"Yi Yan?"
Baiyao looked at the last leader of the Jiuli tribe indifferently.
The sharp sword light aroused great evil intent.
This sword was originally Chi You's weapon, the Tiger Soul Sword. After thousands of years of refining by the barbarians in secret techniques, it became a vicious sword capable of carrying curses.
Yi Yan's physical body was extremely powerful, with some scales appearing on his body, and sharp horns growing out of his forehead.
Hou Tu's blood made him a great witch, and Jiuyou blew up a violent hurricane to make him powerful.
There is no fancy heavenly cultivation, but just the physique of the witch race that has been multiplied to its peak!
The monstrous hatred almost condensed into substance, Yi Yan roared and killed with a sword!
"This level of physical strength is probably not much weaker than Gong Ming's."
Baiyao smiled, thinking that it was Hou Tu's teachings and personal cultivation with the saint's blood that allowed Yi Yan to transform within a few years.
And now it seems that the power of the Witch Clan is not within the scope of the rules.
Hou Tu can really do something to himself.
He gently raised his hand and started to move his cultivation, forming a shield in front of him.
"Boom——"
Smoke and dust rose into the sky, and a huge shock wave suddenly swept across the Jiuyou land!
The filthy air was boiling, but because of the support of the earth to suppress it, not even a single petal fell from the sea of flowers on the other side.
Only the strong wind was blowing, Baiyao's long sleeves were flying, and the shield in front of him firmly blocked Yi Yan's angry blow.
"Ziyao! Give my grandfather back his life!"
Yi Yan's pupils were bloodshot, his veins bulging, he raised his sword and struck again.
But as soon as he raised the sword, a huge force blew him away, his internal organs were displaced, and several bones were smashed.
He flew backwards for hundreds of miles before the terrifying force was resolved. When he lowered his head, he saw a fist mark with flashing black light appearing on his abdomen.
Baiyao put away his fists and said in a distant voice:
"Yi Yan, in what capacity do you seek revenge?"
Yi Yan's physical body repair ability is very powerful. In just a few breaths, he absorbed all the turbid air from all directions and restored his body.
Hearing this question, he came again and shouted without fear:
"I am Yi Yan, the leader of the Jiuli tribe!"
The next moment, his pupils tightened.
The white figure in the distance raised his hand, and in an instant countless stars burst out from nothingness, like sharp swords one after another, blocking all his escape routes!
Yi Yan's heart rang with the sound of a drum, and his skin suddenly became like rock.
"boom!!!"
There was another loud noise, and he was blasted into the sky by starlight. One of his hands was broken and he hit the ground heavily.
Any magic technique, in Baiyao's hands, will undergo a transformation far beyond that of the past.
This meteor technique is to condense the elements of earth and fire to summon meteorites, but he can create real starlight.
He said coldly:
"The Jiuli tribe is of the bloodline of human witches. Now that your power has reached the level of a great witch, do you still have a trace of human blood in your body? You are not worthy of being a rebellious official or traitor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew into the blood-red sky, his stern eyes looked down upon Yi Yan, he stood with his hands behind his back and said:
"Give Empress Houtu some face. Whatever tricks you have, just use them. I will take them one by one."
Yi Yan gritted his teeth, not caring about the disparity in strength. His blood began to flow rapidly, and his broken arm grew again.
Then he looked up to the sky and screamed, stamped on the ground violently, the ferocious Witch Clan totem lit up on his chest, and his whole person's aura was rising steadily.
"Roar--"
He let out a war cry and kicked the Jiuyou Earth to tremble slightly. He carried the sword light that covered the sky, absorbed the red light in the sky, and wanted to cut off Baiyao's head with one sword!
Baiyao's eyes were extremely indifferent. To resolve the cause and effect, it would naturally end with the death of one party.
As for Hou Tu, one thing is another thing.
In a few words, it is said that it is not realistic for saints to cooperate wholeheartedly, and it is all for their own benefit.
With both hands making the five thunder hand seals, the sacred deer's shadow lit up, and the Myth Avenue began to strengthen its spells.
"Sublimation, fusion."
He murmured softly.
The Five Thunder Zhengfa, which evolves from chaotic energy and immortal power, emerges from the palm of your hand!
Five Thunders of Chaos!
"Boom!!!"
The deafening sound shocked the sea of flowers to close their pistils.
Black lightning as thick as a Star-Zhaing Tower, carrying a violent force of extinction, directly hit Yi Yan in mid-air!
Yi Yan's physical defense was broken on the spot, his skin and flesh were torn apart, blood-red and white bones were exposed everywhere on his body, and the sword became dim.
He was unable to hold the sword, and fell from the air with only half a breath left.
Baiyao was surprised to find that he was not dead, but he soon felt relieved.
Hou Tu is the ancestral shaman of the earth, and Yi Yan can turn into hard rock. This must be the secret method of the shaman clan that Hou Tu himself taught.
Besides, he didn't go all out.
Tempering, sublimation, integration, optimization, improvement, and extreme.
He only used two of the six bonuses.
He landed directly in front of Yi Yan and stared at him who was half dead.
Yi Yan's eyes were full of stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat. Most of the flesh and blood on his cheek was chopped into ashes, revealing his white, animal-like broken teeth, and he couldn't make a sound.
"Click——"
His head was crushed by Baiyao in front of Hou Tu, and he was killed on the spot.
The true spirit appeared and fell into confusion.
Baiyao restrained the true spirit, flashed in front of Houtu, and threw it on the ground.
"In this way, can we settle the cause and effect?"
he asked calmly.
Hou Tu waved his hand to make Yi Yan fall into a deep sleep, nodded and said:
"From now on, he will have nothing to do with the human race. I will make him the purest witch race."
After a pause, he said again:
"I thought you would kill them all and make them disappear into thin air."
Hearing this, Baiyao glanced at the sleeping Zhenling on the ground and said:
"In the national war, we should kill everyone. If it is revenge against me, let him grow up. If he can see my back, it is considered his blessing."
His two avenues have gone far beyond the realm of prehistoric times, and the unity of heaven and man is only worthy of being his stepping stone.
Under the saint, his great path is a dimension-reducing blow to any living being.
If he inherits the mythical Daluo Dao Fruit, he will have no fear of any enemy because of the coexistence of salvation and destruction.
Before leaving, he looked at Hou Tu:
"When I came, I saw that the path of heaven and humanity on the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk had turned into the path of heaven and earth."
Hou Tu explained:
"That is a new race that Hongjun asked me to hatch in advance to become the new protagonist of heaven and earth. But now his main goal is to inherit the Tao Fruit. It will take at least tens of thousands of years for the heavenly beings to appear."
She smiled and said:
"He also has a perfect plan for you. He has thought of all possibilities, including you inheriting the Tao Fruit and the human race truly rising. By then he will have the heavenly people, and there will be no shortage of practitioners of the heavenly way."
Baiyao understood and said goodbye:
"The war in the lower realm will end in two or three months. When the preparations are completed, I will hold a sacrifice to invade the heaven. If you are interested, you can come and visit."
After saying that, he turned around and tore open the space, leaving the Netherworld.
Not long after he left.
The space ripples.
But the power of the tunnel filled the air, and the phantom of the Taoist's head could not get in.
"Houtu, I will treat you well."
As if guessing that humanity and tunnels had reached some kind of cooperation, Hongjun's voice rang in the air.
Houtu frowned and said coldly:
"The cooperative relationship between me and you has ended a long time ago. If it is true, Nuwa, the Supreme Humanity, is my friend. As a human being in the sky, the distance to the earth is closer than the sky."
Hongjun's voice was very unclear, and he said intermittently:
"This is...the fruit of heaven and earth...why should we share it with humanity?"
Hou Tu couldn't help but look gloomy when he thought of the star, and drove away the power of heaven without giving any face.
Heaven and earth have been divided, and she is not a practitioner of the way of heaven. Hongjun can't do anything to her before he attains true eternity.
(End of chapter)
