The pressure is like a prison, and the sequel is like the sea!

Under his blood-colored eyes, Mo Yu felt that he was as small as an ant.

Instinct, deep fear arises... and surrender!

The soul is screaming.

The situation where you encounter natural enemies and you cannot have the idea of ​​resisting, will appear again at this moment.

But it is countless times stronger than before.

The ancestor spirit is Mo Yu’s source of fear when he approaches the ancestral land!

Suddenly, a howl suddenly rang between heaven and earth.

boom--

The nine heavens and ten earths shook together, and then they collapsed wildly, and blood-colored chains appeared from nothingness.

Each of them penetrated the black clouds on the black lake and penetrated the terrifying figure that was looming.

It struggled wildly, and bit it!

Mo Yu's face turned pale in an instant, and blood gushed between his mouth and nose.

But at this moment, someone was even more miserable than him.

The lake water suddenly exploded, revealing a blood-colored altar deep in the bottom of the lake.

The priest and his six "shadows" were cross-legged on the altar, and things like blood vessels were tangled and penetrated into their bodies.

At this moment, the blood vessels were twisting, and they were crazily absorbing his vitality and strength.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the sacrifice and "shadow" was completely shriveled.

Then, the body began to shrink, and the bones in the body began to soften and shatter!

"Ah!" The priest roared in pain, "Take a move quickly and suppress the ancestor spirit!"

In the ancestral land, a large number of powerful people from the world gathered together, their faces changed drastically.

But without any hesitation, they took action at the same time.

boom--

boom--

Countless powerful auras burst into the world in an instant, like spears, stabbing into the black clouds, nailing the vague figure to death!

Everyone's face turned pale and fear surged deep in their eyes, even though they were as strong as the ancient king or as Turba.

Those who are qualified to come here understand what kind of disaster they mean once the ancestor spirit breaks free.

Everyone present today will die!

roar--

The ancestor spirit roared, and the whole world trembled. You can clearly hear the "bang" and "bang" sounds made by the tightened chains of the void.

It seems that the next moment, it will be about to break down.

puff--

In the ancestral land, all the powerful people in the great world spewed out a mouthful of blood, and their faces became paler.

The skin began to crack, and blood flowed out of the wound, leaving Mo Yu's body, gathered in the air into a "stream" and flowed towards the ancestor spirit.

roar--

roar--

The ancestor spirit struggled even more violently, and a sense of joy came from the tyranny.

Suddenly, four figures appeared around the black clouds without warning.

Each of them was wearing zither clothes and a big hat, covering their entire face.

The strong and dead spirit is filled with it, not like a living person, but more like a corpse crawling out of a coffin.

Four figures made a move at the same time, raising their hands to press into the black cloud.

Hilara-

The sound was like cold water pouring on the red soldering iron, but at this moment, the rising fog was a rich blood color.

It was so scarlet, like it was concentrated by countless blood, and the world was suddenly filled with a pungent smell of blood!

The fog was like a barrier, wrapping the entire black cloud in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the power of the ancestral spirit was isolated and the many powerful people in the world that were struggling to support were rescued from the brink of collapse.

But Mo Yu still couldn't escape. A black line appeared between him and his ancestor spirit, imprisoning him in place.

The blood flowing out was blocked by the blood-colored mist, and Zuling suddenly fell into anger. It seemed to feel a certain threat and struggled even more violently.

The black clouds were boiling, and the black lake below felt something, and endless waves suddenly aroused.

The bloody altar at the bottom of the lake, those blood vessel-like existences suddenly turned black.

The priest and his six shadows screamed shrillly at the same time, "crack" and "crack" sounded, and his body quickly collapsed inward and eventually disappeared completely.

They were completely swallowed by this blood vessel!

boom--

The aura of the ancestor spirit soared, and obviously he gained extremely powerful power from it.

call out--

A tentacle suddenly shot out from the dark clouds and whipped heavily on one of the figures.

When the two met, they made a dull sound, just like two mountains colliding together.

The flesh and blood in his chest collapsed instantly, revealing the red bones below, but the figure did not retreat in half a step.

Instead, continue to step forward!

The collapsed flesh and blood touched the black clouds and directly evaporated, turning into bloody mist.

The other three figures were slow, but extremely firm, squeezing into the dark clouds.

Their bodies seemed to fall into thick acid, melting rapidly, reacting violently with the black clouds, turning into countless bloody mists.

More and more, thicker and thicker, wrapping the black clouds and ancestral spirits layer by layer.

roar--

roar--

The roar of the ancestor spirit became more and more angry and anxious, but also became more and more low and weak.

You can vaguely see the four figures, now four naked skeletons.

Little by little, squeezed to the side of the ancestor.

Then, there was a roar that was extremely painful throughout his life.

Boom-

Boom-

The whole world was vibrated violently, and countless cracks appeared and spread in all directions.

Until the end of your sight!

Even the ancestral land itself, on this black mountain, began to appear, with countless tiny cracks like spider webs.

puff--

Mo Yu spit out a mouthful of blood, and the black line between him and the ancestor spirit was finally cut off. Without any hesitation, he stepped on his feet and his figure retreated backwards.

for a long time.

The blood-colored mist disappeared, and the ancestor spirit disappeared, and the black lake gradually returned to peace.

But the cracks that were slowly healing on the black mountain were clearly recorded, which happened in the horror just now.

Countless powerful people in the world suddenly relaxed their hearts, and then they realized that their robes were soaked in cold sweat.

They looked up, their eyes fell on Mo Yu, hesitated slightly, and then turned into a deep awe.

It can trigger a riot of the ancestral spirit and almost break free from the suppression. It seems that this seed is more mysterious and... noble than they imagined!

Wow—

The surface of the black lake suddenly fluctuated, and circles of water marks appeared.

A ball of black meat appeared from it, and then quickly squirmed and grew. After more than a dozen breaths, it grew into a young boy.

Then, the young man spent his youth and middle age in a short time, turning into a shriveled, old figure.

It is a sacrifice!

The next moment, six groups of black lake water flew out and landed behind him, faintly reflecting his shadow, but it was far from being condensed.

Swish-

The priest opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and filled with endless anger!

"Turba!"

Turba, who was in a state of dismay, had a pale and terrifying face, suddenly woke up.

boom--

He suffered a heavy blow and flew out, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood.

The ancient king's face changed slightly, he took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice, this is an accident!"

The priest roared, "Get out of the way, I'm going to kill him!"
Chapter completed!