Chronicles of Heaven

"No, no, no!"

"Let me die, let me die, let me die!"

On the altar of the funeral army, the blue mist twirled wildly on the altar.

But he couldn't break the confinement.

Dozens of witch elders surrounded him, wrinkled faces with weird smiles, and weird hoarse spells in their mouths.

The black, red, blue, and green, spurs with strange colors, penetrated into Qingwu's body deeply. These bone spurs are long and short, thick and thin, densely packed, and the green mist is like a hedgehog.

A three-foot long black bone spur with silk-like hair pierced through the middle of the blue sky.

The hollow bone spurs lead to a huge clay earthen jar filled with strangely fragrant viscous medicinal herbs.

Drops of medicinal juice run along the bone spurs, continuously injecting into the misty brain, gradually infiltrating his brain, nourishing his brain, and making his brain with fine blood gradually stronger.

As a result, the power of Qingwu's soul has also increased.

Qingwu's avatar is just a standard of "Goddess". The cultivation of the Seventh and Eighth Heavenly Realms of Shenming Realm is not a top master in the Ming Dynasty.

After all, his avatar was only used to scourge the dynasty, and relied on his instigating alienation and conspiracy rather than relying on powerful magical powers.

Therefore, the power of Qingwu's soul is limited, and the involvement with the body is limited.

But the elders of the witch tribe used mysteries to continuously strengthen his spirit. As the green mist and spirit gradually grew, the connection between him and the body became stronger and stronger.

Through his avatar, the influence that can be exerted on his body becomes more and more intense.

It's like, a person can easily pull out a piece of sweat hair and burn it without any harm to the body. But when this hair was cultivated by mystery, it became an arm, a leg, and even a heart, liver, lungs, and even a skull ...

Then it is impossible to pull up, and it is easy to sacrifice.

"Let me die!" Qingwu clearly sensed the change of his spirit, and even more aware of the stronger and stronger interaction between his spirit and the body.

"You ... devil!" Qingwu wailed, tears flowing down his cheeks.

For the gods living above the sky, they came distracted and attached to the dispersing body. When they walked in the land of Mu, they would use soul mystery to severely restrict their distracting.

First, guard against the Terrans of the Continent and attack their bodies with spells.

Second, guarding against distractions is too powerful, so that they can deceive their deities.

But Wu Tie, he realized more than 30% of the strange avenues, among which are the various avenue laws inherited from the bloodline of the Dark Soul Protoss.

The soul mystery used by the gods, witch iron can break.

The mystery of the soul in the blue mist soul was cracked by the witch iron. Therefore, Qingwu's distraction can be strengthened without limit, and his influence on the body will become deeper and stronger, until his body can no longer get rid of it.

"Devil!" Witch Iron stood at Qingwu's feet and looked down at him who was struggling wildly: "For us, you are the demons."

Qingwu's eyes were raised, and the cold light of resentment and fear flashed in his eyes, staring at the witch iron: "You, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods? By doing this, you violate the bottom line, you ..."

The witch iron spread his hands and looked at Qingwu very seriously: "Bottom line? Anger? You all have to kill us all, what bottom line are we afraid of? What anger are you afraid of?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Wu Tie calmly said, "You don't give us a way to live, why don't we rise up and resist? Well, I seem to have said this to You Ruo and Aconitum."

"Ah, I can't remember, have I said this to them?" Shaking his head, Wu Tie smiled: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, this is the thing, you want to harvest our spirits and blood, and we ... … Of course we must try our best to protect ourselves. "

Qingwu looked at Wu Tie dullly, and after a long time, he murmured, "But what use do you have against me? Now it is the five Protoss who are the masters!"

Wu Tie sighed and kicked Qingwu's calf helplessly with a foot: "But who has made me unable to capture and capture those who you say are the masters? Who lets me, now you are only a living prisoner?"

Qingwu smirked: "I'm out of luck?"

Wu Tie said earnestly: "Rest assured, your deity will be even more unlucky than you ... You see, so many evil spirits, evil spirits, dead spirits, and disaster gases are all following the connection between you and him, and they work. On him ... he must be worse than you. "

Qingwu looked at the serious face of Wu Tie and murmured, "Can you let me go?"

The witch iron looked up at the altar melting above the altar, madly devouring and transforming the ill-fated avenue melting furnace, slowly said, "I want to let you go too ... but who let us go?"

Qingwu was silent for a while, and laughed dryly: "No, if you make a condition?"

Wu Tie looked down at Qingwu, silenced for a while, and broke Qingwu's knee with one foot: "I have something to say with you, wait for your deity ... Well, elders, curse his bloodline . "

Wu Tie whispered: "Curse with blood, curse all those who are related to him by this blood."

Numerous weird runes were stabbed on the skin, and a haunting elder elder ‘桀桀’ laughed a few times, took out a black jade knife, and gently cut open the blue misty chest.

"Don't be afraid, little curse, you won't feel any pain ... but your deity, and those brothers of your deity. Oh, moldy, squirting water."

From the heart of Qingwu, the elders of the Wu tribe refined a tiny, multi-spiral streamer.

"Well, the bloodlines of the so-called deities? It's funny, interesting, and very different from my tribe." A group of elders of the Wu tribe gathered around in wonderment, and carefully looked at this fine multi-spiral streamer.

"The blood of our human race has only two spirals of streamers ... you have 36 streamers?"

"However, the structure of my blood is much simpler than my human race ... You can see that your blood is not as good as my human race."

A witch elder who is proficient in cursing witchcraft nodded, and then shook his head: "No wonder, you peep at my people."

Qingwu gritted his teeth and squeezed a sharp roar from the gap between his teeth: "The blood, glory, and honor of my intelligent deity, your people ..."

An elder of the clan clenched his bone stick and smashed Qingwu's mouth full of teeth with a slap. The broken teeth broke through Qingwu's teeth, making his mouth full of blood and water.

"Shh, shut up ... You dare to say that the bloodlines of your so-called Protoss are nobler than ours ... Oh, my husband can't hear such words. Do you know what it means to be a handsome person? As a fish on a cutting board, you have to Learn how to write two words well! "

Qingwu cried without tears as she watched the fierce elders of the clan who started to spit bleeding water and broken tooth powder from their mouths.

At this moment, Qingwu really wanted to die.

But he was imprisoned so strong that he couldn't even die!

In the furnace of the avenue, the poisonous seal seal from the old man is nourished by the intricate lines of the rhyme. The thumb-shaped poison seal seal has become the size of a human head. The immense amount of evil spirits, evil spirits, and all kinds of bad and bad negative breaths also continuously penetrated into this poisonous road seal seal.

Hundreds of witch elders stood under the altar, carrying hundreds of thousands of witches and chanting mantras at the same time, which already formed the witch group, and the soul and soul power of all gathered at this moment, pulling the meditation , The most unpredictable cause and effect, destiny and other forces between heaven and earth.

This power is undoubtedly terrible.

Fate, cause and effect, while you influence him, he is also affecting you.

However, under the leadership of hundreds of Wu Clan elders, the magic curse lined with the treasure of the Avenue Furnace as the core, most of the backwashing power was borne by the Avenue Furnace. Tens of thousands of people evenly divided the remaining little insignificant back bites, and received little back bite force.

The evil altar shaped like a pyramid is thousands of feet high, and the side of the base is about three thousand feet long. The entire altar looks a bit flat.

The evil cursing power followed the connection between Qingwu and his deity as a guide, and it continued to erupt above the sky.

Straddling the black void of the immensity, it accurately captured the sacred mountain of the wisdom protoss in the void, plunged into the densely forbidden hall of numerous protoss, forcibly broke the protection of the three-page book of wisdom, and gently penetrated into the fog Body.

In the hall, the mist had just stood up and he fell inexplicably.

The chin touched the ground first. With a click, the misty jaw bone broke into eight pieces, and a piece of broken bone even penetrated the flesh on the chin and stuck out.

Stroking the **** chin, the mist was sobbing and tearless, and he spit a poisonous blood very gently.

Most of his skin was ulcerated, poisonous blood was flooding his body, and the three-page book of wisdom could not stop the spread of toxicity.

"I ask for help ..." The mist lay on the ground, murmured to himself.

"But ... to whom?" The minds of the members of the Smart Protoss flashed in their heads, and the mist shivered.

When I think about my wits and bravery with these brothers and clan in my weekdays, when I think of everyone's tireless calculations, when I think of everyone's daily pitfalls and the knife behind them, the fog can't help but scream.

"A bunch of assholes!"

The mist moaned in despair.

"Then, I must save myself. I must save myself ... I can't die here ... The words of the ancestors, I very much agree with-God, must be selfish. A qualified **** with wisdom must use You are at the core. Only by guaranteeing your own interests can you talk about the interests of ethnic groups. "

"This sentence is so reasonable to him-mum!"

The mist murmured: "I can't agree more ... this is simply the motto of all the people of my tribe of wisdom."

"So ... my avatar in the Chao Dynasty, **** blue mist, where are you?"

The book of wisdom hovering above the fog burst out with a dazzling divine light, and Bai Cancan's divine light filled the huge temple.

After about half a cup of tea time, the blue mist lying on the altar sprayed a faint white **** light, and a vast consciousness came, directly taking over the **** and flesh of the blue mist.

Qingwu's eyes became pure white, as if two little sun were inlaid in his eye sockets, and the white light emitted by the eyes illuminated the void in the tens of miles.

"Oh, King Wu Wutie, it's not a pleasure to meet you this way."

Qingwu ... No, Miwu stopped his futile struggle, widened his eyes, and looked deep at Wutie: "Amazing, awesome ... What method did you use to break through at least the three major divine prohibitions and directly attack my Ontology? "

Wu Tie looked at the fog with interest: "Three major gods forbidden? Tell me?"

The fog breathed: "Pause your curse, or my body will rot before I explain it clearly."

The witch iron nodded, and he raised his hand and pointed at the avenue melting furnace suspended above his head, and the curse and various negative breaths that were constantly conveyed to the body of the mist suddenly paused.

The mist nodded with satisfaction: "The first **** forbidden is on top of your heads. Above this sky, there is a **** who forbids us from flying into the void."

"The second imprisonment is in the void above the sky. Even if you can forcibly break through the sky, you will not be able to cross the boundless void. You will lose your direction and be completely confused in it. You cannot leave the land of Mum."

"The third divine forbidden is outside the **** mountain of my wise protoss. This great divine forbidden is integrated with the observation sentries of other major protoss, and they are involved with each other and cover each other. The defense is very strong."

For the sake of his own interests, Miwu thought very seriously and really told the three major deities to the witch iron one by one.

He explained in detail the principles of the three major divine restraints and the effects they possess.

The witch iron nodded slowly: "Speaking of which, it is indeed a very strong defense ... but, in fact, you have been attacked by us, haven't you?"

Without waiting for the fog to respond to this sentence, Wu Tie smiled brilliantly, and asked him with a brilliant smile: "Let's open the door and say, want to die or live?"

Misty stayed, it seemed that he never dreamed that Wu Tie would ask such a question directly.

Silent for a while, Misty said carefully: "Of course, who wants to die if he can live?"

After a pause, the mist hurried to speak, wanting to reverse a little initiative: "Of course, I'm not saying that you must have the ability to threaten my life. After all, I am the supreme leader of the wisdom protoss here. I think, I still have the ability to protect myself. "

The witch iron spread his hands: "Oh? This way is still stiff? Then, continue to curse ... patriarchs, don't be merciful, just let go!"

Wu Tie shouted loudly.

The fog immediately screamed: "Slow ... well, I admit, you have a certain possibility, threatening my life ... so, for the absolute safety of my life, we need to ... talk well."