He exposed his upper body, held heavy weapons of various colors with his arms, and was ten feet tall, and was a burly scorpion man with a black giant scorpion. He was wearing gorgeous soft armor on his upper body, carrying a bow and arrow on his back, and a huge arrow bag on his waist, and a colorful and ferocious snake tail on his lower body.

There are also heads of animals with various animals, with dark skin and deep eyes like emeralds shining brightly in the dark night. They are wrapped in a scorching desert aura. They hold various scepters and are wearing golden armor.

There are also winged men with wings on their backs, handsome appearance, vague characteristics of men and women, and gliding lightly in the air without sound.

All other things, all of which are strangely born but all are fully armed. The mighty alien warriors lined up in neat rows, either walking, riding mounts, or slid against the ground on the floating battle fort...

In the dark night of heavy rain, an amazing alien army was galloping quickly and silently in the dark wilderness. The alien soldiers with various wolf heads, leopard heads, dog heads and eagle heads were shuttled back and forth in the team. The crutches in their hands kept spewing out divine lights, rippling gusts of wind.

All the soldiers' bodies were surrounded by wind force, and they ran dozens of times faster than usual. The steady wind force absorbed the sounds they made, so that this huge army, which could not see the beginning or end, did not make any sound.

Over the army, there were also various alien soldiers with wings growing and flying extinct. There were also countless ferocious beasts with extremely sensitive sense of smell and extremely powerful combat power patrol around the team, killing all suspicious targets.

Yu Meng and more than a hundred other colonial saints gathered in a floating battle fortress. Yu Meng held his hands in front of his chest and said calmly. The more than a hundred other colonial saints, especially those represented by Yu Hu, still had their eyes standing up. The "Yu" who had not yet obtained Pan Yu's blood to melt it, all of them shouted loudly and roared with their hands and feet.

The eighteen people found Yu Meng and directly promised that as long as Yu Meng and his allies could wipe out the entire Chu Wu lineage, nine places would be given to Yu Meng's allies to pray and become saints.

Nine quotas to pray and become sanctified!

After Yu Meng's allies received this news, all the colonial saints in the colonial alliance went crazy, and they all shouted to lead their troops to participate in the suppression of the Chu Wu lineage.

After a fierce quarrel and a hysterical fight, Yu Meng finally proposed to use lots to select 120 lucky people, and along with him, a total of 121 colonial saints participated in the operation.

However, there are more wolves and fewer meats. There are 120 lucky winners who won the bid to participate in this battle, but there are only nine chances to pray for saints. On the way to the old nest of the Chuwu clan, these colonial saints started arguing over the allocation of nine places.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the eyes of the colonial saints with red eyes were full of fierce lights. Some people with bad tempers pulled out their weapons and slashed at the conference table in the middle of the hall.

Seeing an internal fire and was right in front of him, Shiba, who had been standing aside and silent, finally laughed: "Dear lords, why should you be anxious for a while? There are only nine places for a first witch lineage...there are so many opportunities."

Before the saints present spoke, Eighteen took out a black jade slip, pointed to the name that appeared on it and said gently: "This is the nine most powerful elders of the Chuwu lineage, except for Wu Bi, the contemporary clan leader of the Chuwu lineage. Whoever can get their heads will have a chance to pray and become a saint."

His eyes swept over the many saints present, and the eighteen people sighed quietly: "Nine quotas are only fixed quotas, and I also have a little bit of power. If you can wipe out the first witch lineage except Wu Bi and seize all their witch script inheritance, perhaps... can there be a few more quotas? Of course... they are all their witchcraft secret scripts and inheritance!"

He spread his hands and looked at the crowd who suddenly became extremely fanatical. He chuckled gently as jade as he was: "In addition to the Chu Wu lineage, we have many places to ask for you, and there are many opportunities for you, really."

Yu Hu looked at Ren Shiba with a breath: "There are many opportunities? How many?"

Yu Hu was lucky enough to get the lottery, so he was able to take the direct legion of Panfu World to participate in the raid. He knew that his cultivation was at the bottom of all the colonial saints, and it was difficult to compete with these almost deviled companions for serious opportunities.

So he urgently hopes to know how many opportunities the master behind Eighteen can provide them!

Ren Shiba pretended to be silent for a while, Ren Shiba smiled and said, "Of course, even if our Pangu world finally restores peace, all human races live and work in peace, and all human race enemies are eliminated... As long as you noble lords can give enough rewards, we don't mind consuming the power of the altar and helping you..."

Yu Hu and the colonial saints took a breath at the same time...

Ren Shiba smiled gently and said, "Of course, I pray that the altar is consumed a lot at one time. The official opportunity is free. If you exchange other rewards for the opportunity to use, the price will be a bit huge. So..."

A colonial saint smiled immediately: "Of course, we will definitely cut off the heads of the nine Supreme Elders with all our might. Hey, no one is willing to pay too much extra, right? My brothers!"

The colonial saints laughed "hehe" and didn't they? As nobles of the Yu clan, who would be willing to make extra efforts?

The mixed army used a terrible highway to shuttle through the night. Under the guidance of eighteen people, the army quickly approached Wushan Mountain. Dozens of powerful colonial saints dispersed with a group of confidant masters, and shuttled through the void to block Wushan Mountain from all directions.

Before the huge Wu Sect, Yu Hu was the first to rush out. He pointed at the metal creatures in the Panfeng world. Thousands of metal creatures with a height of several meters quickly merged together, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a metal giant with a height of more than two thousand meters.

With a loud bang, the metal giant grabbed a mountain and slammed it into the witch sect with all his strength.

The Wumen was shaking violently, and the mountains on both sides of the Wumen were crushed to collapse, and countless huge rocks splashed. The demons of the first witch lineage guarding the Wumen were beaten up by the huge rocks, and many demons were beaten to break their bones and fissures and vomited blood.

The next moment, countless black spells blasted out from the witch sect, and the lightning that turned into black fell heavily into the dense army of alien races.
Chapter completed!