"It's ......"

The Great Elder worshiped the heavens, the earth and the people three times, and the changes that followed on the altar made Zhang Fan's expression suddenly condense.

The whistling sound fills the heavens and the earth, not the wind and rain, not the entity, but directly from the depths of the soul, extremely strange and unpredictable.

Looking up, on the altar, the blood and qi suddenly became rich, condensed, and transformed, and a terrifying phantom suddenly appeared in the world through the witchcraft of the three worshippers of heaven and earth.

The head of the snake body, the eight-armed rotation, each holding the magic weapon, as soon as it appeared, a wild and fierce aura permeated, as if every cent of the breath was his hands and feet, once contacted, the blood surged, I can't wait to look up to the sky and roar, bloody battle.

The primeval god of war!

"Ni Sang welcomes the Holy Son, sacrifices, and uses your supernatural powers to protect my holy family!"

Great Elder Ni Sang's words, like a key key, suddenly opened the mind of the phantom of the human head and snake body, and there was no need to make a gesture, and his eyes were like electricity, sweeping through.

"Hmm, oh no!"

Zhang Fan's expression just moved, and the anxious voice of the bitter Taoist suddenly sounded.

"Is it ......?"

When he saw this phantom, he had a guess, and now when he heard the tone of the bitter Taoist, he was even more awe-inspiring in his heart, and he didn't want to touch it on his hand, and the black nest was shrouded, isolated from the inside and outside.

Even under the isolation of the black nest that had never disappointed him, Zhang Fan did not relax in the slightest, but became more and more solemn, squinting slightly at the phantom in the sky, as if he was worried that he would sense the divine light in his eyes.

Even in the face of the old monster, he had never been so careful.

After a while, the eight-armed phantom god swept over, and stared for a moment in the isolated place of the black nest, as if he had doubts, but he didn't look deeper, and quickly stared at the female body at the height of the altar.

At this time, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ku Lao, the juniors are not mistaken, right?"

"This is really ......"

"Holy Son!"

Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, the bitter Taoist interjected and said the answer.

"It turns out that the so-called Holy Race means this, no wonder. ”

The words of the bitter Taoist were clueless, but they did not prevent Zhang Fan from understanding.

Previously, in Ni Han's mouth, he had heard the title of the Holy Clan, and originally thought that it was just a statement of rubbing gold and powder, just like the Demon Sect likes to call itself the Holy Sect, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The so-called Holy Clan refers to the descendants of the Ancient Holy Emperor!

In this way, the reason why their language has traces of antiquity can also be explained.

The reason why they are said to be the descendants of the Holy Emperor is because they are now looking at all directions in the sky above and enjoying the offering of the human head snake body and the eight-armed demon god virtual image.

According to legend, in the primeval times, the earliest great supernatural power of mankind, who led the human race to fight against the real master of heaven and earth at that time, the demon beast, and earned a living space, was called the Holy Emperor.

These people who are called the Holy Emperor, although they gradually rose among the great human powers, and gradually disappeared into the long river of history, but they still left some traces.

The so-called Son of God is one of them.

At that time, the concept of detachment was different from now, and the so-called Holy Emperor was even more extravagant, leaving countless heirs.

At that time, the body of ordinary humans was still too weak to give birth to the descendants of a great supernatural person like the Holy Emperor, and the descendants of the Holy Empress who were really left behind were all born from the friendship with the shape-changing demon beasts, so most of them had the characteristics of demon beasts and humans.

Just as the virtual image that appeared in mid-air now, at a glance, it was clear that it was the descendant of a human being and a demon beast transformed by a different snake race.

The battle of the primeval demon gods, although the entire human world was broken into scorched earth, but it was also finally victorious, at least, the human race got rid of the control of the demon gods, and truly controlled their own destiny, since then, there has been a golden age of ancient supernatural powers.

These descendants of the Holy Empress, the so-called Holy Sons who are half-human and half-demons, and the so-called Demon Gods, also disappeared during this period, and no one knows where they went.

From this, it can also be known that these remnants are really the descendants of the Holy Emperor or the Holy Son, and I am afraid that they also migrated to this underground during the last catastrophe of the primeval times, right?

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why this primeval demon god would come in response to the witchcraft sacrifice of the Great Elder Ni Sang.

"Fortunately, it's good!"

"What has been summoned now is just a weak distraction, not strong, otherwise, boy, you will die today. ”

Zhang Fan listened to the words of the bitter Taoist in his ears, and nodded with palpitations.

There is no need for the body to descend, as long as you are a little more distracted, I am afraid that you will be able to isolate and see through the space of the black nest at once, not to mention that you can't fish in troubled waters, and you will have to face a strong man in the upper realm left over from the ancient period to chase and kill, in that case, it will be really bad.

Fortunately, this distraction was just an ordinary human woman summoned as a sacrifice after all, and it was not powerful, and its attention was obviously on the sacrifice, which allowed Zhang Fan to escape.

"Ku Lao, it's no wonder that the underground immortal cultivators have a lot of secrets about the remnants, they must also know this, they did it too hard back then, and it was inevitable that it would not sound good to say it, so they blocked it!"

Zhang Fan thought about it and said in his heart.

The cultivators he came into contact with in the underground immortal cultivation world were not very high, and if he really talked about it, it was possible that the one who knew these secrets was the old monster in the late Yuan Infant period, the Nine Shadows Ancestor.

These gossips, for the time being, are not expressed, but in a moment, on the altar, there are changes.

The virtual image of the human head snake in mid-air seemed to confirm the surrounding situation, and no longer delayed, a huge mouth, and sucked it from afar.

This breath, without any wind and without the slightest fluctuation, seems to be just taking a breath in the void, but the result is very weird.

After the Demon God Void finished inhaling, the body of the girl on the altar suddenly suffocated, as if something had been eaten up all of a sudden.

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and a large hole was cracked between the chest and abdomen of the sacrificial girl, revealing an empty inner abdomen, and the internal organs were already empty.

Not only that, at this moment, the sacrificial expression on the girl's face was like a saint, and it was instantly frozen, as if the last part of the pure soul left in the body was also devoured.

Blood, flowing from the open belly, slowly, but without stopping, gradually soaked the entire altar.

The blood is like a river, there is no difference between thick and thin, it is incomparably even, and it is soaked into the bright red of the altar, mixed into one, and no longer distinguishes from each other.

The girl on the altar was just a pile of empty shells and flesh at this time, and like all her predecessors, it was divided into two parts, one for the demon god, and one for the altar.

- for sacrifice, for sacrifice!

A wave of anger could not be contained, Zhang Fan's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his eyes were full of rich killing intent, if it weren't for the deterrence of the demon god, he almost wanted to kill all the hundreds of remnants by the lake.

For tens of thousands of years, there are no ordinary people who have died in such sacrifices, and it is no wonder that the altar has a bit of a holy vessel, which is the condensation of countless human spirits and flesh and blood sacrifices, and it is not idle.

Life and death are big, if you are detached from yourself, sometimes you are helpless, but it is unacceptable for Zhang Fan to use human beings as food and offer to the demon god without any scruples.

These remnants, although they are the descendants of the Ancient Holy Emperor, what they are doing is trampling on the ancestors' lifelong efforts and trampling human dignity into the ground, how can he not be angry!

"Boy, calm down!"

The Great Treasure Jian appeared, hanging behind Zhang Fan like a wheel, and the voice of the bitter Taoist sounded at the right time, forcibly pressing the killing intent in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Whew~~"

With a long exhalation, Zhang Fan nodded silently, knowing that it was not the time, anyway, in a few moments, it would be time for him, the remnants, to teach an unforgettable lesson.

After enjoying the blood food, the eight-armed demon god seemed to be quite satisfied, and under the guidance of Ni Sang's thin fingers, his eyes turned and condensed into the body of the water-shaking roar that was still making waves in mid-air.

Almost all the masters in the clan except Ni Sang are driving the dark green aura to entangle and avoid the water and the sky, and now, they are gradually unable to do it.

"Whew~"

A sound like a cow's roar and a dragon's roar instantly resounded over the huge lake.

In the midst of this terrifying sound, all the souls present were shaken, as if they might fly out of their bodies at any time, and almost at the same time, their feet shook, like an earthquake, and they were all unsteady on their feet.

There was no movement on the ground, it was just that their spirits were shaken and they couldn't control their bodies perfectly.

It's not just them who are affected, how can they be underestimated by the strongest supernatural power to avoid the roar of the water and the sky?

The majestic eight-armed demon god virtual image in mid-air shook suddenly and twisted, as if there were countless powers, pulling in different directions, and the huge figure was deformed.

The terrifying roar of the water-shaking roar was obviously much more damaging to the distraction of the demon god who had no substance.

As if insulted, the demon god with a human head and a snake body roared, and his eight arms danced wildly, and the monstrous power was wrapped in infinite spiritual power, like a substantial wave, instantly submerging the roar of the water.

After doing this, the Demon God Void seemed to calm down, nodding at the remnants who were kneeling on the ground below, slowly blurring, and gradually disappearing.

The virtual body of the demon god was condensed by borrowing the telekinesis of heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods, and when it collapsed, it erupted with infinite power, and a large number of chaotic aura suddenly dispersed like a storm.

Under this huge force, the lake surface is steeply rippling, and the waves are monstrous, and the dark green breath that has been feared by the water and the sky is dissipated on it.

At the same time, the water-shaking roar that had been hit by the Demon God's Void Statue also revealed its body from the violent aura, miserable and embarrassed, with a heavy gasp and blood splattering all over the sky, revealing its weakness and near death.

"It's now!"

Zhang Fan stood up suddenly, looking at the miserable roar in the air, his eyes were shining, as if there was substance.

(To be continued)