"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Let's help Elder Wulong together!"
Many old men stood up in exclaim, seeing the hope of breaking the formation, especially those with good connections, who sacrificed their blood essence and injected it into the formation.
For a time, the power of the array increased by 30%!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The wind surged, as fierce as a magic sword. Wherever it passed, the black mist that formed the formation of Youdu was split into pieces one after another.
There are more and more cracks in the Youdu Formation.
"Damn it, Oolong, you stubborn old guy, if you dare to fight to the end, when the Witch God Cult takes you down, not a single one of your tribe will survive."
Outside the formation, the roar of Orchid Saint was immediately heard, her face was fierce and she seemed to be anxious.
Wulong shouted: "Youlan, you are in a hurry. I want you to look good when I go out!"
Before he finished speaking, Oolong's blood surged into the sky, and he forcibly increased the power of the ancient formation diagram by 30%.
Boom boom boom!
The strong wind is raging, and the Youdu formation is showing signs of disintegration, and is about to be shattered.
"Damn it! I didn't expect that an old man like you is struggling to die, and your abilities are indeed extraordinary."
Saintess Orchid's sinister sneer came, "Unfortunately, in addition to the Youdu Formation, the Witch God Sect also has the Ancient Blood Killing Formation!"
"Everyone listens to the order and starts the ancient blood-killing formation!"
Boom boom boom!
Immediately, blood light rose between heaven and earth. Countless rays of evil blood light shot down from the black mist of the Youdu Formation, and the Youdu Formation immediately turned into a bloody hell.
Under the illumination of these evil bloody lights, the Youdu Formation quickly disintegrated and dissipated, and a larger formation was formed outside the ancient formation, covering the world.
Bathed in the blood light, everyone suddenly felt that the essence and blood in their bodies were showing signs of decay.
The power of the ancient formation diagram that Oolong sacrificed was immediately reduced by 30%, and its power was still declining rapidly.
"It's actually... it's actually the ancient blood-killing formation of the Witch God Sect!"
"Heaven is going to destroy our witch clan!"
Oolong's face was full of despair. He used all his strength and burned himself, and then he was able to break through the Youdu formation. Unexpectedly, there was an ancient blood-killing formation waiting for everyone.
Once trapped by this formation, you will have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. At the end of the day, your body's essence and blood will be refined into pus and blood.
Moreover, eighty-one blood swords were integrated into the ancient blood-killing formation. These blood swords are extremely powerful and can easily kill the powerful witch clan whose strength is comparable to the middle stage of the Golden Core. All tribes of the ancient witch clan are unstoppable.
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"It's over, it's all over."
Shi Yue cried loudly, "This is an ancient blood-killing formation. Its strength is comparable to that of the powerful Wu clan in the middle stage of the Golden Core. None of them can escape. This time we were really wiped out in one fell swoop."
"Oolong, it's all your fault, why do you want to provoke the Witch God Cult?"
Not only Shi Yue, but everyone else panicked when they found out that they were caught in the ancient blood-killing formation. Being confused and frightened are not enough to describe their current situation.
However, Meng Yu had a look of reluctance, flew up, and immediately controlled the power of the wind in the ancient formation diagram to hit the ancient blood-killing formation.
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The ancient blood-killing formation was attacked by the sky-swallowing wind and roared, but it did not suffer any damage.
This made Meng Meng's liver and gallbladder so cold that he lost all hope.
"If you don't have the strength to match the strength of a late-stage Golden Core warrior, you better not try to break the formation."
Saintess Orchid's cold voice came, "You have only one choice now, which is to surrender to the Witch God Cult."
"Otherwise, when the bloody sword flies across the sky, you will be lying dead."
Oolong's tone was sonorous and he yelled angrily: "Saint Youlan, ask me to submit to the Witch God Cult. You can just dream about it!"
"Even if I die, I won't agree to it!"
Saintess Orchid snorted coldly: "You are not afraid of death, aren't others afraid of death?"
"What you do will only lead the ancient tribes of the Wu clan to the end of the road and their destruction."
"You arrogantly believe that the Witch God Cult is a heresy and that taking refuge in the Witch God Cult is self-destruction. But now you are leading everyone to die together. What is the difference between you and us? You are even more ruthless than us!"
"You are the sinner of the Wu clan. You will be nailed to the pillar of shame and bear infamy for eternity."
"You evil girl! When I get out, I will kill you! Pfft!——" Saintess Youlan said every word, and Elder Wulong was so angry that he spurted blood from his mouth.
"Friends of the ancient tribe, do you want Wulong to take you to death with him? There is only one way for you to go now, and that is to kill Wulong."
Orchid Saint continues to fan the flames.
Shi Qiming's eyes sharpened, and he immediately shouted: "Oolong, don't be stubborn and surrender as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."
Immediately afterwards, many old men shouted loudly and persuaded Oolong to throw the rat into the trap.
Oolong burst into tears and was distraught: "Heaven wants me to destroy my witch clan!——"
"Since you are afraid of death, then go ahead."
"I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore."
Oolong was not afraid of death, nor could he bear to lead the strong men of the Wu clan to die together. He immediately removed the ancient formation diagram, and the nine formation bones fell from the sky, and the light quickly dimmed.
Wulong lost all his thoughts and fell between heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to have aged a hundred years, and the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.
He is not dead, but his heart seems to be dead.
"Father!--"
Wushan hugged Wulong and cried loudly.
Wulong gritted his teeth and said: "I, the Wushan clan, would rather disappear in the long river of time than bow to the Witch God Sect."
Meng Meng's gaze swept across the various tribes of the ancient witch clan, with tears streaming down his face and grief-stricken: "A bunch of rabble, a bunch of pigs and dogs without faith. I, Meng Meng, overestimated you."
Saintess Orchid snorted coldly: "Meng Zhen, the matter has come to this, and you are still unwilling to surrender. Do you want to die with Oolong?"
"You should know that your medium's blood is an extremely precious bloodline for our Witch Clan. If you are willing to return to the Witch God Cult, your status will be second only to this saint and the leader."
"I hope you will seriously consider this."
Meng Zhen looked forward to death: "The Witch God Cult killed my parents. I, Meng Zhen, are incompatible with the Wu God Cult. Even if I become a ghost, I will never join the Wu God Cult."
"If you can't take revenge, what's the point of living?"
After saying that, Meng Yu said to Elder Wulong: "Elder Wulong, if you and I walk together on the road to Huangquan, we will never be alone."
Wulong also looked forward to death: "Although we cannot see the day when the Witch God Sect is destroyed, my God of War of the Witch Clan has returned, and he will destroy the Witch God Sect sooner or later."
"Our death is meaningful."
Saintess Orchid snorted coldly: "Two wretches actually comforted each other before they died? This Saintess will help you!"
"Blood Sword, come out!"
Before he finished speaking, a bloody flying sword flew out from the ancient blood-killing formation and slashed towards Meng Zhen.
puff!
Before Meng Yu could react, the cold light pierced his chest, blood spattered, and his body flew hundreds of feet away and fell on the bloody light.
But Meng Zhen stood up immediately, his chest was stained with blood, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes: "You Lan, I, Meng Zhen, set a curse today with the blood of the medium!"
"I have cursed you Youlan and your descendants. The men will be slaves for generations, and the women will be prostitutes for generations!"
After saying that, Meng Yu started to use the secret curse of the witch clan, and the blood on his body rushed straight into the void, as if it was directly heard by the sky, and he appealed to the sky.
"Meng Meng! Do you dare to curse this saint? Go to hell!——"
The Orchid Saint was furious and furious. She controlled a blood sword and struck Meng Yu's chest directly.
Meng Meng, who had completed the curse, did not change his expression at this moment and went to die generously.
Just when the blood sword flew ten feet in front of Meng Zhen, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Meng Zhen.
I saw the person coming with his big hand in the air and captured the bloody sword alive.