Chapter 486 Life Family Under

When the roar echoed and gradually dissipated, the black clouds in the sky no longer turned into scattered silk BF station... Details The fog in the station [the only nerd] spread in all directions. The hundreds of bat saints only stabbed less than a hundred at this moment and retreated four times in the sky.

A large amount of flesh and blood spilled from the air. The witch's bow and the deadly blow can be said to be the ultimate power of the witch. It is also relying on this force that they can persist here for 15 years!

But the price of this power is also extremely high. The bow can only be used once at a time. It is not that this magic weapon is invalid, but that no war witch can open this bow twice in a short time!

Every opening is actually at the cost of their broken muscles and bones. After they need to be healed, as a key person to protect, it will play an important role in the next war.

As for the death impact condensed from the altar of the beast bone, this kind of power cannot be accumulated artificially, which takes the passage of time. In the past 15 years, Nangonghen has only accumulated five outbreaks here.

It can only be condensed almost every three years. Although it is still stabbed again, it is still a long way from the next three years.

"Send...sacrifice..." Nangong Hen lowered his head and didn't want to look at it. He half knelt on the ground and clenched his fists. The people behind him also looked sad and half knelt on the ground.

Almost at the same time as they knelt down, all the witches in the valley were silent and knelt down sadly. They knelt down to twenty witches.

These twenty clansmen are all old people. They slowly flew up and went towards the light curtain. Their faces showed emotion and smiles, sighing about their own fate, and smiling was when they looked at the clan.

They are willing to become sacrifices, because they know that they will not live long. If their own death can be exchanged for a period of peace for a period of time, then their deaths will also be the right place.

Under the kneeling and mourning of all the witches, the bodies of these twenty old men penetrated the light curtain, appeared outside the valley, and rushed to the more than 100 bat saints who had never left in the sky.

Those bat saints flew directly in the roar one by one, and a killing began. There was no resistance to the killing, but only the death of Xue Linlin.

Until the death of more than 20 old people were killed by the Baedo Bat Saints, these Bat Saints spread their wings and flew into the distance.

Nangonghen raised his head, and his eyes were full of blood. In the past 15 years, they, who had fought with the bat saint many times, knew that the race in the Jiuyin world liked hunting. They often came in large groups. If they did not hunt successfully in the end, they would never give up, and more and more will come.

Therefore, the witch clan can only send this so-called sacrifice after it is slightly scattered to satisfy the hunting of the bat saint. Only in this way can they get some peace.

Moreover, if the sacrifice is sent directly without war, it has no effect. It must cause death and injury to thefu saint, so that it is in line with the hunting ceremony of the bat saint.

This is understood by Nangong Hen and others who have been here for 15 years.

"We still gave out the clan as a sacrifice..." Cheng's chance to win, but the price was too high "... The old man behind Nangong Hen whispered.

"Sixty-seven people died in the maintenance formation, plus twenty people willing to sacrifice, this time we killed eighty-seven people."

"It will take half a year for the war witch's bow to unfold again. There are not enough medicine to heal the wounds. Do you need to arrange someone to take a risk to the witch city to find medicine? ..."

"The altar is dead and stabbed next time."

Nangong Hen listened to the people behind him report the results of this battle one by one, and his expression gradually asked the demon BF station to stop... Details The [only big nerd] in the station was confused. Fifteen years ago, he did not succeed in leaving under the upheaval, but stayed here, waiting for the rescue of the witch. At that time, there were nearly 10,000 people.

There are many future witches among them, but with the fights and battles, their number is getting smaller and smaller, and finally under a split, some people don't know where they are going.

Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader of this place. He watched the people die again and again. Until now, the future is confused and I don't know what to do...

"Maybe the outside has forgotten us... Maybe the disaster of the Eastern Wilderness has happened, and the outside world has changed dramatically. No one remembers that we exist in this underworld.

Perhaps, you can't leave here in this life, only to die in battle... Where is the future? " Nangong's face was full of vicissitudes, and he sighed in his heart, but in this confusion, the moment he looked at the sky, his expression immediately changed greatly.

The expression changed together. In addition to him, there were more than a dozen people behind him, and even many witches in the valley. At this moment, they were also at the moment of seeing the sky, they showed panic and horror.

The number seems to be nearly a thousand!!

Their direction is exactly this valley!

"I saw the purple line people of the bat saint, the number... a lot, this kind of thing has never happened. In the past, after collapsing a batch, it will take at least half a year to hunt again!

With so many purple line people, there must be the golden line people of the bat saint. The possibility of our victory in this battle is almost zero. Even if all the people go to maintain the operation of the formation, it will not last long!"

"Full power to run the guard array, die to prepare for the impact, let the alternate evil bow fight the witch, even if you die, you will pull away the evil bow!!"

"If they only walk, it's all right. If they don't walk, tell all the people... In the decisive battle, the moment of life and death, we have waited for 15 years, and finally arrived!" Nangong's expression was solemn and he opened his mouth in a low voice.

After Nangonghen said this, someone immediately passed it on. On the formation in the valley, at this moment, the witches were decisive one by one. In that formation, they crossed their knees and dedicated all their strength.

In the valley, in the cave, the witches stood silently on the edge of the cave, looking at the sky, wiping their own fog, running the cultivation in the [body], and their look determined!

Some children born in these 15 years, in their mother's arms, looking outside, looking at their father, in their pure eyes, show fear, but more, it is a kind of death.

There are also many old people standing outside the cave one by one. Their vicissitudes of life are filled with the traces of time. Looking at the sky, they are ready to exchange death for dignity.

All the witches looked at the sky, watched the black fog rolling, and watched them walk, or the target was where they were.

When the black fog stopped in the mid-air of this valley, all the witches who saw this scene understood that the time of the decisive battle had arrived!

As soon as Nangonghen gritted his teeth, his eyes flowed out of madness. After watching the black fog pause, he suddenly burst into it, and hundreds of roaring bat saints came from it. The moment these people roared down, Nangonghen let out a low roar.

He rushed out suddenly, and behind him, the more than ten little followers also rushed out.

"War is death, no war is also death, but if you fight, you will die without regret!"

"We have been waiting for 15 years, and the rescue from the outside world has always been silent. They may have forgotten us and given up on us. Where is the future? The future is in our hands!

We can't wait. We want to have a vigorous battle. If we win this battle by chance, we will no longer be a witch clan, but a self-supporting family! Take control of your own destiny and pursue your own future. If outsiders don't save, they will save themselves. From then on, we call ourselves a life clan!!" Nangonghen raised the void with his right hand and grabbed it. Immediately, a long gun turned out and was grabbed by him in his hand.

"Life!!"

"From now on, we are not witches, but life!" A low roar came from every witch in the valley.

"Dead shock!" With a low roar of Nangonghen, the dead spirit in the whole valley immediately condensed again, turned into a powerful shock, went straight to the top, penetrated the guardian light curtain, and touched the coming bat saints. At the moment when the roar echoed, Nangonghen roared.

"Life people, let's kill!"

One figure after another, a roar of beauty, rise in this valley, such as the rise of a nation, a kind of oppression, under the shroud of death, in the fifteen years of waiting, crazy struggle, unwilling shouting, desperate release!

In addition to some witches that are still maintaining the operation of the formation, the witches who protect the children in the valley are still cross-legged to transport power on the formation. More than 500 witches rushed out of the valley and launched a life-and-death battle with those bat saints in the impact of death!

"I can't measure myself!" A cold hum echoed from the black fog in the sky, but saw that the black gas spread outward, there were ten bat saints with distinct purple lines in their eyebrows. They stepped out. After them, there was a huge clan with a golden line in the center of his eyebrows and a height of five feet!

"The holy ancestor is about to wake up, and all the outside races here are killed and sacrificed. We, thefu saints, want this nine holy altar!"

Morefu saints rushed to the witch people in the roar of [Xing]!

At this time, in the sky, which was not too far from here, Su Ming walked calmly. The little snake on his shoulder raised its head and stared at the front, and there was a hiss.

Su Ming frowned, and the speed suddenly increased sharply, setting off a sharp sound of breaking.