The sight changes from Golden Ao Island, surrounded by auspicious clouds and thousands of fairy scenes, to the vast Primordial World land, but the scene is completely different.
Since the founding of Laozi and Human Sect, Human Race's luck has improved slightly and it has multiplied and flourished. Like a spark that started a prairie fire, it began to expand into the large blank area left after the Lich War.
The teachings of Human Race Immortal Master are indispensable!
Wherever the tribes came, they dug mountains and cut trees, built bridges over water, built roads and houses, and enclosed land for farming.
Although the tools are still rough and the houses are only made of mud, stone, grass and trees, the creativity and tenacious vitality that far exceeds that of the Primordial World alien race have begun to show their strength.
However, the vigorous fire of humanity illuminated the wilderness, but it also awakened countless latent monsters and wild ferocious beasts hidden deep in the mountains, forests, swamps, and dormant in deep caves and streams!
Some of these Demon Race creatures may just be a group of spirits, and some may be descendants of great Demon Empress who were driven away from their homeland by the last Lich War.
Their ferocious nature has not been lost, and they regard the sudden intrusion of the huge but generally weak Human Race as a god-given blood meal! For a time, evil winds are everywhere, and demonic shadows are everywhere!
Screams, howls, and roars of wild beasts echoed across the Primordial World land.
Human Race Although the Qi practitioners fought hard to resist and formed a formation to protect them, when faced with monsters that were far more powerful than themselves and proficient in various Demonic Arts magic techniques, they often had to pay a heavy price to repel or expel them.
More often than not, it was the Human Race tribe that was shrouded in demonic clouds, their houses torn apart by sharp claws, their fragile bodies torn apart and devoured, and Blood Qi soaring into the sky!
Most of Witch Race's tribe chose to sit on the sidelines.
Instead of stopping Demon Race's killing behavior, they were silently and carefully observing a strange phenomenon.
Those Human Race who were brutally killed by Demon Race, the extreme fear, anger, and resentment before their death did not seem to dissipate!
Wisps of mist, almost invisible to the naked eye, a pale blue color with black edges, quietly floated out from the dead body of Human Race.
The mist twisted and rolled, forming a vague and painful human face, baring its teeth and claws, and letting out a silent but soul-shaking vicious roar!
These mists seemed to be attracted invisibly, and they rushed towards the Demon Race that had just swallowed them!
Monsters entangled in this mist often suffer from a moment of sluggishness and panic. There are even small demons with slightly lower cultivation levels who are unstable after being hit by a large amount of mist, with signs of swaying soul fire and disordered mana!
"What is that?
Could it be the resentment of Human Race's soul that Ancestral Witch said?" The eyes of the wizards in the Witch Tribe suddenly burst out with the light of greed and understanding.
They were keenly aware of the key!
It turns out that the soul of this weak Human Race, due to its tragic experience after death, can turn into a special "powerful spirit" that is effective on Demon Race's soul!
This discovery is like putting fire into dry wood! Witch Race wise men and Great Witch people from all tribes, big and small, have devoted themselves to research.
Soon, the preliminary method of using Human Race to kill Li Po was figured out. However, Witch Race was not satisfied with "observation".
The killing quietly escalated! Witch Race began to purposefully "create" Li Po!
Witch Race is not like Demon Race who pursues flesh and blood, but is more cruel - either tortures to death, or tortures and kills women, children, old and young to arouse deeper resentment!
When the miserable wails resounded through the sky, and when the billowing cyan resentment rose into the sky, the wizards of Witch Race used secret methods to take out small black flags that had been refined with animal bones or evil materials in advance, and forcibly contained and imprisoned the violent cyan mist!
"Mysterious Yin Soul Gathering Banner!" An evil name was circulated among the Witch Tribe.
The test results are remarkable! Even Golden Immortal level Demon Race, faced with the invisible impact caused by Human Race's powerful spirit released by hundreds or thousands at the same time, it is inevitable that the soul will be stung and the movement will be stagnant!
The research results were quickly passed on to Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Buzhou Mountain, Ancestral Witch Hall.
Witch Race Twelve Ancestral Witches, a group of top Great Witch gathered together.
Dozens of furious, cold, solemn, or unbearable gazes in the hall focused on a suspended blood-colored scroll.
The scroll was made up of countless struggling and twisted cyan shadows, emitting a silent but soul-piercing scream!
It was Human Race who gathered together with the secret method and died tragically of Wailing Souls.
"Hmph!" Zhurong slapped the stone base suddenly, his red beard and hair moved automatically without any wind, and his hot breath burned the air.
"Nuwa pinched the little clay figurine. After death, the resentment will not dissipate, but there are still a few moments!"
In the scroll, countless fierce ghosts pounced on a bound Taiyi Demon King. The soul of Demon King dimmed instantly, let out a shrill wail, and his soul suddenly disappeared.
Zhu Jiuyin's narrow eyes opened and closed, and time seemed to flow back in his eyes. His voice was as hoarse as gravel. "There are only millions of Human Race souls and resentments in this flag.
If we can gather the resentment of Human Race's billions of souls, and when the lich fights, all the vengeful souls will come together, even Quasi-Sage Great Divine Ability User will be in a daze for a moment, Demon Race evil beast, vulnerable!"
Gonggong was surrounded by water vapor and turned into a ferocious water dragon. His voice buzzed. "Brother, what Zhu Jiuyin said is absolutely true! The resentment of a single Human Race soul is like an ant or an insect. But if hundreds of millions of them gather together, they will have the power of the heavens!
From what I see, this is Father God giving me Witch Race a sharp weapon to defeat the enemy! To deal with Dijun and Taiyi, those flat-haired beasts who practice the immortal way of the Yuanshen, this Human Race Wailing Souls fierce ghost is the nemesis!"
Speaking of this, Gonggong's eyes flashed with excitement and cruelty.
Dijiang nodded gently, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Gonggong's words resonate deeply with my heart.
Human Race This weak soul will never die, Fierce Qi Soaring to the Heavens, it should be used by our clan!"
Having said that, Dijiang looked down at the Great Witch master who was covered in strange witch patterns, "How's the 'Mysterious Yin Soul Gathering Banner' you researched?"
Master Great Witch knelt down on one knee and respectfully presented a small triangular flag the size of a palm. The flag was as black as ink, and countless ghost faces could be vaguely seen squirming, exuding a heart-stopping chill.
"Report Ancestral Witch! This is the prototype of 'Mysterious Yin Soul Gathering Banner'. It only needs to be guided by the essence of millions of Human Race, melted into this Xuanyin beast bone flag pole, supplemented by the Witch Race branding secret pattern.
After it is refined and formed, wave it with one flag and consume all the demon souls within a thousand miles! Once enough souls are accumulated, the power of this flag will definitely tear apart the Demon God soul!"
"Hahaha!" Zhurong laughed again, and the sound shook the hall, "Okay! What a Mysterious Yin Soul Gathering Banner!
Then let all the tribes take action immediately! Arrest people! Arrest many people! Wherever Human Race is, sweep them all away for me! Use Human Race's innocent souls to forge my Witch Race hegemony!"
In the main hall, the atmosphere became fanatical, and the eyes of Xing Tian, Xiang Liu and other Great Witch also ignited with bloodthirsty light.
Only Ancestral Witch Houtu remained silent, with a frown on his face and a worried look on his face. He looked at the ferocious bloody scroll and Mysterious Yin Soul Gathering Banner with a solemn mind.
"Brothers!" Houtu's voice interrupted the frenzy in the hall, "Human Race soul, although it has miraculous effects, it may be feasible to deal with ordinary Demon Race, but Dijun is in charge of He Tu Luo Shu, Taiyi has the voice of Chaos Bell to guard the soul, and True Sun Fire is burning all evil.
The resentment of these hundreds of millions of Human Race souls, in front of them, is nothing more than moths rushing to the flame, wasting human lives in vain!
Besides, the foundation of my Witch Race is still 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation'. How can I abandon the fundamentals and chase the minor ones?
What's more, this act of slaughtering living beings harms the harmony of heaven and the destiny of our clan..."
Before he finished speaking, Gonggong interrupted impatiently, "Sister Houtu! When did you become so indecisive and soft-hearted?
It's a matter of life and death for Witch Race. If you can increase your chances of winning, it's worth a try!
As for harming the harmony of heaven and earth? Humph! I, Witch Race, am Pangu's Orthodox Lineage. I manage all the races of heaven and earth for Father God. How can I harm heaven?
Human Race can devote themselves to our great cause of defeating the enemy, it is their destiny!"
Dijiang took a deep look at Houtu and said in a voice with unquestionable majesty, "Zhu Jiuyin, tell me about the research of your subordinate Great Witch."
Zhu Jiuyin's face became more sinister. "Houtu's concerns are justified. It is indeed difficult to shake existences like Dijun and Taiyi through pure ghost attack."
Speaking of this, Zhu Jiuyin's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he changed the topic. "Using Human Race's resentful soul as a guide, and blending it into my Witch Clan's Sacrificial Sha Origin, you can condense into 'Twelve Heavenly Fiend Ghost Body'!"
This thing is intangible and qualityless, and it specializes in devouring the soul. Even Daluo Demon God can hardly resist it. Then integrate this ghost body into our 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation'... When the formation is formed, the power surges, Pangu True Body holds the power of this ghost... The destruction of Yao Race Heavenly Court is only within the palm of your hand!"
As soon as these words came out, even Dijiang's eyes erupted with frightening light!
"Okay! What a ghostly body!" Dijiang stood up suddenly, and the pressure of the vast space filled the air.
"Witch-Demon War, it must be divided between life and death! How can such a sharp weapon be abandoned?
Act immediately! Center the tribe and spread out in all directions to hunt down Human Race!
Be careful, Shouyang Mountain Surrounding Area must not be moved. In other places, if you encounter Human Race settlements, take the souls of strong men and strong women to refine the flags and condense them. Women, children, the old and the weak can leave a line!
For the great cause of our clan, the life of a little Human Race ant means nothing!"
"Yes!" Except for Houtu, the other ten Ancestral Witch responded in unison, full of murderous intent.
Houtu was shocked in her heart. Seeing the almost fanatical determination in her brothers' eyes, her persuasion seemed feeble.
Those words of "a little bit of ant's life" were like a cold and sharp knife piercing her heart.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was blocked by Qiangliang's words. "Sister Houtu, you have also seen that this is not the wish of one or two of us, but the need for Witch Race's survival! Put away your unnecessary pity!"
Xuanming's whole body was even colder, and his cold words were as cold as ice. "If Human Race is destroyed, Nuwa Laozi will feel heartbroken.
As long as a trace of its fire is left and its nest is not overturned, it will not hinder the survival of their orthodoxy.
Struggle for Dao Lineage, this is a game among saints. Why should we care about the fate of ants? Don't worry, girl."
Houtu turned pale and stood up slowly, looking around at his brothers who were connected by blood but drifting away, with endless pain and powerlessness in his eyes.
"Alas..." A long and heavy sigh, containing a lot of helplessness and compassion. "I only hope... that this blood debt will not bring unbearable disaster to our family... Brothers, you... just take care of yourself."
She took one last look at the prototype of Soul-Gathering Banner that exuded an evil aura, as if she had foreseen the blood-stained future of Primordial World, turned around, and walked out of the suffocating Ancestral Witch Hall alone with heavy steps.
An unprecedented systematic extermination hunt for Human Race has officially begun!
However, how could Witch Race's actions be hidden from Yao Race Heavenly Court?
Messages from secret agents flew to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall like snowflakes. Dijun, Taiyi, Xihe, Fuxi, and Kunpeng gathered together again.
Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Dijun was sitting on the throne, his face as sinking as water, and the depths of his golden eyes suppressed storm-like anger and a trace of unnoticeable light.
Hearing the news that Witch Race was hunting Human Race on a large scale and refining Soul-Gathering Banner, the already tense string in his heart was completely plucked.
"Did Witch Race notice that I, Yao Race Heavenly Court, wanted to refine 'Witch-Slaying Sword'?"
Dijun's tone was low, and every word seemed to be chiseled out of Ten Thousand Year Black Ice.
Xihe was nestled beside him, her beautiful face was covered with clouds, and the pain of losing her son had not yet been healed.
"Your Majesty!" Demon Master Kunpeng, who was dressed in a mysterious robe and had a sinister aura, stepped out from the crowd, his narrow eyes flashing with a calculating cold light. "Witch Race has opened this door, which is also a good thing for me Yao Race Heavenly Court. At least I, Yao Race Heavenly Court, don't have to face the pressure of the saint alone!
They can refine Soul-Gathering Banner to target our clan's soul, and I, Demon Race, can also refine the witch-slaying blade with the soul of Human Race?
If the Power of Grudge and Sha contained in that soul is condensed, its power may not be inferior!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi embraced Chaos Bell, and the golden flames of the sun rolled around him like a dragon, and the blazing murderous intent almost burned through the palace.
"That's right! Brother, I made an unannounced visit to the lower world and saw with my own eyes that after Witch Race killed Human Race, he used a secret method to concoct his soul. The soul of Soul-Gathering Banner roared with fierceness and the evil aura soared to the sky. It has a miraculous effect on the soul!
How can such sharp weapons be owned by Witch Race?"
Fuxi frowned, and his fingers unconsciously traced the trajectory of Innate Eight Trigrams in the void, with a heavy expression of worry. "This method is too harsh, it may harm the peace of heaven, harm the destiny of our family, and it will greatly harm Empress Nuwa and Sage Taiqing..."
"Hmph!" Kunpeng snorted coldly, not taking it seriously. "Tribulation At present, life and death are on the line! A woman's kindness will be revealed in vain!
As long as Human Race is left with a trace of vitality and does not become extinct, there is still room for it. I don't think these two saints will hinder our race's path to survival just for the sake of a few ants!"
His eyes swept over the ministers with different expressions, and finally landed on Fuxi's worried face. Dijun smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, don't worry, I have already acquiesced to this matter, Wa Huang Tian, Shouyang Mountain, Empress Nuwa, and Sage Taiqing!
As long as you keep a trace of Human Race's vitality alive, don't make it extinct, and don't damage the foundation of the Human Sect!"
Hearing Dijun's words, everyone in the Lingxiao Palace was overjoyed. Only Fuxi's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and he sighed slightly in his heart!
This sigh is not only a sigh that Yao Race Heavenly Court has lost the "orthodoxy of heaven and earth", but also a sigh that Empress Nuwa seems to have lost his heart of love and compassion after becoming a saint!
Just when Fuxi was stunned, a hint of weighing determination flashed in Dijun's eyes, and he slapped the imperial case. "My decree: Heavenly Court Various tribes belongs to the company and will immediately go to the land of Primordial World to imitate Witch Race to collect the souls of Human Race and refine the weapon to kill witches!
Remember, 'leave the roots forever', don't go too far and leave a trace of vitality to Human Race, are Empress Nuwa and Sage Taiqing watching?"
"According to the order!" The demons in the palace accepted the order in unison, and murderous intent spread like a tide.
Dijun's order was like pouring boiling oil into a cauldron of already boiling blood. Human Race, who was already precarious because of Witch Race's killing, instantly fell into a deeper and more desperate abyss.