Chapter 1325: Mine is yours

On that scarlet land, fighting spirit soared into the sky, giving people a great impact on their will, hitting the minds of others.

Peng Fei was shocked by Xuanyuan's scream and almost peed. He quickly slowed down his speed of rushing forward. The fat on his face shook for a moment and asked, "What Xing Tian, ​​what the God of War, what are you talking about? I have never heard of this number of people after reading ancient books. Are you scaring me? I am not scared."

Yan Ziyun glanced at Xuanyuan and did not ask much why Xuanyuan knew Xing Tian. When she saw the pattern on the battle axe, she was extremely excited and said in a trembling voice: "The God of War, Xing Tian, ​​is the God of the Witch Clan, the God of War of the Witch Clan. There are many large clans of the Witch Clan, and the Xing Tian Clan is one of them, and it is the supreme existence."

"How do you know?" Peng Fei's eyelids trembled. The god of the witch clan is such a terrible existence. I think that the gods who led all races to rise up against the evil gods in a considerable period of time, even those witch clans have to worship are so terrible. It is conceivable that they really exist.

"After you left, I was waiting for Xuanyuan to return in the Barbarian King City. Senior Pangu was afraid that I would not be able to think so, so he told me about their witch clan. He once mentioned to me that there was a war god in their witch clan named Xing Tian. With one man's power, they fought 100,000 heavenly soldiers. Those 100,000 heavenly soldiers are from the legendary "Ancient Heavenly Court", not the heavenly court of the "Central Shenzhou". They are extremely powerful. Even an ancient emperor cannot match those existences in the realm of heavenly soldiers. In the ancient emperors in our world, they can only be mortals on a higher plane." Although Yan Ziyun's heart fluctuated, her tone seemed very plain, but for Peng Fei, Jiang Yan, or Ji Dian, they were like a thunder, resounding through the sea of ​​consciousness, and there were indescribable fluctuations in her heart.

"'Ancient Heavenly Court'." Ji Dian was a little tragic. Among some ancients in the "Xiyuanmen", there were records of the world of heaven outside the sky, which was a higher plane, but the records were only a few short lines and were not clear. He had always yearned for that aspect.

Now when listening to Yan Ziyun's talk, Ji Dian's heart inevitably caused some trouble. Who wouldn't want to go to a higher plane and see a wider world, especially the meat and wine there.

"Yes, that's located in a higher plane. In our eyes, people in the realm of the ancient emperor can only be just a mortal when they arrive at the "Ancient Heavenly Court". That's what Pangu told me." Yan Ziyun was also very amazed.

Ba Ji was in the "Ba Blood Royal Family". His father had spoken to the witch master of Xingtian clan. He was inspired by the witch master of Xingtian clan to achieve his later achievements. His fighting spirit is as strong as the sky, and the sky is bloody, and he is moving forward. This kind of courage and diligence is passed down from the Xingtian clan, but the magical powers he has cultivated are understood by himself.

It can be seen how much influence the witch clan had on the ancient tribe at that time, which made the ancient tribe admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, the witch master of Xingtian clan back then gave me a few words to my father. The witch clan is a well-deserved king of all races. They have great involvement with the human race and belong to the master race." Ba Ji said in a heavy voice.

Jiang Yan sighed and said nothing.

Xuanyuan looked at the battle axe embedded in the blood-red clay, simple and heavy, with a surging fighting spirit, rushing around and saying loudly: "Then is this battle axe the legendary 'Gan Qi Divine Axe'."

Yan Ziyun shook her head and said, "No, the real 'Ganqi Divine Axe' is far from comparable to the supreme Taoist weapon. It can split the entire 'Central Shenzhou' with one axe. This should imitate the supreme witchcraft refined by the 'Ganqi Divine Axe', which is not comparable to ordinary supreme Taoist weapon. It should not be worse than Brother Peng Fei's 'Yin and Yang Divine Mirror'."

Xuanyuan took a deep breath and heard from here some of the mythical characters in the world he had originally existed. Could it be that there was anything to do with it? Originally, Xuanyuan thought that the witch clan and other things were just a coincidence, but now Xuanyuan had to wonder if there was any connection between the two, but his strength is now low and he has no way to verify it.

"Boy, it is extremely rare to take this battle axe as your main battle soldier." The old man roared in Xuanyuan's heart. As a supreme Taoist weapon, he could feel how terrible the power of that battle axe was.

"Let's go, no matter what, let's go to this land first. It's best to set up a great road from here." Xuanyuan calmed down his mood and said in a heavy voice.

The people moved forward, the closer they approached this land stained with blood, a gust of energy became more violent, impacting the will of everyone and forcing people to retreat. Xuanyuan's thoughts moved and said in a heavy voice: "Don't retreat, the more you fight, the braver you will be, and you will never move forward. Without a certain courage, you can't step on that land. Use your will to strengthen your original heart, don't waver, and rush over."

Everyone calmed down and condensed their hearts. From beginning to end, Ji Dian was the only one who drank wine in a calm and gentle manner.

After a while, everyone finally stepped into this blood-red land. The fighting spirit was rolling and they were in it. The blood was boiling. Suddenly, in the end of the chaos, the warriors of the Witch Clan and the God Clan fought together in armor and warriors, killing the sky and the earth, the sky collapsed and the earth was broken, the tide rolled over the sky, and the ground was covered with blood.

The swords and swords are yelling, the horses are neighing, the broken bodies, the broken mountains, the long rivers, the collapsed earth are in chaos everywhere, the terrifying fighting spirit is rushing open the entire sky, and the doomsday scene is terrifying.

"Good, fortunately, I am very brave. Otherwise, I would have been scared to death here and I could still see the scene of the war in the end of the world. I would have no regrets if I die." Peng Fei's eyes were full of amazement and yearning, and his body couldn't help but tremble. In fact, these were all what he pursued in this life and were extremely precious. He used his great power to portray these scenes carefully.

Xuanyuan smiled and said, "Fatty, this is the real restoration of history and let the world know that unknown past."

Peng Fei curled his lips. After completing all this, he walked to the ancient battle axe, grabbed it with both hands, and wanted to pull it up: "Ah..."

I saw the ancient battle axe, which was as thick as a mountain, and the ancient witch script on it shone with a little light.

"Phhhh." Seeing that the battle axe was still motionless, Peng Fei felt very disappointed and spitted two spits into his hands, exerting all the energy he had to eat. The fat all over his body was trembling because he used too much force, and his face turned into a braised pig's head. Unfortunately, the battle axe still did not move.

"Oh, little fat man, you must have it sometimes in your destiny. Don't force it in no time. This battle axe does not belong to you." Ji Dian teased Peng Fei, who was unwilling to give up.

Peng Fei cursed, "Mom, at least I have tried it. If you don't belong, then you won't belong."

"Baji Girl Baby, go and try it. I know that your 'Ba Blood Royal Family' has some connection with the Witch Clan Xingtian family. Maybe you can get it." Monk Jidian smiled and said.

"Okay." Ba Ji nodded, wearing imperial armor, black hair was flying, and a blood-red cloak floated. She walked to the battle axe, and Peng Fei took the initiative to move away. Ba Ji held the handle of the axe with one hand. When he lifted it hard, the whole blood was shaking. It can be seen that Ba Ji's power was so great that it was really terrifying.

After a while, Baji let go and said calmly: "There is no way, it doesn't belong to me, it doesn't want to follow me."

"Purple-Yun little baby, try it. If you have been in the witch clan for a while, maybe it may recognize you. This is the case with the supreme Taoist weapon. Not everyone can agree with it, so it depends on everyone's opportunity." Monk Jidian looked at Yan Ziyun, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said with a smile.

Yan Ziyun smiled slightly, walked to the battle axe, holding the delicate jade hand lightly on the handle of the axe and lifted it gently.

Suddenly, a fighting spirit soared into the sky, and the battle axe embedded in the bloody ground was easily lifted up. Yan Ziyun's clothes flew, her white hair rose, and a fighting spirit fluctuated from the ground and rushed toward the world in circles. The headless war god on the axe seemed to have come alive, dancing the battle axe and war shield, with boundless combat power.

Everyone was shocked, and Yan Ziyun didn't use much effort at all.

Pengfei swallowed his saliva and drooled, hoping that Yan Ziyun would play with the battle axe for him.

Yan Ziyun walked to Xuanyuan and handed the battle axe that was tall to Xuanyuan. Yingying smiled and said, "For you."

"No, since it recognizes you, you are its master." Xuanyuan did not take over.

"You are my man, I am its master, so are you, the same thing, mine is yours." Yan Ziyun smiled like a flower, and was pleasant to the point. Finally, she could give Xuanyuan something he could use. Yan Ziyun was very happy.

Peng Fei burst into tears and knelt down on the spot: "Damn, Xuanyuan, it's okay if you have too many women, but you still have a fucking husband. You kid has accumulated hundreds of millions of virtues for life, so you have such a blessing. Mom is a fool, unfair, I won't live anymore..."

Xuanyuan touched his nose, took the battle axe, and he was extremely heavy. Xuanyuan felt that his hand seemed to be about to break, so he quickly stretched out his other hand, and then he transformed into the Three Pure Ones, the three Xuanyuan's Taoist bodies, eight hands, and the four-wheeled bright moon thirteen times the combat power suddenly exploded. He raised it all together, and then he could barely hold the battle axe, but their feet were already underground.

"It's so heavy." Xuanyuan bit his teeth and felt that he could hardly hold on.

Seeing this scene, he still knew how powerful Xuanyuan was when Peng Fei jumped wildly with his eyelids, especially Xuanyuan also used the "Ancient Art of Fighting Gods", which was not a big deal. Yan Ziyun pointed at the jade point, and the witch technique passed to her by the witch clan predecessor was engraved into Xuanyuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuanyuan's heart moved, and as this witchcraft started to operate, the originally unremarkable battle axe suddenly became much lighter. It was not that the battle axe itself had reduced its power, but that this witchcraft prevented Xuanyuan from bearing such a huge amount of power.

The method of this witchcraft is called "One Word Nine Cauldrons", which is a means of cultivating the mind and symbolizing the witch clan.
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