Every cause must bear fruit, your catastrophe is me

Although he was a little puzzled, the appearance of the phantom was of great benefit to the small world, so Tang Yin didn't care about it anymore.

Not to mention how long it will take to form a real underworld?
This time, the appearance of the tunnel was somewhat beyond his expectation, but the result was good.

He stretched out his hand and waved towards the sky, and in an instant, the twelve flagpoles turned into twelve streamers of light and merged into his body.

After all, he made it himself, and it can be used directly without refining.

The twelve flagpoles have been completely refined, and the next step is the flag surface. Compared with the flagpoles, the depiction of the flag surface is a bit difficult.

It not only needs to depict the images of the twelve ancestral witches, but also needs some ancestral witch blood.

Standing silently in place, Tang Yin was no stranger to the Twelve Ancestral Witches. After all, he had lived in the Witch Clan for a long time, but how to vividly portray the image of the Ancestral Witches on this banner was a difficult problem.

The statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Tribe kept appearing in his mind, and he analyzed them one by one until he felt that everything was safe, then he took out a black pen-shaped Houtian Zhongpin that he had prepared earlier from the Demon Locking Tower. Artifact.A shining blue inkstone is a top-grade artifact in the sky.

These two artifacts were originally special items in Kunpeng's collection, without the offensive power possessed by other artifacts, but Tang Yin left them on purpose.

As a Chinese, how could he not be interested in the Four Treasures of the Study in his previous life?

As for the choice of ink, he also didn't fool around. After all, it has a lot to do with it. If he can get the best, he will not choose a defective product.

Waving to the distance of the small world, a stream of innate spiritual water formed by innate aura fell directly into the inkstone.

Then let go of all his own laws, and in an instant, a strong thunder system law and reincarnation law lingered around him.

Pick up the pen and point at the law, and the law directly turns into ink and melts into the water.

Congenital spiritual water is used to make juice, and the law is used to make ink. This is the material Tang Yin chose for the twelve flags.

With a splash of ink, in a blink of an eye, vivid pictures of the twelve ancestor witches flashed on the flag, guided by the strong power of law, it was like rebirth.

"It's a pity that there are too many powers of laws. Otherwise, painting with corresponding laws will really make the formation a higher level!"

However, due to limited conditions, Tang Yin couldn't make more demands, when the last stroke was made.

Twelve flags soared into the sky, and streams of strong power containing incomparably authentic laws appeared out of thin air.

"This? This is another accident?"

Tang Yin looked helplessly at the flag in the sky that had absorbed the breath of tunnel law, and couldn't help being speechless.

He doesn't even know why?No matter what you do, it seems that there is God's help, even if you are refining weapons, some accidents will happen.

Although everything was going in a good direction, this feeling of being out of control still made him a little uncomfortable.

Twelve whistles exploded on the flag, and the power of the tunnel law was instantly absorbed by the twelve faint figures.

The figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches on the flag suddenly became clear, with a faint feeling of jumping out.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, twelve auras shot up from the twelve flags, and Tang Yin was a little surprised by the terrifying aura.

Even the space of the small world felt broken under these twelve auras, Tang Yin didn't dare to neglect, if the space of the small world was shattered by these twelve auras, then he dared not imagine what would happen.

After all, the small world was still a little too fragile compared to the big thousand world, so he stretched out his hand and recalled the twelve flags.

Both the flag surface and the flagpole have been refined, and the next step is to infuse a little blood essence of the twelve ancestor witches.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, if it wasn't for Empress Houtu who directly gave him a ball of ancestral witch blood and information at the sacrifice of the Wu tribe, it would be another trouble if Jiufeng found out.

With a thought, he took out a ball of blood essence wrapped in white light, and the white light dissipated, and twelve drops of blood essence containing extremely rich and turbid energy kept churning in the air.

The essence contained in the blood essence is like a puff of wolf smoke constantly changing its shape.

Although tens of millions of years have passed, the vitality contained in the essence and blood is still as amazing as the sun.

Putting out the twelve flagpoles and twelve flag surfaces together, Tang Yin's hands began to change again.

A burst of mysterious spells hit the flagpole and the flag surface, and both the flagpole and the flag surface trembled in an instant

While trembling, the two faintly began to approach each other slowly, and the magic formula in their hands became faster and faster, and the handprints fluttered.

"melt!"

A loud shout sounded like the words of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a powerful breath broke through the sky, directly causing the small world to vibrate.

"not good!"

Tang Yin's face changed slightly, the small world simply couldn't accommodate the birth of such a powerful artifact, thinking, he waved to the remaining eleven flagpoles and flag surfaces, and put them away.

At the same time, he also collected the blood essence of the twelve ancestor witches, stepped out of the small world, and came to a wide plain in an instant, but there was no life around him.

While waving his hands, a flag appeared out of thin air, and as soon as it appeared, that kind of aura that seemed to destroy the world soared straight into the sky.

For a moment, dark clouds rolled over, and the entire sky became gloomy with the appearance of the banners.

"What kind of vision is this, how can it be so terrifying?"

Inside the ancestral witch hall of the witch clan.

Jiufeng stood up suddenly, looked at the sky, and said in surprise.

"This is? This breath is so familiar!"

Xuan Ming's pretty face also changed slightly, her beautiful eyes looked towards the sky, and she murmured, then she seemed to think of something, her pretty face changed even more, and she couldn't help but blurt out.

"The Twelve Capital Heaven Formation! I didn't expect him to make it!"

"What? The Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals?" Jiufeng said with disbelief in her beautiful eyes, "Didn't it be said that the Great Formation of the Twelve Capitals needed the blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches? How could he do so in such a short time?" Refined?"

Xuan Ming lowered his head as if thinking of something, his pretty face regained his composure.

"It should have been given to him by my little sister!"

The demon clan, the demon palace.

When the soaring aura came from the heaven and the earth, the demon emperor Jun stood up suddenly, exuding an incomparably majestic aura.

"This nasty smell should be the Twelve Capitals of the Witch Clan."

The ferocious look in Di Jun's eyes flashed past.

As a man who has fought with the Wu Clan for a whole calamity, how can he be so easily obliterated by this kind of thing that can be said to be imprinted in his bones.

"I didn't expect this annoying race to refine the Twelve Capital Heaven Formation. Although it's just one breath, there are two."

"Come on!"

A loud shout came from Di Jun's mouth.

"I have seen Your Majesty!"

A demon king came in from the outside, knelt down in front of Di Jun and said respectfully.