The mountain is like a dragon tray, leaping towards the sky, and it is like a tiger lying on its magnificent momentum. The dragon and tiger compete for majestic power, and the momentum is not forbidden. There are water around the mountains and peaks, with a total of 99 peaks and 24 rocks. There are also various holy beasts appearing in it, gathering the five energy with magical powers to provide various consumptions of the Pure Land in the rear.

The dragon and horse stepped on the sky, and the fire was pounding all over the body. The scales like red gold of the phoenix blood were crystal clear and shining, and the whole body was shining with light, and two dragon horns were born on their heads.

As a representative of the witch clan, a great witch often goes to Wuliang Mountain to preside over the transaction. He is also familiar with Ye Su, and respectfully practices the witch clan's etiquette from afar.

"Congratulations to the ancestor Yingling."

I don’t know that Ye Su was traveling in his real body this time, and with the nine-nine scattered soul gourd covering the secrets of heaven, the great witch thought that as before, Ye Su used the witch doll to incarnate him to the witch clan.

But the great witch still summoned a magic car made of fairy jade and pulled the cart with a dragon horse. He personally drove Ye Su into the witch court.

Before the Pure Land, the hidden formation slowly opened like a curtain, and you could see tens of thousands of mountains in the Witch Clan formation, swallowing and spitting out spiritual energy and nourishing the essence of life. They were all spiritual, turned into treasures, and had a faint will.

It can be said that tens of thousands of mountains are naturally produced by heaven and earth, and are all dragon heads. They are the result of the combined force of the earth veins that have been opened up so far.

Just a brief glance, Ye Su had seen dozens or hundreds of medicine kings, surrounded by fairy energy, and shining treasures all over his body, attracting people's souls.

The King of Medicine is difficult to cultivate. It is necessary to constantly water the earth's spiritual milk and grow for more than 80,000 years before it can be called the King of Medicine.

The witch clan, who was forced to take out all kinds of treasures for Wuliang Mountain medicine during the battle with the demon clan, found so many good things in a hundred years. It is indeed a race in Jiumu's prehistoric land.

There seem to be tens of thousands of strange beasts with mysterious cultivation under the earth veins, only the beast heads are high on the surface, spitting out various essences of heaven and earth, and nourishing the immortal realm of the immortal land.

He stared at tens of thousands of mountains, like a giant dragon circling, flying around in the clouds and mists, and like a strange beast roaring his head, all of which were transformed by the qi of the earth veins. In the central fairy valley, there was a vast area, emitting auspicious air, and various rays of lights were emitting millions of rays of rays, and the fairy lights were shot out one by one.

This is the Pure Land of the Witch Clan when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were born with the essence and blood of Pangu!

This holy land was divided into twelve because the witch tribe was divided into twelve areas in order to rule the entire prehistoric land, so as to turn the entire continent into a formation map of the twelve heavenly gods and evil formations, and use the twelve witch temples as the formation eyes to control the prehistoric land veins!

Now the earth is broken into four pieces, and the twelve ancestor witches only have Houtu. In order to allow the tribe members to have a place to survive in the increasingly severe heavenly tribe, the twelve witch temples are now united again, recreating the former pure land of the witch clan.

Ye Su saw that there were witch tribes everywhere in this Pure Land. They occupied mountains, rivers and rivers, and had to restrain their huge bodies to move freely.

Here...it looks like a refuge.

As soon as such a judgment was made, Ye Su opened his divine eyes and looked directly at the luck of the entire witch clan.

The gloomy and dark mist was spreading, and blood was overflowing. The clan fortune that once looked like a colorful auspicious clouds became so unknown.

Every tribe has a black and red light, and a divine chain is locked tightly.

Despite the speculation, Ye Su was extremely surprised by the blessing of such heavenly ways to sin.

At that time in Zixiao Palace, when Hongjun instructed the Lich clans to have hundreds of millions of Heavenly Rebirth, he was the witness present.

And now that he has changed from a son of heaven to a sinner, it really makes people sigh.

However, the two tribes fought each other, destroying Buzhou Mountain and shattering the earth. During the two times, many creatures were affected and died in vain.

There are more than just the Lich tribes in this world and can only be called creatures, and they are born and raised by a group of outstanding creatures.

Under the way of heaven, all beings are equal.

Therefore, even if you have the disciple of heaven, you cannot withstand the waste of many times and create the current situation.

"Old ancestor... can Wuliang Mountain accept some of the witch clan?"

When Ye Su looked at the Pure Land, hesitated for the great witch who was driving him and said: "Although our clan does not cultivate the soul,... it still has unparalleled combat power."

"If the ancestor is willing to take in, my tribe members are willing... as Wuliang Mountain rules to be the main force of the ancestor Fengling!"

After the great witch said this, she felt relieved and felt ashamed.

The witch clan dominated the land for so many years and may have been defeated and destroyed, but never surrendered to the rule of others.

He stood tall as a bloodborne person in Pangu, but one day he was forced to bow his head like this.

As he moved, Ye Su swept across a corner of the Pure Land.

There were constantly witch clans holding weapons there, and teams of them left the Pure Land, while the older tribesmen beside them sang witch songs with sad faces to see them off.

Thinking about the witch tribe I encountered before coming here, the soul of the soul knew it... This pure land cannot support the survival of so many tribes.

A considerable number of tribesmen among them must leave the Pure Land. But when they go out of the outside world, the protection of the twelve Heavenly Divine Evil Formation is to face the heavenly tribulation and the ten dead will be without life!

No wonder this great witch who is familiar with Wuliang Mountain said that!

The Lich War has already lost most of the essence of the clan. If we can achieve a first-line upgrade, more clan members will not die in vain in the heavenly tribulation, and it will not be too cold to recognize the ancestor Feng Ling as the leader!

After all, the reputation of the ancestor Feng Ling - the friend of the Witch Clan is proof that time has passed.

Ye Su Moran said nothing, and the great witch didn't say much.

The dragon horses who travel thousands of miles a day quickly brought them to the center of the Pure Land.

Tens of thousands of divine peaks stand together, forming an immortal valley with misty spirits and billions of rays of rays of rays, making this place particularly sacred. A towering temple stands in it, exuding the aura of eternal vicissitudes, like a blue sky sinking here, with various immortal lights lingering.

Every inch of it is crystal clear, with purple light flashing, as brilliant as purple diamonds. There are stripes on it, like the Taoist patterns passing through the Three Thousand Avenues. These Taoist patterns spread and intertwined, outlining the three-character Taoist patterns of the "Witch Temple" in the most holy place, which are natural.

"The ancestor witch is here to wait for the ancestor."

The great witch looked deeply at the hazy hall, and there seemed to be something extremely nostalgic in it, but in the end it was not overwhelming. She just sent Ye Su here and left in a hurry, as if there were still many urgent matters to deal with.

This is the beginning of my opportunity...

Ye Su slowly walked up the stairs, walked through the hazy door, and came to the temple.

In the temple is a large and magnificent hall like a city, with red gold Taoist pillars standing up in it, and a terrifying aura emanates from the pillars.

There is a huge word "Witch" engraved on the amethyst jade in the center of the hall. Below the word "Witch" radiates colorful light is the twelve huge thrones.

But now only a lonely witch is left on these thrones. Eleven drops of divine blood are suspended on the other thrones. The bright red blood is shining brightly, emitting endless breath of life.

It has been a long time since the last time we parted in the big lake in Wuliang Mountains.

Looking at the unconcealed fatigue between the witch's eyebrows, Ye Su slowly said: "Yueying......... Are you willing to become a saint?"
Chapter completed!