Chapter 207 Five plague gods, escape without misfortune!

The ancient city was stormy, spells fluctuated across the sky, and marks of spells were being cast one after another.

The arrival of tens of thousands of Golden Crow priests attracted the attention of many evil forces in Xitian Continent.

Immediately, pairs of eyes in the city turned to look at him, with a ferocious smile on their lips. The target of the killing was changed from civilians to sacrifices.

A melee broke out in an instant, roars were heard, and the situation became uncontrollable.

The mountain fire spread, and a large number of cultivators in the city were covered in blood and their hair was disheveled, constantly resisting the evil spirits in Xitianzhou.

When he saw tens of thousands of sacrificial figures appearing in the sky, his expression immediately showed enthusiasm and excitement.

"Look, those are our human sacrifices from Buzhou Mountain, they are here to save us!"

"If everyone holds on for a moment longer, the priests will be able to cut these monsters into pieces!"

The roar was shocking, and the desperate atmosphere in the city instantly turned into a burning blood.

In the land of Dongzhou, the ancient civilization cannot be bullied by anyone.

Among them, Arabe was seriously injured in the battle that year, and his foundation was shattered.

"Disciple... I have no regrets."

The expressions of the two monarchs suddenly changed, and when they tried to retreat, it was already too late.

Ji Hai stared and wanted to reach out to Ji Zu's side, but his body suddenly disappeared, along with his soul.

If the Golden Crow tribe bears the brunt of the current situation, then the fate may be the same as that of the Huang tribe.

"Is this place Dongzhou?" Wuhan asked softly.

The blood rain imprisoned, and the magic cloud froze.

"I heard that the blood flowing in the body of the Golden Crow Sacrifice has the vitality of longevity far beyond ordinary people. I wonder if it can be used to make medicine and drink it to remove bad luck?"

Their expressions changed simultaneously, and they immediately used the spell of the Wordless Heavenly Book, intending to destroy the evil shadow.

Seeing this, the hostess stopped admonishing her too much. After sighing, she turned around and went to prepare dinner.

Among them, there is a man named Heishan Laojun, who is the strongest among the four. He can rank among the top three among the Nine Lords.

The realm of the Holy King in the later stage is only one step away from the peak.

Because someone would eventually take action, he always hid behind him.

Until this moment, he felt that he might not be as enlightened as his two disciples.

"Brother, are you feeling better? Do you need some water?" the host asked eagerly.

The combat power of the Half-Step Holy King at his peak was slightly higher, giving him enough say among the nine.

But before Ji Yun and Ji Hai could react, another cold light struck from behind.

At the same time, four blood shadows appeared on the top of the sky, all looking indifferently at the entire ancient city battlefield.

Thousands of evil demons in Xitianzhou have lost all the ability to move, and even the four monarchs are motionless.

"This man has been lying down for many days without any sign of waking up. How about we bury him?"

On the seventh day when the melee broke out, all kinds of things happened in the world.

The old king of Montenegro revealed his figure, and struck with a flick of his sleeve, and the storm suddenly came.

With this thought, Ji Yun understood that he had no chance of survival.

Ji Hai's face showed fear, and he didn't even give him any chance to form a seal. In an instant, the death energy poured down, destroying all hope of life.

Ji Yun's pupils narrowed, and he gritted his teeth and prepared to seal the seal again, but at some point, two other cold waves appeared around him.

Several people stopped everything in panic and hurriedly came to the bed to check.

boom!

The demonic cloud suddenly extinguished, and the thunder tore through the sky.

Blood spurted out in an instant, and there was a cracking sound from the entire spine, which was shockingly broken by three inches!

"Junior brother..."

"Of course this is Dongzhou, but it's in a remote direction." The male host brought a glass of water.

"You are wrong. It was because there was the Jiuli Human Emperor, sixty-two human ghosts and gods, and all the power of your Dongzhou."

"Father, mother, he is definitely not a demon. Look, he has a human face."

Bai Li, the sacrificial queen of the Eclipse Tribe, also had her body shattered, and her precious jade was turned into a large number of fragments.

"There are only two people in white robes. Are they here to die?"

"Oh, we can't just leave him outside like this. Those monsters are not picky eaters." The male host shook his head.

Without any explanation, Ji Zu suddenly attacked. The Dingzi Jue he used was far more powerful than Ji Yun and Ji Hai.

His name is Cangyue Ghost Lord, he is from the Cangyue Ghost Clan in Xitian Continent, and he is now the current leader of the clan.

"Ji Ruyi, is your injury healed?"

When the whole family heard Wu Pai speak clearly, they immediately burst into laughter. It should be okay.

There was no fear at all, blood appeared in Ji Zu's eyes, and his crazy obsession made him forget everything.

His pupils suddenly condensed, his hair stood on end, and he looked back sharply.

Of the four major tribes in Buzhou Mountain, only the priests from the Jiuli tribe are patrolling around Dongzhou, but no other tribes are seen.

…

Then he saw a figure filled with a hazy swamp atmosphere slowly appearing behind Ji Hai.

There were a total of four people living in this thatched house, and they all looked at the slender man with his eyes closed on the bed.

"Give me back the sea of ​​clouds!"

They belong to Izanagi's Jiujun generals, and compared with the Evil Lord who died in Maoshan territory, their strength is not lower than that of the evil lord.

Ji Zu stared blankly at the sudden death of his two disciples. The next moment, he burst out with endless anger, his heart was cut like a knife, and he was hysterical.

Ji Yun felt a chill all over his body and subconsciously used the word avoidance technique, but Ji Hai was not so lucky.

He was hit hard on the back by a palm from Cangyue Ghost Lord.

It's funny to say that when the entire Dongzhou remained silent, he jumped out at this moment.

"He is worthy of being the king of sacrifices." Heishan Laojun marveled inwardly.

He looked at Ji Zu, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be very happy to see the arrival of his master on this battlefield.

Even before this, Ji Zu had no intention of fighting.

But is this so-called right decision really the right one?

For a moment, Ji Zu seemed to understand.

When Ji Yun and Ji Hai showed up and used the Ding Zi Jue and Feng Zi Jue to suppress the demons in Xitianzhou, they had already attracted their attention.

"We, see... the five gods of plague!" Under heaven and earth, the four kings knelt down.

After saying this, four shadows appeared together, and the heaven, earth, and yin were rolled back.

"You bitch, he's not dead yet, how can you bury him alive on the spot?"

The sound of killing resounded throughout the sky, and Ji Yun and Ji Hai led tens of thousands of Golden Crow priests to launch a counterattack.

They kept him alive by feeding him food and water on time, but strangely, this didn't seem to have any effect.

"But today, if you look again, the human emperor is sleeping, the ghosts and gods are silent, and all the demons and heroes in the East Continent are avoiding fighting!"

There was another monarch next to him who licked his scarlet lips, his eyes filled with greed and awe.

"kill!"

All the demons in Xitianzhou looked horrified and frightened, and visited the temple one after another.

Decisions will affect the results.

In an instant, a scene of stagnant time and space appeared across the entire ancient city.

After being discovered by two children, they called their parents to bring him back.

In a remote mountain village in Dongzhou, there are dozens of families living with a population of hundreds.

But at the end of the cave, it was blocked by a flag, and the seal lost all its power.

The sound of the sky is rolling, resounding through the clouds in all directions.

They believe in sacrifices and Buzhou Mountain, so they should be protected from demons!

This is a responsibility and also a mission.

It seems that the evil spirits in Xitianzhou are not interested at all in the dozens of households in this area.

The food supply at home is a bit tight because there is one more person.
To be continued...