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With him here, the gods would not dare to be presumptuous... Now, he is not there, but they have brought them to their door and started the sacrifice themselves.

Without the suppression of the old man, how could the gods be so well-behaved?

Xuan Ming suddenly remembered the change of the gate leading to the cemetery of the gods. He didn't think about it before, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it seems that the sudden change of the gate sucked all their ancestral witches in, which foreshadowed all this happening now!

I am afraid that the change of the gate was also produced after the discovery of their existence under the control of the gods.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you!"

Xuanming regretted it endlessly and felt extremely resentful.

Soon, the blood of all the ancestor witches was drawn, and the invisible pressure dissipated a lot.

A majestic, gigantic, and terrifying black figure stood in front of the group of ancestor witches. It was shrouded in black mist, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his emotions could be felt.

There was no concealment at all, and there was a hint of excitement mixed with satisfaction.

"The sacrificial offering has been received... Priestess, you can make your wish now!"

A wave appeared and spread into the minds of the ancestor witches.

The ancestor witches raised their heads and looked at the huge black shadow. The terrifying breath and fluctuations came from their eyes, causing them severe pain all over their bodies, stinging eyes, and trembling constantly. They couldn't bear the power carried by it. Looks like it's about to explode.

But even so, the ancestor witches still stared at the black shadow, unwilling to leave!

A huge sense of emptiness came, making the ancestor witches feel extremely lost, as if they had lost the most important thing.

The fact is indeed true, they have indeed lost their most precious thing, Pan Gu's blood.

After the other gods received the blood of Pangu from the ancestral witches, they all returned to their original tombs without any movement.

Only the black shadow in front of him still exists, waiting here, waiting for the ancestor witches to make their request.

The method of sacrificial offering is to transmit the treasures, which carry the will of the treasures and exchange them.

This is a force they cannot resist.

Because Duobao is not around, they can make a limited leap, not just draw one person's blood, but the exchange of this core is unavoidable.

After collecting the sacrifices, they must fulfill each other's requirements, otherwise, the sacrifices will come back...they will be completely annihilated and fallen.

The ancestor witches stared at the black shadow angrily, but did not speak.

Di Jiang took a deep breath, the matter has come to this point, and it cannot be changed.

Fortunately, although they lost their blood, they were not injured, and even because of this, the death energy that had invaded their bodies also disappeared.

They felt the warmth again, the temperature of being a living person.

"Please God King... revive my little sister." Di Jiang said in a deep voice.

The black shadow looked at Houtu, and there was a tsk-tsk sound from under the face shrouded in black mist.

"A dead man, only the true spirit remains."

"Hey, no... Her body has completely disappeared, and no cause and effect can be found, and it is gone at the level of cause and effect."

"Interesting, let me see..."

The black shadow spoke in a low voice, and suddenly stretched out his hand and swiped in front of him, suddenly complex and dense black lines appeared.

There is terrifying power in the black thread, and it contains powerful mystery...Even if the ancestor witches do not have souls, they can still feel its power.

After staring at it for a short time, I felt a pain in my head, as if it was about to explode, and they all looked away immediately, not daring to look more, feeling horrified in my heart.

"Oh, it has a body, but it was suppressed by a force... No, it turned into that force!"

Soi Ying's voice was suddenly full of shock: "This, this, this..."

Bang!

A force of samsara suddenly appeared and landed on Soi Ying, who was beaten back again and again.

"So strong!"

A shocked voice appeared, and the black shadow looked carefully at Houtu with a solemn expression: "How could this be? This power...even surpasses us...She is only a demigod, how can her body become so powerful? The presence?"

Di Jiang turned his head, dodging the increasingly dense and powerful black lines, and asked, "Your Majesty, may my little sister be resurrected?"

He didn't know the identity of Sombra, but he returned to the cemetery from the other gods' mansions, leaving him alone, and from the sense of breath, he was also one of the best existences among the gods, so he respectfully called him the king of gods.

"Wait, don't worry, I'll take a look again." The black shadow stared at Houtu, not daring to look at the reincarnation of his body, to check other things, and after a while, another surprised voice appeared: "Where is the soul? How not?"

"It's strange, the body...how can there be no soul? All living things have a soul, how could she not?"

"and many more..."

All the ancestor witches suddenly felt a cold gaze on their bodies, and they felt their bodies tense up. Under the gaze, they were almost frozen by his gaze.

"It's so strong, it's really so strong, it's already beyond the existence of a saint!" Di Jiang said in surprise.

He has seen saints before, and in his induction, other saints seem to be much worse than the black shadow in front of him!

Just relying on their gaze, they were almost frozen forever.

Moreover, this is because the other party has no intention of doing anything to them, it's just a casual look!

Although other saints are strong, they are far from reaching this level!

"You don't even have souls, only true spirits and bodies...Pangu's bloodline, ancestral witches...are you called the Wu Clan?" Black Shadow asked.

Di Jiang respectfully replied: "Yes."

The strength is not as good as others, and the attitude naturally needs to be changed, and he still begs others. If there is any other performance, then he is really a fool!

"Witch Clan... What a strange race, they don't even have souls."

The black shadow nodded, and then stretched out his hand to touch the back soil, endless black air rushed out from his body, thousands of black air surrounded the back soil, shuttled quickly, and soon formed a pitch-black coffin.

"All right."

Hearing the voice, the ancestor witches suppressed other emotions in their hearts, and looked towards Houtu one after another.

Houtu had disappeared, and he was in a black coffin, not standing there waiting for them as they had expected.

"Your Majesty... what is the meaning of this?" Di Jiang's angry voice sounded.

He was suppressing his anger. They had already lost all the blood of the father god, and at the price of this, all they wanted was to resurrect the little sister.

But now, it turned out like this, and there was no resurrection at all... How could he accept such a result after paying so much?

"Don't worry!" Heiying said calmly, "Your little sister was seriously injured, her body turned into that horrible thing... There is no soul, only the true spirit exists."

"Therefore, she will not be able to have a body in the future. Once a body appears, she will immediately be stared at by that terrifying thing and dragged away."

"I can't stop that power, but as for the soul, I have already given her one. Now, she is sleeping, the true spirit is protected by the soul, and there will be no danger of the true spirit collapsing."

"Why hasn't the little girl woke up yet? And why is she lying in this coffin?" Di Jiang was overjoyed when he heard that, there was no danger of the true spirit collapsing, which meant that he would not really fall, and his heart was slightly relieved.

"Her current situation is very complicated. Although she survived, the true spirit was too broken before. It needs to be cultivated and repaired with the power of us and other gods..." The black figure flashed and slowly moved towards himself to the cemetery.

Chapter 4 and Eight Your Child Has Grow Up

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Looking at the entire cemetery of the gods, it was desolate and even barren, stretching as far as the eye could see, and the pitch-black death energy filled the whole world, floating like smoke, causing the ancestor witches to feel a sense of desolation inexplicably.

Especially when watching the black shadow god king walk into the cemetery and lie down peacefully... the anger towards him in my heart suddenly decreased a lot,

The cemetery of the gods was originally the world of the gods, with a complete and powerful civilization, extremely bright, countless gorgeous, exquisite, powerful, and shocking buildings, formed one by one with the efforts of countless creatures.

However, all the magnificence and brilliance of these things were shattered with the end of the gods, affected by the power of the war of the gods, and finally turned into this vast and barren cemetery, the dead zone.

In a world where such a powerful existence can be born, one can imagine how glorious, bright, dazzling, and powerful it used to be, but now... there are only countless cemeteries and death.

"Let her stay here for the time being. It's good for her... After she recovers and resurrects, she will naturally go out to find you."

With the final sound, the Black Shadow God King disappeared completely.

Di Jiang stared at the figure of the Black Shadow God King, and suddenly felt helpless in his originally strong and domineering feeling.

"have no choice?"

Di Jiang thought to himself: "What kind of thing would make such a powerful existence feel helpless?"

call out!

While thinking, a red figure, 1.5 meters tall, wearing a red dress, came out out of thin air: "Your work has been done, you can leave."

"It's her, that woman!"

The moment they saw it, the ancestor witches thought of what Xuanming said before, the only two people alive in this terrifying world, the woman between the old man and the woman.

"So, it turned out to be a child... so young in appearance?"

The ancestor witches were amazed that what Xuan Ming said before was always replaced by a woman, they never thought that her age was so young.

Of course, in the prehistoric age, time is worthless, and one's appearance does not determine one's own age, it has something to do with one's mind... But if one looks like this, generally speaking, one will not be too old.

Swish!

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the child. With a wave of his hand, the eyes of the ancestor witches froze, and they didn't even sense a wave of power. Then, when they woke up again, they found that they had returned to the Pangu Palace.

"So strong!" Zhu Rong said in shock.

He saw the opponent's movement and wanted to resist, but when the idea just appeared, he found that he had returned to the Pangu Temple and left the cemetery of the gods.

"It's really strong... But, in such a place, how can it be ordinary to survive in the end?" Tian Wu sensed his body, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "We have lost the blood of the Father God... .Are we still witches?"

All the ancestor witches were silent, and they all asked themselves in their hearts... Do you still count as a witch clan like this?

Even Zhu Rong, who was originally silent in Xiaohong's powerful strength, who had always been carefree, was surrounded by strong sadness at this time.

"Is it still a witch?"

After being silent for a long time, Di Jiang looked at the group of sad brothers, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "It's not all a bad thing, at least my little sister... can survive."

"Indeed, although paying so much...but it's worth it." Qiang Liang said heavily.

Xuan Ming squinted his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Do you have to have blood to be a witch clan?"

The ancestor witches were surprised and looked at her one after another.

"Sister Xuanming... what do you mean?"

Xuan Ming stared at the crowd, and said word by word: "Could it be that without the blood of the Father God, are we not the children of the Father God?"

"Our essence has never changed, we just lost our blood."

"After all, we are all transformed by the blood of the Father God... No matter what, even if we lose our blood, we are still the children of the Father God, and we are still the witch clan!"

This question was already on her mind when she lost her Pangu bloodline.

"Although bloodlines were the most important thing we used to value, in fact, what is most important to us is not bloodlines, but our identities."

"Father God opened up this world, we are the children of Father God, this identity is our root."

With the words, many entanglements and hesitations before were gradually resolved, and Xuanming's words became faster and faster: "Our identity has not changed, but we have lost our blood, and even our strength has not decreased too much."

Yes, the gods took their blood, and the method they used was very strange, but it didn't have much impact on their strength.

"We're still us... the Witch Clan, we've always been!"

The ancestor witches stared blankly at Xuanming, their brains roared, and they didn't react for a while.

Immersed in the joy of saving Houtu and the sadness of losing their blood, they were in the double complicated situation, hearing Xuan Ming's words at this time made their already complicated emotions even more complicated in an instant.

Feeling the complicated eyes on his body, Xuan Ming continued: "Before, we were all caught in an obsession."

"What obsession?" Zhu Rong couldn't help asking.

"Father's bloodline!"

Xuan Ming uttered this word heavily. In the past, such a word, such a word, once uttered, would be disrespectful to God the Father. She would not say it, let alone think about it, even if she said it. If you come out, you will be scolded by other brothers and sisters.

They are so reverent to the Father God that they almost do not allow the slightest doubt.

Only now, only now, after everyone has lost the blood of the Father God, after everyone has lost this obsession, can such words be said, and it is also under such circumstances that she would think so.

"I am proud and proud of the blood of the Father God. It is the blood that makes us, but also limits us!"

"Success and bloodlines are also defeated by bloodlines..."

Shebishi's voice was trembling, and she interrupted Xuanming's words in disbelief: "Xuanming, how dare you?"