The majestic blood rose from the battlefield where millions of bones were buried.

The speed of blood and qi is like electricity, its momentum is incomparable, and when it rises to the sky, it forms twelve huge pillars of blood that stand up to the sky and the earth, and Huo Ran appears in this vast world.

Looking around, I saw that on the twelve pillars of blood, the blood was steaming, and when it was surging and flowing, it broke through the air, and it was actually firmly blocked around, imprisoning the battlefield of the battle of more than 10 million people.

The next moment, with the rise of the blood pillar of Tongtian, the blood cell where Zhao Kuangyin was located suddenly lit up.

As soon as the blood ball lit up, even after a long distance, countless armor soldiers on both sides could still feel that above that high in the air, in that blood ball, there seemed to be something, just touched it, and slowly woke up from a long sleep.

Then, the endless blood light bloomed, the blood cells opened, and Zhao Kuangyin, whose face was brightened by the blood light, reappeared in the field.

From a distance, Zhao Kuangyin was dressed in an ink-colored royal robe without wind and drummed, hunting sounded, his face was solemn, his eyes were bloodshot, and when the Fuxiqin on his head was undulating, between heaven and earth, there were suddenly countless strange sounds.

The voice, like a Sanskrit chant and a strange mantra, echoed far away.

Almost at the same time, on top of the twelve blood pillars that sealed the battlefield, the blood light rose again, like a long rainbow running through the sky, all of them broke through the sky, crossed a long trajectory on the sky, and finally all fell on Zhao Kuangyin's body.

In just an instant, Zhao Kuangyin's whole person was engulfed by the dazzling blood light, like a bloody sunset into the world, making it impossible to see.

Even, at this moment, the Dao blood light was reflected from the sky, enveloping everyone, including Ji Kao and Jiang Wenhuan, and brightening their faces.

Soon, the blood light in the sky became denser and denser, gradually covering the entire sky, making the heavens and the earth silent in this moment.

It's just that this silence only lasted for a short time, and then ......

"Boom!"

Like the rising sun jumping out of the water, the thunder of the first opening of the heaven and the earth burst out in an instant, and the entire sky, after a short silence, was quickly shrouded in a huge roaring sound.

The invisible sound waves, as the strong wind swept by, made everyone's ears buzz on the battlefield, and their faces were discolored.

At this moment, a sudden strong wind blew, and the blood and mud, the stumps left, and the severed heads of the millions of corpses on the ground below began to tremble as if they had been injected with vitality again.

"Woohoo!"

In the trembling, the blood light visible to the naked eye flew into the sky, and the blood light wrapped human heads, severed limbs, and internal organs, shook in an instant, and went straight to the twelve pillars of blood.

All of a sudden, the sky was so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look at.

Seeing such a scene, Ji Kao's face changed, and when he was thinking about it, he already understood Zhao Kuangyin's calculation in his heart.

Sure enough, in just a moment's effort, countless broken corpses had gathered tightly together, sticking to the twelve pillars of blood like potstickers.

In the blink of an eye, the evil power of the twelve blood pillars was surging, and the many flesh and blood attached to them also seemed to be manipulated by the invisible force, slowly twisting and forming a ......

Limbs, torso, skull!!!

At this moment, between heaven and earth, there was a sense of slaughter and terror.

No one could have imagined that Zhao Kuangyin would come up with such a way to reunite the flesh and blood bodies of the Twelve Ancestors.

You must know that the Twelve Ancestral Witches died in battle in Southern Xinjiang, and it has been thousands of years since they buried their bones in the earth, and their flesh and blood have long since melted into white bones.

In this way, even if the white bones are resurrected, the combat power will no longer be tenth-twelfth of what it was back then.

However, Zhao Kuangyin's move was to use millions of corpses to forcibly piece together the twelve ancestral witches, and forcibly regenerate their dissolved flesh and blood with millions of dead souls.

In this way, the combat power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even if it is not as good as a thousand years ago, I am afraid that it is not far behind.

This kind of means has to be amazing.

Sure enough, Ji Kao's guess was not wrong, at the same time as countless flesh and blood gathered, the aura on the twelve blood-colored pillars of light became more and more powerful, just like an angry tide bursting out, and the waves crashed on the shore.

At this time, the sky was full of sharp roars brought by the breaking of flesh and blood, and the sound of 'whooshing' resounded through the world.

Finally......

"Roar!!

A loud shout came from one of the twelve pillars of blood, like a fierce beast howling in the sky, and the voice was extremely terrible.

Then, in the pillar of blood that came out of the loud drink, the surrounding blood qi suddenly rose, flowing rapidly in the wind, and then, a huge sound suddenly appeared in the field.

Looking at it, that figure, a thousand feet tall, with bones all over his body rattling, and under the shroud of blood and qi, it was really terrifying.

"Roar!!

As soon as the figure came out, there was a roar in the sky, and the sound of exhalation began, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the ground under his feet was sand and stones, and it was almost impossible to stand up.

Such a roar that changed the color of the heavens and the earth finally suppressed the soldiers of both sides in the field, and suddenly made the field silent, like a dead silence, and they all raised their eyes to see the huge figure.

But when I saw this figure, with a human face and a tiger body, covered in golden scales, with wings, a snake in his left ear, and two dragons on his feet, when he looked weird, he was the legendary ancestor of Western gold...... The Harvest Family!!

It's just that compared with the legendary ancestral witch, this ancestral witch who was resurrected by Zhao Kuangyin is extremely hideous and terrifying.

Because, on top of his huge body, which is thousands of feet high, it is full of pimple human heads, severed limbs, and even internal organs.

The heads of those who make up the body are vaguely distinguishable from their eyebrows, ears, nose and mouth, and they have all five facial features.

However, these heads were all armor soldiers who had died in battle on both sides, and most of them were extremely miserable when they were dying, so the expressions remaining on the heads at this moment were like ghosts crying and howling, and their faces were distorted and terrifying.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Wenhuan in the distance gasped.

He knew that his previous words were wrong, very wrong.

The ancestral witches who have been resurrected by gathering millions of corpses have reached the peak state of a thousand years ago to a certain extent.

In this way, if the twelve ancestors and witches are resurrected together, and then Pangu is reborn, then in the whole world, I am afraid that no one can defeat this Zhao Kuangyin except for the saints.

However, even so, Jiang Wenhuan still didn't think that Zhao Kuangyin dared to move himself and dare to provoke his hole cards.

Moreover, at this point in the battle, his tens of millions of coalition troops had already died four million, and it was not worth fighting any longer, so with a wave of his hand, he would order the coalition forces to withdraw from the battlefield and leave Ji Kao to Zhao Kuangyin to clean up.

It's just that Jiang Wenhuan waved his big hand, but no one paid attention to him in the field.

Seeing such a scene, Jiang Wenhuan frowned, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Su Qin, order the retreat!"

Without saying a word, Su Qin, who was far away, turned his head, his eyes were blood-red, and when he looked at Jiang Wenhuan, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

(End of chapter)