Vol 3 Chapter 5023: Soul Clan and Zixiao God

Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, took the lead and said: "The time flow rate of the gray world is thousands of times that of the real fairy world. If the son of the 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, I will have a chance to save the Wu clan."
"It's not too late, we should quickly set up the Twelve Capitals, do you have any objections?"
Gonggong asked about the other ancestors.
"Just do it!"
"As of now, we have no other choice."
"Success or failure is here, and I hope to change the ending in the scriptures."
The Twelve Ancestors expressed their approval.
Nuwa also nodded and said sternly: "The egg of the of Zulong will serve as the eye of the Twelve Capital Heavenly God's Demon Formation, and provide energy for the ancestors to condense the real body of Pangu."
If Shen Lang was present, he would be shocked when he heard these words of conversation.
It is estimated that he never dreamed that the Twelve Ancestral Witch and Nuwa would actually sell him.
Just when the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Nuwa in the temple were still discussing how to attack the demon clan.
Shen Lang has entered the gray world.
...
grey world.
An unknown forest.
The forest is cloudy and misty, and the vegetation is low.
Different from the real fairy world, the grass and trees in the gray world are in the shape of white jade.
The sky is gray and the earth is gray and white, with white jade-colored trees and flowers, giving people a unique morbid beauty.
In the depths of this forest, there is a wide plain with a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
The plains were full of flames and smoke billowing.
"kill!"
A large number of screams of rushing and killing spread from all over the plain, and the magical attack of the sky exploded and collided, and the air was filled with a thick smell.
In the middle of the plain, hundreds of thousands of monks were fighting and fighting.
Looking closely, it seems to be divided into two camps.
One camp is a monster, and the other camp looks like a human but is not a human.
Those cultivators who were suspected to be "human race" actually had no physical body and only appeared in the form of ghostly shadows.
This is not the case of a single monk, but all monks are in this form, which is really strange.
The number of monks from both camps added up to hundreds of thousands, and it seemed that the difference was not big.
Although those "human" cultivators who only retain their souls have an advantage in supernatural powers, their soul bodies are too fragile. Once they are attacked by several demon cultivators, their soul bodies will often collapse directly.
And those demon cultivators incarnated into their bodies one by one, and their bodies were strong. Even if they were knocked down by one or two magical powers, most of them could stand up again and attack again.
Soon, the demon clan had the upper hand, forcing those human monks who only had souls to retreat continuously and retreated into the forest.
At the same time, in an open-air square in the middle of the forest, the ghosts of thousands of human monks knelt down in front of a huge statue, chanting ancient songs, as if they were carrying out some kind of ceremony.
The statue is about 100 feet high, and it is a young monk wearing a purple robe and carrying a long sword. He is handsome and heroic.
In front of the statue, an old man whose soul body glowed with a strong white light, fell to the ground, prayed to the statue:
"God Zixiao, please listen to the loyal call of the soul clan, come here, and destroy this group of demon clan!"
The voice fell.
The souls of all the human monks who were kneeling on the ground released their soul power, turned into wisps of white light, and poured into the statue.
at this time.
"kill!"
From the depths of the forest came the sound of the rushing and killing of the demon clan.
The group of demon monks had already entered the forest and went straight to the square in the middle of the forest.
The Soul Clan cultivator was smashed and defeated, and could not resist the attack of the demon cultivator at all.
Seeing that the demon clan was about to attack the square.
The old man with a strong white light in his soul soared into the air, raised his palms high, and uttered a high voice like a rock piercing through gold: "Five Thunders, Heaven's Heart, Dharma!"
As soon as the roar fell, the old man shot out a five-colored thunder in his palm, carrying an incomparably overbearing destructive power, and smashed towards the demon clan that rushed into the square.
"Boom!!!"
The terrifying Five Elements Thunder struck a large number of demon cultivators, bursting with astonishing power, instantly killing more than a thousand demon cultivators rushing to the front.