Chapter 043 The Shadow of the Witch [One Update]

A piece of black smoke wrapped around Chang Heng and fell together with the dark sky. Unless you look at it deliberately, you can't see that there are so many people hidden here.

A red light lit up the whole world. These soldiers of the Xiongling tribe joined hands to fight a blow. The fierce red light fell on the cyan light curtain, making an earth-shaking explosion. The cyan light curtain trembled repeatedly, and there were several cracks on it. Tianwu Heixiong spit out a few mouthfuls of blood with a wry sound. His face was ferocious, but he still persisted to it. .

The roar of the left-behind soldiers of the Black Wind tribe sounded in the distance, and several cyan winds were rushing towards the altar, which was the place where Chang Heng had previously found several strong gods. A tall Tianwu clan, ** upper body, muscle knot, painted some strange patterns, holding a bone gun in his hand, wrapped in a cyan wind, like a cyan dragon, shaking his head and tail, whining and whining.

A thin old man, dry and without a few taels of flesh and blood, was also wrapped in a cyan wind, three feet from the ground, as light as a ghost but extremely fast, quickly approaching the altar.

A hairy and burly figure was obviously a woman from the Tianwu clan who looked up to the sky and roared loudly, holding an eight-edrum hammer in her hand, and the whole body bounced up, and countless small winds appeared under her, approaching the altar faster than the other two.

In addition to these three people, four old men flew out of the middle of the Black Wind tribe at the same time. These four old men are uniformly crimped, their skin is flabby, and they will not live long.

Chang Heng took a breath of cold air and stopped in the sky and dared not move. Everyone who appears has reached the realm of witch power and even higher witch. Everyone has the strength to kill all of them alone. If Tianwu Heixiong hadn't been afraid of the destruction of the altar, he would have killed all the soldiers of the Xiongling tribe.

"Why doesn't it move?" Some people began to be dissatisfied. In the black smoke of the beast's head and skull, they could not see the scene below, only heard a strong explosion, and repeatedly urged Chang Heng to land quickly.

Chang Heng slightly opened a gap in the black smoke and said, "You can see for yourself."

The consciousness swept down, and everyone was stunned. No one expected that tens of thousands of troops were fighting outside and almost everything, and there were still so many masters left in the tribe.

Mr. Jian glanced coldly and said, "It's invincible. It's recommended to retreat quickly."

A few masters represented by cyan wind rolls quickly approached the altar. At this time, they only heard a roar. Among the Xiongling tribal soldiers who were attacking the cyan light curtain with all their strength, four pillars of fire suddenly rose to the sky in the four directions of the southeast and northwest of the altar, reaching a hundred feet high, firmly trapping the altar.

The four fire pillars are carved with fire mythical beasts such as Phoenix Bifang, and more scenes of the ancestral witch Zhu Rong's battle in all directions. At this moment, as soon as the four pillars of fire appeared, the burning flames immediately lit up half of the sky, and the whole black wind tribe was shocked.

"Wong Ronghuoqi, Zhu Ronghuo Di, Zhu Ronghuo Demon, Zhu Ronghuo Kill, you are so shameless." Tianwu was so powerful that he almost vomited blood. These four people were all of the same level of strength as him, and they were also the leading people in the tribe who actually ran over to make sneak attacks.

"Hahahaha, Tianwu Heixiong, I didn't want to reveal my identity. Who let you be so strict." Zhu Ronghuo laughed loudly. He was also surprised. He thought that the sudden attack could be captured and destroy the altar. Unexpectedly, Tianwu Heixiong activated the guardian of the altar from the beginning, forcing them to take action with all their strength.

The light cast on the four pillars of fire was connected, and a fire cloud was formed above the altar. All the Bear Ridge tribal soldiers sat down cross-legged at the same time, and thin fire lights shot out from the top of their heads and melted into the fire cloud in the sky. The beast head body, wearing red scales, ears piercing fire snakes, and the virtual shadow of Zhu Rong's feet on the fire dragon appeared in the air again.

After Zhu Rong's virtual shadow appeared, he looked up to the sky and roared, stretched out his hands and pressed down. He heard a click. The altar was shattered, and large pieces of gravel flew around, hitting many Xiongling tribal warriors. There were also countless cracks on the thin cyan light curtain. Tianwu Heixiong's body trembled repeatedly, sprayed blood, and shouted harshly: "Zhu Ronghuoqi, aren't you afraid of our revenge?"

Zhu Ronghuo laughed and said, "How can you revenge after destroying your Heifeng tribe?"

"Well, the ancestors came to fight against the strong enemy." Tianwu Heixiong's face was ferocious, reaching out to touch the blood he spewed out, and drew mysterious patterns in the air. As soon as these patterns came out, there were bursts of wind roaring, and then the altar suddenly spewed out strong blue light, and the Tianwu statue behind Tianwu Heixiong slowly raised its head.

A strong wind suddenly appeared, and the sad roar covered all the sounds between heaven and earth. At this moment, everyone's eyes were only the rolling clouds and the overwhelming wind, as well as the confrontation between the two great ancestors and witches.

"Something has changed, and it seems that we are not unable to complete the task." Seeing that the Xiongling tribe warriors and the black wind tribe witches summon their own ancestral witches to fight, Chang Heng said.

"Let's go down first and wait for the opportunity to act. It's easy to be detected in the sky." Mr. Jian also said.

Other players agreed with the idea of the two. Chang Heng waved his hand to collect the skull of the beast. These players scattered to the ground and hid in the surrounding buildings.

The previous black wind tribal elders stopped at the same time. Although they were anxious, they did not dare to approach the confrontation area of the two ancestral witches, so they had to roar repeatedly.

The most important thing for a tribe is the altar. It not only has the function of inheritance, but also uses it to summon the power of ancestral witches at critical moments, so the Xiongling tribe will do everything possible. Even if it loses these masters, it will destroy the altar of the Black Wind tribe. This also means that the Xiongling tribe is determined to destroy the Heifeng tribe.

In the sky, Zhu Rong's virtual shadow stood high, holding a fire dragon in his hands, using the fire dragon as a weapon, and smashing his face against the altar below. Wu's statue on the ground did not show weakness. Eight heads shook and opened their mouths, spewing out a strong wind. The wind was initially small, and when it was in the air, it was as fierce as the nine-day wind. If it was blown in, it would immediately turn into ashes.

Although the power they summoned is only one ten thousandth of the body of the ancestral warrior, it is not a warrior of such strength that can resist. Under the collision of the two, the warriors on the side of the Xiongling tribe were shaky, and a wisp of red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Tianwu Heixiong was not having a good time, and his body shook repeatedly. If it hadn't been for the altar resisted most of his strength, he would have been smashed by the aftermath of the two ancestral shadows.