Rat 2, Eagle 4, Horse 14 and Ox 15 in the distance all saw this scene. They were shocked and subconsciously took a step back.

But they immediately discovered that those silver-gray air currents were extremely sharp and countless. In just a moment, they had blocked all their escape routes.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the dense forest, but it was Ying Si summoning the evil ghost Dharma. Behind him appeared a ghost king with a green face and fangs, holding two axes, and roared again and again!

The rest of the people also cast spells at the same time. Among them, Shu Er pinched the spell, and the black demon flower above his head quickly fell down and turned into a black light shield, covering it.

As for Ma Shisi and Niu Fifteen, these two people connected their spiritual power and used the secret technique of joint attack. A layer of thunder and fire barrier appeared around them. The thunder and flames merged together, and the power was more than doubled!

Everyone used their strongest magic powers at this moment in order to resist those silver-gray airflows.

However, whether it is the evil ghost dharma, the thunder and fire barrier, or the eight-dimensional demon power, it is like a thin piece of paper in front of these air currents, torn apart in an instant!

Brush! Brush! Brush!

A thin sound of breaking through the air came from the woods. The horse, cow, and eagle were pierced by the airflow one after another, and their bodies were torn into pieces. Like the rabbit-headed woman, they were also turned into countless pieces of flesh.

Only Shu Er could barely hold on for a moment. Although the black light protecting his body had long been torn apart, his body had not exploded yet and still maintained his human form.

His eyes widened, his face full of horror, he looked at the blind man holding an umbrella from a distance, his throat moved, and he uttered a few unclear syllables:

"Sword Qi."

The next moment, Shu Er's body also exploded, and blood spilled wildly!

A continuous drizzle began to fall in the originally quiet woods, but it was not ordinary raindrops, but countless tiny blood drops.

Because these blood drops were too small, they drifted in the wind and spread freely, and it took a while to finish.

The blind man stood silently.

Although it rained blood in the woods, he held an oil-paper umbrella and the blood was blocked by the umbrella, so not a drop fell on him.

After all the blood and water fell to the ground, the man closed the paper umbrella.

"The rain has stopped, it's time to hit the road."

Deep in the Black Mountain Territory, in a deep cave.

Hundreds of people knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

The passage of the cave is brightly lit, reflecting the strange runes on the stone walls. Looking among the crowd, there are thirty-three bone-white totems with twisted and cruel patterns carved on them.

At the front of the crowd, there were three old men in black clothes and strange masks. They were chanting scriptures and dancing, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

The whole process lasted for a long time, until a dull sound came from deep in the cave.

Hearing this voice, the three leaders immediately stopped dancing and looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Boom!

There was another muffled sound, and five-colored glow erupted from the depths of the cave. Then, a mysterious and ancient power spread out like a tide, drowning everyone in it instantly.

Sensing this power, the three old men looked excited and without any doubt, they fell to their knees almost simultaneously and kowtowed towards the depths of the cave.

"Welcome the Witch God!"

Seeing the actions of the three old men, the tribesmen behind them were even more excited. They all buried their heads on the ground and their bodies could not stop shaking.

"Welcome the Witch God!"

"Welcome the Witch God!"

Amid cheers over and over again, a dark shadow slowly walked out of the depths of the cave.

He was said to be a black shadow because his whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his appearance could not be seen. He could only vaguely see an outline, which seemed to be that of a burly man.

"Thank heaven, the witch god came to the world. Please lead us sinners out of this prison." The old man kneeling on the ground said in a humble tone.

The man in the black mist was silent for a while and said slowly:

"Get up."
Chapter completed!