Chapter 981:

With a bang, when it gradually disappeared, the dark clouds in the sky had disappeared, and the scattered silk mist spread in all directions. There were hundreds of bat saints, now less than 100 people, retreating in this sky.
A lot of flesh and blood was shed from mid-air, and the blow of the Witch Clan’s bow and its deadly energy can be said to be the ultimate power of the Witch Clan. With this kind of power, they can stay here for 15 years!
However, the price paid for this power is also great, that bow can only be used once at a time. This magic weapon is not invalid, there is no war witch. Open the distance twice in a row in a short time!
Every time it is pulled apart, it is actually at the cost of the collapse of the muscles and bones. After the need to be cured, the person who is the key protection will play an important role in the next war.
Regarding the lifeless impact of that animal bone altar, this kind of power cannot be accumulated artificially. This takes time. During these 15 years, the traces of Nangong have only accumulated about 5 explosions here.
Almost every three years, it can only condense once, and now there is one remaining, and the next three years will be very long.
"Send sacrifices" Nangong lowered his head, not wanting to look. He was kneeling and clenched a fist. The people behind him were also frowning and were also kneeling.
Almost at the same time they knelt down, all the witches in this valley knelt in silence and sadly. They were members of 20 witches.
These 20 clansmen are all elderly people. Their bodies slowly jumped up and walked towards the light curtain. It is their destiny to show emotion and smiles on their faces. Smiles are when they see the clansmen.
They are happy to be sacrifices. Because they know they won't live long. If one's own death can become the peace of the people, their death is also there.
Under the kneeling and grief of all the Wu people, the bodies of more than 20 elderly people appeared outside the valley through the light curtain, and marched towards the more than 100 bat saints who wandered in the sky but did not leave.
Those bat saints flew directly in the hoarse, and the killing began. This killing did not resist, it was just the death of Xue Linlin.
Everyone in the Wu clan saw this scene, and their sadness deepened in silence. Until the two dozen old people were tortured and killed by the many bat saints this week, these bat saints spread their wings and fly high.
The traces of Nangong raised his head. His eyes were full of blood. For nearly 15 years, he had fought with the bat saints many times. They knew that the races of the Nine Yin Realms like hunting. They often come to the masses. In the end, if the hunting is not successful, they will never give up.
Therefore, the Wu Clan is here. After this point of collapse, the so-called sacrifice must be sent away to satisfy the hunting of the Bat Saint Clan. Only in this way can peace be restored for a few days.
In addition, offering sacrifices directly without fighting has no effect. The bat saints must be killed and wounded, and the hunting rituals of the bat saints must be met.
Nangonghen and others in the last 15 years also understand this.
"We are still giving the people of the tribe as sacrifices...Although it is a 60% chance of winning, the cost is too high..." the old woman behind the traces of Nangong whispered.
"Add in the 67 people who died while maintaining the formation and the 20 people who were happy as victims. This time, 87 people died."
"It takes half a year to fight the witch's bow. There is not enough healing medicine. I need to arrange for Wucheng to venture out to find medicine."
"There is only one death left on the altar."
Nangong Trace heard the people behind him reporting the results of the battle, his expression gradually confused. Fifteen years ago, he did not succeed under dramatic changes, but he stayed here, waiting for the help of the Wu clan. At that time, they, Close enough to 10,000 people.
There are multiple witches among them, but with one killing and fighting, their numbers are getting smaller and smaller, and finally under the split, some people don't know where they went.
Gradually, because of his identity, he became the leader here. He saw the death of his people. So far, the future is confused and I don't know where he is.
"The outside may have forgotten us... the disaster of the Eastern Famine may have occurred. Earth-shaking changes have taken place in the outside world. No one remembers. We also have us in this Nine Yin World.
Maybe you can't leave here in your whole life. Where is the future only for death? "Nangong traces the vicissitudes of life, and he sighs secretly in his heart, but in this confusion, his face changed a lot when he saw the sky.
In addition to him, the more than 10 people behind, and even many people from the Wu Clan in the valley, are now showing fear and fear when they see the sky. The traces of Nangong, the distant sky has a black mist several times larger than the dark clouds so far, billowing out, and the occasional figure of the bat saints in the mist is jaw-dropping!
That number seems to be nearly a thousand people! stop!
Their direction is this valley!
"I saw the purple thread tribe of the Bat Saint tribe, the number... never happened before. Hunting restarted at least half a year after the previous collapse!
Among so many members of the purple thread tribe, there must be among them the golden thread tribe of the Bat Saint tribe. We may win almost zero in this battle. It won't take long for all the people to maintain the formation. ’"
"Drive the guard formation with all your strength, be prepared for a deadly impact, let the witch fight the alternate bow, and pull the bow when you die!"
"If they are passing by, if they are not passing by, when all the people of the tribe are fighting, when they are alive and dead, we have waited for fifteen years, and finally it is here!" Nangong said with a solemn expression on his expression and whispered.
After Trace said so, someone told me immediately. In that formation in the valley, the Wu people’s eyes are now facing decision. In that formation, bend your knees and give all your strength.
In the valley, everywhere in the cave, the Wu people stood silently on the edge of the cave, looking at the sky, rubbing their own fog, doing the practice in the body, their expressions settled one by one!
Among the children born in the past fifteen years, in the arms of their mothers, looking out, looking at their fathers, in their pure eyes, there is fear, but more of them mean death together.
In addition, many elderly people are also standing outside the cave, preparing to fill their faces with the traces of time, looking at the sky, exchanging death and dignity.
All the Wu people look at the sky, see the black mist rolling, see if they are passing by or their target, they all have them.
When the black fog stopped in the midair of this valley, everyone of the Wu clan who saw this scene understood that the time for the decisive battle had arrived!
Nangong gritted his teeth and his eyes went crazy. After he stopped for a while in the black fog, he suddenly broke out, and hundreds of hoarse bat saints came down from it. The moment they roared, the traces of Nangong made a low voice. The body suddenly jumped out, and behind him, the dozen or so followers also jumped out.
"Fight, die, don't fight, die, but if you fight, you will not regret your death!"
"We have waited for fifteen years. External rescuers are always silent. They may have forgotten us. Abandon us, where is the future? The future is in our hands!
We did not wait. We must fight fiercely. If this battle is fortunately won, from then on we will not be the Witch race, but we will stand on our own! Grasp your own destiny, pursue your own future, and save yourself if others don't. From then on we call ourselves a life clan! No! "Nangong trace raised the void with his right hand, and soon the spear was transformed into his hand.
"Life Race!"
"From then on, we are not a witch, but a life clan!". All the Wu people in this valley made a deep voice.
"Deadness!" Following the traces of Nangong, the death energy of the entire valley condensed again, forming a strong impact, going straight up, penetrating the guardian light curtain, and contacting the coming bat saints. At the moment when the roar is loud, the signs of Nangong are loud.
"Ming Clan, we are going to kill you!"
A figure, hoarse, rises in this valley, this rise is like the rise of a nation, a man under oppression, surrounded by death, fifteen years of waiting, frantically struggling, crying regret, and ignoring all liberation!
Maintaining the formation and protecting the children in the valley, the witches are still sending power on their knees. In addition, more than 500 witches rushed out of the valley and launched a life and death battle with the bat saints in the impact of death!
"Don't know it! A cold nose song echoed from the black mist in the sky, and seeing the black air spreading outwards, there were bright purple line bat saints between 10 eyebrows. They walked out, and they had eyebrows behind them. Gold thread, body
He hummed sarcastically, raised his right hand and pushed it down. With that push, a ton of death energy was shocking, spreading in all directions in the roar, and its power quickly disappeared.
"Before the saint ancestor wakes up, all the outside families here will kill and sacrifice. This nine holy altar wants our bat saints! More bat saints are facing the witches in excitement. People!
In other words, at this time, in the sky not too far from here, he walked with Chu Mo's calm face. The snake raised his head and stared ahead, making a hoarse voice.
When Chu Mo frowned, the speed of descent suddenly increased, making a sharp sound.