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 Zulong will be used as the eye of the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, providing energy for the ancestors to gather Pangu's true body."
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 gray-white, coupled with the jade-colored trees and flowers, giving 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.
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 human monks' ghostly souls 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.
Just then.
"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.
But the two leaders of the demon cultivators who lead this group of demons are not vegetarians either.
A giant black tiger and a silver dragon rushed out of the forest one after another, each using their magical powers to withstand the attack of the Five Elements Thunder.
"You old man from the Soul Clan must die!"
The silver dragon opened its mouth and spit out a powerful silver beam of light, attacking the old man of the soul clan.
Although the old man withstood most of the power of the silver beam of light, in order to save the lives of the surrounding tribesmen, he had no choice but to step forward. In the end, he was hit by a large piece of silver light and was seriously injured.
"Clan leader!"
When the soul tribesmen around the square saw this, they all turned pale with horror.
"It doesn't matter, you quickly activate the defensive formation!"
The old man suppressed his injuries and shouted to everyone.
"yes!"
Soon, a white light curtain rose around the square, turning into a barrier to block the demon cultivators.
The soul monks who fled from the forest rushed into the barrier one after another.
But this is just a drop in the bucket, as the demon monks are frantically attacking the square's defensive formation.
The white light barrier quickly became brighter and darker, and it was obvious that it could not last long.
"Clan leader, what should we do now?" the soul clan monk asked the old man anxiously.
The old man had no choice but to kneel down in front of the statue in the center of the square and pray: "God Zixiao, I beg you to use your magical power to kill these monsters and save your people..."
The two demon clan leaders have already surrounded the formation.
Seeing that the old man from the Soul Clan was still cramming, Yinlong couldn't help but laughed mockingly and said: "Old man, you are really stupid. How old are you? You still think that Zixiao Palace can protect you?"
The giant black tiger on the side also said with disdain: "Today, those guys in Zixiao Palace are probably dead long ago. You still expect them to save you. It's really ridiculous!"
The old man gritted his teeth. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't.
Since hundreds of years ago, Zixiao Palace has severed contact with the Soul Clan.
Facing a powerful enemy this time, the old man had already dedicated many of his tribesmen's soul power to try to summon the gods of Zixiao Palace, but there was no response at all.
"Sir, Lord Zixiao, have you really abandoned us?"
The old man struggled and shouted, with a look of despair on his face.
Just then.
"Boom boom boom!"
A violent roar suddenly sounded over the forest.
A gray space vortex suddenly appeared above the sky, strong winds blew, and the trees in the forest were blown to and fro.
The sudden sign startled everyone.
"This is……"
The old man from the Soul Clan was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and shouted hoarsely: "It's the Lord Zixiao, the Lord has finally appeared!"