The black fog rolled, and there was also a misty light that supported it.

I saw a four-armed monkey rushing out of the fog, and a deep trace plowed out from the ground with a few hundred feet of Taoist body.

After escaping from the mist that could transform flesh and blood for a while, the monkey crawled out of the deep pit. It held a huge spiritual fruit in its hand and left happily.

Ye Su was on the top of the mountain side, silently watching all this.

In the past, spiritual energy rolled like a tide, and spiritual springs flowed wildly among the mountains like ordinary streams. Even in the bright daytime, you can still see the wonderful light of the treasures of heaven and earth rising into the sky.

Now that I have left the surrounding area of ​​Wuliang Mountain, I feel that miasma is everywhere, and the spiritual energy is no longer pure. The spiritual fruit treasure medicine that was seen everywhere in the past disappeared without a trace, and the four-armed monkey was forced to risk his life to collect herbs from the dangerous black fog.

The little spiritual medicine was just a spiritual fruit that could be seen everywhere in the mountains and fields.

In addition, the billions of creatures that were innocently affected by the catastrophe, their undead still floated in the world, connecting the black fog to erode the still alive creature territory, venting resentment.

The sun in the sky has been mobilized by the ten princes of the Golden Crow and Di Jun many times. Even at noon, it is just a piece of orange light. The sun's essence fire that once burst out became like a thread, and it actually had the illusion that the sun was thin and the sky was dim.

It turns out that the Lich War has hurt the origin of heaven and earth. Even if the prehistoric world has not recovered a hundred years later, it has shown a withered state.

But behind the withering of heaven and earth is the sadness of how many creatures are?

Ye Su looked up and saw a thunder rolling in the sky. Below the heavenly tribe was the residence of the witch tribe.

There are only three adult witch tribes in this hundred-person tribe. The powerful bodies they proudly pose are covered with terrifying wounds, with mixed star power surges on them, and magic weapons flashing.

These are three elite warriors who have participated in the Lich War and survived!

They stood firmly in front, as if they wanted to make the current heavenly disaster for the entire tribe.

The inexplicable aura of catastrophe enveloped the entire area, causing shock to all directions.

The sky was thunderous, one by one, and the dazzling lightning was thicker than the mountain. When it was shot down, the mountains and rivers exploded.

The mysterious light flashed. This was once the node of the earth vein. The three witch soldiers instantly triggered the blessing of the Earth Evil. The terrifying lightning only left a burnt mark on them.

Soon the first wave of heavenly tribulation passed, and the second wave of heavenly tribulation began to become weird, with a bit creepy color. At first, it was golden, silver, and purple lightning, and finally bloody lightning, and black-like lightning began to rage, breaking the sky.

Even so, the tangible thunder still cannot do anything to these witch war soldiers who are still alive in many battles. They stand tall like guardians and firmly protect their tribe members.

The third wave of heavenly tribulation reappeared, and scarlet lightning fell like blood from the void, making the world red and boundless. The lightning strike became even more terrifying, dyeing the world red.

It seemed as if the blood of thousands of living beings was sprinkled, and it was a piece of desolate beauty.

This time the heavenly tribulation was obviously different. It easily passed through a thick layer of blessing power of the earth veins and penetrated into the body of the warriors.

Severe pain burst out from his mind. A witch soldier didn't even say a word when facing the bombardment of thousands of thunders, but now he hugged his head and roared!

When Qingming opened his eyes again, his three eyes turned blood red.

"It's a disaster! He can't stand it, he's going to be crazy!"

The warrior with the deepest cultivation was about to pour him magic medicine, but the third warrior's huge fist rushed over.

"kill!"

"Kill the demon clan!!"

"Shoot the sky! Shoot the sky!!"

The comrades who were dependent on each other suddenly became seriously injured. The soldier with the deepest cultivation seemed to be angry, but only had endless pain.

This heavenly tribulation not only punishes the body, but also the mind. The weakest thing in the witch clan is the soul!

They left the witch court, which was united in the Twelve Witch Temple, and came to this vein node, because the witch court, which hosted a large number of tribesmen, was already full of load at this time, and the sins of the entire world made it shatter.

The war soldiers looked at the two companions who were trapped in the illusion. They had already started fighting in the heavenly tribe, and they all thought that Yu Yin was the demon clan that invaded the tribe.

"After all, can't stand it?"

"The great god Pangu is above... The witch clan will always be in the prehistoric world!!"

The war soldiers were powerless to turn the world back, and in the end they could only use their huge bodies to cover the old and young tribe.

Blood-colored lightning gushed, like the sky crying, like God shedding blood and tears.

"Kill the demon clan!!"

"Kill the demon clan!!"

This was once the place where the witch clan swore to defeat the sky.

It was like returning to the time when I was swearing to the sky in front of the Witch Temple. At that time, there were tens of millions of witch warriors, and there were still continuous gathering from various tribes.

Now there are only two people who are blinded by the mind and kill each other, and a seriously injured veteran of the hundred wars is fighting to protect his tribe.

The vast and thick chorus finally passed the sound of thunder when the heavenly tribulation accumulated strength.

That is a witch song, a song by the witch clan.

Praise the witch clan, praise the great god Pangu, and praise the vast world.

The most primitive song resounded across the side, causing the two soldiers who fought like crazy to stop fighting. Their blood-red eyes were filled with a strong evil spirit, which evolved from the murderous intent that was contaminated in that battle.

His lips trembled, as if he tried his best to sing the witch song with his tribe members.

At this time, the heavenly tribulation fell, like a great guillotine slashing down.

At this last moment, although the two soldiers were still in a mad state, they were still the same as the seriously injured soldiers who had used their bodies to try to block the attack for their tribe members.

The thunder and catastrophe clouds slowly dissipated... and became weaker, and many witch songs were still singing.

The witch clan... knows their sins, admits them generously, and is willing to be blamed by the heavenly tribulation.

And the demon clan... now it seems that many demon soldiers and demon generals regret joining under the heavenly tribulation, and they wish to break off relations with the demon clan immediately to avoid being implicated by the heavenly tribulation. However, they don’t remember the days when they were blessed by the heavenly tribulation and luck.

No matter how you avoid it, the war a hundred years ago has caused harm to heaven and earth, and the punishment of heaven has been firmly imprinted among the two tribes. How could this kind of scattered severance be avoided?

However, compared to the disaster that comes, I really like the latter more!
Chapter completed!