Chapter 2780

As soon as the words fell, wu song suddenly cut his palm with his true Qi, and the blood gushed out from the wound.

However, wu song doesn't seem to feel any pain. Under Xu Shaotang's surprised eyes, Wu Song rushes forward quickly and presses his bloody palm on the statue of his ancestors.

Not only Xu Shaotang, but also Bai Wu people were shocked by Wu Song's action.

"Come on! Witch blood sacrifice! There's no time! "

Seeing that the clansmen were still standing there stupidly, Wu Song turned around and roared at the stupefied clansmen with red eyes.

With the roar of Wu Song, the White Witch people suddenly felt excited. Then they cut their palms one after another and surrounded the statue of their ancestors. Everyone pressed their bloody palms on the body of the statue of their ancestors.

When the hand full of blood contacted with the statue of the ancestor, all the people suddenly felt excited. They suddenly felt as if they had been integrated with the statue of the ancestor. They could feel the call of the statue of the ancestor and the weakness of the statue of the ancestor.

Forefathers show up!

At this moment, there was only one idea in all the White Witch people's heads. They did not intend to take their palms away even though the statue of their ancestors devoured their blood.

"Shi Cheng's descendants, defying the God's reverence, can burn the blood essence and sacrifice to the sages..."

Wusong's mouth read out the inscriptions. With his voice, gradually, all the Baiwu people closed their eyes and chanted the inscriptions with Wusong devoutly. Finally, they gathered together into a sound like a torrent of steel, as if to suppress the roaring thunder.

"Elder, what can I do for you?"

Xu Shaotang doesn't know what the use of Wu Song's doing this is. He just wants to have his own power.

However, he didn't know what taboo the so-called blood sacrifice of the witches had, and he didn't dare to sacrifice his own blood to the ancestors of the witches like the white witches. It's useless, but it's the second. Fear has the opposite effect, so he can become a sinner.

Wu Song didn't answer Xu Shaotang's question, just recited the sacrificial rites with all his heart.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, like the collapse of heaven and earth.

When Xu Shaotang looked up at the dome, he saw a snake shaped purple thunder three or four meters thick, which gave off an extraordinary light. It almost irritated Xu Shaotang to open his eyes.

The snake shaped purple thunder, like a purple dragon descending from the Ninth Heaven, with the terrible smell of destroying heaven and earth and the roar of breaking the sky, directly attacked the statue of ancestors.

"Get out of the way!"

Xu Shaotang's face suddenly changed. He yelled at the White Witch people with all his strength.

Xu Shaotang can imagine that if he was struck by the nine sky purple thunder, all the White Witch people around the statue of his ancestors would be destroyed!

Even five or six meters away from his ancestors, he did not dare to guarantee that his position must be safe!

However, despite Xu Shaotang's call, the Baiwu people didn't mean to leave at all, but the voice of chanting sacrificial rites became louder and louder, as if to compete with the roaring thunder.

"These people are crazy!"

Xu Shaotang suddenly opens his own field, instantly covers the statue of his ancestors and the White Witch people around the statue, and wants to drag them away from the statue of his ancestors with his own field.

However, at the moment when his field opened, the nine days purple thunder had fallen with the breath of destroying everything.

"Poof..."

Xu Shaotang only felt as if his heart had been pierced by the terrible nine sky purple lightning. A mouthful of blood could not be suppressed from his mouth. The whole person was also shocked to fly upside down, and the saint's realm disappeared in an instant.

"It's over!"

Xu Shaotang looks at the nine sky purple thunder with a face full of ashes in his eyes. At last, it falls heavily on the statue of his ancestors.

Just as Xu Shaotang was about to close his eyes and not go to see this tragic scene, a halo of blood suddenly enveloped the statue of his ancestors and the White Witch people.

In an instant, the terrible nine days purple thunder seemed to be fixed, and could not move forward any more.

"Go away!"

A low roar suddenly reverberated in Xu Shaotang's ear.

Xu Shaotang did not know the source of the sound, but he saw that the terrible nine days purple thunder seemed to encounter a deadly nemesis, and suddenly retreated like a tide.

Xu Shaotang's face was full of horror, looking at the fast receding nine days purple thunder. His mood of ups and downs could not be calm for a long time.

A drink back is like a nine day purple thunder to destroy heaven and earth. What a terrible existence is this?

All of a sudden, he recalled in his mind the situation when the Obelisk retreated nine days ago.

It's almost the same result, but this time, the power of Jiutian purple thunder is far better than the original, and the voice of Jiutian purple thunder is more overbearing.

In the past nine days, purple thunder retreated faster than it came, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.Xu Shaotang rushed to the statue of his ancestors to see if the Baiwu people were injured in the attack of jiutianzilei.

As soon as he passed, there was a violent tremor on the ground. Then, all the Bai Wu people, together with Xu Shaotang, were shaken back.

The next moment, a force that can not be seen but can be clearly felt suddenly emerges from the earth.

Feeling the strange power, Xu Shaotang was surprised. He rushed to the retreated Wusong and pulled the pale Wusong from the ground. "Elder, what's the matter? Where does this strange power come from? "

"The power of the earth!"

Wu Song's pale face was full of excitement, and the whole person was constantly trembling because of great excitement.

Around them, however, the White Witch people got up from the ground one after another and crawled on the ground with the most devout attitude, facing the statue of their ancestors. Everyone's face was filled with unprecedented excitement.

"The power of the earth? What is the power of the earth? "

Xu Shaotang looks at Wu Song for unknown reasons.

"I'll talk to you later!"

Wu Song quickly said a word, also followed by crawling at the foot of the ancestor statue, mouth whispering obscure language, this is the language of the ancient witch!

Looking at the people crawling on the ground, Xu Shaotang is full of great doubts, but he also knows that he can't ask anything now. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sits quietly on the ground. Although he doesn't crawl like the White Witch people, he also looks at the strange statue devoutly.

He never thought that the completion of the statue would bring about so many strange things.

How many secrets have the ancient witches buried?