves with a cold and slightly arrogant look. The strong men of the Ga tribe who had once been high up and he had been subservient to them, the servants of the Yan tribe who were dark-skinned and of the same blood as him, and the filthy slaves with a large number of spirits and grimaces.

"A bunch of things who don't know whether to live or die, they deserve to be sacrificed to the great master!" For these unfortunate people who are about to be sacrificed, Zamu and all the Yan warriors under his command have exactly the same thoughts.

There is no pity, no sympathy, not even the slightest bit of intolerance.

To put it in a misno-or-right way, the wretched race of the Yaks are tame hounds, and obedience and deference are engraved in their veins. Even though more than half of the besieged warriors were born exactly like them, the Hound never thought of himself as a wolf as the same creature.

"It's stupid. Zamu stroked the delicately carved breastplate, with a sneering smile and a few Yan generals around him, "They should kneel down and pay allegiance to their great master, maybe they still have a chance to live." ”

The Yan generals grinned one after another, their hearts full of pride and pride. They are the servants of the noble Yaobo, and those unfortunate people of the same color and blood as them are poor sacrifices, and that is enough to make them proud!

The old monster Candle Dragon Sundial held a large wine jar and squatted on the walls of Yaoshan City from afar to watch the besieged slaves. He took small sips of wine, and said to himself curiously: "Ji Hao, this kid, buy so many slaves...... You can't want to do that kind of thing, do you?"

Ji Wenming also held a large wine jar, sitting on a walled battlement and looking at the indifferent and numb slaves in the distance. He took a big sip of wine and laughed haughtily: "Alien." The dead alien is the best alien. Actually, I've always been disapproving of using aliens as slaves. It's better to exterminate them all. Ji Hao did a great job!"

Candle Dragon Sundial and Ji Wenming both came to see the excitement.

Ji Hao dispatched the Eight Great Witch Emperors of Zhu Ronglong and almost emptied the slave market in Pu Han, this matter is neither big nor small, it is enough to alarm the well-informed Candle Dragon Sundial and Ji Wenming. They all knew the details of the Taisi and Shaosi brothers and sisters, and knew that they were the bloodline of the almost extinct Xuanming clan, and they also guessed a few points what Ji Hao wanted to do.

So they rushed over. I want to witness the mystery and horror of the legendary Xuanming clan with my own eyes.

The candle dragon dial purely wants to see the excitement, and when people are old, they are inexplicably more curious. And Ji Wenming also brought a few henchmen to the great wizard, and he was ready to record the blood sacrifice process of the Xuanming clan completely and store it in the secret book of the witch hall for future generations' reference.

The two watched as a group of slaves were escorted over, standing expressionlessly in the cold wind.

Fiercely, the candle dragon dial patted the city wall under his feet vigorously: "This city ...... Unexpectedly, those guys would even dare to take out the treasures at the bottom of the Heavenly Court's pressing box and sell them? It seems that the Ancient Heavenly Court is really completely broken. ”

Ji Wenming looked up at the sky a little worriedly: "Is it completely out of control? There will be big trouble. ”

After a little hesitation, Ji Wenming turned his head to look at Yaoshan City surrounded by smoke, and said with interest: "I don't know if Ji Hao got the formation map of the Heavenly Court?" I really want to see the whole picture of the Heaven and Earth Great Array in Shanggu Town, it would be better if it could be included in the Witch Palace." ”

The two of them are muttering here, and over there, Ji Hao has already stained the altar red with the blood of the witch king-level fierce beast.

The altar made of unknown bones made a 'gurgling' sound, devouring the blood of the beast like a living thing, leaving nothing behind.

A turbulent yin wind as sharp as a knife through the bone marrow roared out from the ground. One by one, the yin wind swirled and rushed into the sky, and suddenly the clouds in the sky spun rapidly. After just a few breaths, the sky was filled with dense swirls of large and small eyeballs. The rapidly rotating swirls rubbed against the air, emitting a high-pitched ghostly howl.

Ji Hao dropped the black stone sacrificial knife that killed the fierce beast in his hand and strode back.

The young master stepped forward and stood in front of the altar to recite the secret mantra that had been passed down from generation to generation in the bloodline of the Xuanming clan. A misty white light enveloped her body, behind her. A large, but extremely dim figure emerged.

Ji Hao glanced at the gray-white figure, and suddenly felt that the Yuan Shen was shaken, and the Yuan Shen was almost directly taken away by a terrifying force. He hurriedly lowered his head and silently used the mantra mantra taught by Yu Yu to suppress the demons and dispel the demons to suppress the mind.

A clear light poured out from Ji Hao's body, like a burning flame treasure building surrounding his body. The lotus Dao seal was faintly visible in the clear light, and Ji Hao raised his head again and looked firmly at the huge phantom.

This time, Ji Hao's primordial spirit was immovable, solid and stable like a mountain.

The phantom felt Ji Hao's firm gaze, and he quietly lowered his head and glanced deeply at Ji Hao. Ji Hao's eyes were shining with golden light, and the nine mantra seals were faintly visible in the golden light, and the nine magic seals were suddenly closed, and the nine magic seals were one, and suddenly condensed into a small big axe phantom and flashed.

The phantom stiffened slightly, and then a very clear voice sounded in everyone's hearts: "My name, Si Ming!"

Shaoji looked up in shock, and the phantom's strange behavior almost interrupted her spell.

These have fallen at the time of the primeval flood, but they have unfathomable power, and they are faintly in line with the great avenue of heaven and earth, although they have fallen, but the fragments of their existence are still wandering between heaven and earth.

As long as they master the corresponding secret spells, they can awaken them from the past time, and offer them enough sacrifices to stimulate their corresponding laws of heaven and earth to borrow their powerful power. But these beings have no substance, no sapience, just broken fragments of the brand, in fact you could say that they don't exist, they just project the shadow of the past.

The Xuanming clan has been inherited for countless years, and they never knew that these ancient demon gods who had forgotten everything and lost everything would actually take the initiative to report their 'real names' to a 'small ant'!

Ji Hao saluted the huge phantom chief, and saluted him very respectfully and prudently: "Lord Si Ming! ”

The phantom did not move at all, and its body was still as frivolous and ethereal as mist, but everyone faintly felt that this existence named Si Ming seemed to smile.

"Sacrifice!" Ji Hao was slightly surprised, but he still gave the order blatantly!

"Sacrifice!" Zamu shouted, and 300,000 elite soldiers from all directions drew their weapons at the same time, shouting loudly and rushing towards the countless slaves gathered in the encirclement.

The 'buzzing' bowstring vibrated like a hurricane on the ground, and countless arrows collapsed like the sky, and they fell into the ranks of slaves. (To be continued.) )

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