Such a strange phenomenon appeared at the Ancestral Witch Altar,
The Witch Lord sitting at the back stood up suddenly in disbelief.
"Who has desecrated the ancestral witch!"
"Desecrating the ancestral witch is a serious crime and cannot be forgiven!"
The ancestral witch is the ancestor of all witches. He has created a road to the sky for the witch clan and enjoys the worship of hundreds of millions of witch clans.
Ranked first among all wizard gods.
However, in such a tribal war, someone who rebelled against the ancestors actually appeared!
Damage to the Ancestral Witch Altar.
Blasphemy the ancestral witch!
Such a serious crime is enough to implicate the entire tribe and even the ethnic group.
The earth trembled crazily, and all the Witch Kings stood stunned for a moment before madness raged on the earth.
The war took a huge turn.
The Ancestral Witch Altar of the Gonggong Department was damaged and could no longer absorb the souls between heaven and earth. There was no need to continue the war.
The sorcerer kings of the Zhurong tribe fought desperately, hoping to gain more hunting credits at the last moment.
The Shaman King of the Gonggong Department worked hard to intercept and kill the Shaman King of the Zhurong Department to prevent them from continuing to slaughter wantonly on the battlefield.
Li Changan put away the small fragment of the chain from the ancestral witch altar, pretended to be seriously injured, buried the hole he walked through in the ground, and then slowly climbed up from the deep hole where he was knocked down.
The shaman soldiers of the Communist Party of China who rushed through these potholes were stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards him.
"That abominable great witch from Zhurong is not dead yet, kill him!"
"If you take him down, the Witch Kings will definitely give you a reward."
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There was a problem with their ancestral witch altar and they had to retreat.
Even after this battle, many rewards disappeared.
But if you kill this great shaman of the Zhurong Department during the retreat, there will definitely be a reward from above.
Li Changan staggered a few times, two flaming swords appeared in his hands, grinned, and rushed directly into the enemy group.
Qiang Shou caught sight of the fire in the aqua blue with his peripheral vision, and suddenly shouted to Qiang Shi in surprise, "You Ming is not dead yet, bring him back."
A living future Witch King is worth even more.
For them, Witch Kings, only in battles would they have the opportunity to obtain the blood of ancestral witches.
Only by finding one more ally and forming alliances in future wars can we gain more credit.
This Netherworld is a valued ally of the two brothers. It would be a pity to leave it here.
Qiang Shi also discovered Li Changan's figure, "I knew he wouldn't die yet."
"Take action!"
After the two brothers tried their best to repel their opponents, Qiang Shi turned around and rushed towards Li Changan.
Behind Qiang Shou, there was a bang and two arms stretched out.
The aura on his body surged again, and he actually blocked the attacks of the two Witch Kings on the opposite side.
After Li Chang'an chopped down the three great witches of the Communist Party of China, he also headed towards the direction of the Qiang martyrs.
"Walk."
Qiang Shi grabbed Li Changan's shoulder with a slap, ran rampant across the ground, and ran towards the rear of the battle formation.
Then he swung his big hand and threw it out like a stone.
Then he turned around and returned to the battlefield of the Witch King. Together with Qiang Shou, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill a Witch King of the Gonggong Department.
In the blink of an eye, Li Changan flew out for more than ten miles and returned to the hinterland of Zhu Rong's battle formation.
There is no Gonggongbu Witch King here, so it is much safer.
All around, there were charging figures of Zhu Rongbu.
Looking down from a high altitude, it stretches for thousands of miles.
"roar……"
A roar came from below.
It's a black-armored tyrannosaurus.
Li Changan teleported and stood on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus again.
The army of the Netherworld Tribe also discovered that their king had returned, and they roared excitedly and charged forward to kill him.
Even the pursuit battle lasted for several days.
After Li Changan returned to the battle formation of the Netherworld Tribe, he only fought in close combat and did not show up as before.
Although he no longer had the domineering power to swallow up the world, all the souls were collected by him and distributed to the three great spirits.
When the pursuit ended, the number of souls harvested reached two hundred thousand.
This does not include the waste wasted during the previous large-scale bombardment.
The battle on the frontal battlefield finally ended, and the Witch Kings of the Zhurong tribe also returned one after another.
Li Changan sat on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus, looking at the thousands of miles of red ground and the mountains of corpses, urging the black-armored tyrannosaurus to move around the battlefield. The fire spread wherever it passed, and he collected every drop of blood essence in his bag.
Three of the great witches under his command died.
Now only Qimang, Wuheng, and Qianya are left.
After this bloody battle, the auras on their bodies became much more powerful.
Each great witch's eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, full of evil energy, as if they could continue to kill at any time.
"Gather the army." Li Changan's voice rang in their ears.
The three great witches suddenly woke up, bowed their heads respectfully towards Li Changan, and gathered their witch soldiers.
Piles of corpses were piled up by the Netherworld tribe army.
This seems to have become their habit.
Only the king is qualified to harvest the essence and blood of the witch clan.
Other tribes were also collecting, and disputes inevitably occurred between tribes.
Such disputes are rare for the Netherworld tribe.
When the great wizards saw the figure sitting high on the head of the black-armored tyrannosaurus, they couldn't help but look away.
Although the Nether Tribe is not a tribe, they have an extremely terrifying leader.
Except for the powerful ones at the Witch King level, the Nether Tribe is worthy of any opponent.
Li Changan distributed a small amount of the witch essence and blood to the three living witches under his command.
"Practice hard when you go back and strive to become the Witch King as soon as possible."
Wuheng, Qimang and Qianya respectfully accepted the reward.
Another day passed,
Li Changan is still continuing to refine the essence and blood of the Witch Clan to prepare for future breakthroughs.
The Qiang martyrs came, and wherever they passed, countless shamans saluted him.
"Let's go, follow me to see the Witch Lord!"
Qiang Shi's words immediately silenced the surroundings.
All the shamans, soldiers, and witches looked at the figure as calm as a mountain in disbelief.
That's the Witch Lord!
They were not even qualified to take a look at the Witch Lord from a distance.
But he can face the Witch Lord directly!
Not on the same level at all.
That Netherworld is not the Witch King, but better than the Witch King.
Li Changan jumped off the black-armored tyrannosaurus, hugged his fists towards the Qiang sacrifice, and said to Wu Heng who looked over, "Continue to collect the body."
Wu Heng and You You proudly bowed their heads and accepted the order.
Qiang Shi turned a blind eye to the looks around him, and instead warned, "Don't be afraid when you meet the witch master."
"Although wars break out among the Wu clan all year round, fighting between tribes is extremely frequent."
"But the ultimate goal is to cultivate truly strong people."
"Your performance in this battle is very eye-catching. The Witch Lord and the Witch Kings have seen it and have recognized your existence."
"The witch master should give you a drop of ancestral witch blood."
"That is a real treasure, and it is also the elixir that all Witch Kings dream of."
"It has amazing effects on cultivating the two great magical powers."
Li Changan nodded, "Thank you so much, Witch King."
He was able to be noticed, and the two sorcerer kings Qiang Shou and Qiang Shi helped a lot.
If you can obtain the blood of ancestral witches, half of the credit belongs to these two witch kings.
Qiang Shi continued, "The blood of ancestral witches is extremely precious. Just swallow it as soon as you get it, so as not to make the witch kings jealous."
"Although those guys recognized you, in front of the ancestral witch blood, the so-called recognition is as fragile as a clod of soil."
"If you don't use it directly, there's no guarantee they won't attack you after leaving."
Li Changan said, "The two Witch Kings have helped You Ming a lot, and You Ming will never forget it."
Qiang Shi smiled and patted Li Changan on the shoulder, "You are very strong, but we hope you will become the Witch King as soon as possible. Then you and I will join forces."
"Wouldn't it be fun to harvest the blood of ancestral witches in such a battle?"
With that said, they soon arrived at the top of a mountain peak.
As soon as he walked up, Li Changan tightened his body, and a huge pressure suddenly turned into a mountain and came down.
Dozens of Witch Kings plus one Witch Lord, so many eyes came over.
Even if he doesn't release his aura deliberately, it's enough to scare the average great witch to death.
Li Changan paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward despite the pressure that was still rising crazily, "You Ming has met the Lord Witch and all the Witch Kings."