"How long have I been asleep?" Wuhan's eyes flashed slightly and he looked at the male master in front of him.

After his soul was separated, his face was revealed, and the four members of the family could clearly see his true appearance.

For Wu Ke, this is a taboo.

Anyone who witnesses the true appearance will die.

A dark light appeared at the fingertips, and when the words came out, it seemed that he was ready to wipe out the male master's life.

"Brother, you are really lucky. You were struck by lightning and still unharmed. You must be a strong practitioner, right?" the male host said, handing over the bowl of water again.

Then he gave a signal with his eyes and asked his wife to quickly bring the remaining grain.

"Uncle, you slept for a total of fourteen days and seven hours, and I always remember it." The little girl next to her blinked and said.

She was a little younger than her brother, and her disheveled hair was uncombed, but it still couldn't hide her fair, childish face that was as carved as porcelain.

Seeing this, Wu Kuan hesitated a little. The black light gradually disappeared from his fingertips, and he took the bowl of water.

Different from the past, Ji Zu only made a slight move and then retreated, unwilling to get into a fierce battle.

If it had been before, Ji Zu would have let him go.

The black clouds were annihilated, and the red wings were broken, revealing a figure with a panicked look.

He looked up slightly, but saw nothing.

The rice bag failed to be caught by the little boy and fell all over the floor.

The God of Plague is still as powerful as before and cannot be looked at directly.

It can be seen from the distance that more and more demons from Xitianzhou are coming here.

"These are my people."

He didn't want Yun Hai to be disappointed again, and he didn't want Yun Hai's death to be worthless.

Covered in haze, the past is no longer visible.

But now, Yunhai's two beloved disciples have been wiped out by the God of Plague, and all the Golden Crow priests in the tribe are fighting.

"Is Dongzhou... okay now?" Wu Mei took a sip of the well water and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

The Wu Ke Gui Wu Shen in the cognition is so lonely and aloof, how can he have such a posture.

Turning his head, he saw Wu Ke's pale mask, filled with a sinister and cold aura.

Countless pairs of blood-colored eyes stared at him and let out shrill and harsh laughter.

"Leave me alone, run away!" The male host threw the rice bag to the little boy.

Go across the horizon and cut off the red wings in an instant!

boom!

The sky boomed, accompanied by a shrill scream.

"You have changed a lot since then." The God of Plague spoke softly, and his hoarse voice fell into Ji Zu's ears.

But soon, he covered his mouth with a look of horror.

"A few days ago, the human priests issued an urgent order asking us not to go out, and then many powerful evil spirits appeared."

A pair of bloody hands suddenly poked out and dunked ruthlessly downward.

The little boy held up the clay figurine and looked at this picture, stunned in place.

He laughed miserably, but before he could self-destruct, a sword light suddenly poured out, with a terrifying and heretical edge.

Wherever it touched, the black clouds were crushed into pieces, until the countless pairs of blood-colored eyes revealed inside showed a look of fear on the spot.

As the barrier opens and closes to protect the village, there are also words from heaven and earth that resound throughout the wilderness.

The fishy wind came, and the little boy tightly held the clay figurine in his hand, only to see that the bloody hand in the sky suddenly collapsed.

The celestial phenomena in the East Continent are dim and dull, and the evil atmosphere of the West Continent is all under the eight wastes.

But he had reached his limit and was unable to hurt the God of Plague at all. Now he was even more unable to fight back.

That night, the hostess, who had not been able to wait for her husband for a long time, looked even more anxious.

"Silly boy..." The male host closed his eyes in despair.

The little boy is full of ambition, and it seems that in his eyes, the chess piece in his hand is extremely powerful.

Half a month after the melee broke out, Dongzhou began to fall completely.

"Of course, he is a symbol of strength!" the little boy said cheerfully, killing everyone in front of his sister and eating a lot of cards.

She stood there at a loss, and her blood-stained eyes stared at her again, gradually coming closer.

Along with the drifting blood rain, cold wind blew from all directions in the village, making it feel slightly chilly while howling.

Over the ancient city of Yuanyuan, the plague domain shrouded the city, and most of the tens of thousands of Golden Crow priests perished.

"The situation in Dongzhou is over. All the heroes are silent. They no longer look like they used to. They are obviously afraid of being beaten. If you insist on doing this, you will just lose your life in vain."

The black clouds set off heavy waves, rolling with countless pairs of blood-colored eyes, carrying greed and madness, and headed towards the small village.

Without even making the slightest move, he was blown away by the shadow of the sword.

"Still crying? If you cry again, I will throw you out and let the devil eat you!" the hostess said angrily.

A wave of spatial distortion suddenly appeared, turning into an invisible palm and gently clasping his neck.

Black clouds are coming, with all kinds of depth.

The roar echoed, and the fluctuations of the spell flashed in the sky.

The two children rushed forward in a hurry, and the hostess hurriedly picked up the shovel at the door.

His hands were trembling, but he still raised them, holding a clay figurine wet with sweat, and pointed it in the air.

…

The obsession in his heart surpassed everything else.

Wu Ke didn't turn around, he turned into a black sword with a flick of his sleeves, cut through the sky and left.

There was another flag in his hand, and there were four evil ghost figures beside it, slowly squirming and staring closely at Ji Zu.

Wu Kuai turned his head and smiled slightly.

At this moment, the little boy seemed to understand something. Seeing Wumei stepping up in the air, he quickly ran forward and shouted, "Uncle, where are you going?"

The whispers swirl around the world, carrying loneliness and murderous intent.

She stood at the door, looking into the distance, as if eagerly hoping to see her husband's figure in her sight.

He finally raised his index finger, and the gray miasma opened and closed, flicking towards Ji Zu with the force of crushing the space.

Soon, time passed by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

There are lines and marks, shining like breath, but they are getting darker.

Ji Zu gritted his teeth and once again activated the remaining essence in his body.

Until suddenly, a chill came over, causing the menacing face in the cloth to squirm and freeze.

"King Qi is here, evil spirits retreat!"

"There are several other golden ones on our chessboard. If my sister can't draw the same golden ones, she will lose."

This battle lasted for seven days.

"After blocking me for seven days, you are indeed a little better than the sacrificial queen back then." The God of Plague flicked his sleeves, and an evil dragon roared, and landed suddenly in front of Ji Zu.

Miasma surrounded his body, destroying all vitality. A huge seal condensed the sky. This was Ji Zu's last resort.

He didn't expect that in the eyes of the world, he would be a monster with three heads and six arms, a terrifying appearance, and black wings on his back.

The little boy shut up immediately and kept sobbing, his eyes watering.

"You are really persistent." The God of Plague smiled lightly.

"My child, when you grow up, I will accept you as my disciple, if... I am still alive."

"Where did you get your belief? You are so stupid that you disappoint me." The God of Plague shook his head.

In just a moment, the God of Plague's territory was cut open, and it was slashed head-on, destroying the dead and dry, until the two halves of the four evil ghost bodies were separated!

This sudden change made the Plague God's aura somewhat confused.

The voice conveyed, but the hostess couldn't hear it clearly.

"Many nearby cities have fallen, and a big demon king is raiding them. The refugees have been displaced and are running away, hiding in the wilderness. Maybe they can save their lives."

Two children were playing chess around the table. Wuhan noticed that the chess pieces they used were all clay figurines with imprinted words on the backs.

Ji Zu didn't know who had the dark code in his hands, and who was at war with another god.

This seven-day battle is a real life-and-death battle.

Wu Kuan couldn't help laughing and gently rubbed his little head.
To be continued...