His palm was holding a bloody iron whip, and on top of the iron whip, there were bloody figures one after another!
"Ahh! Yefeng, you deserve to die! You hurt me and my grandfather! You can't bear the wrath of the Witch God! You can't bear the wrath of my king!"
Young Witch God, there is a bloody hole in his chest the size of a fist.
The iron whip penetrated through his chest.
He was like a dead dog, being pulled to the ground and moving forward slowly!
Not only him, but also the other masters of the Wu clan.
one!
Five!
Ten!
Twenty!
The extra-long iron whip pierced the chests of more than twenty masters in the blink of an eye.
One after another, shrill screams kept ringing out, but Ye Feng's arms, like the power of a giant elephant, pulled them slowly towards the Witch God Mountain.
And around them, the rest of the people in the Miaowu town felt like their scalps were exploding!
So cruel!
They have never seen such a cruel person.
He penetrates people like grasshoppers and drags them up the mountain.
This kind of ferocity makes every master of the Witch Clan feel chilled all over.
Scarlet blood dyed the ground red.
Hundreds of wizard masters followed Ye Feng closely, but no one dared to step forward.
Because the masters who came forward, almost without exception, were all pierced like grasshoppers.
This scene was brutal to the extreme.
Wushen Mountain is getting closer!
…
at the same time!
On top of Wushen Mountain!
Twelve white-haired old men sat together.
Each of these people is very old, and their faces are covered with wrinkles.
Their breath was extremely powerful.
It's like, twelve beasts standing tall!
They are the Witch God Mountain, the Twelve Great Witch Gods!
In the eyes of outsiders, the most powerful person in Wushen Mountain is Ugula, one of the four pillars of the country, but only people from the Wu tribe understand this!
There is an old witch god and twelve great witch gods in Wushen Mountain!
And the national pillar Ugulla is only ranked twelfth!
The number one witch god headed by him is actually a half-legendary existence!
"Old Twelve, how is your arm?"
The first witch god's breathing was like a dragon, and his eyes opened and closed, giving people an illusion that was chilling to the core.
It was as if just one look at him would make him paralyzed.
After hearing the words of the first witch god, the twelfth witch god Ugula stood up quickly, covered his broken arm and said:
"Brother! My life is safe, but my arm is broken and my fighting power is not as good as before!"
As he said this, Ugula's face showed deep resentment.
The first witch god nodded, and a cold light flashed from his eyes:
"Hmph! That little bastard is so arrogant! He cut off Lao Twelve's arm without even saying hello! This is simply too much!"
The first witch god, with murderous intent.
At that moment, the other witch gods also stood up one after another:
"That's right! Does that little bastard really think that by destroying the 13 Grandmasters of Xiangjiang, he will be invincible? We have to use our blood to tell him that anyone who hurts our witch clan will die!"
"Boss, give the order quickly! When our twelve witch gods take action, we will definitely cut that little bastard into pieces!"
"Yes! Avenge Lao Twelve! Kill the Night Wind Dog Thief!"
One after another, murderous voices continued to sound.
It has to be said that the strength of Wushen Mountain is much more powerful than Xiangjiang!
The first witch god, a half-step legend!
Among the other eleven wizard gods, only Ugula is in the middle stage of Grandmaster, and the other ten are all in the peak stage of Grandmaster.
This strength swept across Xiangjiang, just like picking something out of a bag!
Listening to these voices falling, the face of the first wizard god became more and more ferocious:
"Everyone, be quiet!"
As soon as the first witch god opened his mouth, the other eleven people immediately fell silent.
He glanced at his eleven brothers, the first witch god, and then said slowly:
"Right now, the most important thing is not that little bastard! It's the blood sacrifice!"
"Today is the first day of reincarnation in the Demon Valley. After it opens, our father will bring blood food and blood sacrifice to our king!"
"Once the king is satisfied, the gift will be extremely generous, and it can even make our Wushen Mountain the number one force in China!"
When saying this, the twelve great witch gods all had bright eyes and excited expressions on their faces.
That’s right!
Every sacrifice takes ten years!
And today is their most important day in ten years!
"Once the king's gift comes, one night wind will mean nothing! Even if there are ten night winds, killing them is like killing a dog!"
The first witch god, so heroic!
The faces of the other eleven wizard gods also turned redder and redder with excitement.
Only they, the servants of the king, will understand how terrifying their king is!
Wow!
However, at this moment, a series of uproar sounded from outside the room!
The twelve great witch gods were all stunned.
Um?
"What's going on?" The first witch god said with a gloomy face.
At that moment, a man from the Witch Clan ran in with a panicked expression:
"Report to the Witch God, the Young Witch God..."
What!
Upon hearing this, Uguula's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up and rushed out of the room.
Not only him, but the other eleven witch gods came out in groups, hula la!
However, when they saw the scene not far away, their eyes were filled with tears!
"Wu Qing!!!"
When Wu Gula saw the young witch god covered in blood on the iron whip, his old eyes were filled with rage.
The rest of the people also had murderous expressions on their faces.
They couldn't believe that someone actually penetrated the young witch god and the masters of the witch clan like pigs and dogs and pulled them up to the witch god mountain.
This... is simply looking for death!
"Little bastard, it's you!!!"
When Ugula saw Ye Feng's cloudy old eyes, his resentment became even stronger.
Swish, swish, swish!
Almost instantly, the twelve great witch gods all rushed out and surrounded Ye Feng.
One by one, they looked at Ye Feng with overwhelming evil aura, as if they were looking at an idiot.
"You little bastard, you are so brave! Now that you have set foot in Wushen Mountain, you can stay forever!!!"
Ugula hated Ye Feng very much.
One of his arms was chopped off by Night Breeze!
And his own grandson was pierced by Ye Feng like a pig or a dog, how could he endure it.
Not only them, but the young witch god and the masters of the witch clan were all ecstatic after seeing the twelve great witch gods appearing together!
"Grandpa, kill him! Kill this little bastard!"
"Witch God, destroy this beast!"
"Kill! Those who insult our witch clan cannot be left here!"
The shouts of killing continued to reverberate!
Seeing this scene, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth became even colder!
"What? You think that because there are more people, you can kill me?"
Um?
These words made the Twelve Great Witch Gods startled. Then, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Ugula's mouth:
"That's right! There are many people, but there are few who bully you! Ye Feng, on our mountain, there is one mid-level grandmaster, ten peak grandmasters, and one half-step legend! Even if you are a god, you must die!!!"
"good!!!"
Hearing this, Ye Feng nodded:
"Since there are more people bullying the less people, let's see who has more people!!!"
After saying that, Ye Feng waved his hand!
Swish, swish, swish!
One after another figures sprang out from all directions of Wushen Mountain!
one!
Five!
Fifty!
One hundred!
In the blink of an eye, there were more than one hundred and twenty people!
And the most shocking thing is that all of these more than 120 people are - strong masters!!!
PS: I have received a lot of concern from book friends, thank you all, thank you for your support and concern! With you here, even if I go to hell, the autumn wind will crawl out and continue to write to you! In the past few days, I have updated twice a day.
Well, I will make up for it all after Qiu Feng recovers!