The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

"What's there to panic about?"

"The Blood Witch God is dead. Relying on the defense of the ancestral land, even if they try hard for a moment, they won't be able to hold on for long."

At the dome, another radiant light witch goddess sneered and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

She has a moonflower silk ribbon wrapped around her shoulders and a white thorn cloth armor around her waist. Her neck is exposed to a spring light, and her thighs are exposed to a snowy color. There is no hint of flattery in her body, and she still has a peaceful and holy beauty.

"Guanghe, Guangyu, come with me to fight."

"Yes, Sister Zhi."

One command, two responses, and three pillars of holy light rushed into the sky.

Behind the leader Wu Guangzhi, a five-clawed white dragon appeared.

The white dragon had a thick head and long body, and its back was covered with scales. The dragon's claws held four balls of light. The dragon's tail flicked, and the clear dragon roar shook the sky and the earth.

Wu Guanghe and Wu Guangyu followed behind, and the illusions of a white fox and a golden bear appeared behind them respectively.

One is as holy as a cloud and as soft as tofu.

He is upright and courageous.

The white fox neighed and injected a milky white light towards the five-clawed white dragon.

The golden bear roared like it was carrying a golden mountain on its back, completely smashing into the body of the five-clawed white dragon.

"Yin——"

The five-clawed white dragon became gigantic again, reaching a height of tens of thousands of meters in an instant.

It coils around the void, and every time it swings its claws, it will inevitably shatter a large cloud of blood.

If the dragon's mouth is opened, like a whale swallowing the sea, swallowing a huge rain of blood into its belly, the pervasive death crisis in the air will inevitably decrease significantly.

"The Great Witch of Light is mighty!"

"Guang He and Guang Yu are both the mainstays of the Jade Master. The vision of the Holy Spirit Fox and the Sun Bear is an eye-opener for us!"

A group of low-ranking aliens who were obviously vassals slapped the witch's fart loudly.

Of course, their calls were quickly drowned out, and more vassals were marveling at Wu Guangqing's ruthlessness and strength, unable to take into account the other light witch goddesses.

"Shuashuashua——"

The illusion of the twelve-winged holy angel stands tall in the sky and on the earth, almost turning into a god.

Every piece of white feathers fell down, and it was a powerful slash of holy light. The blazing heat of the sun and the desolation of the moon were perfectly integrated under such a slash.

Wu Xuelu, who faced off against him, was locked in a tough battle from beginning to end.

Both witches are protected by the blood of the witch ancestors, but when one comes to the realm of false gods, the other is still the standard perfection.

The gap here seems to be one foot, but in fact it is thousands of feet. It has been difficult to surpass since ancient times.

"As expected of the most valued descendant of the Light Witch God, he became a saint in the tenth era of the Ancient Era, entered the first era of the New Era, and was successfully promoted to the Holy Perfection!"

"Then it took a whole era to settle down, and in the second era of the New Era, we have actually touched the gate of heaven, and are only a hair away from becoming a god!"

There was a Corpse Witch King holding a scepter and couldn't help but sigh.

Another baby wizard king, who was as big as a human baby, was hiding in the cradle, with a pacifier in his mouth and said thiefly:

"I heard that Wu Guangqing's methods are extremely cruel."

"In order to reach the realm of false gods, she slaughtered dozens of bright saints."

"Especially the Holy Angel lineage. Since the suspected death of the Holy Angel, Wu Guangqing has led the team. Anyone who has anything to do with the light element has been exterminated by her."

"For her to become a false god, the flesh and blood of the Holy Angel must have played a key role."

"The blood witches are unwilling to bend their knees and suffer humiliation. There is only one end - death."

"The unstoppable light wizard clan is destined to become an immortal myth in the world of spirits. If we follow it to the death, we will definitely get a sip of fresh soup!"

As he spoke, the Infant Witch King spit out his pacifier and cried loudly.

It activates the racial skill "Infant Cry", and the harsh sound waves tear apart the obstacles in front of it.

When it reached the location of the blood cocoon, the sound wave still did not weaken, forcibly cutting the blood cocoon and further tearing apart the entrance to the blood witch's ancestral land.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"The Blood Witch Goddess is handed over to the Light Witch, and the other branches, vassals and subordinates will be slaughtered by me!"

The entire face of the Infant Witch King was split open, and the terrifying laughter blessed the sound waves.

In the space invisible to the naked eye, knives flew and swords danced, and cold light that cut iron like mud followed one after another.

"Blood... goes crazy!"

A cold drink sounded like it was squeezed out from between teeth.

Wu Xuelu looked up to the sky and screamed wildly, her blood-red long wavy hair grew wildly, and fell to the ground like a vine between her fingers. An opaque blood-colored waterfall blocked the front of the Infant Witch King with a ferocious and abrupt posture. .

"The blood witch clan, acting clan leader, Wu Xuelu."

"According to my witchcraft order, we will not retreat or surrender in this battle. All my blood witches, whether core or vassals, will protect the remains of the witch ancestor to the death! Protect the holy land of the witch ancestor to the death!"

boom--

The sound of the great bell penetrates the heaven and the earth.

In the Blood Medicine Hall, powder fell off the walls, cracks climbed, and the entire temple was on the verge of collapse.

Ye Hanjun looked up at the sky, looking at the mottled blood shadows on the sky, listening to the arrogant ancient wizard's words, his eyes were blank and his expression was confused.

Why did it look like this when I woke up?

Entering the second era of the new universe, only about two hundred years have passed, and the enemy race is so hungry that they can't wait any longer?

"Boy, the war has begun."

"After all, it's my mother-in-law's family. These little wolf cubs are pretending to be powerful. If they don't get a good education, they really think they are invincible."

Outside the Blood Medicine Palace, Bertnar, who was like a vampire bat hanging upside down on the eaves, slowly opened his graceful glazed eyes.

He spat out the herb stalks in his mouth, and his handsome features still exuded a casual coolness, as if nothing could concern him.

"Brother, take the first step."

"The stage is yours, you can do whatever you want, it doesn't matter if the world falls apart."

Bertnar waved his hand toward the palace, and a pair of golden bat wings slowly opened on his back.

He began to float in the air, rising very slowly and without any amazing momentum.

But if someone observes from the front, they can find that the expression of Vampire Prince Bertnar becomes more and more plain, until... he is as cold as ice!

"Hula——"

A crimson gust of wind blew past, and Bertnar appeared out of thin air above the Infant Witch King.

He was hanging upside down in the sky, his arms folded lazily, and his beautiful face seemed to be examining an ant.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-"

The Infant Witch King is still crying. As long as its skills are not interrupted, their power will increase exponentially the longer they are maintained.

Suddenly, a pale hand grabbed its neck, with a terrifying force that could knock down mountains, and broke the fragile neck.

"Uh uh uh……"

The Infant Witch King couldn't believe it. When he came to his senses, he subconsciously covered his neck and gasped for air.

Only then did it realize that there was a figure above its head, and the shadows hanging down just covered its eyes.

"Poor little lamb, God will bless you."

Bertnar smiled pitifully and casually threw the still warm body of the Infant Witch King on the ground.

He turned around and looked at the nearest Corpse Witch King.

Before his golden wings could flap, blood bats pounced out from behind him, all aiming at the body of the Infant Witch King. They lunged in, pounced on food, lunged in, pounced on food, and the cycle repeated.

Three breaths - only three breaths.

The blood bat returned to Bertnar's body, his skin turned red, his suave temperament was deflected ninety degrees, his eyes were colder than icebergs, and his murderous intent was heavier than the abyss.

"Ye's guardian spirit... damn it!"

The Corpse Witch King turned around and ran away. His running posture would have made the witches laugh out loud if he were not in a fight.

But at this time, no one can laugh, no witch dares to laugh.

Bertnar disappeared from the spot, followed by a long afterimage. He pinched the corpse wizard king's neck and twisted it hard.

"I almost forgot, you are in charge of the corpse path, it is more difficult to die."

Bertnar hit it with his elbow, completely breaking off the head of the Corpse Witch King, and threw the lower half of its body to the ground.

Then he raised his toes, and the shiny black boots with pointed corners reflected the holy light in the sky, and stepped on them without hesitation.

"boom!!"

The force of falling was like the sky collapsing.

A blood-colored wave covering a hundred miles in radius spread out around that inconspicuous boot.

The ground faded away from traces of desolation and sank several meters downward.

You must know that this is the ancestral land of blood witches. The inside and outside are not forged from divine gold, but are inlaid with formation patterns. The hardness is beyond the imagination of ordinary holy spirits.

But it was still dented, and the Corpse Witch King at the center changed from a melee witch-favored spirit with a physique comparable to that of a savage beast, to a flat, eroded, indescribable substance.

It died very completely, all the spiritual substances in its flesh and blood were stripped away by the blood, and there was no possibility of reorganization.

And the soul that was about to move was pulled out by Bertnar alone, crushed into powder like a stone on the roadside, and fell ruthlessly.

"Wow~~~"

A light blue cloud slowly moved to the top of Bertnar's head.

Bertnar raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a bit of blood burst out from his pupils.

The clouds exploded instantly, revealing a strange witch in a blue dance dress, swaying her beautiful skirt, looking forward to her life, like a goddess descending to earth.

"Hey, when did the cloud witch lineage get involved with the light witch?"

"If I remember correctly, you are the rulers of the sea of ​​clouds among the nine seas in the late Archaic Era and even the early Modern Era. You have ruled for fifty to sixty thousand years and left behind many myths and legends."

Bertnar whistled and chuckled.

The Cloud Witch Goddess Wu Yundie, who was being scrutinized by him up and down, looked deserted and turned a deaf ear:

"Why bother mentioning things in the past today?"

"Although our Yun Wu clan does not have a second Yun Wu God, it will never reach its peak."

"But on the eve of the death of the Cloud Witch God, he promised to give his godhood to the Light Witch. The reason why the Light Witch God is now a god is not the credit of our clan."

"We have two bloodlines, one is the old master of Yunhai, and the other is the new master of Yunhai. We are brothers and sisters, and we have been living in a friendly relationship so far. We will not tolerate you sowing discord."

When the sound fell, blue clouds covered the sky and turned into a big blue bird, pounced on the vampire prince.

Burtnar showed a playful smile. He didn't dodge or dodge. He kicked off the ground and flew his wings into the air. He split open the big bird like an arrow that defeated the devil and went straight to the Cloud Witch Goddess.

"Think of me as one of those clowns?"

Wu Yundie chuckled, his arms fell together, the sky light flashed, and the two cloud mountains crashed down.

Bertnar dodged sideways and got out of the way, and when he tried to charge forward again, he saw two cloud turtles flying around, not only forcing him back, but also trying to smash the Witch Blood Bi on the other side.

"You woman who is in the way, get out of the way!"

Bertnar flashed again and kicked out with a straight kick. Wu Xuebi, who was half-conscious and half-shocked, could not stop him. He flew far away and completely escaped from the battlefield just now.

When she came back to her senses, she was shaking with anger, but it was not directed at Bertnar, but at the Cloud Witch Goddess.

However, Wu Yundie, like Wu Guangqing, had never seen Wu Xuebi once.

She locked onto Bertnar, and while the other party was distracted, the endless clouds of mist rolled downwards, instantly blocking his retreat.

"Both are the Holy Perfection, it's not that easy to distinguish between superior and inferior."

"It's a pity that I am a descendant of the gods. The glory of the witch ancestor is engraved in my soul. You can't escape with your wings. You will definitely die today."

Wu Yundie said nonchalantly, with a faint murderous intention finally roaring like boiling sea water.

"Ta...ta..."

"Ta...ta...ta..."

From single combat to separate fights, to the final melee.

The blood witch ancestral land has never been so lively, and there has never been so much blood of the most holy fetuses scattered on the ground along with the noisy wind.

Wu Xuelu, Wu Xuebi, Wu Xueyu, Wu Xueshi, Wu Xuewan, Wu Xuexin... except for the pregnant Wu Xuelan who was not seen, all the blood witch goddesses who stayed in the ancestral land participated in the battle.

In addition, the blood witch clan also has its own guardian holy spirit.

The quantity and quality may not be as good as the Ye's, but they are loyal enough to join the battle without any hesitation.

Chaos is about to break out, and blood cannons will occasionally be fired from the ancestral land, or blood blessings will be provided to assist one's defense and counterattack.

But this is not enough.

The two giants of Light Wizard, Cloud Wizard, and Yun Hai worked together to teleport nearly half of the high-end combat power in the general's territory here.

They broke through the door with force and invaded on a large scale. Who was responsible for the main battle, who was responsible for the dirty tricks, and who was responsible for treating the wounded... The division of labor was orderly and the goals were very clear.

Watching helplessly, the Blood Witch Goddess was severely injured, and the Guardian Holy Spirit was suppressed by the absolute rank and died suddenly with one blow.

Lord Yehan slowly crawled out of the blood pool, with a strange light flickering in his black and red pupils.

"Senior, is this the catastrophe you predicted?"

"The Blood Witch Ancestral Land and the Ye Clan's Ancestral City have always been linked. In the most critical moment, they will open the transmission channel at all costs and support each other."

"There are no reinforcements now, which is enough to show that the situation facing the family will only be a hundred times more serious than the blood witch's..."

"Go ahead."

In the spiritual world, a long-lost voice of a young boy is gentle and steady:

"Light Wizard, Cloud Wizard... Sea of ​​Clouds..."

"When Ye Shura was still alive, I never looked at him seriously. I didn't expect that he would pretend to be now..."

"I allow you to use the power of the mark to kill them."

"Remember, the slaps must be loud and the strikes must be ruthless. My allies of the Ye family cannot stand a little bullying. Since they are so arrogant and domineering to the witches, they should be begging for mercy. The reincarnation of cause and effect should be like this."

"yes."

Ye Hanjun heard the sound of the lock opening, and some ancient power went from being stationary to becoming turbulent.

He slowly straightened his back, and dozens of explosions came from his spine. The aura that should have been calm and level as a mirror rose visibly to the naked eye.

"Wow——"

He was wearing the prison-suppressing robe, but Lord Ye Han did not summon the Judge's Pen or the Book of Life and Death. Instead, he patted the little guy's butt on his shoulder, and then called to the Goose Immortal not far away.

"Hahaha, here comes another opportunity for me to show my talents!"

Goose Immortal scratched his ears and cheeks, he couldn't wait for a long time.

Ye Hanjun gently exerted his strength and jumped on its back. The goose immediately flapped its wings and performed a vertical climb.

"Hula hula——"

The flying speed of the Goose Immortal is relatively not very fast.

If compared with the Holy Fetus, it is even worse, and there is no suspense at all.

But it was fearless and kept charging forward.

After it rushed through the blood cocoon and officially arrived outside the blood witch's ancestral land, it screamed and suddenly lost control of its body, falling straight to the ground like a heavy stone.

"What is this? A fetus of heaven and earth?"

On the ground, there is a hard metal witch, dark and stupid.

She had just defeated a group of blood witch clan vassals who were born in the world, and was chewing the hardest parts of the prey's body to enhance the defensive performance of the metal armor.

The Goose Fairy suddenly appeared and fell suddenly. She was slightly frightened, thinking that there was another guardian spirit appearing in the ancestral land.

When I saw it clearly, I found that this goose was not only petite, but also had a pitifully weak breath.

The metal witch led by the Holy Spirit couldn't help but widen her eyes, with the word surprise written all over her face:

"Are you here to die?"

"Bloodline seems to be quite special, but you are too weak. I don't want to eat you, and I have no interest at all."

"You're the one who came here to die."

The Great Goose cursed.

The laws outside are too confusing. There are traces of various battles between holy spirits. Simply relying on the perfect rank of heaven and earth, it actually has no right to fly.

In other words, if it only relies on itself, as long as it dares to step into this battlefield, it will only be killed.

"Hey, there's another human."

"That's weird. You have red hair. Are you a human raised by the Blood Witch Clan?"

"But why did I hear that the Blood Witch Clan will not easily sign a contract with humans, even the Ye Clan people..."

The metal witch seemed to be unhurried and calm as she didn't feel threatened.

Ye Hanjun glanced at her and suddenly touched his abdomen with his palm.

"Zi la!!"

An astonishing flash of lightning flashed, and out of thin air, the outline of a cross blue sword emerged, as if growing out of nothingness.

When it was completely suspended behind Lord Ye Han, the Metal Witch's complexion changed, and she immediately raised a metal fist with a diameter of more than five meters and smashed it forward.

"Boom!!!"

The sword thunder moved, and this time what was swept out was not a sword light as thin as a hair, but a sword light as broad as a towering ancient tree.

There was a bang, and the metal fist was blocked in mid-air, and it fell into a moment of stiffness.

The crackling thunder arc suddenly climbed up the arm and quickly jumped to the metal witch's body, rendering the dark body as dazzling as a star.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Jian Leizi's offensive was as dense as needles and as manic as the torrential rain.

It actually detached itself from Lord Yehan's back, pointed the tip of the sword at the metal witch's nostril, and inserted it with the force of the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

The metal witch wanted to raise her arms to block the sword.

But her body was paralyzed and she couldn't move. She could only watch as the thunder sword was inserted into her body, and then... bang!

The loud noise attracted the prying eyes of nearby creatures.

Wu Xuebi, who lost one eye and one leg, suddenly emerged from the rain of blood.

On the other side, another white and silver metal witch narrowed her eyes slightly, and strong murderous intent spread along the metal armor.

"The Holy Spirit of Thunder Element?"

"The blood witch clan has fallen into decline. With your attributes, most of the gods will welcome you, treat you as a guest, and be willing to provide you with various training resources."

"You have a bright future. Why bother sailing with this ship that is about to capsize? Why not join the sea of ​​clouds and become one of us... What do you think?"

Facing the second metal witch's tentative approach, Lord Ye Han glanced at her lightly and said calmly:

"Ming Deng Ye's clan will not retreat or surrender. If there is still one breath left, we will fight to the end."

"Stop talking nonsense, the death knell has tolled for you." (End of Chapter)