5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 965
"No, it's not the fall of the detached."

Someone looked up at the sky, and the power on his body dispelled the majestic aura.

"It's Xuanming, the vision in the sky was caused by Xuanming." The world lord looked at Xuanming in surprise.

The witch race is an independent race, and if we want to go back to history, it is even older than the human race.

This race is very terrifying and has a strong foundation. The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who are powerful in both worlds, are not the strongest existence of the Wu Clan, but just a typical representative of the Witch Clan.

Even the master of the spirit world, facing the ancestor Wu Xuanming, has a strong look of fear on his face.

"Crash."

Suddenly, a torrential rain of blood fell from the blood cloud, and heavy raindrops fell on the people, staining their clothes and armor red.

"Hey, there is no sad atmosphere. This blood rain is different from the previous five blood rains."

The monks all made sounds of surprise.

"What's going on here?" Everyone didn't quite understand.

"Murderous."

Jiang Ling looked at the blood rain all over the sky, his face was extremely solemn, this should be Xuan Ming's supernatural power.

Jiang Ling did not forget that Xuan Ming was the ancestor witch who was in charge of killing and rain.

"Boom bang bang."

Without warning, subtle collision sounds resounded through the world, accompanied by the screams of the monks.

"Huh?" Jiang Ling followed the screams and looked over. It was those bloody raindrops, and each drop of bloody raindrops was equivalent to a heavy punch.

The pattering raindrops fell on the monks, and it was like dense fists pouring on their bodies.

The screams lasted only a few seconds, and the sound became much weaker, because many people couldn't bear the bombardment of the blood rain and were pulverized.

"Escape from the rain! All idlers, etc., immediately hide in the building and put up the protective cover."

Jiang Ling hurriedly passed down the order.

"The army of the Feixian Empire, pick up the corpses on the ground, and cover yourself from the rain. Quickly, give up the war first."

Afterwards, Jiang Ling secretly transmitted his soul to the army of the Feixian Empire.

"Boom bang bang."

Jiang Ling was still controlling the battlefield, and his attention to Xuan Ming was slightly reduced. As a result, all the raindrops gathered and gathered on top of Jiang Ling's head, and fell down in one go.

Jiang Ling never described the falling raindrops as "falling down", but what the heck, the dense raindrops on Jiangling's head at this moment really fell like Mount Tai, and even blocked Jiangling's escape route.

"careful!"

Sikong Nihong and the others saw the sudden change in Jiangling and reminded Jiangling immediately, but it was too late.

"Roar!"

Jiang Ling roared crazily, and Pan Gu body was operated to the extreme by Jiang Ling.

"Om." Pangu's phantom appeared above Jiangling's head out of thin air.

The things hanging behind the phantom became clearer and clearer, and the aura became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Ling was not the first to sense the change in Pan Gu's phantom, it was Xuan Ming who first discovered the change in Jiang Ling.

"The breath of the ancestor, how can you have the breath of the ancestor on your body!"

Xuan Ming's voice came down from the majestic blood-colored raindrops, with a strong sense of surprise in his tone.

"Ancestor?" Jiang Ling was taken aback by Xuanming's words, "What ancestor?"

"It's Pangu, why do you have the aura of the ancestors, even our twelve ancestor witches don't have the aura of the ancestors, at most they are descended from the blood."

The cold voice rang directly in Jiangling's mind, obviously Xuanming didn't want others to hear Jiangling's conversation, it seems that the matter about Pangu is a secret.

"Sure enough, it was transformed by Pan Gu's blood. It seems that the myths and legends are true." Jiang Ling rolled his eyes a few times, thinking to himself.

"call."

When Xuan Ming was talking to Jiang Ling, he didn't stop attacking, the torrential raindrops fell densely, roaring towards him.

"You don't know the reason, and I won't tell you specifically, but I must thank you."

Jiang Ling smiled and said a lot of things that made Xuan Ming puzzled.

"Peng."

An invisible wave of air rushed out of Jiang Ling's body, roaring and sweeping out, knocking away the first raindrops that fell.

These bloody raindrops combined the three elements controlled by Xuanming: rain, killing and plague.

Xuanming didn't control the last plague very deeply, but he could easily control it.

The raindrops formed by the fusion of the three elements have a strong lethality. Jiangling may be injured. Whether there is a turnaround depends on Pangu Xuying.

"rise!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Jiang Ling's soul body sat cross-legged in the void, opened his eyes suddenly, and roared furiously.

After a roar, the strength of Jiang Ling's bloodline rose wildly, and it rose to an unprecedented height in a blink of an eye, far surpassing before.

The power of the bloodline increased, and the blurry shadow hanging behind Pangu Xuying gradually emerged.

In the self-explosion, both the Pangu body and the Pangu phantom have been enhanced, especially the Pangu phantom, which has been greatly improved.

"It's a Taoist weapon."

When Jiang Ling raised the power of his bloodline, he focused on what was behind Pan Gu's phantom.

Now it can be confirmed that it is a Taoist weapon, but I don't know what kind of Taoist tool it is.

"what!"

After the bloodline was raised to a certain level, the terrifying suction continued to spread from the phantom of Pan Gu, acting on Jiang Ling, depriving Jiang Ling of his power.

"Kakkaka."

Jiang Ling's skin dried up quickly, his body also shrank and shriveled, his white hair gradually became dry and dull, and after his life energy was taken away, all his life energy was poured into Pan Gu's phantom.

"His vitality has been extracted."

"My God, it's unbelievable!"

All the monks who saw this scene covered their mouths and looked at Jiang Ling inexplicably in horror.

"The vitality was extracted? Will it be directly sucked to death? It shouldn't be Xuanming's doing it?"

On the city wall of Feixian Empire, Yu Liang looked at Jiangling worriedly.

"No, it's not that the vitality is extracted, it's the life essence that is extracted. The vitality is extracted not from getting old, but from the decay of the body."

Yuan Tiangang is well-informed, and he can see the situation in Jiangling at a glance.

"Then it doesn't matter." Sikong Nihong was very relieved.

"Did you refine and absorb my blood essence to generate the ancestor's breath?" Xuan Ming thought about it for a while, and suddenly understood.

"Guess for yourself, whatever you want." Jiang Ling didn't tell him what he meant.

"Go to hell!"

Xuanming's murderous aura surged wildly, and he roared madly, increasing the lethality of the blood rain.

Jiang Ling quickly sensed the phantom of Pan Gu, and vaguely saw the giant ax hanging behind the phantom, but the giant ax was still rather vague, and Jiang Ling couldn't be 100% sure.

Xuanming referred to Pangu as the ancestor, not to say that Pangu was a witch clan, but because the twelve ancestor witches were transformed from Pangu's essence and blood.

What kind of race Pangu is, no one can tell, because most of Pangu's blood essence turned into twelve ancestor witches, a small part of blood essence gave birth to ordinary witch clan, most of his soul turned into Sanqing, and some essence blood turned into three ancestors. Po San Hun formed the first humans.

Pangu cannot be divided into races, but it is the common ancestor of the human race and the witch race.

The human race and the witch race have similar origins, but they are definitely not similar races, and the human race born through Pangu is only a very small part, and the vast majority of human races were conceived by heaven and earth.

Anyway, it must not have been created by Nüwa. There are some believable and outrageous myths and legends. There is a certain degree of truth in Pangu's creation of the world, but it is too fake for Nüwa to create human beings. She does not have that ability.

(End of this chapter)