I have a cave of evil

The silent Daxueshan has never been so lively.

The Mianlong Snow Mountain, which stretches for thousands of miles, is completely submerged in the violent roar. Thousands of years of snow and ice are rushing down, carrying the anger of the Great Snow Mountain, and are about to wipe out all the ants that disturb people's dreams.

Little effect.

The ten sacrifices and ten heroes of the Bloodhead tribe, and the totem gods of the Wutu people all have the ability to fight against small natural disasters alone. Although they are fighting fiercely, it is not difficult to avoid or resist avalanches.

Flying high in the sky, looking down, you can have a panoramic view of most of Mianlong Mountain.

The blood is gorgeous, and the holy light is bright.

Shi Ying roars filial piety, and the totem roars.

A wall of blood-colored light as thin as a cicada's wings hangs over Mianlong Mountain and is slowly falling.

Poros flew quickly behind Zhu Yao, saw the bloody light wall gradually formed, and shouted: "Quick battle, I don't think this thing is a fun thing, it is very dangerous."

"Heroes see the same thing."

The blood-colored light wall is very hidden, as if it is hanging down from the vast starry sky, it is difficult to see with the naked eye in the dark night, and there is no fluctuation of spiritual power, if Zhu Yao and the two are not flying at high altitude with the power of the rainstorm walker , neither of them would notice at all.

The blood-colored wall of light covered a huge area, looking far away, it actually surrounded the entire Mianlong Mountain.

Combined with the increasingly fluctuating pressure of the main god level under Mianlong Mountain, Zhu Yao's expression was as if a horrifying thought popped up, and he never retreated.

【The purpose of the Bloodhead Tribe is the entire Mianlong Mountain?】

[No, the blood head tribe does not have such a great ability.To be precise, it was the purpose of the Blood Skull God, she wanted to swallow the entire Sleeping Dragon Mountain. 】

The God of Dust Mound once said that when the mysterious tide recedes, extraordinary people can continue to live in the different space, but it has not been long since the birth of the different space, and the power in it has already been divided up. The general trend of the tide receding is actually to become the subordinate and slave of the powerful people in different spaces in disguise, and the worse result is to be eaten by the crowd.

In order to avoid such a result, some people plan to split the world, sacrifice to the different space, obtain the will of the different space, and become the powerful and superior person inside.

[However, the body of the Blood Skull God is the cursed blood river in the spirit world, a tributary of the mother river of life. In theory, if the mother river of life does not dry up, there will be no problem with cursing the blood river. 】

[But if you want the mother river of life to dry up, unless there is no concept of life in the world, this is simply impossible. 】

[Why does the Bloodhead God lower herself and hide in a different space? With her strength, she can fight directly there, so why bother? 】

What is a different space?

A different space is a small world based on the real world and has its own set of rules.

Using the theory of previous lives, the eight cold and eight bitter hells in Buddhism, the 33 days in Taoism, the heaven and purgatory in Christianity... are all different spaces.

When the glass ball falls into the pond, a bunch of bubbles will be stirred up. These bubbles are different spaces, and the glass ball is the real world.

The problem is, the whole pond is the spirit world.

The spiritual world is not attached to the real world like a different space. It is infinite and contains countless real worlds, which is equivalent to countless stars in the universe. Therefore, as the evil god of the spiritual world, the Bloodhead God can come and go freely in the spiritual world, and the mysterious tide The receding has little effect on her.

Why did the Blood Skull God do this?

What's in it for her?

Questions came up one after another, Zhu Yao shook his head, discarded the messy information in his mind, and with one thought, he stopped and looked down.

They have reached their destination.

At the foot, in the canyon between the two peaks, a pig-headed giant in armor was wielding a big ax to fight with the blood-armored giant.

The pig-headed giant is mighty and violent, swinging his big ax horizontally, setting off gusts of evil wind, and has the power to break mountains and break rocks.

The blood-colored giant was as immovable as a mountain, and the two hatchets were airtight. It seemed that he was being pressed down and beaten by the pig-headed giant, but in fact he did not appear to be defeated.

Poros asked, "Which one is your acquaintance?"

"Not at all." Zhu Yao smiled lightly, pointing to a cloud of blood hanging in the mid-air of the canyon, "That is my acquaintance, one of the ten sacrifices of the Blood Skull Tribe, Blood Curse Sting."

Poros stared and saw a thin old man hiding in the blood cloud, with a washbasin-sized clay pot in front of him, chanting a spell in a low voice, twisting off the necks of centipedes, scorpions and other poisonous creatures, and throwing them all into the pot inside.

Black blood was rolling in the clay pot, and a pig's head was floating up and down in the blood. The color and thickness of the pig's hair was very similar to that of a giant pig's head.

The centipede and scorpion fell into the bloody water, and the body dissipated instantly, turning into a shadow, constantly biting the pig's head.

With every bite, the hair on the pig's head will decay a bit, and the hair on the giant pig's head will undergo the same change, while the shadow will expand a circle.

When the shadow became bulging like a ball, it was black on the outside and red on the inside, shining with a strange light.The thin old man flicked his fingers, and the shadow ball sank into the blood-armored giant's body without a sound. The blood-armored giant's strength suddenly became stronger, and the wounds on his body healed faster.

One after another, the pig-headed giant's big ax gradually slowed down, and began to feel powerless.

However, the pig-headed giant is not without helpers. Two palm-sized holy light elves are hidden in the pig-headed giant's ears, constantly releasing purification spells and healing spells to help the pig-headed giant recover.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of the Holy See.

"The sorcery that steals life." Poros said in a solemn voice, "He is quite accomplished. Do you want to help him kill the pig-headed giant?"

A ray of wind condensed between his palms, Zhu Yao smiled and shook his head: "On the contrary, you and I will work together to kill Siding in the shortest possible time, gain the trust of the pig-headed totem god, and then counterattack the blood-headed tribe."

"Although I don't understand what the blood head tribe is planning, but unite all the forces that can be united, just go over."

"Now, we are the reinforcements from Norba, entrusted by Archbishop Rosen to resist the attack of the Bloodhead tribe."

My heart is so dark!

I just want to pick a few soft persimmons, but you just want to blow up other people's stalls.

When Poros used the power of the priesthood, the center of his eyebrows jumped suddenly, and then the stabbing pain hit him, which almost made him scream.

What a big crisis, what a great opportunity.

Earn something!

Poros tensed his facial muscles, and said nonchalantly, "Okay, what to do is up to you."

"This requires you to borrow your activation magic."

Zhu Yao clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the first sliver of wind was ready to form a ring connected end to end. With the influx of Zhu Yao's spiritual power, he quickly absorbed and compressed the surrounding air, forming a basketball-sized cyan wind in an instant. group.

The Rainstorm Walker hangs opposite Zhu Yao, using his racial abilities to covertly and quickly mobilize the air, continuously pouring into the blue wind mass.

It can be seen from the flesh, the color of the cyan wheal becomes deeper and deeper, gradually turning into a black-blue color, the texture becomes more real, and it feels heavy visually.