I Shall Seal the Heavens

Almost at the moment when the black mist on the horizon approached, five pillars of light suddenly shot up into the sky from five different directions of the mountain range, with different colors. They were the totem ancestors belonging to each tribe in the main peak of the five tribes.

At the same time, five rays of protective light emanated from these five rays of light, covering all directions, enveloping the five parts as if they were isolated from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, the tribesmen of the five tribes radiated the power of their respective totems, with bloodshot eyes, revealing their determination to protect the tribe to the death. There were also the priests and elders of the five tribes, these Nascent Soul monks, each and every one of them had physical symptoms at this moment. They all exuded a strong evil spirit, with gloomy expressions on their faces, looking up at the black mist rolling in from the sky.

At this moment, the mist roared in, sweeping across the five guardian light curtains. The roaring sound echoed in the sky, the earth trembled, and the originally green jungle withered and turned black in the blink of an eye.

And the ferocious beasts that existed in the mountain forest also let out shrill screams at this moment, and their bodies rotted away and turned into black water.

Suddenly, the entire Wushen Mountain Range was filled with deathly aura.

"The five tribes of the Crow God, we and the poisonous spiders of the five poisonous tribes, you...either surrender or die!" A cold voice suddenly came out from the billowing black mist in the sky, covering the earth and turning into There was a loud roar like thunder, and there was a sense of domineering in the sound, which was comparable to the cultivation level of the middle stage of Nascent Soul. When it reverberated, the people of the five tribes were immediately shocked, and many of them turned pale. Even if there is a light curtain blocking it, blood still overflows.

"Fight to the death!" The priest of the Black An tribe is a middle-aged man. There was wisdom in his eyes, and he suddenly spoke. A voice came out, with decisiveness in it, responding to the Five Poisons Department and becoming the answer to the Five Departments Alliance.

"Fight to the death!!" On the ground, the tribesmen of the five tribes suddenly roared and roared.

"Fight to the death!!" The voice was shocking, turning into coldness and determination. Breaking through the clouds, penetrating the black mist, and falling into the mist, most of the five poisons were heard by the monks of the poisonous spider lineage.

Among the more than 3,000 monks of the poisonous spider lineage, there are more than 20 elders, and there are three major sacrifices in this battle. One of them was dispatched, but everyone's eyes, including the high priest in green robes, fell on a woman in the crowd who was protected by more than a dozen indifferent monks whose faces turned blue. On the body.

This woman looked to be in her early twenties, with long hair draped over her shoulders. Wearing a long red dress, she looks beautiful. Under the long dress, you can faintly see her beautiful curves. It was an almost demonic charm, but her eyes were cold. Such ruthlessness forms a sharp contrast with this charming attitude, turning into a strong attraction to the opposite sex.

On her eyebrows, there is a spider pattern totem. At this moment, the totem is shining brightly.

Inside, a white spider seems to be swimming.

This woman is none other than Zhao Youlan, one of the five saints of the Five Poisons Division, who belongs to the poisonous spider lineage!

The white spider between her eyebrows is called the Spider of Wisdom, and it cannot be obtained except by a gifted saint.

"Please take action, Lord Priest, first come to the light curtain, then disturb the five peaks, and attract the five totem saint ancestors to appear." Zhao Youlan spoke softly, as his name suggests, his breath was as blue as blue, his voice was very nice, but it contained coldness.

One of the three major priests led by the poisonous spider lineage this time, the old man in green robes, held a black wooden staff in his hand. He nodded when he heard the words, and pointed the wooden staff downward in his hand, and immediately the surrounding fog suddenly disappeared. It rolled and turned into a huge spider, heading straight towards the light curtain and hitting it.

During the roar, the light curtain twisted, but did not collapse. The great priest frowned, and when he made a hand with his right hand, the huge spider immediately dissipated and turned into five pitch-black spears. Each spear, It was a hundred feet in size. With a wave of the wooden stick in his hand, the spear immediately whizzed away, heading straight towards the five peaks with beams of light rising all around.

"Please invite the five totem saints!" At this moment, the priest from the Wu'an tribe raised his right hand and a jade slip appeared in his hand. After crushing it, within the five peaks, There was a low roar, and the wooden men of the Uda tribe, the sea of ​​fire of the Wuyan tribe, and the totem ancestors of the other three tribes appeared one after another, but the moment they appeared...

Zhao Youlan, the saint of the poisonous spider lineage who was protected by layers of protection, flashed her eyes and looked at the priest of the Black An tribe. The two looked at each other through the light curtain, and they both saw each other's identities. It was clear that this was the battle. , the commanders of both sides.

"Please come to the Spider Saint!"

The sky roared, the clouds rolled back, and the void shattered. Amidst the roar of thunder, five huge spider legs, thousands of feet long, appeared out of thin air from the cracks in the sky and pierced into the five mountain peaks. In between, the roar echoed, the formation shattered, and the ground shook.

At this moment, the totem saint ancestors of the five tribes roared out one by one and flew straight into the sky. Visible to the naked eye, at the top of the sky, there was a red spider roaring and fighting with the totem saint ancestors of the five tribes.

"Our war cultivator does not need to form a formation. We will use the demon spider totem to lay a net and seal this place under the sky!" Zhao Youlan said softly.

"Respect the life of the saint!" The more than three thousand poisonous spider monks around immediately showed a ferocious light in their eyes, and each one looked up to the sky and roared, their whole bodies erupted with totem light, and there were phantoms of demon spiders on their bodies, and there were more As the threads spread between each other, wherever they passed, the void made a hissing sound, as if it contained poison, and headed straight towards the earth's light curtain.

"Please, all the elders, break the formation and attract the five tribesmen to appear!" Zhao Youlan pulled back her hair and smiled softly.

"Respect the life of the Saint!" More than a dozen old men in the poisonous spider line rushed out instantly, their whole bodies exuding the light of totem, and the fluctuations of Nascent Soul's cultivation level broke out. They seemed to form a strange formation pattern with each other. He ran away from the protective light curtain of the five parts of the Crow God.

Just when it was about to fall, the eyes of the middle-aged man, the priest of the Dark An tribe, flashed.

"Please ask the Duke of the Uda Tribe, the Duke of the Wuyan Tribe, and the three great elders of the sacrificial tribe to take action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clan chief of the Wuda tribe roared and rushed away. Behind him, followed by more than a dozen priests and great elders from various tribes, as well as the clan chiefs of the Wuyan tribe, everyone went straight to the people who were sending out weapons. The old man with the totem light left, preventing them from collapsing the protective light curtain, and stood together with each other.

"The people of the five tribes are divided according to the pre-war divisions, into groups of five, five groups per team, and five teams per army! The first army is to the northwest, the second army is to the northeast, and the third army is to the north. Kill them with all your strength!

You can't wait to fight. Once you are injured, immediately return to the light curtain.

The Fourth Army and the Fifth Army are rotating at any time, and the Sixth Army is guarding within the light curtain! This battle will be difficult to end in a short time. Dear clan members, please do it for Wu Shen! "When the Wu'an tribe priest suddenly spoke, thousands of tribesmen, with red eyes, roared up and rushed out of the light curtain.

"For the Crow God!" Their voices were shocking, and during the roar, they immediately fought with more than 3,000 monks from the poisonous spider lineage that spread.

Suddenly, the flames of war were raging, spells filled the air, and the entire world turned into a battlefield. At the top of the sky was the Totem Saint Ancestor of the Five Tribes, fighting against the Spider Saint of the poisonous spider lineage. This was beyond the level of the Nascent Soul. The battle set off a twisted ripple, and outsiders could not see the internal consequences clearly.

Below, there are Nascent Soul cultivators from both sides, fighting each other crazily. The fog spreads, making it difficult for outsiders to see their figures. However, in this fog, every moment, there may be a life or death.

Below, outside the light curtain, thousands of monks from both sides started a bloody roar. Each other was red-eyed. For the poisonous spider lineage, they were the pride of the majority. They had traveled all over the world for many years and were invincible. Dignity makes them must win!

For the people of the five tribes, this is their homeland, here are their tribesmen, they cannot retreat, they cannot lose, even if they die in battle, they must fight to the end, because...their parents, their brothers and sisters, they All their relatives are under the light curtain, staring at their backs.

"war!!"

"Fight to the death!!"

"For the Crow God, and even more for our tribe!!" The roaring roars made the battlefield at the bottom the most intense, with shrill screams coming out from time to time, and blood filling the air like a rain of blood.

Within the light curtain, the tribesmen of the five tribes clenched their fists one by one. There were the sounds of children calling out in fear, the sounds of women crying weakly, the mother's heartbreaking heart, and the father's tears.

Outside the light curtain, in the poisonous spider veins, Zhao Youlan sighed softly, with some unbearable eyes, but soon, the unbearable dissipated with the sigh. There was no right or wrong, but only different positions.

"We have invited three Lord Si Long to elicit the secret information we have obtained. The mysterious Si Long who killed Zhou Ye exists in the Five Departments!"

Among the monks who came from the poisonous spider lineage this time, there were three Si Long. These three people were behind, wearing black robes. Their bodies exuded bursts of sinister aura. Moreover, outside their bodies, they each had protection from each other, which could block them. A battle to behead the three of them.

Hearing Zhao Youlan's words, the three of them smiled slightly, and each waved their sleeves. In an instant, the roar of the alien monster shook the sky. Beside these three people, rays of light swirled in an instant, and roars spread in all directions. Everyone was surrounded by this. In an instant, nearly ten thousand monsters appeared!

"Please help Master Meng!" The middle-aged man, the priest of the Wu'an tribe, immediately changed his expression after seeing this scene. He hesitated for a moment, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with the rhythm of this battle, but there was no other choice at the moment. Turn around and clasp your fists towards the back mountain, bowing deeply.

Meng Hao was also watching the battle. He sat cross-legged in his courtyard behind the mountain, looking up at the sky, at everything that was happening in the sky, at all the bloodshed in the battlefield, and he thought of the Holy Snow of Motu. City, thinking of that battle that year.

In silence, Meng Hao thought of the Golden Crow and the big tree.

After a long time, Meng Hao sighed.

"Your kindness... I will try my best to make the tribe you created continue." Meng Hao murmured softly, stood up, and walked out of the yard. Beside him, the barbarian giant followed, roaring towards the sky, with lust in his eyes. The light of blood, a war like this, is the battlefield where a barbarian giant should exist!

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