Outside Yaoshan City, there are tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers waiting for battle, namely southeast, west and north.

Zamu ruled over 300,000 elite soldiers, looking at the surrounded alien slaves with a little arrogance. Those powerful people of the Ga tribe who were once high and he had been servile to them; those dark clan servants with dark skin and originated from the same bloodline as him; and those colorful skins with a large number of monster slaves.

"A group of people who don't know how to live or die deserve to be sacrificed to the great masters!" Zamu and all the Dark Clan warriors under his command had the same thoughts as the same ones.

There is no mercy, no sympathy, no even a slight unbearableness.

To put it in inappropriately, the tragic race of the Dark Clan is the tame hunting dogs, and obedience and respect have been engraved in the depths of their bloodline. Even if more than half of the surrounded warriors are exactly the same as them, the hunting dogs never regard themselves and wolves as the same creatures.

"It's so stupid." Zamu stroked the breastplate carved with exquisite patterns, and smiled with a few dark clan generals around him, saying, "They should kneel down and be loyal to the great masters, maybe they still have some chance to survive."

The generals of the Dark Clan grinned, their hearts full of pride and pride. They were slaves of the noble Yao Bo, and those unlucky guys with the same skin color and blood as them were pitiful sacrifices, which was enough to make them proud!

The old monster Zhu Longgui held a big jar of wine and squatted from afar on the wall of Yaoshan City and looked at the besieged slaves. He drank the wine in small sips, and said to himself curiously: "This kid Ji Hao, buying so many slaves... can't he want to do that kind of thing, right?"

Si Wenming also held a big jar of wine and sat on a city wall to look at the cold and numb slaves in the distance. He took a big sip of wine and laughed boldly: "The alien race. The dead alien race is the best alien race. In fact, I have never agreed to use alien races as slaves. It is best to wipe them out all of them. Ji Hao did a pretty job!"

Zhulonggui and Si Wenming both came to watch the fun.

Ji Hao dispatched the Eight Witch Emperors of Zhuronglong and almost emptyed Puyang's slave market. This matter was neither big nor small, enough to alarm Zhu Longgui and Si Wenming, who had a quick news. They all knew the background of Taisi and Shaosi brothers and sisters. Knowing that they were the bloodline of the almost extinct Xuanming clan, they guessed what Ji Hao wanted to do.

So they rushed over, trying to witness the mystery and terror of the legendary Xuanming clan with their own eyes.

Zhulonggui simply wanted to watch the fun, but when people got old, they became more curious. Si Wenming also brought several confidant wizards, who planned to record the blood sacrifice process of the Xuanming clan and deposit it into the secret script of the Witch Palace for later generations to refer to.

The two of them watched teams of slaves being escorted over, standing in the cold wind with expressionless faces.

In a sudden moment, Zhu Longgui patted the city wall under his feet: "This city... I didn't expect that those guys would even dare to sell the treasures in the sky? It seems that the ancient heaven is really completely ruined."

Si Wenming looked up at the sky with a little worried: "Is it completely out of control? We should send more people to monitor the Heavenly Court, otherwise if those guys really mess up the plate, it will be a lot of trouble."

After hesitating for a moment, Si Wenming turned his head and looked at Yaoshan City surrounded by smoke and clouds, and smiled enthusiastically: "I don't know if Ji Hao got the formation map of the Heavenly Court? I really want to see the full picture of the Heavenly Earth Array that suppressed the heavenly world in ancient times. It would be even better if it could be included in the Witch Hall."

The two of them muttered in words and words here, and Ji Hao had already dyed the altar red with the blood of the Witch King-level ferocious beast.

The altar made of unknown bones made a "clog" sound, swallowing the blood of the ferocious beast like a living thing, leaving nothing behind.

A series of turbulent winds, as sharp as a knife, rushed out from the ground, whistling one by one. One by one, the spiraled into the sky, and the red clouds in the sky quickly rotated. After a few breaths, the sky was covered with dense cloud vortexes, large and small, like eyes. The rapidly rotating cloud vortexes rubbed against the air, making sharp howling sounds of ghosts and wolves.

Ji Hao dropped the Black Stone Sacrifice Knife that killed the ferocious beast in his hand and stepped back.

Shao Si Ranran stepped forward, stood in front of the altar and recited the secret curse that had been passed down from generation to generation in the blood of the Xuanming clan. A misty white light enveloped her body, and behind her, a huge but extremely dim figure appeared.

Ji Hao glanced at the gray-white figure and felt that the soul was shaken. The soul was almost directly pulled away by a terrible force. He hurriedly lowered his head and silently used the secret spell and mantras taught by Taoist Yu Yu to suppress the inner demons and dispel evil demons to suppress the mind.

A clear light surged out from Ji Hao's body, like a burning flame treasure banner surrounding his whole body. The lotus Taoist seal could be faintly seen in the clear light. Ji Hao raised his head again and looked firmly at the huge phantom.

This time, Ji Hao's soul remained unmoved, firm and stable like a mountain.

The phantom felt Ji Hao's firm gaze, and he quietly lowered his head and looked at Ji Hao deeply. Ji Hao's eyes were full of golden light, and nine true words seals could be seen in the golden light suddenly merged inward. The nine magic seals merged into one, and suddenly condensed into a small big axe phantom flashed by.

The phantom froze slightly, and then a very clear voice rang in everyone's heart: "My name, Si Ming!"

Shao Si looked up in shock, and the strange behavior of the phantom almost interrupted her spell.

These powerful beings that had fallen in the ancient times, but had unpredictable power and were faintly in line with the great way of heaven and earth. Although they fell, the fragments of their existence still wandered between heaven and earth.

As long as you master the corresponding secret mantra, you can awaken them from the past time and offer them enough sacrifices to inspire their corresponding laws of heaven and earth to borrow their powerful power. However, these existences have no entity, no wisdom, they are just broken pieces of imprints. In fact, you can say that they do not exist, they just projected the shadow of the past.

The Xuanming clan has been passed down for countless years. I never knew that these have forgotten everything and lost all the ancient demon gods, and they will actively report their "real name" to a "small ant"!

Ji Hao bowed to the huge phantom, bowed very respectfully and cautiously: "Mr. Siming! Today, I'm working hard."

The phantom did not move at all, and the figure was still so frivolous and erratic as fog, but everyone felt vaguely that this existence named Si Ming seemed to smile.

"Sacrifice!" Ji Hao was a little surprised, but he still gave the order!

"Sacrifice!" Zamu roared loudly, and 300,000 elite soldiers from all directions pulled out their weapons at the same time, shouting loudly and rushed towards the countless slaves gathered in the encirclement.

The shaking sound of the bow strings was like a hurricane rising from the ground, and countless arrows were like the collapse of the sky. The first thing they were killed was that they fell into the slave team. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!