The Witch King grabbed the head of a monster and crushed it with one palm. \。 0m\\ This one looks like a rhinoceros, but it is more than a thousand times larger, and the monster with a thick carapace similar to the carapace of the beetle dragged its headless body around for a while, and then fell heavily to the ground after a while. Then the corpse of the monster exploded, blowing up more than a dozen servants of the witch god on the side. The servants of these witch gods were lowly cultivated, and they were swept away by the black qi wave generated by the explosion, and they were wiped out on the spot.

In a big tent in the witch god camp, Xia Jie was secretly handing a few peach puppets to Xingtian Gale and them.

"Big brother, when it's your turn to play, I'll use this thing to replace your real body. ”

Xingtian Dafeng glanced at Xia Jie in surprise, frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "What is this?"

Xingtian Xuanleech did not hesitate to bite his fingertips according to Xia Jie's instructions, forcing out a drop of essence blood and dripping it on the puppet. He said lightly: "Big brother, don't be wordy." When we don't know the joints in the Netherworld, we just foolishly practice this formation. When you arrive at the Heavenly Court, you can see that there are more than 100 servants under the witch gods, and more than 10 people, all of whom are strong people with more than seven tripods in the true Ding position. Could it be that with this kind of strength, it is impossible to find 10,000 people to arrange this formation? Baba took the risk of sending witch weapons to the world?"

Xingtian Gale suddenly woke up, he slapped his forehead, and said in a low voice: "You don't say it, I haven't thought of this yet." Hmph, how much energy did they expend in order to advance 10,000 of us to the peak of the True Nine Tripods in just a few years? The black jade talisman that flowed out of the palace and was allocated to us for cultivation was not cheap, and the abundant chaotic vitality in it was cheap?"

Patting Xingtian Gale on the shoulder, Xia Jie said in a low voice: "The brothers know it in their hearts. The eldest brother also went to tell the head of the family that when the war started, the clansmen of my Xingtian family should shrink back as much as possible. "Xia Jie is sure of one thing now, something that can make Tongtian Dao people and others interfere, whether it is good or bad, it is only right to retreat first. Being able to make the Tongtian Dao people so cautiously lend all the four swords of Zhuxian to themselves is not much better.

Han Xin threw it to Xingtian Gale and each of them a pitch-black Wu Dan who looked very bad, and said coldly: "'Robbery Pill', as long as the soul does not collapse, it can save your life." ”

Xingtian Gale blinked his eyes, wanting to ask for a few more from Xin. Seeing the strange look in his eyes towards Xia Jie, he couldn't help frowning, shook his head and said, "Only nine grains, how much more do you want?"

"Uh-huh. Xia Jie coughed vigorously on the side.

Han Xin's little face twitched, and he was very distressed and grabbed five or six handfuls of pitch-black fruits from his sleeve and threw them to Xingtian Gale indiscriminately. Xia Jie said with a smile: "This is the fruit of the immortal tree that the Emperor of Heaven has hidden, even if there is only one breath left, it can be saved if you want to come." It's a waste to just take it like that. It's a pity that there is no time to refine them into danbao. ”

Xingtian Gale and Xingtian Xuanleech also sighed when they heard this, but they were extremely quick to divide up the immortal fruit in their hands. Xingtian Xuanxuan Leech muttered while putting fruit in the skin bag around his waist: "That's right, what is waste? No wonder Han Xin is distressed, if it were me, I would be reluctant. "The fruit of the immortal tree, just listening to this name, they are very satisfied.

With his head held high, the extremely arrogant Xiangliu walked slowly from the other end of the tent. Bypassing a stone couch where the witch god sat and lay on every day, Xiang Liurou walked to Xia Jie's side and said arrogantly and provocatively: "Boss Xingtian, this time, do you have the courage to make another bet with me?

"Hahahaha!" Xia Jie laughed wildly, stood up suddenly, and casually threw an immortal fruit to Xiang Liurou. He slammed a punch on Xiang Liurou's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Xiang Liu, we have been fighting for so many years. Don't bet or bet, you can survive, and then talk about anything else. Be smart, don't rush to the front and die. ”

Xiang Liurou was stunned, looking at the thumb-sized pitch-black fruit in her hand, not knowing what it was. However, he glanced at Han Xin very treacherously, and when he saw Han Xin's distressed expression and angry eyes, he immediately firmly grasped the unknown fruit tightly, nodded to them in the Heavenly Punishment Heaven, and then turned around and left.

Han Xin's fingers opened, and he really wanted to snatch back Xiang Liurou's immortal fruit. But considering Xia Jie's face problem, Han Xin forcibly suppressed his impulse. It's just that the corners of her eyes twitched violently, and the thick reluctance and distress made the Xingtian Gale brothers on the side hurriedly cover their pockets and run away.

Walking to the gate of the huge tent, looking into the distance, the Witch King led more than a hundred capable Witch Gods to beat the enemies who rushed out of the Celestial Scar to retreat. The black qi rushing out of the Celestial Scar became denser and thicker, and the Celestial Scar had expanded to a width of more than ten miles, and there were faintly countless huge figures wearing full body armor swaying within the Celestial Scar. However, these people seemed to be reorganizing the team and preparing to rush out in one go, so what appeared intermittently was a small team of thousands of people and thousands of monsters, and this fragile force naturally did not pose any threat to the Witch King.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and a black shadow covered Xia Jie. Xia Jie raised his head and saw that it was the witch god named Ji Cang walking over. Ji Cang squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Jie for a while, and said in a low voice: "After the witch array is set up, you can go out and do whatever you want... Disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, the deity thinks that it is better for you to go and hide behind with your little wife. Frowning, Ji Cang said helplessly: "If you are slaughtered, it will be a great trouble for us." ”

Xia Jie nodded and shook his head again. He smiled and said, "If I die, Master Zun won't trouble you." He looked in the direction of the Heavenly Scar, if he was really killed, the unlucky ones would only be those who were called Asura on the other side of the Heavenly Scar, right? After laughing a few times, Xia Jie asked Ji Cang, "On the other side of the Zhentian Tower, didn't you send someone to check it?"

Ji Cang was suddenly a little worried, he frowned and said, "I don't have a chance to send someone down." The Celestials' patrols were everywhere, and I don't know if they heard anything bad. Although Jianmu's divine power was deceived by the gods, it was also because of this that our perception of the Zhentian Tower was also cut off. ”

Shaking his head, Ji Cang suddenly laughed: "It's okay. Those witch formations in the Zhentian Tower are just making desperate preparations for the end. The situation is not so bad. As long as we annihilate the Celestial Lineage, it will be easy to clean up the man-made monsters you are talking about. ”

Xia Jie was so angry that she almost didn't scold her mother. It's just a desperate preparation for the end? The situation is not so bad that it is? This is easy to say, but in order to build this Zhentian Tower, what has become of the people of Great Xia? He looked at Ji Cang's big face, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Stretching out his fingers and gently flicking Xia Jie's shoulder to show friendship, Ji Cang stood up and walked into the tent, and asked in a rumbling voice, "Where is the Great King?" The 10,000 great witches you prepared are ready to play. When the extraterrestrial demon gods rush over more than 100,000 people, the Witch King will lure them to the camp of the gods. You can prepare to start the witchcraft. ”

Surprised, he asked, "Didn't you lure the Celestial God to the vicinity of the Celestial Scar before activating it?"

Ji Cang laughed loudly: "When you are ready, you will naturally attract them." They didn't know what news they had received, and all the gods had retreated more than 10,000 miles, so the plan had to be changed. Without waiting for Lu Cang to open his mouth to question himself, Ji Cang's eyes had already flashed with a strong watery light. He shouted loudly: "Doesn't the king believe my Jicang's words?

He spread out his hands and showed that he didn't mean it. He turned his head and ordered the heads of the Xing Tian'e and many other witch families to hurry up and count the people, and then raised his head and asked, "Then, my army of Great Xia?"

Ji Cang smiled, nodded lightly and said with satisfaction: "Great Xia's army is on call at any time. When needed, you can naturally join the battlefield. He also flicked his shoulder lightly, and said gently: "The king and all the ministers of Great Xia can go to the army to prepare." Hundreds of witch gods who were dozens of feet tall and had just reached the realm of a heavy heaven walked in slowly, and showed a gentle smile at them.

Ji Cang said softly: "The deity and the Southern Yi Witch God personally coordinate the movement of the king's army. ”

Xia Jie, who was standing at the door of the tent, rolled his eyes, okay, the military power was immediately emptied. However, the military power is not his Xia Jie's anyway, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to it. Just by virtue of the face of the Heavenly Daoist, he Xia Jie couldn't intervene in this matter.

Han Xin quietly walked to Xia Jie's side and hugged Xia Jie's arm with both hands. Xia Jie smiled slightly, hugged Han Xin's waist, and was about to say something, when Shen Gongkun, the fourth elder of the Shen family, who had met a few times, leaned over with a mysterious smile. Shen Gongkun quickly approached Xia Jie's side, and laughed in a low voice: "Fierce weather, this time, the Xingtian family, the Shen Gong family, and you and I have to cooperate sincerely to get through the difficulties!"

"Huh?" Xia Jie and Han Xin looked at Shen Gongkun, and they didn't understand what he meant by saying this now. The relationship between the Xingtian family and the Shen family is neither good nor bad, and they have fought many times in the past between the DPRK and China. As one of the direct descendants of Shen Gongkun who is most likely to take over the power of Shen Gong's family, it is worth amusing to say such things before the big war.

Shen Gongkun saw the puzzled expressions of the two, and immediately smiled slightly. He flipped his palm, and a peach wood that Xia Jie was very familiar with appeared in his palm.

"You... ~" Xia Jie elongated his voice. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood many things. Gradually, Xia Jie showed the same mysterious smile as Shen Gongkun, and his fingers gently poked Shen Gongkun's heart, Xia Jie whispered: "I almost forgot, Shen Gongbao and I, Xia Jie, are still senior brothers." ”

Shen Gongkun smiled and nodded again and again: "Everyone is their own family, everything is easy to say... It's easy to say! Please also tell the auxiliary prince that if the elite of the Xiangliu family and the Fengfeng family are mourned this time, won't you and me be the only ones in the Great Xia Dynasty in the future?"

Hehe, the two families are dominant, the friends of one family are disciples of Tongtian Daoists, and the direct descendants of one family are disciples of primitive Taoists, and they all have substitute puppets refined by Taishang Daoists in their hands. This thing is getting more and more wonderful. Xia Jie grinned and nodded again and again, "That's right." That's right. ”

Shen Gongkun nodded at Xia Jie with a smile, as if he had appeared just now, and quietly walked away again.

Xia Jie and Han Xin glanced at each other, their hearts were heavy, and they only felt that the clouds were shaking, making people unable to see the truth behind the clouds.

"Hahahaha, good son!" a wooden staff slammed on Xia Jie's head, making a loud noise. Taiyi staggered to Xia Jie's side, and laughed loudly: "Good son, this time you will obediently watch the excitement in the back." Before Lao Tzu's strange grandson is born, you are not allowed to go to the battlefield. It doesn't matter how many other people's dolls die, if you lose a single hair, Lao Tzu will feel distressed!"

Tai Yi arrogantly pointed at the 10,000 young elites who were ready to go and smiled: "You see, they are the efforts of many witch families." However, in Lao Tzu's eyes, they are all dead, and Lao Tzu will be a fart! But you are a good son, you can't have an accident! So, you take Han Xin, go to the back to take care of the grain and grass!"

Before the big war, Taiyi opened his mouth to be dead, not only the 10,000 elite witches carefully selected by them, but even the faces of the witch gods in Jicang were dark and difficult to see. Regardless of whether the Great Witch wants it, or the Witch God, it is all passed down in the same vein, before the Great War, who doesn't want to please some good talk? Only people like Taiyi would talk nonsense like this.

Xia Jie wanted to plug Taiyi's mouth with a stone, so he grabbed Taiyi with one hand and pulled him to the back, lest he say anything shocking.

At this moment, there was an earth-shattering loud noise outside, and the sky mark expanded violently to nearly three hundred miles wide, and more than 500,000 ** men with numb expressions rushed out of the sky mark with a 'whoop' scream, and just a few steps out of the sky mark, the bodies of these men who were the same size as ordinary people swelled rapidly, and they exploded into smithereens with a 'boom'. The sky was full of flesh and blood, and a dense black evil aura emerged from those flesh and blood like living creatures, and it was deftly entangled with the Witch King.

With a wave of his hand, the Witch King led more than a hundred Witch Gods and was about to retreat backwards for the time being, but a dull drum suddenly sounded in the distance. On a golden cloud, the Emperor of Heaven held two huge drumsticks, and sure enough, he was personally beating the drums to help the Witch King. As soon as the war drums sounded, I don't know how many gods in the distance shouted the battle horn at the same time, and they were murderous and rose to the sky.

The witch king was so angry that his mouth crooked. The drums of war sounded, asking him to retreat, and he couldn't save face. He could only angrily pull out a huge evil bone staff made from the fusion of the vertebrae of countless creatures, and shouted, leading more than a hundred witch gods to meet the evil qi that rushed in his face. The witch gods let out a chaotic howl, and more than 10,000 witch gods took their servants and rushed towards the Celestial Scar with great strides.

There was no formation, no rules, and more than 10,000 witch gods were like a herd of wild cattle that went crazy, screaming and rushing into the evil spirit. All kinds of divine light flickered, and the evil qi was like a hair in the fire, making a 'snort' sound, and it was gradually diluted by the divine light! A disgusting stench drifted far away, and I saw some low-strength witch god servants running and soaking to the ground, and were poisoned on the spot by the stench that came out of the burning evil qi.

The use of the witch god to serve the dead has also reached its peak. Several witch gods who practiced nether energy pointed their fingertips at those corpses, and dozens of servant corpses suddenly flew straight into the Celestial Scar and exploded violently, blowing up the feet of the extraterritorial demon god formation that was reorganizing the formation in the dark curtain of the Celestial Scar, and several muscular witch gods who were obviously first-class in hand-to-hand combat took advantage of the situation to rush into the Celestial Scar.

There was a loud bang, and only three of the eight witch gods who entered retreated, and these three people were also covered with terrible wounds that were hundreds of feet long, and the pale golden divine blood was sprinkled like a waterfall. The three of them had just taken a few steps out of the Sky Scar before they fell to the ground. Their servants swooped up, dragging their legs and running wildly into the camp, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground. And the three witch gods were still laughing proudly: "Over 100,000, we have killed 100,000!"

The sound of wild laughter resounded on the battlefield, and Xia Jie and Xin frowned when they heard it. The three witch gods had killed more than 100,000 extraterritorial demon gods in such a short period of time. Are those demon gods too weak, or are the witch gods too strong? However, 100,000, this number is too terrifying? In the Great Xia army, 100,000 people is a tiny number that can be easily discarded, but for the gods and witch gods, the total population is less than one million, and 100,000 is an incredible astronomical number.

"Roar!" A roar came from within the Celestial Scar, and hundreds of demon gods who were also over 10,000 feet tall, with huge horns on their heads, and heavy full-body armor on their bodies, and black smoke clouds wrapped around their bodies, strode out in a horizontal row from the Celestial Scar. Behind them, a neat phalanx of 100,000 people lined up in a row, striding out.

That is to say, the Heavenly Scar has expanded to a width of hundreds of miles, otherwise where would these demon gods be able to line up such a large formation? According to the scale of Xu Kuan in the past, one person who can let such a high-level demon god come out will be able to reach the sky. This time, nearly a thousand high-level demon gods poured out at once, and the Witch King's face was torn into a ball.

"How can there be so many?" the fire that had just swept away all the monsters in a radius of dozens of miles of ground roared in a very deplorable manner: "Witch King, join forces to kill them!"

Nearly 10,000 witch gods didn't pay attention to the so-called dignity and face of the gods, and they surrounded the nearly 1,000 high-level demon gods in a mess. Ten beaten, the sky was full of all kinds of divine light, and the violent energy flow rushed out tens of thousands of miles, blasting the ground out of huge ditches. The earth trembled, the sky roared, and the corpses of demon gods continued to fall from the sky. Occasionally, the demon god who was not blind would play a self-explosion when he was dying, and immediately a void within a radius of dozens of miles collapsed, sucking some of the nearby messy corpses into it.

"I kind of understand how the corpse of the god that fell outside the city of Fontaine last time came to be. Xia Jie couldn't help but nod his head again and again when he saw the battle methods of these demon gods.

With watery eyes, he took a bite of Xia Jie fiercely, and said vaguely: "What a pity! With so many divine corpses, divine blood, and divine essence, how many superb witches can be refined!"

Qing Yan, this little girl, didn't know where she came out, she also looked at the more than a dozen hollows in the void that were healing in a daze, and suddenly sighed: "What a pity! With so many god corpses, god blood, and god essence, how many superb voodoo can be refined!"

Xia Jie's face twitched, but he didn't say anything.

The Witch King's bone staff was raised, and countless ghosts dragged black smoke pouring out from the bone staff, letting out a breathtaking scream. The witch king's left hand pinched several magic tricks one after another, the light on the bone staff flickered, and vicious witch spells flew all over the sky, often there were black-armored demon gods who were plotted by witch spells, and suddenly their bodies became paralyzed and weak, and their movements were slow in an instant, and they were easily strangled by those besieging witch gods.

Nearly a thousand high-level demon gods were supported by the almost shameless siege of more than 10,000 witch gods for less than an hour, and all of them spilled blood on the battlefield. But at this time, the Celestial Scar actually expanded to more than five hundred miles wide, and even the Emperor of Heaven, who was beating drums and urging the battle in the distance, scolded in surprise, and ordered a group of god generals to lead several teams of Celestial Gods to come over and observe the situation on the battlefield.

The scale of the outbreak of the Heavenly Scar Demon Tide this time was definitely beyond the expectations of the Heavenly Emperor and the Witch King. But the Heavenly Emperor was really worried, and the Witch King's serious expression couldn't hide a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. The more and stronger the demon god on the other side of the Celestial Scar rushed out, the greater the benefit to him. The Witch King wishes that the top demon gods would rush out and attract the entire army of the gods to the battlefield.

As for whether there will be too many demon gods rushing over, whether they will not even be able to stop him as a witch god, the witch king has no worries at all. He has other back-ups.

Together with the nearly a thousand high-level demon gods, the millions of extraterritorial troops that rushed out from the heavenly scars seem to be consumables, these soldiers who are similar in shape to ordinary people, ugly and savage, have strength that is only equivalent to the strength of two or even three tripods, not to mention the threat to the witch gods, even the servants of the witch gods can easily strangle these enemies who are not strong. Often, under the bombardment of a powerful witch trick, the flesh and bones of nearly 10,000 soldiers with a radius of nearly 10,000 miles exploded and died.

When the witch gods and the demon gods fought, the servants of the witch gods behind did not dare to get too close to the battlefield, but just bombarded the enemy who rushed out of the sky with their witches from a distance. When the witch gods eliminated the nearly 1,000 demon gods, the servants of the witch gods suddenly rushed forward with high morale, killing millions of enemies in one go, and blood flowed all over the ground. There were even more servants who had risen up to kill and rushed into the black sky scars with wild screams, but not a single foam splashed, and there was no sound.

After nearly a thousand high-level demon gods and millions of demon armies were annihilated, the scars of heaven suddenly calmed down, not to mention the demon gods, not even those inferior monsters rushed out.

An unsettling aura wafted through the battlefield.

The Celestial Scar, which is five hundred miles wide, is something that has never happened since the Celestial Scar appeared. Which time did the outbreak of the demon tide not cause great casualties to the gods and witch gods? After the expansion of the scars, the asuras on the opposite side did not rush over as if they were dead? But this time, the five hundred miles wide scars of the sky stood in darkness between the heavens and the earth, but not a single creature appeared, this strange situation made the witch king cautiously ordered the witch gods to retreat backwards for nearly a thousand miles, and cautiously watched the movement on the opposite side of the sky marks.

The Heavenly Emperor also sensed that something was wrong, and he personally led many Heavenly Venerables and Divine Generals to rush over. No matter how wary the Heavenly Emperor was of the Witch King, he didn't dare to joke about the safety of the Celestial Scar. The Asura Demon Gods on the opposite side seemed to be exhausted, and once the number of them gushing out exceeded an order of magnitude, the Heavenly Emperor did not have the confidence to suppress them on the other side of the Celestial Scar. Therefore, the Emperor of Heaven left a group of henchmen such as Nu to stay on the periphery to guard the movements of the witch gods, and he himself still led the army forward.

The Witch King glanced at the Emperor of Heaven and said in a deep voice, "These Asura Demon Gods are not afraid of death than our Witch Gods. ”

The Heavenly Emperor nodded approvingly: "Therefore, every time the Demon Tide erupts and the Celestial Scar expands, they will always gush out in a steady stream until the Celestial Scar finally returns to its original state. ”

The Witch King nodded in the direction of the Scar, and said with some concern, "The situation is not right. Either we've killed them all over the years, or that's it. ”

The Heavenly Emperor sneered a few times and said in a low voice: "Whether it is a god or a witch god, after a thousand years of conception and ten thousand years of giving birth to children, our clansmen are growing very slowly. But this bunch of guys... Every 100 years, people rush out to fight our people in a duel under the slogan of avenging their ancestors and fathers. They multiply a hundred times faster than us, how can they kill them all?"

The Witch King sighed, "Well, they're preparing for some big moves. ”

The Heavenly Emperor nodded: "That's right. For so many years, there has never been a demon god who can compete with the strongest god under your command and me. Maybe this time. ”

A loud, frantic cry interrupted the conversation. The tyrannical, unreasonable howl of destruction shook the ground on the Skymark battlefield that was healing automatically, and countless huge cracks appeared again, shaking the corpses and blood of those killed demon gods and demon warriors on the ground, and converging into a huge blood ball in the air.

"The method of blood sacrifice! It's similar to the spell of the witch god. In addition to being busy, the Emperor of Heaven also ridiculed the Witch King.

The Witch King pretended not to hear the ridicule in the Emperor's words, and he said very seriously: "The art of blood sacrifice! Moreover, it is similar to the prayer ceremony that our Witch God sent to the spirits of heaven and earth before setting out on an expedition. ”

The blood ball in the air suddenly lost its color, the flesh and blood essence inside disappeared out of thin air, and the tyrannical and crazy aura of destruction came from within the Celestial Scar, the earth began to tremble, and the dull footsteps resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Xingtian Gafeng, who was standing beside Xia Jie and probing his brain, exclaimed, "God, the ground is shaking so much, how big are the people who come out?" Xingtian Gale glanced at Ji Cang who was standing beside him in horror. Ji Cang's nearly 20,000-zhang tall body is terrifyingly big among the witch gods who have always been incomparably huge. But when Jicang walked, there was no such big movement?

'Boom', an incomparably huge giant palm covered with black scales poked out from within the Heavenly Scar and slapped heavily on the land of Heavenly Court.

After a tyrannical roar, a black dragon with twelve feet and twenty-four wings that was indescribably large walked out of the scar slowly. The appearance of this black dragon was generally similar to that of the dragon that Xia Jie was familiar with, except that it had eight more long legs and twelve pairs of wings. And the three big heads that grew on the neck of this black dragon are also not found in normal dragons.

This black dragon was nearly ten miles thick, and he slowly leaned out of the heavenly scars, and then his body slowly rose. The higher he flew, the longer the body he drilled out, and finally his huge body with a length of more than a thousand miles slowly drilled out of the heavenly scars, and he also flew to a height of more than 100 miles above the ground. The huge body covered the sky and the sun, and when the twenty-four wings flapped, hundreds of hurricanes set off between the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying wind howl could scare the faint of life to death.

All the gods and witches present swept their thoughts towards the black dragon at the same time. Countless powerful divine thoughts fiercely washed the giant dragon again, and the void around the dragon was distorted for a while, and it was almost torn to pieces by these scanned divine thoughts.

The Heavenly Emperor's face was gloomy: "Damn thing, the body is stronger than the strongest fighting god in your witch god lineage. What kind of monster is this!"

The Witch King's face was unusually ugly: "Damn it, the magic power is more abundant than the strongest mage in your Celestial Lineage." What kind of mongrel is this!"

But both the Heavenly Emperor and the Witch King had to admit that this was a beast that would cause them a lot of trouble. A beast that would take a lot of effort to kill even if they did it themselves. But that's about it. The strength is probably equivalent to that of a god at the peak of the Nine Heavens, but with such strength, it is still easy to kill it.

Nan Yi also saw this, and she sneered disdainfully: "Put on a huge scene, consuming the lives of nearly a thousand high-level demon gods and millions of subordinates to carry out the blood sacrifice before the expedition, just to release such a piece of goods? ”

Nan Yi measured her strength, and fought to get a little injured, she still had the ability to kill this black dragon. Maybe the injury will not be light, but such a strange black dragon that has never been seen before, you can imagine how strong the witchcraft refined with it will be. Good witchcraft must be refined with good materials, and Nanyi, who is a woman, has more experience than those rough-lined male witch gods.

No one snatched the opportunity to kill this black dragon with Nanyi. The gods of heaven are eager to let the witch gods fight hard, the witch gods, no one wants to provoke Nanyi.

With a smile on his face, Nan Yi pulled out a strange scimitar with a length of more than 3,000 zhang. The scimitar was shaped like a half-moon and was pieced together from countless human skeletons. At a glance, the human skulls on this scimitar will not be less than 100,000. And each skull has a strange flash, obviously before being refined into a scimitar, the owners of these skeletons have extremely strong cultivation. As soon as this scimitar came out, the army of servants of the witch gods collectively showed extremely frightened expressions, and they knew where the material of this scimitar came from.

"Little reptile, come down! The deity will inlay your skull on the hilt of the knife, and your spine is just used to make the spine of the deity's witch knife!" Nan Yi stood under the black dragon, wisps of evil gray energy emerged from her body, and gradually turned into a huge net, covering the black dragon.

The three big heads of the black dragon slowly dripped down, the six huge eyes turned, and a ray of mocking and compassionate divine light flashed, and all the gods and witches present saw that cold light.

The Witch King exclaimed, "Nanyi!

It's too late. A black shadow suddenly flashed out from behind the single horn of the big head in the middle of the black dragon, and with an obscure cold light, it swept over Nan Yi's body.

With a 'poof', Nan Yi's right arm holding the knife was cut off shoulder-to-shoulder.

Nan Yi roared wildly, covered the huge wound on his right shoulder with his left hand, turned around and ran. Pale golden blood spilled down from Nan Yi's wound like a tide, and soon the blood turned into a pitch-black and viscous filth. A black, foul-smelling liquid dripped onto the ground, each dropping melting the ground into a hole the size of a water tank.

When Nan Yi ran back to the camp of the witch god, the upper body on the right side was almost completely corroded, and under the white miserable skeleton, the internal organs that were also surrounded by black slime were rapidly shrinking. Nan Yi howled hoarsely and screamed at the Witch King, "Help!" Then, she spewed out a mouthful of extremely foul black blood and fell headlong in front of the Witch King.

The corner of the Witch King's eyes twitched, and he scolded angrily: "Hurry up, take Nan Yi back, and take care of it." ”

More than a dozen witch gods rushed out, carried Nan Yi with all their hands and feet, and dragged her back to the camp.

The Heavenly Emperor's face was very ugly, he stared coldly at the black shadow that fell to the ground, and sneered: "Your cultivation is amazing, why do you want to do this?"

The black shadow that shot out from the head of the black dragon was a young man no more than two feet tall, wearing a loose black robe, and his face was as handsome and evil as a crown of jade. He held the scimitar that he snatched, and slowly used the forbidden method to shrink the scimitar to a length of a few feet, and held it in his hand and slashed it a few times.

Nodding with satisfaction, the young man slowly stuck the scimitar on the ground beside him, and said lightly: "Why should I bother to kill a powerful enemy easily?"

He shook his finger lightly and smiled softly, "There are no such words in the language of my clan. Destruction is the eternal truth. As for the means by which it is destroyed, is it any difference whether it is noble or inferior?"

The young man's fair and handsome face showed a trace of crazy killing intent, and a long black sharp horn slowly grew obliquely from the center of his eyebrows, and a trace of unsettling black smoke rose from the tip of the horn. He looked at the Heavenly Emperor, then at the Witch King, and seriously looked at the Witch King, who was only wrapped in a piece of animal skin, and the Heavenly Emperor, whose whole body was shining with golden light, and seemed to have finally made a choice. He said gently: "This saint is called the horn saint, remember my name!"

While the Horn Sage kept looking at him, the Heavenly Emperor and the Witch King were ready for all contingencies. They knew the horror of this extraterritorial demon race, and they knew that they would do anything crazy that seemed unreasonable. They had no doubt at all that this guy who called himself the Horn Saint would dare to attack them directly.

Sure enough, the Horned Saint moved.

His figure disappeared suddenly, and with a terrifying high speed that made the vast majority of the Heavenly Gods and Witch Gods present feel ashamed, the Fighting God General with the highest speed, rushed straight in the direction where the Witch King and the Heavenly Emperor were.

The Emperor of Heaven let out a long laugh: "It's a good time! Die!" He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and there was a soft golden light flickering in his hands, which contained infinite light and heat like the sun.

The Witch King sneered, "I don't know if you live or die, bastard!" His left index finger was dotted in front of him, and his index finger had already turned into a semi-void state, and a terrifying witch spell that could directly shatter the Nine Heavenly Gods was gaining momentum.

However, the Horn Saint was still more than ten miles away from the Heavenly Emperor and the Witch King, and suddenly turned in a direction. At the same time, his speed skyrocketed by three times.

'Click', the sheer speed shattered the void behind the Horn Saint. This kind of high speed made the faces of the gods and witch gods present pale, such a terrifying high speed, all the witch gods and gods combined, only a few or three people can have such speed.

This is a high speed that is difficult for both the Heavenly Emperor and the Witch King to grasp in time.

Whether it was the golden light on the Heavenly Emperor's chest or the witch spell that the Witch King was about to unleash, all of them lost their lock on to the target for a while.

'Bang', with a loud bang. A Celestial Venerable standing beside the Heavenly Emperor snorted miserably, and his huge body fell heavily to the ground. There was a small hole the size of a bowl in his front heart, but his back was blown to pieces. With a punch, the Horn Saint threw a punch at this Tianzun, and with one punch, it completely wiped out the vitality of a Tianzun.

The corners of the Emperor's mouth twitched, he stared at the Horn Saint who was rapidly retreating, and suddenly roared loudly: "Angry! Kill him!"

The first battle general of the Heavenly God Pulse shouted angrily, and his feet stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and flew towards the battlefield from a distance.

The Horn Saint glanced at the flying anger unhurriedly, and smiled softly: "This one, it should be the strongest person among you in battle, isn't it?"

The Horned Saint's hand suddenly raised high, and he howled hoarsely: "Then, let's fight! Die, you all have to die, you are destined to be destroyed by us in the end!

The Scars surged again, and after a terrible loud bang that almost made everyone unheard, countless black wyverns rushed out of the Scars, and millions of elite soldiers in full armor on the backs of these wyverns swarmed out. These sergeants have a strong evil spirit, and they are obviously elite men who have been killed countless times. Among them were tens of thousands of huge demon gods, these demon gods belonging to the horn saints were completely different from the previous ones who shouted and shouted, they quietly rushed out of the sky traces, quietly rushed in, and quietly launched extremely powerful offensive spells.

The three-headed black dragon floating in the sky suddenly opened its eyes, its three large mouths opened, and black stenching sand sprinkled heavily.

The Horned Sage let out a maniacian laugh, laughing wildly, ignoring the fury that was coming at him, and with his terrifying high speed, he rushed into the ranks of the gods and witches, and slammed down on the killer.

In an instant, dozens of gods and witches were killed by the Horned Saint.

The black sand spat out by the black dragon sprinkled all over the entire Skymark battlefield. As soon as the foul-smelling grit approached, all the gods and witches suddenly slowed down, and everyone was poisoned by the sand at the same time.

The Horn Saint laughed more and more madly, and his speed became faster and faster, like a black lightning that killed through the array of the Witch God, and directly killed the Witch God's camp.

The sword light was dazzling, and the tent where Xia Jie and them were located was smashed by the horn saint's sword.

Ji Cang had an extra long halberd with clear water-colored water waves in his hand, and the heavy halberd slashed at the horn saint.

With a loud bang, Jiao Sheng's fierce knife sealed Ji Cang's slash, and Xia Jie, Han Xin, Xingtian Dafeng and others, who were close to Ji Cang, were shocked by the loud noise and fell down together.

Han Xin was furious, and suddenly a crimson long sword appeared in his hand, and viciously slashed at the Horn Saint.

The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and the void of the universe trembled.

Jiaosheng screamed, and he blocked Han Xin's sword slash with all his strength, but Ji Cang took advantage of the situation to bombard his waist with a halberd, and was hit hard and flew out.

The angry man who was chasing after the horn saint saw Xia Jie and Yan Xin, and he screamed in horror: "How did you come here?"

In astonishment, the angry eyes swept over the more than 10,000 Great Xia witches in the tent.

The servants of the witch gods practiced the witch god tricks taught by the witch gods, while the great witches of Great Xia practiced the witch tricks of the nether realm, and the difference between them seemed to the angry gods as obvious as the gender characteristics of men and women. Extremely angry, he howled, "Why are there so many witches from the Nether Realm, what are you doing?"

Nu was about to report this matter loudly to the Emperor of Heaven, but the Horn Saint who had been killed had already rushed to the beginning, and the extremely ruthless and ruthless knife slashed at the crotch of Nu from the bottom up.

Ji Cang's face was even more gloomy, and he stabbed angrily with a halberd from the front. For a time, a situation was formed in which Jiaosheng and Jicang joined forces to kill and anger.

With a long hiss, his body suddenly shrank sharply, and he used the change in body shape to dodge Ji Cangdang's chest stab, and then turned over and shook the horn saint's slash with a punch. At the same time, he turned his head to look at Xia Jie, and shouted in disbelief: "Xia Jie, are you really involved in this matter?"

A sword scared off the horn saint, and for a while, his confidence was great. She also had a long sword in her left hand, and shouted coldly: "Fight, fight, where is there so much verbosity?"

One sword stabbed at Fu, and the other sword slashed at the Horn Saint fiercely, and Han Xin actually attacked two people with extremely high cultivation at the same time.

Xia Jie was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, he also pulled out two long swords, instinctively used the exquisite swordsmanship he learned in his previous life, and saw the clear sword light flying all over the sky, shaking the surrounding heaven and earth, mainly attacking the Horn Saint. Nu has a great fear of the people of Tongtian Dao, and in comparison, the threat of the Horn Saint to the people of the Heavenly Dao is more than a hundred times greater?

'When', Jiao Sheng didn't dodge or dodge and just stopped Xia Jie's sword, and then Xia Jie didn't even see how he moved, he had already been hit by Jiao Sheng's kick in the chest, and a pure destructive force blasted into Xia Jie's chest. Xia Jie's body was full of purple light, and the purple ribbon fairy clothes took the initiative to protect Xia Jie's body, but Xia Jie was still blown away by the terrifying force, and the person was still in the air, and a black stinky blood fountain had spewed out a few feet high.

A kick flew Xia Jie, the horn saint was furious, the blood in his eyes was rolling, the black horn on his forehead suddenly flashed a dazzling electric light, and countless black thunderbolts of the thickness of the water tank shrouded the space for thousands of miles, and the sky was full of black electric flashes. The violent electric light swept indiscriminately, and everywhere it passed, everything was powdered.

The Horned Saint laughed madly, his hands held high to the sky, the sky was full of black gas, and there was no more light.

"Destroy, destroy!"

A terrible scream came from the horn saint's mouth, and the extremely high sound surged, just the energy of the sound, and it shook and flew away.

"Ha, hahaha! Woman, die!"

The horn saint suddenly saw Han Xin, he pointed a little finger, and a black light shot straight into Han Xin's heart...

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