Chiyou’s palms are in vain, and a horrible energy is brewing in it. 』(八)(一)』中文网Ww*W. ┡81.Zw. COM

Huh!

The Soul Sword is suspended in the palm of the hand and keeps spinning.

"kill!"

Suddenly, Chiyou screamed, and the soul of the sword was flying out. It turned out to be two, two into four, and finally, turned into thousands of war soul swords, and pursued the old part of the Yellow Emperor.

Mo Xie and the remnants of the Yellow Emperor have escaped far away, and they can hardly see the Mozu. They thought it was safe enough.

Hey!

The sound of breaking through the air came unexpectedly, and it sounded like a dead note, getting closer and closer.

Mo Xie and other people were scared to be a spirit, and quickly turned their heads and saw that the sword of war was full of dazzling sword light, and they had already caught up behind their ass.

"Hurry to hide!"

Mo evil shouted.

He is a kendo master and understands the horror of this attack.

The old emperor of the Yellow Emperor was on the verge of enemies, offering a magic weapon and trying to stop it.

puff!

The sword of war is like a mud, and the magic weapon is broken. It is not an enemy of the soul of the sword. The eyes of the old emperors of the Yellow Emperor are round and round, and they look at the wounds of the chest inconspicuously.

The wound is not big, like a thin line, but the blood flows out of this tiny wound.

Oh...

The sound of falling to the ground was endless. Except for Mo Xie, everyone else fell to the ground and died.

This is equivalent to the death and injury of the old Huangdi in the past, which can be described as a huge loss.

Mo Xie didn't have time to stun. At the crucial moment, he sacrificed the sword of the cadre, and he slammed it.

He was like a meteorite outside the sky, flew straight out, only to look at those who fell to the ground in the distance, and then did not dare to stay, the blood of the corner of the mouth was too late to wipe away, and flew like a flight.

Mo Xie’s heart was shocked, and he understood that Chiu’s cultivation was far away.

He was angry and bleed.

He couldn't stop it. If he didn't escape, others would be his role model.

He only ran wildly, and fortunately saved a life.

"Now only the master can be resurrected, you can fight against Chiyou, I must resurrect the master as soon as possible." Mo Xie heart secretly made up his mind.

He looked at the only figure that escaped, and did not pursue it. Instead, he said disdainfully: "When you see you again next time, it is your death, Moxie!"

"Ancestral ancestors!" Looking at the sacred gods, the mighty Chiyou, the demons have gathered around.

Chiu looked at them indifferently and said: "From now on, I will restore the glory of the Jiuli people."

"What about the Mozu?"

"The Mozu no longer exists, and you will be a member of the Jiuli people in the future." Chiu looked at them with a burning heart, and said categorically.

The Jiuli people are the races of the Wu people after they have absorbed other tribes. They are also the predecessors of the Mozu.

Chiyou returned to the original, intending to let the glory of the Ji Li people reappear, these demons are his chips.

"I want to transform you and make you a true Jiuli."

Chiu screamed and slammed into the air, like a god, floating in midair, overlooking the people below.

He opened his hands, as if he was embracing the air, and the ten fingertips lit up.

"Nine Li people, reproduce the world!"

Chiu screamed, the light of his fingertips skyrocketed, and finally, flying out of his fingertips, like a pouring rain, fell to the crowd.

These lights sneaked into the Yintang of everyone, and these people were shocked, and the spirits gradually changed.

In the end, a ray of light rushed out of their Yintang and turned into a quaint symbol.

The crowd looked up and looked at the change of Chiu’s gaze.

"the host!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

There is no such thing as a ancestor. From now on, Chiyou is their master. This is what Chiyou has awakened their blood and so that everyone can return to their hearts.

This method can't be done in the Witchcraft because the blood of the Witch is beyond his control. Only the blood of the Jiuli people who grew up later can be controlled by him.

At that time, when Chiyou wanted to expand the Jiuli, they used Shishen to add a spell to their blood.

This spell can be passed down in the bloodstream, and it will never lose its function from generation to generation.

When he needs it, as long as he wakes up this blood, all the nine Li people will have to avenge him again. No one will question his orders.

This must be done in order to achieve a certain level of realism in order to display this magical power. Previously, he did not cultivate enough, so he only relied on his ancestor to lead these people.

Today, he is not satisfied with the so-called ancestor status, he needs more authority, then it is not the blood of Jiuli.

These people are no longer the Mozu, and after the activation of the Jiuli people's blood, it becomes the real Jiuli.

They will only obey the orders of Chiyou. Whether it is a knife or a sea, they will go through their orders without hesitation, and will not make a slight discount.

He looked at him with satisfaction and a high-spirited man, saying: "Don Tang, you are against me, bad plan, don't kill you, others think that I am a soft persimmon?"

"Go, go back to the base camp."

Chi You led his men to return to the base camp. From a distance, he saw that the base camp was a mess, and his own people died and wounded.

Hey Dalei, his men reported in detail, he realized that this is another ghost of Tang Yan.

In the eyes of Chiyou, it is almost necessary to spurt fire. Others are also angry and filled with anger, and they are eager to try. They can’t wait to remove Tang dynasty immediately.

"Everyone listens to the order and recuperates in situ. After ten days, we stepped into the capital and killed Tang."

Chiyou became unscrupulous.

Everyone heard the words and cheered.

Beijing.

It has been two days since Tang Yin came back. The day before, everyone has been buried and then everyone has been practicing non-stop.

The villa has been further expanded, and all the witches live here, and they are heavily guarded and do not put in a fly.

Although the battle was quite large and the harvest was not small, everyone was baptized by the war and had a deeper understanding of their cultivation.

Especially the Wu people, they activated the wild atmosphere, so that they can do more with less, and repaired as a rising.

Nine-day Xuan Nu and Tianzenzi experienced a war of equal strength, and they have a more intuitive and profound understanding of the strength of the powerful parties of today. Therefore, the two people have a strong sense of urgency and pressure, and silently decided to upgrade their own repairs. for.

Tang Yan did not rush to practice, but was pondering another thing.

Chiyou escaped. With his understanding of Chiyou, Chiyou will definitely not give up. Chi You is guilty, can they stop Chiyou?

do not know!

Don Juan has no answer.

But in fact, he has a vague answer in his heart - that is enough.

The Holy King is already a master of the Mahayana. Chiu is only likely to be taller and cannot be lower. Otherwise, he can't suppress the army of the Mozu.

He still does not know that the Holy King is dead.

He couldn't estimate the repairs of Chiu's recovery, but if he was committed, they would not be able to block him.

This is how to do?

With so many people around him, he must do everything he can to protect them. This is his responsibility.

He pondered over a day, and eventually his attention fell on the demons.

"The devil, can you really break the fan cage under Youbu?" Tang Yan asked quietly.

The demons did not answer directly, but asked thoughtfully: "What plans do you have?"

"I will let you go out." Tang Yan said straightforwardly.

The demons are overjoyed: "Really?"

"a man of his words."

The joy of the demon has not lasted for a long time, and the heart suddenly slammed and said with dismay: "The cage is too powerful. I have tried it several times and have not succeeded. How can you break it?"

"Yu Yu said with a voice that Fan Cage can only be opened by himself. Is there any mystery?" Tang Yan asked curiously.

The devil was silent for a while and said: "This old guy likes to make a mystery, it is illusory, and it is unpredictable. But this time it is obviously true, because I tried it so many times, I really can’t think of it. What can I do?"

This is the helplessness of the demons. His cultivation is not weaker than the shackles, but he is imprisoned in the cage. He has a skill, but he is like being tied to his hands and feet. There is nowhere to display.

“Don't you want to be in this position for a lifetime?”

"Of course I don't want to!" The demons said without thinking, "Can there be any other way? The cage is so powerful that I can't break through."

"If I let you out, how would you repay me?" Tang Yan suddenly asked.

"You let me go out?" The demons were shocked. "How is it possible? I can't break through the cage. You can do it, how can you do it?"

Hearing his untrustworthy distrust, Tang Yan was not angry, but he was happy.

The more the heart does not believe, then you can use his mind to get more chips.

"You don't care what I use, I just ask you how to repay me." Tang Yan asked persistently.

The devil laughed and didn't believe Tang Yan's words. He said casually: "If you really let me go, no matter what you ask, I promise you."

Suddenly, the words turned.

"However, you don't expect me to succumb to you like a witch. My heart has not been returned to Shun You and the Yellow Emperor for tens of thousands of years. These tens of thousands of years have passed, and I can't return to you as a hairy boy. ”

The demons are still very cautious, and they are not rushed to sell themselves.

Tang Zhen did not expect the devil to return to himself. After all, he had confronted Chi You and the Yellow Emperor. He eventually wanted to be suppressed and did not succumb to anyone. How could he be willing to succumb to him?

Don Juan wouldn’t be so self-satisfied to the point that he wouldn’t say, “What kind of person do you think of me? What is your identity, how can I let you go to me, I don’t have that much appetite.”

The demons said proudly: "You know this, then what do you have?"

Tang Hao waited for him to say the old manuscript, but when he heard it, he immediately laughed.