The ancestor of water, Wu Gonggong, was the first to speak: "The speed of time in the gray world is thousands of times that of the real immortal world. If the son of heaven's Tao really has the ability to come out of the gray world, it will be after the war."
"Without such a variable that affects cause and effect, we finally have a chance to save the Witch Clan."
"Without further delay, we should quickly set up the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation. Do you have any objections?"
Gonggong asked other ancestral shamans.
"Just do it!"
"At this point, we have no other choice."
"Success or failure depends on this one move. I hope it can change the ending in the Holy Scripture."
The twelve ancestral witches all agreed.
Nuwa also nodded and said sternly: "This divine egg of the Ancestral Dragon will then serve as the eye of the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, providing energy for the ancestors to gather the true form of Pangu."
If Shen Lang were present and heard these conversations, he would be shocked.
He probably never dreamed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Nuwa would actually sell him.
While the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Nuwa in the temple were still discussing how to defeat the demon clan.
Shen Lang has entered the gray world.
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Gray world.
An unknown forest.
The forest is filled with clouds and fog, and the vegetation is low.
It is completely different from the scenery of the True Immortal Realm. The vegetation in the Gray Realm is white jade-like.
The sky is gray, and the earth is also gray-white. Together with the white jade-colored trees and flowers, it gives people a unique morbid beauty.
Deep in this forest, there is a broad plain with a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
Fires were everywhere in the plain, and thick smoke was billowing.
"kill!"
A large number of shouts of charging and killing spread from all over the plain, magical attacks exploded and collided all over the sky, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.
In the center of the plain, hundreds of thousands of monks were fighting and fighting.
If you look closely, it seems to be divided into two camps.
One camp is the demon race, and the other camp looks like a human race but is not a human race.
Those monks who are suspected of being "human race" actually have no physical bodies and only appear in the form of ghosts and ghosts.
This is not the case for a single monk, but all the monks are like this, which is really weird.
The total number of monks in both camps is hundreds of thousands, and it seems that there is not much difference.
Although those "human" monks who only retain their souls have an advantage in magical powers, their soul bodies are too fragile. Once they are attacked by several demon cultivators, their soul bodies will often be destroyed directly.
And those demon cultivators have transformed into their true bodies one by one, and their bodies are very strong. Even if they are knocked down by one or two magical powers, most of them can stand up again and attack again.
Soon, the demon clan gained the upper hand, forcing the human monks who only had souls to retreat into the forest.
At the same time, in an open-air square in the middle of the forest, thousands of ghostly ghosts of human monks knelt down in front of a huge statue, chanting ancient songs, and seemed to be performing some kind of ritual.
The statue is about a hundred feet high. It depicts a young monk wearing purple robes and carrying a sword on his back. He is handsome and heroic.
In front of the statue, an old man whose soul glowed with a strong white light fell to the ground and prayed to the statue:
"Lord Zixiao, please listen to the Soul Clan's call of loyalty, come here, and slay this group of monsters!"
As soon as the words fell.
The souls of all the human monks who were kneeling on the ground released their soul power and turned into wisps of white light, pouring into the statue.
at this time.
"kill!"
From the depths of the forest, the sound of the monsters charging and killing could be heard.
The group of monster monks had already entered the forest and headed straight for the square in the center of the forest.
The soul monks were so overwhelmed that they were unable to withstand the attack of the demon cultivators.
Seeing that the demon tribe is about to attack the square.
The old man, whose soul glowed with a strong white light, rose into the air, raised his palms high, and shouted in a voice that sounded like cracking gold and cracked stone: "Five Thunder Heavenly Hearts are rectifying the Dharma!"
As soon as the roar ended, the old man fired five-color thunder from his palm, carrying overwhelming destructive power and blasting towards the monster race that rushed into the square.
"Boom!!!"
The terrifying Five Elements Thunder hit a large number of demon cultivators and exploded with astonishing power, instantly killing more than a thousand demon cultivators who were rushing forward.