Reborn Willow God, Great Antiquity Signed for Thousands of Years

Jiuying looked around for a while, and said seriously: "I can use the evil spirit of the sea of ​​​​blood to lay down the big blood formation in Tianhe, seal this place, and prevent them from escaping!"

The demon sage Ji Meng nodded in praise.

Dong Jun frowned slightly, "It needs to be faster, that guy has already mastered part of the power of the Chaos Clock, and the speed of refining the Chaos Clock is much faster than the Tai Dao friend expected."

Jiuying Yaosheng nodded, three flowers bloomed on the top, and eight figures walked out of it, all of them were exactly like him.

They are all entities, not ordinary incarnations.

This is the innate supernatural power of the Nine Infant Demon Saint.

At this time, the nine avatars of the Nine Infants and Demon Saints each hold a spirit treasure, which is divided into eight directions and the center.

The netherworld blood sea below suddenly surged with blood waves, turning into a long blood-colored river that traversed the sky for a day, besieging all directions, and refining a radius of more than ten thousand miles into a small thousand worlds isolated from the outside world.

The real bodies of the Nine Infant Demon Saints are scattered in all directions hidden in the long bloody river, only the one in the center is left with a proud smile: "My Tianhe Great Formation is similar to the Blood River Great Formation of Minghe Patriarch, Coupled with the fierce and evil energy of this sea of ​​blood that corrodes the primordial spirit and defiles people's spiritual treasures, it will not be easy for the Changliu Taoist to escape."

The ancestor of Kunpeng pouted secretly, dismissive of this.

It's just that he didn't know what kind of psychology it was, he didn't reveal that Taoist Changliu was Taoist Changqing, but said coldly: "What are you still doing in a daze, do you want to wait until the Chaos Clock is refined?"

"Let's work together to defeat Kaiyuantu and Abi first, and behead the Xuanming Ancestral Witch."

Dongjun said in a cold voice, a murderous sword appeared in his hand, and he was the first to strike at the sacred mountain transformed by the two swords of Yuantu and Abi.

Kunpeng Patriarch and others also made moves one after another.

A moment later, only two loud bangs were heard, and the two sacred mountains broke apart, turning into two swords and sinking into the sea of ​​blood.

Immediately afterwards, a tall figure as tall as a mountain rushed out from the sea of ​​blood, and boundless evil spirit surged out, shaking all directions.

Amidst the evil spirit, countless treasures of white bones condensed out, killing the ancestor Kunpeng and others.

The indescribable sharp force tears the space, trying to cut and shred everything in front of it.

"court death!"

Dongjun sneered, took out a branch burning with the real fire of the sun, and swung it forward as a sword.

The endless evil energy was instantly split into two halves, separated to the left and right, revealing Xuanming's hideous and terrifying real body of the ancestor witch.

Seeing the opportunity, the demon sage Ji Meng immediately sacrificed a pair of precious wheels, and struck at the ancestor witch Xuanming.

One treasure wheel is shaped like a big sun, round and clear, wrapped in the real fire of the sun; the other treasure wheel is like a bright moon, bright and majestic, and with a slight rotation, countless real water of the moon will gushes out, setting off many turbulent waves.

These two precious wheels were collected by him from the essence of the sun star and the lunar star, and they were painstakingly refined at a cost of one yuan.

There was a look of mockery in the eyes of the ancestor witch Xuanming, he stretched out his palm and slapped left and right, and then slapped the two precious wheels flying.

The Jiuying Yaosheng was furious, recalling the treasure wheel, and showing his real body at the same time.

The long snake body stretches for thousands of miles and has nine heads.

I saw him opening his nine mouths together, spewing out one after another of poisonous flames and streams of turbidity, interweaving into a big net of water and fire covering the sky, and going towards Xuanming to suppress it.

At the same time, Ji Meng and Dong Jun were not idle, and each urged their babies to fight Xuan Ming.

A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of Xuanming Ancestral Witch. Facing the siege of three people, he was not afraid at all.

She also stopped using her supernatural powers, and concentrated all the boundless evil energy in the real body of the ancestral witch, shaking the space with every gesture, suppressing the water, fire and wind, and isolating all attacks.

Dong Jun seemed not expecting the Xuanming Ancestral Witch to be so powerful, he frowned slightly and said: "You don't have to hold back, and kill Xuanming with all your strength, I'm afraid something will change later!"

"As it should be!"

Demon Saint Ji Meng also urged: "Gonggong and the others can't wait for Xuanming to go back, maybe they will come here to find her! I have to do it as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, the Kunpeng Patriarch sacrificed to the Demon Master Palace to join the battle group.

Xuan Ming suddenly felt the pressure increase, and was inadvertently hit by the demon master's palace breaking through the defense, hitting her hard on the back of her heart, causing her to stagger forward, almost falling into a sea of ​​blood.

Seeing this, Dongjun and the others were overjoyed, and immediately mobilized the Lingbao with all their strength, supplemented by Taoist supernatural powers to bombard it.

The ancestor witch Xuanming roared again and again, but he couldn't resist the joint efforts of the four ancestors of Kunpeng, and they were already scarred in just a moment.

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On the bottom of the Nether Blood Sea, a black Taoist temple floats up and down with the undercurrent of blood.

The Dao hall was clean and tidy, without a trace of bloody smell.

This was originally the Dao Temple of Patriarch Minghe, where he retreated and practiced.

It's just that now the owner of this Taoist temple has become Liu Bai.

He was sitting cross-legged in the hall, with a big bell hanging above his head, which was vibrating non-stop, as if struggling with all his might.

In front of him, there was a gentle and charming woman sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Liu Bai suddenly felt something in his heart, opened his eyes and smiled and said, "If this goes on, I'm afraid that within three to five days, the ancestor witch Xuanming will be beaten to death."

The eyes of the woman opposite were as calm as water, as if she hadn't heard Liu Bai's words.

Liu Bai frowned slightly: "Is your empress really able to be indifferent?"

This woman is the lord of the underworld, the merciful and compassionate empress.

Hearing Liu Bai's words, Pingxin was still calm and quiet, and said softly: "I am not a posthumous land."