"Witch...Witch...Witch..."

Twelve ancestral witches condensed by the illusion of Taoism, roaring to the sky, with human faces and animal bodies, and bound dragons and snakes in their hands.

Miao Jingjing was furious and upset, as if her mind was affected, the power of the five elements, the power of thunder and lightning, space, time, wind and rain... these powers were all involved.

"Boom boom boom..."

Ning Tao and Mo Tuntian retreated continuously, not daring to confront each other head-on. Now they are both spending a lot of money, so they need to be cautious.

According to legend, the period of the twelve ancestral witches of the witchcraft religion was the most prosperous and glorious period.

But since then, it seems that luck has come to an end, and no one knows what happened that year.

In Ning Tao's opinion, Miao Jingjing's Taoism is not that simple. To be precise, she used a certain method to imprint the Taoism of the Twelve Ancestors.

It should be Yan Feitian's method. After all, he is the ninth reincarnation, and his methods are unimaginable.

The outside world was stunned.

The legendary Twelve Immortals, now seen with my own eyes, are actually people from the Yan Mo Palace. Could it be that the righteous way of their Daluo Immortal Palace cannot compare with them?

How powerful is the Lord of Yan Mo Palace...

"Damn it, what should we do now?" Xia Mengfei, Bai Yue and others were worried and at a loss.

Ning Tao was silent. Currently, their alliance in the world had fought several battles in a row, but they were all very exhausted and suffered heavy injuries.

Looking back at the two of them, Mo Tuntian came well prepared, and Miao Jingjing had twelve immortals. They were similar to each other, but Miao Jingjing was the most powerful.

At this time, if they can be restored to their peak strength, perhaps the whole situation will be greatly changed.

However, at this moment, a familiar joking laughter came: "It seems that fellow Taoists need some milk."

As he spoke, blue light glowed under his feet, and rich and pure vitality poured into his body, limbs and eight meridians. His wounds, fatigue, and spiritual power were all recovering.

"Eh...this...?"

Ning Tao was stunned and turned his head in surprise.

Suddenly, not far behind him, he saw Mu Taoist who appeared in time and was casting a spell.

"I said, where have you been? Why are you so mysterious?" Ning Tao asked in surprise.

"I'm not good at fighting, so I hid. Let's not talk about it for now. The current war situation is urgent, so I have to do my best."

Mu Taoist smiled slightly, made obscure seals with his hands, and had a solemn expression on his face. This area actually glowed with green light.

Before he was done, he opened another wound on his palm and dripped a drop of emerald green blood into the ground. The surrounding vegetation grew wildly and was full of vitality. In the blink of an eye, thousands of people from the Tianxia Alliance were wrapped in it.

"Immortal technique, Wood Emperor's regeneration technique!"

Thousands of people were shocked and felt incredible. The originally seriously injured body suddenly became lighter.

The cracked wounds, broken bones, and dried spiritual energy were all miraculously healed and restored. Not only did they recover to their peak, but they also recovered to 70 to 80% in a short time. It was truly astonishing.

"This...is this the legendary Wood Emperor Body?"

"Oh my god, it is said that he is called a walking immortal elixir. His blood, flesh and blood, even his hair, are all rare treasures."

"And this magical effect is even more amazing than the legend says. No wonder so many people want to take it for themselves..."

Thousands of people were excited.

However, after Mu Taoist performed this technique, his breath quickly became weak and his face turned as white as paper.

But Mo Tuntian, Dou Meng and others were all shocked, this... this felt like a bummer.

Can you still play like this?

Isn't this bullying?

Who allowed me to bring back blood and heal on the field?

Suddenly, Mo Tuntian's eyes lit up. If he eats or kills the Wood Emperor Body, maybe the channel key will be revealed.

Immediately, he dodged and rushed towards him, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Are you... looking for death!"

Ning Tao was furious, his breath soared rapidly, he punched like a dragon, the air collapsed, and he punched out fiercely.

"not good…"

"Big Demon...Swallowing Heaven Fist!"

Mo Tun Tian shook his fist in shock and anger. This guy's aura was stronger than at his peak. Does he have no limit? He becomes stronger when he is strong, and becomes stronger when he is weak. Why should he be shameless?

He only heard a loud "bang", and after only a moment of stalemate, he felt the ancient yak bump into him, his throat felt sweet, and he immediately flew out...

In terms of martial arts, he was greatly suppressed, and the miraculous devouring effect that was supposed to occur was completely useless.

I remember that when he was practicing this technique, the high priest told him that it had advantages and disadvantages.

The Great Demon Devouring Heaven Technique is very suitable for you. Only you can use it to perfection, but it has a drawback.

That is, remember not to meet a person, a man as terrifying as the abyss.

If you compare yourself with him, you will know what it means to die miserably. It is an egg against a stone, an egg against a stone, a little brat boxing with a majestic giant of 100 feet.

There is also a piece of advice: if you encounter him, even if you become the emperor, there is only one word: run away.

Mo Tuntian knew that the Ning Tao in front of him was not him, but he should be his descendant. In this world, there was a second person who could restrain him...

"Damn it, Lord Tuntian!"

Magic Armor and others rushed forward anxiously.

Ning Tao withdrew his fist and felt indescribably refreshed, and so did everyone else, who was full of energy.

"Ahem..."

Mu Taoist looked weak, as if he had no strength to stand up, but Ning Tao supported him and let him sit on the ground and meditate peacefully.

"That's all I can do, the rest... it's all up to you, ahem..."

Ning Tao nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, no matter what, I will not let Yan Modian and Mo Zizi win."

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he seemed to feel something being stuffed into his right hand?

Just when I was about to open my palm and take a look, I suddenly heard Mu Taoist murmur: "Be careful, this is one of my special skills, the Wood Emperor Talisman, it can make you recover again."

"Remember, be careful of the people around you..."

Ning Tao looked solemn, but found that Mu Taoist was already sitting cross-legged in meditation. He glanced at his right hand and found that the thing disappeared and was replaced by cyan runes.

It has been imprinted on his right hand, and as long as he uses a ray of spiritual power to activate it, he can be filled with life.

What on earth does this guy want to say...

However, at this time, Miao Jingjing's confused rationality finally came to her senses, and she was furious. Three thousand black hairs were flying, the twelve ancestral witches roared, and a big witch bone staff shone slightly, as if the witch god was reincarnated and came to kill Ning Tao.

Motuntian also turned red-eyed, gritted his teeth directly, and sacrificed a demonic cauldron with the devil inscribed on it. He bared his teeth and claws, exuding endless demonic energy, which was extremely terrifying.

This is the demon clan’s imperial weapon, the clan’s most precious treasure, the Nine Prisons Demon Suppressing Cauldron!

"Ning Tao, suffer death!"

Ning Tao twisted his neck and smiled coldly. On the side, Xia Mengfei suddenly came over and held his hand with a jade hand, like a goddess of fire.

"Ancestral Dragon Technique, Dragon Transformation!"
Chapter completed!