Chapter 569: Witch

"My creation." Phantom's voice was intermittent, sounding a bit like a radio whose signal reception was not very stable.

Every time it speaks a word, a lot of the evil behind it disappears. The demons serve as fuel to maintain the existence of the phantom, burning like a torch.

"Why is the human race still living like this after thousands of years?" After reading the memory fragments of Yaoxie, Yuan Wuchu felt a little surprised.

Before his death, the human race had clearly occupied all known habitable areas and had a unified political power. However, after thousands of years of development, the lives of the vast majority of people remained unchanged, wandering between life and death of hunger and cold every day. .

"The golden age in the memory database, I have maintained it to this day." Xingju repeated the answer he had told Bai Mo before.

After all, that was the mission he received.

"..." Xuying was speechless.

"I have answered your question, so can you go and die?" Xingju politely announced his death to the shadow.

"Boom!" The sky suddenly began to thunder and lightning.

The half of the sky belonging to the Star Torch is constantly attracting high-altitude thunderclouds. It seems to be planning to bury its creator with a gorgeous thundercloud storm.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I still don't understand people's hearts." Yuan Wuchu thought for a few seconds before he realized what the reason was for the Star Torch that he designed to imprison all human beings for thousands of years. improvement.

"It's a pity that Qingye and the others' sacrifices only resulted in such a failure, a magical spirit that doesn't know how to adapt at all." Xuying was neither sad nor happy.

"Disappear in this world forever, my creator." After Xingju heard this, his tone did not show a trace of anger, but the super thunderclouds stretching for tens of kilometers in the sky probably exposed it. true thoughts.

"Taihao God's Thunder!" Without giving Yuan Wuchu any time to continue explaining, an indescribably bright beam of light that penetrated the sky and earth broke through the overlapping dark clouds and pressed straight down from directly above the virtual shadow. .

The violent high temperature pierced the air, triggering a hurricane in the surrounding area that was no less powerful than the tornado just now. The troubled air was tossed over and over again by different energy sources.

However, the seemingly earth-shattering Taihao God's thunder light had all its killing power exquisitely limited to a circle with a radius of less than ten meters centered on the shadow.

At this time, with the collective betrayal of the aristocratic family, the gamble can be declared over, and Xing Ju naturally no longer has any scruples in projecting power on the ground.

In less than a millisecond, the divine thunder traveling at nearly the speed of light descended from mid-air to the ground, trying to use the shortest possible time to completely erase the target of the attack from this world.

…

"The Galaxy secondary artillery on the Moon Fortress is only as powerful as this Taihao God's thunder." In an unknown location in the space mezzanine, Donaldson, a member of Ark's senior management, was watching the live broadcast intently.

As the main contact person who often flirts with the moon, except for the core secret ultimate weapon Melting Star Cannon, which cannot obtain the test data, he knows many parameters of the moon fortress.

"The destructive power of this seventh-level old guy is probably comparable to that of the Moon Fortress at full output." Hastur, who had just come out of training and was wearing a yellow robe, said next to him.

"The gods are fighting below."

"Be careful not to mention that name, and don't look directly into the eyes of those guys, so as not to reveal the location of the Ark itself."

"Know!"

…

"Hiss..." The smoke cleared and Yuan Wuchu's shadow was safe and sound, but the ground next to it was different.

This deflected Taihao God's lightning forcefully dug out a large hole with smooth inner walls and bottomless depth in the originally solid ground.

The blazing energy flow directly melted or even vaporized the soil and gravel encountered along the way, and the smoke filled the entire battlefield with the wind.

A few evil spirits who were too close and were unfortunately caught in the lightning instantly disappeared in the dazzling light.

…

The four-faced Taoist in the sky looked at Bai Mo with his face behind him.

"After all, he came here for me." Bai Mo pulled out the sword from his chest, and there was still a trace of dark golden blood on the tip of the sword.

He casually threw away the ornament that was originally inserted in his chest and said quietly to Xing Ju.

“Do likes attract among the ruthless Taoists?”

"Guessed it right."

"This is my home court." Xingju failed to hit the target and prepared to double his strength.

"You don't need to attack, it won't survive for more than half a day." Bai Mo stopped this meaningless action again.

The shadow of Yuan Wuchu on the ground also nodded.

"After thousands of years of waiting, you are the second fellow Taoist to attract my attention. The one from three thousand years ago, before I had time to fully wake up, he soared through the air and left." Xuying's tone became a bit tense. rapid.

The evil behind Yuan Wuchu is burning faster and faster, and it looks like a countdown to the existence of a shadow.

"You know, we, like you, are the first generation to come into contact with spirits." Xuying began to talk about his past. .

"The witches we pass down from generation to generation inherit all the memories of the previous witch. I am them, and they are me.

I am an eighth-generation witch, but did you know that when the first-generation witch was born, there was no spiritual energy in the wilderness! "Yuan Wuchu told an explosive fact.

"The first generation witch was just a strong ancient ape at first, without much spiritual intelligence and no knowledge of cultivation.

But I witnessed the explosion of the spiritual tide, and the baptism of endless information allowed the first generation of witches, that is, me, to gain wisdom and initial strength. "The memory is a bit confusing, and the words are also a bit confused about who he is.

The memories of eight lives are superimposed, and each life has a different self.

"After the spiritual tide passed, one race after another awakened, and the forest entered an era of melee among all races. The first-generation witch led his tribe to fight a bloody path in the bloody storm, and passed the stage of elimination from all races to a hundred races.

I have fought countless monsters. When I was defending Hot Spring Mountain, I fought for ten days and ten nights. My eyes could no longer see any other color except blood. "

"After tens of thousands of sunrises and sunsets, fighting against heaven and earth, and suffering from countless hidden wounds, the first-generation witch suddenly discovered that the possibility of his body continuing to become stronger had been completely blocked by countless hidden wounds.

Desperate and unwilling to give up, he finally came up with the method of witch inheritance and left everything he had to the second witch, that is, me. "

Yuan Wuchu sometimes uses the first person and sometimes the third person to describe "his" past, and his identity and role are constantly changing.