"What? Did you really see this annihilation of the world?" The elderly patriarch looked at the sky outside the thatched house with a horrified face.

Then he asked eagerly: "Is there no chance of a solution? How about just watching the demise of our witch clan and cutting off the seed?"

Suddenly, the tribe was filled with an atmosphere of depression and despair.

The shaman wrinkled his face like orange peel and said miserably: "So I asked the clan leader to send away some young people in the clan quickly and keep them as the seeds of a comeback..."

"Otherwise, there really will be no name for our clan in the world!"

The clan elder burst into tears and said: "The celestial witches from ancient times have survived until now and have become earth witches with impure blood. Does God really want to cut off our clan? Isn't there even a trace of shelter in this vast wasteland?"

"Patriarch, please make a decision quickly!" the old shaman urged with his cane in hand, muddy tears streaming down his anxious, dry face.

"I personally went to the clan altar to beat the war drum!" After hearing this, the old clan leader stepped out of the house, three steps at a time, and hurriedly ran towards the altar behind the tribe.

Click, click, click!

The cracks in the sky kept making sounds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

At this time, there was a rapid and intensive sound of drums throughout the tribe.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why are the clan ritual drums ringing now..."

"What happened? Why is it so dark today? Is the sky going to fall?"

"Master Shaman, Master Shaman..."

In an instant, the entire primitive barbaric tribe was boiling with excitement, and people gathered towards the place of ancestor worship with great voices.

The old patriarch stood on the altar, looking at the huge stone tablets scattered around, looking at the shaman with a solemn expression, and asked again: "Shaman, is there really no hope for our tribe this time?"

"There is hope only if you leave a trace of fire. In the future, I see Mei Xiaozi leading the Wu clan to fight in the sky and shine in the nine heavens and ten earths!" The old shaman stared at the drum of ancestor worship with empty eyes and murmured to himself.

"The end is also rebirth! Death is the real beginning..."

The tribesmen in the audience heard the conversation between the two of them, and they all said angrily:

"Clan leader, Master Wizard, what can threaten our clan? The Witch clan has always survived in battle. No matter how big the crisis is, fighting is the only way!"

"Be impudent! Don't be reckless when the whole clan is in danger of survival!" the old patriarch scolded.

A man as strong as a tower mountain was unconvinced and said: "Clan leader, our Wu clan is supposed to be a man of iron bones who fights in heaven and on earth. How can we run away after hearing the news and insult the name of our ancestors?"

"Mei Laoshan, you can't be reckless, the overall situation is more important! I don't even know who the enemy is... Why are you so arrogant!"

"Clan leader, I see that the older you get, the more afraid you are of death! There are thirteen seventh-level warriors, earth witches, and sorcerers in our clan, and there are even more fourth- and fifth-level warriors. Are there still enemies all over the world?" Mei

Laoshan preached arrogantly.

When everyone in the audience heard his remarks, their morale immediately rose. They raised their stone hammers and bone spears and shouted.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Short-sighted!" the old patriarch cursed, hating that iron cannot become steel.

"Everyone, be quiet!" When the shaman saw this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "People, this is not a child's play. The enemy is so powerful that you can't imagine. I have already done divination and asked for it. This disaster is the disaster of the common people.

, our witch clan is just the beginning!”

"Quick! Call the underage children in the clan to the ancestor worship platform. I will spend my whole life to send them out, leaving a trace of blood for our witch clan!" The clan leader ordered the adult witches with a serious face.

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"This..." The shamans saw the patriarch working hard and thought that their children would be far away from them, so they couldn't help but look at the two people on the altar hesitantly.

Seeing that the clan members were indifferent, the old clan leader trembled with anger and roared: "You are rebelling? Don't you even listen to my words?"

"Quick! This is an order..."

Boom!

Stuck...

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise in the sky, and the cracks in the space began to expand continuously. The speed became farther and faster, and it was about to form a bottomless hole.

"Scared! Is this the enemy?" Mei Laoshan looked at the sky in shock, and cold sweat broke out in his palms holding the stone hammer tightly.

"Quick, quick, quick..." The witches felt the terrifying aura, woke up immediately, and hurriedly pushed their children onto the altar.

In half a breath, the 100-foot-large altar was filled with underage children, no less than 300 people.

"Chief, how many of these children can you send away?" The shaman looked at the sky above his head and asked the old man in front of him worriedly.

The old patriarch said with an embarrassed expression: "I'll do your best! I'll give you as much as you can!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man stamped his foot on the ground, and scattered stone tablets flew up around the altar. The number increased to ninety-nine, with different shapes and sizes.

"Children who are strong should carry the stone tablet on their backs, and remember to protect others!" The patriarch's words rang in the ears of the children.

In the blink of an eye, one-third of the children on the stage picked up the stone tablets and stood neatly looking at the patriarch. Some were holding the stone tablets, some were carrying the stone tablets, and some were carrying the stone tablets.

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"Children, you are the hope and the fire of our tribe. After leaving the tribe, remember to find your brother Dali. Only he can lead you to survive!" The tribe leader looked at them holding the stone tablet and told them.

"Yes! Grandpa, the patriarch!" All the children responded in unison.

"Without further ado! You can hit the road..."

Seeing this, the old clan leader attached his hands to the clan sacrifice drum, and the majestic witchcraft power from his body surged crazily onto the drum head.

In an instant, the clan sacrifice drum shined brightly, and a teleportation array appeared on the altar. A vast and desolate atmosphere came from the array. No one knew where this array led. Everyone only knew that their ancestors relied on the incomparable teleportation array.

Came here through the teleportation gate.

"Remember, you must find Xiao Meizi..." the clan leader said hoarsely.

As the clan sacrifice drum continued to emit light, the clan leader's aura became weak. Finally, when he saw the children disappearing into the portal, his back could no longer straighten up.

Like a candle in the night wind, it can be extinguished at any time.

"Patriarch, are you okay?" Mei Laoshan saw the old patriarch with weak breath, immediately stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern.

The patriarch said: "It's okay, I won't die yet!"

"The hope for the future lies with your son!" The patriarch said, patting his shoulder with relief as he watched the children disappear safely.

Mei Laoshan said: "Chief, please take a rest first! Stop talking, leave the rest to me and everyone else..."

"Fight!" Everyone waved their giant arms.

Boom!

The gate of heaven is wide open, and the evil wind blows fiercely across the land of Yinglong Continent.

Within the space channel.

The Black Fox King wondered: "Have you sensed the fluctuations in space transmission?"

"Nonsense, how could there be no fluctuations in the teleportation array?" Kumamoto patted his belly with his huge bear paw and rolled his eyes at him.
Chapter completed!