"This is not the attitude that the prisoner below should have."

Wu Tie began to untie the rune chains wrapped around Qingwu's body, untie all kinds of vicious restrictions and imprisonments on him.

"The prisoner under the ranks? Me?"

Qingwu let Wu Tieshi do it, and smiled with a 'hehehe': "I still hang high above the sky, overlooking you and other ants. I am just one of the billions of incarnations of my deity... If you imprison a hair of my deity, you dare to imprison me?"

Wu Tie smiled and knocked Qingwu's head: "Naughty... Isn't you a hair? Haha."

Qingwu suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at Wu Tie's strange smile and suddenly remembered the gods who had died inexplicably when they were observing the outpost.

Especially not many years ago, the Ice Spirit God Clan was inexplicably cursed and killed.

Moreover, the source of those who were cursed and killed seemed to come from the Three Kingdoms Continent... After their clones arrived in the Three Kingdoms Continent, they were inexplicably cursed and killed by others with their supreme magical powers.

"Hey, a few years ago, you didn't do the people from the Ice Spirit God Clan, right?" Qingwu asked Wu Tie with a hurried and guilty look.

"Ah? What are you saying? Oh, are you talking about those guys with fish tails?" Wu Tie raised his head and said thoughtfully: "A few years ago, there was a big beauty with cold all over her body, tsk, and one of hers...what brother or something?"

"Oh, by the way, she also said that she was the princess who was booked by a major figure in the Ice Spirit God Clan?"

"Haha, but that's it... an altar, a sacrifice, an ancient curse... she should have been dead, right?"

Wu Tie whistled easily: "She didn't do good things in our place. Haha, killing people all over the family and plundering girls, this is not a good thing... What's her name? Anyway, is she dead?"

Qingwu's face suddenly turned pale.

It is true that the identity of the "princess" that a major figure in the Ice Spirit God Clan is scheduled to be.

The one who was cursed was seriously the one who was cursed by Wu Tie in front of him... But according to the information obtained by Qingwu and the information analysis conducted by Qingwu's original deity summoning the great wise men in the clan, Wu Tie, who is now receiving the focus, should have been just an unknown little person at that time.

Wu Tie at that time shouldn't have much ability.

How could he? At that time, there was the power to curse and kill a god?

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do to me? What do you want to do to my deity?" Seeing all the imprisonment on your body and all the constraints had been untied, Qingwu was not happy, happy, but screamed in horror.

"You... let me go, let me go!" Qingwu screamed.

Suddenly there was a beautifully shaped figure on the center of his eyebrows, like a gem as the axis and a scroll-shaped divine pattern with a page of light lit up.

Waves of strange soul waves spread around, and Qingwu's body suddenly collapsed inward. He used the secret technique of the Wisdom Gods, ready to explode his body and let his own distraction escape.

The frontal combat power of the Wisdom God Clan is not good, but various soul secret techniques are all-encompassing and ever-changing. In terms of weirdness and ruthlessness, it is a bit worse than the Soul God Clan. However, if you want to say that it is magical and changeable, the Soul God Clan is not as good as them.

A clone of essence and blood is not worth mentioning to them.

The clone of the essence and blood was self-exploding, and this wisp of the green mist was 100% sure to escape easily.

In various places in Sui Chao, Qingwu prepared no less than 10,000 clones of essence and blood. He could change his face and reappear in the world at any time.

Otherwise, the last time he besieged the Yin Palace, Qingwu was completely shattered by Feng Li's punch. How could he appear so quickly?

However, as soon as his body was restrained inward, Wu Tie pointed his finger at Qingwu's eyebrows. A terrifying withered force swept across Qingwu's body. All the essence, blood and magic power in his body were swallowed by this withered force.

A bomb was removed from the explosion inside - the medicine, leaving only a layer of iron shell, and you even exploded yourself!

Qingwu screamed strangely, and his distraction was about to escape from this clone that failed to explode.

Wu Tie pointed his finger, and circles of black light patterns rushed out from his fingertips and quickly penetrated into Qingwu's body. So, every cell in Qingwu's clone seemed to be covered with sticky glue, sticking Qingwu's distraction firmly into his body.

No matter how Qingwu struggled, how she roared, how she screamed and scolded in panic, his distraction was stuck in this clone and could not be freed from it no matter what.

Qingwu used dozens of soul secret techniques in a row, and even used three taboo techniques to burn the mind and completely transform this strand of mind.

But all secret techniques are completely ineffective.

"This is the soul-prisoning curse of the soul god clan!"

Qingwu suddenly discovered the roots and feet of these black light patterns, and he screamed hysterically: "This is the soul-prisoning curse of the soul god clan... You are just a lowly human race, how could you cast the soul-prisoning curse?"

Wu Tie looked at Qingwu with a smile.

From the deep bloodline of the witch clan, he obtained the inheritance of countless alien avenues that accompanied him in the spiritual light when Pangu saints opened up the world.

Wu Tie can only comprehend more than 30% of those alien avenues, and he has reached the extreme. No matter his body or soul, he can no longer bear the pressure of more avenues. Even more one, it will cause a complete collapse of his body and soul.

Among the avenues with a little more than 30%, Wu Tie chose all the avenues related to soul, wisdom, life, death, etc.

Others such as the more basic five elements, yin and yang, power, blood and other more "stable and down-to-earth" auras, Wu Tie, with a hint of compliment, did not choose these too "basic" auras to comprehend and integrate.

Therefore, Wu Tie now has a deep understanding of the various soul paths contained in the bloodline of the Soul God Clan and has mastered a lot.

It is not difficult to cast the mere soul-prisoning curse.

"Impossible, unless you are a soul god... Otherwise... you, you... no one can cast the soul-capturing spell."

Qingwu is already a little incoherent.

Then, he suddenly calmed down. He stared at Wu Tie and murmured: "Is it you who stole the glory of us and other gods?"

Qingwu said in a deep voice: "The thing we worry most finally happened... Among the Pangu tribe, someone got the damn thief, snatched it away... of us gods..."

"What did Pangu steal you?" Wu Tie asked Qingwu curiously.

"Why should I answer you?" Qingwu looked at Wu Tie, and her face turned extremely distorted, ferocious: "Although this question is irrelevant, after all, he has succeeded... But why should I answer you?"

"You got what he stole... you damn... thief!"

"Okay, I don't need you to answer anything." Wu Tie chuckled: "I probably know what it is, your blood secrets, your original origins, the source of all your supernatural powers...or, you gods, the 'mother of creation'."

"Look, I know a little bit of something." Wu Tie hummed a little tune easily and picked up Qingwu: "Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't answer. Anyway, I just want this wisp of your mind."

"Your deity doesn't want to come to see me, so I will force him to come to see me." Wu Tie looked down at the blue mist in his hand and grinned, "Guess, can I calculate your deity through you?"

The blue mist's face was twisted, his lips were pale, his body was trembling slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He was quickly judging Wu Tie's strength and his own strength. Everything he knew about the human race was rolling in his mind.

Can Wu Tie pose a threat to his deity?

Using the blue mist that is too much, sweat immediately seeps out of the forehead, and then turns into white mist and rises.

Wu Tie smiled and carried the blue mist and left the prison thousands of miles underground.

Three days later, on the southwest border of Suizhou, there was a burial army that could not grow in no grass.

This is the place where the Sui Dynasty and the Western Demon Kingdom and the Southern Demon Kingdom are a battle-making place. On average, about a hundred years, a tragic war will inevitably break out here. The Sui Dynasty dispatched tens of millions of elite troops, while the Demon Kingdom and the Ghost Kingdom dispatched more than a hundred times more minions.

On weekdays, there are often minor frictions here, and every day there are three parties who die here in battle.

Countless evil and fierce curses filled the Burial Army, causing the wilderness of tens of thousands of miles to not grow in a field of thousands of miles, and no ants exist. Ordinary creatures took a step and were contaminated by the fierce aura. At least they would be seriously ill, and they would die and disappear at any time.

This is also the most dangerous Jedi that Wu Tie can find around Suizhou.

Hundreds of witch elders came here from the Three Kingdoms Continent through teleportation arrays. They held bone staffs and walked on the Burial Army Yuan, chanting ancient and obscure spells. Streams of strange magic power fluctuations enveloped the entire Burial Army Yuan.

The entire Burial Army was like a zombie hidden deep in the ground for trillions of years, suddenly awakened by these witch elders.

A large area of ​​gray, red, black, and dark green ominous aura winds up from the ground, and gradually condenses into a dark wind evil cloud that is thousands of miles thick and hundreds of thousands of miles long, almost real.

Accompanied by the low roar, the ground of the treasure army cracked, and pieces were large and small, mottled, all filled with a vast array of hostility, evil spirits, evil spirits, yin energy, as well as various deaths, epidemics, bad luck, and destruction of various unlucky forces, flying up from the ground.

In the past countless years, countless soldiers of Sui Chao died here, countless masters of the demon kingdom and ghost kingdom were killed here.

The soldiers of the Sui Dynasty and the logistics soldiers were responsible for collecting the bodies. Seventy-one of the 100 dead in battle were transported back to Sui Dynasty for burial, and only about 30% of the remains were left here.

And the Demon Kingdom and the Ghost Kingdom, where is there any statement about burial?

Those who died in battle were thrown away here, letting the wind and rain, and the terrain change, and all of them were buried deep underground.

For countless years, the Burial Army has accumulated countless negative auras below. At this moment, these negative auras were triggered by the elders of the witch clan using witchcraft. Pieces of evil bones soaring into the sky rose into the sky and slowly pieced together.

‘Crack, Crack’, countless bones flew around the sky, slowly putting together an altar with an evil spirit.

Wu Tie stood on a small hill on the edge of the original edge of the Burial Army, and stood beside him the blue mist that was imprisoned and unable to move.

Qingwu looked at the elders of the witch clan, and his face became more and more dismal and pale.

He said tremblingly: "The Witch Clan...they... are the Witch Clan..."

Wu Tie glanced at Qingwu with a sideways: "My name is Wu Tie. Isn't it natural for me to ask the elders of the witch clan to help? What's the point of making a fuss?"

Qingwu gritted his teeth and said tremblingly: "In the secret of war of our clan, the war of the coming year, the witch tribe caused to the gods was the greatest of all the tribes of the human race... They can fight in close combat and attack from afar, and the mysterious and evil witchcraft is the most brutal and cruel."

"If not, the Ten Thousand Cursed Gods and the Witch Clan secretly competed with the spell, and the curse cut off the fortune of the Witch Clan and made the subsequent weakness... The sacrifices of the gods in those arrival battles would probably be unacceptable."

Qingwu murmured: "However, because of that spell-sacred gods, the whole clan was cursed and completely extinct ten thousand years later."

"On the contrary, the Witch Clan, why are you... growing stronger again?"

Qingwu kept oozing cold sweat from his body. He looked at the busy witch elders, the hundreds of thousands of witch men gathered in the burial army, and then at Wu Tie standing beside him, and the row of tall and large witch elites standing behind Wu Tie.

Qingwu suddenly wanted to cry.

"You can't do it." Qingwu said in a deep voice: "My deity, his soul is protected by the three pages of the Book of Wisdom. It is the supreme artifact of my wisdom gods. You cannot pose any threat to him."

"That's not necessarily." Wu Tie released the Avenue furnace, and the flames rolled in the furnace, condensed into three pieces of equipment.

A skeleton crown, a magic mirror, and a long-handled sickle.

"This is also the supreme artifact? This furnace of my king is made by devouring them and fusing countless other rare materials to finally cast it."

Qingwu suddenly widened his eyes. His pupils first contracted to the size of a needle tip, and then suddenly spread like a dead person, which shows how violent the shock he was in his heart.
To be continued...