"No, no, no!"

"Let me die, let me die, let me die!"

The burial army was originally, and the green mist was twisting wildly on the altar with evil spirits.

But he couldn't break free from the confinement.

Dozens of witch elders surrounded him, wrinkled faces filled with strange smiles, and strange and hoarse spells were chanting in his mouth.

A series of black, red, blue, green, and in short, the strange-colored bone spurs penetrated deeply into the body of Qingwu. These bone spurs are long and short, thick and thin, and dense, pricking the green mist like a hedgehog.

A black bone spur three feet long and thin as hair pierced in the middle of the blue mist Tianling Cover.

The hollow bone spur leads to a huge clay pot filled with a fragrant and viscous medicinal juice.

Drops of medicine were poured into the foggy cranial brain along the bone spurs, gradually soaking his brain, nourishing his brain, and making his essence and blood clone's brain gradually stronger.

As a result, the power of Qingwu's soul also continued to grow.

The clone of Qingwu is just the level of an ordinary "Heavenly God". The cultivation level of the seventh and eighth level of the Divine Realm is not a top expert in Sui Dynasty.

After all, his clone was just used to disrupt Sui Chao, relying on his provocation, conspiracy, rather than relying on powerful magical powers.

Therefore, the power of Qingwu's soul is limited, and the connection between it and its body is limited.

However, the elders of the witch clan used secret techniques to continuously strengthen his soul. As the Qingwu soul gradually grew, the connection between him and his body became stronger and closer.

Through his clone, the influence that can exert on his body becomes stronger and stronger.

It's like a person can easily pull out a hair and burn it without any harm to the body. However, when the hair is cultivated by someone using a secret technique into an arm and a leg, or even into the heart, liver, lungs, and even the head...

Then it is impossible to get rid of it easily, and it is even more difficult to sacrifice.

"Let me die!" Qingwu clearly sensed the changes in his soul, and also felt that the mutual influence between his soul and his body became stronger and stronger.

"You... devils!" Qingwu cried and cried, tears kept flowing down her cheeks.

For the gods who are above the sky, they are distracted and attached to the clone. When walking in the Mu Continent, they will use the secret technique of soul to impose strict restrictions on their distraction.

First, guard against the human races in the M continent and use spells to attack their bodies.

Second, strictly prevent the arrival of distraction and being too powerful to retaliate against the deity.

But Wu Tie, who comprehended more than 30% of the aristocratic Taos, among which were the various great laws inherited from the bloodline of the Soul God Clan.

The soul secret technique used by the gods is broken by the witch iron.

The soul secret technique in the Qingwu divine soul was cracked by Wu Tie. Therefore, the wisp of Qingwu divine can be strengthened unlimitedly, and his influence on the body will become deeper and stronger until his body can no longer be able to get rid of it.

"Devil!" Wu Tie stood at Qingwu's feet, looking down at him struggling wildly: "To us, you are evil devils."

Qingwu's eyes were raised, and the cold light of resentment and fear flashed in her eyes. She stared at Wu Tie: "Are you not afraid of the anger brought by the gods? You did this and you violated the bottom line, you..."

Wu Tie spread his hands and looked at Qingwu very seriously: "Bottom line? Anger? You all want to kill us. What bottom line are we afraid of? What anger are we afraid of?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Wu Tie said calmly: "If you don't give us a way out, why don't we resist? Well, I seem to have said this to Youruo and Aconitu?"

"Ah, I can't remember it. Have I said this to them?" Shaking his head, Wu Tie smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, this is the case. You must reap our souls and blood veins at will, and we... naturally, we must try our best to protect ourselves."

Qingwu looked at Wu Tie blankly. After a long time, he murmured: "But, what's the use of you to deal with me? The people who are in charge now are from the five great gods!"

Wu Tie sighed and kicked Qingwu's calves helplessly: "But, who made me unable to capture the people you mentioned who are the ones you said alive? Who made me, now you are the only one living prisoner?"

Qingwu smiled bitterly: "I'm in trouble?"

Wu Tie said seriously: "Don't worry, your true self will be more unlucky than you... Look, so many evil spirits, evil spirits, death spirits, and disaster spirits all follow the connection between you and him, and act on him... He will definitely be more unlucky than you."

Qingwu looked at Wu Tie's serious face and murmured: "Can you let me go?"

Wu Tie looked up at the Great Dao Furnace floating above the altar, which was frantically devouring and transforming all kinds of unlucky auras, and said slowly: "I want to let you go too... But who will let us go?"

Qingwu was silent for a while and said dryly: "Why don't you give me a condition?"

Wu Tie looked down at Qingwu, was silent for a while, and stepped on Qingwu's knees: "What's there to say with you as a clone? Wait for you... Well, elders, curse his bloodline."

Wu Tie said with a grim voice: "Use bloodline to curse all the people near this guy who are involved in his bloodline."

A witch elder with countless strange talismans stabbed in his face and a cold air lingered all over his body, laughed a few times, took out a black jade knife, and gently cut open the green mist's chest.

"Little guy, don't be afraid. You won't feel any pain in any curse... But are your deity and your deity's brothers? Haha, it's tangled with mold and water that can make you feel stuffy."

The elder of the witch clan extracted a very thin multi-spiral flowing light from Qingwu's heart.

"Tsk, the so-called bloodline of the gods? It's really interesting, interesting, very different from my human race." A group of elders of the witch clan surrounded him in surprise and carefully looked at the extremely thin multi-spiral flowing light.

"The blood of our human race is only a spiral composed of two streamers... Do you actually have thirty-six streamers?"

"However, the structure is much simpler than the bloodline of our human race... It can be seen that your bloodline is not as good as our human race."

An elder of the witch clan who is proficient in blood cursing witchcraft nodded, and then shook his head: "No wonder, you are peeking at my human race."

Qingwu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sharp roar from the cracks of his teeth: "My Wisdom God's blood, glory, honor, you humans..."

An elder of the witch clan carried a bone staff and smashed Qingwu's teeth into pieces. The broken teeth cut Qingwu's teeth, making his mouth full of blood.

"Shh, shut up... Do you dare to say that the bloodline of the so-called gods is more noble than that of our human race... Haha, I can't listen to this kind of words. Do you know what it means to be a hero? As fish on the chopping board, you must learn how to write the word "behaved"!"

Qingwu looked at the group of ruthless elders of the witch clan in tears, constantly spitting out bleeding and broken teeth powder from his mouth.

At this moment, Qingwu really wanted to die.

But he was imprisoned so hard that he could not even die!

In the furnace of the Great Dao, the poisonous Taoist seal from the old dog was nourished by the threads of Taoist rhyme. The originally thumb-sized poisonous Taoist seal has become the size of a human head. Innumerable evil spirits, evil spirits, and all kinds of unlucky and bad negative auras also constantly drilled into this poisonous Taoist seal.

Hundreds of witch elders stood under the altar, carrying hundreds of thousands of witch elders, and chanting witch curses at the same time, forming the witch formation. Everyone's soul power gathered together at this moment, pulling the most unpredictable cause and effect, destiny and other forces between heaven and earth.

This power is undoubtedly terrifying.

Destiny, cause and effect, while you influence him, he is also affecting you.

However, under the leadership of hundreds of witch elders, the witch curse array laid out with the rare treasure of the Great Dao Furnace as the core. Most of the backlash power was borne by the Great Dao Furnace. The remaining little bit of insignificant backlash was shared by the other hundreds of thousands of people, and the backlash power was received by the Great Dao Furnace.

The evil altar, shaped like a pyramid, is a thousand feet high, and the base is about three thousand feet long. The entire altar looks a bit flat and short.

The evil curse power, along the connection between the blue mist and his deity, erupted continuously into the sky.

Crossing the vast dark void, he accurately captured the sacred mountain of the Wisdom Gods in the void, plunged into the hall covered with countless restrictions from the gods, forcibly breaking through the protection of the three pages of the Book of Wisdom, and gently invaded the foggy body.

In the hall, the mist just stood up and he fell inexplicably.

The chin hit the ground first. With a "click", the foggy chin bones fell into eight pieces, and a piece of broken bones even penetrated the flesh on the chin and pricked it out.

Touching the bloody chin, the mist was so ill that he was crying and vomiting a mouthful of poisonous blood gently.

Most of his skin was already ulcerated, poisonous blood was flooding in his body, and the three-page book of wisdom could not stop the spread of toxicity.

"I ask for help..." Mitsu lies on the ground, muttering to himself with convulsions.

"But... to whom?" The faces of members of the wise gods flashed through their minds, and the fog shivered.

I remembered the wits and courage of these brothers and tribesmen on weekdays, the untiring plot against each other on weekdays, and the daily mutual harm and stabbing each other in the back, and the fog couldn't help but cry out in despair.

"It's all a bunch of bastards!"

The mist moaned in despair.

"Then, I must save myself. I must save myself... I cannot die here... I am very acknowledged by the ancestors - gods must be selfish. A qualified god with wisdom must take itself as the core. Only by first ensuring its own interests can we talk about the interests of the tribe."

"This sentence is so reasonable that his mother-in-law!"

Misty murmured: "I can't agree more... This is simply the motto of all my Wisdom Gods."

"So... my clone in Sui Chao, damn Qingwu, where are you?"

The Book of Wisdom floating above the mist head burst out with dazzling divine light, and the white divine light filled the entire huge temple.

After about half a cup of tea, the green mist lying on the altar erupted a faint white divine light all over. A vast consciousness came and directly took over the gods and flesh of the green mist.

The blue mist's eyes turned pure white, like two small suns embedded in his eye sockets, and the white light erupted from his eyes illuminated the void that spanned dozens of miles.

"Oh, Wu Tie, it's not a pleasant thing to meet you in this way."

Qingwu... No, Mizu stopped struggling in vain, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Wu Tie deeply: "Awesome, amazing... What method did you use to break through at least the three major gods and directly attack my body?"

Wu Tie looked at the mist with great interest: "Three major gods? Tell me what you want?"

The mist breathed: "Suspend your curse, otherwise my body would be rotten before I explain it clearly."

Wu Tie nodded, and he raised his hand and pointed to the furnace of the Avenue floating above his head. The curse and various negative auras that were constantly transporting to the fog body suddenly paused.

Mizuno nodded with satisfaction: "The first level of divine forbidden, above your heads. Above this sky, we are the divine forbidden to isolate the human race and prevent you from flying into the void."

"The second level of divine forbidden is in the void above the sky. Even if someone can forcefully break through the sky, you will not be able to cross the boundless void. You will lose your direction and be completely confused. You will not be able to leave the Mu Continent."

"The third level of divine forbidden is outside the sacred mountain of my wisdom god clan. This major divine forbidden is connected with the observation outposts of other major god clans, involving each other and covering each other, with a very strong defense."

For his own personal interests, Miwu was very serious and honestly told Wu Tieting the three major gods one by one.

He explained in detail the principles and effects of these three major divine forbiddens.

Wu Tie nodded slowly: "That's how it is indeed a very strong defense... But in fact, you have been attacked by us, aren't you?"

Before Mitsuki could respond to this sentence, Wu Tie smiled brightly and asked him with a bright smile: "Tell me straight to the point, I want to live if I want to die?"

The mist was stunned, as if he never dreamed that Wu Tie would ask such a question so directly.

After a while of silence, Mizuki said carefully: "Of course, if he could live, who would want to die?"

After a pause, the mist hurriedly spoke, wanting to turn a little bit of initiative on himself: "Of course, I didn't say that you must have the ability to threaten my life. After all, I am the supreme commander of the Wisdom God Clan here. I think I still have a certain ability to protect my own safety."

Wu Tie spread his hands: "Oh? You're still stubborn like this? Then, continue to spell... All ancestors, don't show mercy, just kill yourself!"

Wu Tie shouted loudly.

The mist immediately screamed: "Slow...well, I admit that you have certain possibilities to threaten my life...so, for the absolute safety of my life, we need to... have a good talk."
Chapter completed!