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Chapter 30 Demon God Bones
  On the vast and primitive land, a group of giants, who were more than ten feet tall, were migrating. They were in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and skinny muscles, and there were many old, weak, sick and disabled people among them.

"Jie Jie, we have found another witch tribe. I can refine my Nether Blood Hand to perfection!"

In mid-air, an evil ghost stood in the air, about ten feet tall, covered in pitch-black scales, with an ugly face, exuding a powerful aura, and clearly possessing the strength of a heavenly catastrophe.

"Ah...it's Demon God Shura!"

The fleeing giant tribe on the ground saw a demon god from hell suddenly appeared in the sky, and they couldn't help but howl in despair.

One of the big men stood up, holding a big ax in one hand and a shield in the other, and let out an unyielding roar.

It's just that the big man's cultivation is only at the stage of returning to the void, and the difference in strength between the two is as big as clouds and mud.

"You, the witch clan's strong blood, are qualified to be the main soul of my Blood Demon Banner!"

The evil Shura ghost laughed ferociously, and with a flick of his finger, all the energy and blood in the big man's body began to boil, as if he was about to escape from his body.

At this moment, a dark red and black cloud suddenly flew from the sky, as fast as thunder and lightning. At first it was only a little bit, and in an instant it was as big as a straw mat, covering the sky and stopping.

"You dare to massacre people from our Witch Clan. It seems that old boy from Styx wants to sleep again!"

A demon god with a human face and a bird's body emerged from the black clouds, surrounded by black evil aura.

The evil Shura ghost was startled at first, and then said: "Who are you? How dare you insult the leader!"

Di Jiang didn't say anything, and he used the Ming Iron Sword, and a blade of extremely cold energy shot out, as if it was going to cut the world in half.

Without any surprise, the evil Shura ghost was directly annihilated by the huge sword energy, and his body was shattered into pieces of ice.

"This is... the breath of the ancestral witch!"

The wizard giants present were excited and knelt on the ground one after another, worshiping devoutly.

"Which tribe are you from?"

The giant holding a big ax and shield knelt on one knee and said: "Xingtian has seen the ancestral witches. We are the witches of the white tribe. Due to the persecution of the Shura Demon Clan, we want to move west to find a place to live!"

"Our ancestral shamans have established the Pangu Palace in Shouyang Mountain to gather the shaman tribes from all over the world. You can go to Shouyang Mountain and receive the blood baptism of Father God!"

Afterwards, Di Jiang handed Xing Tian a few Ten Thousand Poison Yin Thunders and said, "These Yin Thunders can seriously injure the 'Daluo Golden Immortal', and they are enough to protect you and others all the way."

"Thank you Master Zuwu!"

Xing Tian took it solemnly, with an excited look on his face.

Then, the black wings behind Di Jiang flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Shouyang Mountain, Pangu Hall.

A witch Zhu knelt down respectfully and said, "Master Zu Wu, the first batch of witch warriors has been selected."

"Well, let's start the inheritance ceremony!" Demon God Gonggong nodded.

Soon, a total of eight hundred warriors from the Wu clan walked into the majestic hall filled with the ancient atmosphere of the wild and wild wilderness.

Deep in the hall, there is a huge boiling pool of blood.

In the center of the blood pool, there is a huge incomplete heart, which is still beating continuously, and the sound is like thunder, resounding throughout the world.

"Brave warriors of the Wu clan, return to the embrace of Father God and accept the baptism from Father God!" Wu Zhu looked pious.

Then eight hundred witch warriors lined up in a long queue, preparing to jump into the blood pool one by one.

At the front of the queue is Xingtian, who is holding a large shield and an axe. His bloodline is the strongest among the witch clans and his potential is unlimited.

He did not hesitate and dove into the pool of blood.

Suddenly, the blood boiled violently, and threads of red blood crazily merged into Xingtian's body like iron worms.

Xing Tian wailed in pain, his muscles all over his body were tangled and filled with an unparalleled sense of strength.

The big shield and the giant ax were also soaked in blood and water, glowing brightly and being greatly tempered.

Other Wu warriors then jumped into the blood pool in an orderly manner.

The bloodline of some Wu warriors has been greatly tempered, and their strength has greatly increased. But a considerable number of Wu warriors turned into blood, leaving only their armor and weapons floating in the blood pool.

Of the eight hundred Wu clan warriors, less than a hundred survived in the end.

But those who succeeded in the baptism have undergone earth-shaking changes in strength, and the worst ones have cultivation levels in the middle stage of returning to the void.

Xing Tian, ​​in particular, was no less powerful than the ancestral witch when Xia Yi first entered the prehistoric world.

"Father God bless you!"

Wu Zhu looked at the blood-stained Wu warriors in front of him with an excited expression.

In the past, the Witch Clan had always been in a difficult situation in the wilderness because there was no strong Ancestral Witch-level person in charge.

Because of his physical bloodline, he has been used as a weapon refining material for the Demon Clan and the Shura Demon Clan, and even as a food ration.

So much so that Demon Court and Blood Sea have kept a large number of Witch Clan in captivity so that they can enjoy them at any time.

Now, with the return of the ancestral witch, the situation of the witch clan has finally changed.

There was an altar in the center of Pangu Hall, with Xia Yi sitting cross-legged on it. A cool cloud light appeared above his head, with twelve black lotuses on it, and three demon gods sitting on it.

"Roar!"

Another stream of black energy emerged from the black lotus, and then transformed into a big man with fiery red scales all over his body, an animal head and a human body, with two fire snakes pierced in his ears. He roared in his mouth, shocking the world and making a roaring sound.

However, he cut out another evil thought and cut out Zhu Rong among the twelve ancestral witches.

"Now there are still Xuan Ming, Hou Tu, She Bi Corpse, Ju Mang, and the harvest has not been cut out!" Xia Yi pondered in his heart.

Each of the twelve ancestral witch incarnations that were cut out had the strength of two heavenly tribulations, among which Zhu Jiuyin had the strength of three heavenly tribulations.

"The incarnations of the six great ancestral witches sitting in Pangu Hall should be enough!"

Thinking of this, he stood up and said in the air: "System, you can go back!"

[The trip is about to end, please prepare for your return]

Suddenly, the surrounding images instantly distorted, like a kaleidoscope, and then shattered into countless fragments like glass.

After three breaths, Xia Yi appeared in the small courtyard.

"When we enter the wilderness next year, we must have the strength of the Earth Immortal, otherwise we will not be able to suppress the natives of Sanqing Zhunti!"

Xia Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.

Time flows very fast in Xiaohuanghuang, so the strength of the indigenous people there also improves very quickly.

The cleaning of the demon court ruins left only the last six levels of heaven.

Xia Yi is still the second soul and the golden-armored god who leads the battle, highlighting his stability.

boom……

An ancient palace collapsed, billowing dust billowing out.

Just when he was about to clean up the ruins, Li Ran came over in a hurry.

"Sir Tianwei, someone swept out a white skeleton in front of you. The aura is so strong that no one can come forward. Please make your decision!"

"White bones? Could it be a quasi-demon god?!"

Xia Yi was also surprised and quickly went to check.

Soon the two came to a damaged palace, and Xia Yi carefully sacrificed the Xuan Mizhu and turned it into the second soul.

I saw a huge throne in the center of the palace. Standing in the center was a white skeleton, ten feet tall, with a sharp horn on the head and a tail as long as a whip. It was impossible to tell what species it was.

In the center of the skeleton, there was a wooden arrow, which seemed to be made from a random branch. It looked very rough.

(End of this chapter)