Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

The God of Sacrifice was full of arrogance, staring at the Hongmeng Pearl, "Hand over what you have in your hand, and I will spare your life!"

A smile appeared on Feng Qingran's lips, playing with the Hongmeng Pearl, "The supreme god of the universe, then why don't you even have a body?"

"Ignorant ants! Gods don't even need a body to exert their super-powerful power." The God of Sacrifice looked down at Feng Qingran, but there was a vague anger on his body.

"So gods can also lie?" Feng Qingran's eyes were indifferent and she walked towards the place where the God of Sacrifice was.

The originally arrogant God of Sacrifice actually retreated subconsciously, wanting to stay away from Feng Qingran.

When Feng Qingran saw this scene, she knew in her heart that there was something in her that made the God of Sacrifice fearful.

"You ant dare to offend God. Do you know the consequences of offending me!?" The God of Sacrifice also tried to use words to intimidate Feng Qingran.

"It's just a god that is about to disappear, so why talk about the consequences?" Feng Qingran looked directly at the light and shadow with sharp eyes.

Now it was the turn of the God of Sacrifice to panic. The light and shadow trembled a few times, and he asked in disbelief: "Why can you see it?"

Feng Qingran said: "It's very simple. If you are really as powerful as you say, this thing will not still be in my hands, and you will not target people far away in the secret room. I guess, you are now You can only use the sacrifice formation to kill people."

After listening to Feng Qingran's words, the God of Sacrifice looked at Feng Qingran standing in the sacrificial formation, and the previous panic disappeared.

"Ants will always be ants, with short-sightedness. Since you know that I am the God of Sacrifice, and you dare to step into the Sacrifice Formation, should I say you are bold, or should I say you are ignorant!" The God of Sacrifice seemed to be. To regain the lost face.

As the sacred voice of sacrifice fell, the light and shadow of the twelve witch ancestors flew to the top of the altar.

Suddenly, all the ancient texts painted on the altar shone with light.

The light of ancient prose slowly gathered into a precise network.

Terrifying power filled the sky above the altar.

The color of the light and shadow formed by the sacrifice to the god is a bit heavier.

The chain made a sound, once again possessing a unique power.

A beam of light lit up, illuminating the entire space and blocking Feng Qingran's view of Wan Ling.

The light and shadow transformed by the twelve witch clans all fell beside her and surrounded her.

Hahaha! ——

The arrogant voice of the God of Sacrifice sounded, "Ant, you have offended God, and it is your honor to die for it!"

The God of Sacrifice dodged and landed in the center of the altar, raised his hand, his fingertips changed, and said: "Three thousand dharma, transformation of life and death, flesh and blood worshiping the gods, endless reincarnation!"

In an instant, the chains turned into powder, and countless powers surged towards the spirits.

Feng Qingran also felt a terrifying force falling on him.

It was as if he wanted to tear her flesh and blood apart.

Pooh! ——

Feng Qingran spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at the twelve witch ancestors in front of him with cold eyes.

These few people should also be the remnant souls of gods, right?

God has always been synonymous with the strong, and the real God can be imagined to be powerful.

But what makes Feng Qingran puzzled is that there are no records of real gods in ancient books.

Such a powerful race seemed to have had its traces wiped away deliberately, and there was no trace of their existence.

The God of Sacrifice was the first god she saw in the true sense.

Unfortunately, this god turned out to be her enemy.

While Feng Qingran was thinking, something was sucking away the vitality from her body, and countless strange forces invaded her body.

Feng Qingran's face turned pale and her whole body was shaky.

But there was no trace of panic in her eyes, and she stared ahead calmly.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Emperors, shatter the void!" the voice of the God of Sacrifice sounded.

In an instant, the altar shook, and the twelve witch ancestors left Feng Qingran, each occupying twelve positions on the altar.

The energy of destroying heaven and earth overflowed from the twelve witch ancestors.

A stream of crimson remnant souls emerged from the bottom of the altar, followed by endless pressure that could shake the world.

Light and darkness intertwined, and various forces intertwined together, as if they could destroy this world.

Seeing this, Feng Qingran bit her fingertips, blood dripped into the Hongmeng Pearl, and a large formation appeared in an instant.

After the formation appeared, Feng Qingran's brows showed a hint of cyan.

Her entire aura changed drastically, and all the forces around her avoided her.

Feng Qingran flipped his wrist and Quan Chong's staff fell into his hand.

Feng Qingran raised it and circulated the power of darkness. The twelve witch ancestors, who had the aura to kill everything, flew towards Quan Chong's staff.

Feng Qingran let go of Quan Chong's staff at this moment and sat cross-legged on the formation.

The staff of Quan Chong was above her head, and the twelve witch ancestors surrounded the staff of Quan Chong, showing a posture of surrender.

All the spirits controlled by the God of Sacrifice also flew in front of Feng Qingran at this time.

Cracks appeared on the eggshell, and several runes floated on it.

The formation beneath Feng Qingran formed a barrier.

Within the barrier, two forces, one black and one white, rotated around Feng Qingran.

There is also a Hongmeng Pearl on the top of its head.

The light and shadow of the twelve witch ancestors also entered the staff of Quan Chong.

A pure white flower blooms on the top of Quan Chong's staff, which does not affect the power of the staff, but makes it more mysterious.

The God of Sacrifice looked at the Hongmeng Pearl above Feng Qingran's head, and was shocked when he saw the image of Quan Chong's staff subduing the twelve witch ancestors.

The formation under Feng Qingran was formed by contracting the Hongmeng Pearl.

When you see clearly that one white and one black, it is like the formation of the Bagua array.

The God of Sacrifice said in a sharp voice: "How is this possible?! How can an ant get the Hongmeng Pearl? These things should be mine!"

The God of Sacrifice was full of jealousy and pounced on Feng Qingran.

at this time--

Swish! ——

The god-killing spear suddenly appeared and mercilessly pierced the incarnation of the sacrificial god.

The light and shadow transformed by the God of Sacrifice gradually dissipated. Before dissipating, she seemed to be unwilling to stare in Feng Qingran's direction.

Can't figure out why things are like this?

She could have been reborn with the help of this sacrifice!

But no one answered her question.

With the disappearance of the God of Sacrifice.

The entire maze and even the Abyss Tomb began to turbulent, and cracks appeared in the space.

The nine-headed baby in the secret room suddenly woke up.

It is half smaller than before.

The nine-headed baby didn't have time to think too much. When he saw a door in front of him, he flew out.

Saw Dugu Jianyi, Mu Qianjue and eight herons.

When the eight-headed heron saw the nine-headed baby, it slapped her in the face, "Where did the Phoenix Master go? Who are you?"

The Nine-Headed Baby hurriedly said: "I am the Nine-Headed Baby. I don't have time to explain the rest. This place is going to collapse. We need to leave quickly!"

"Where is the Phoenix Master?" the eight-headed heron asked.

"Master Feng has her own things to do. If we stay here, we will only drag her down." The Nine-headed Infant clearly remembered that Feng Qingran entered the altar. At that time, it was recovering its strength and could not follow.

By the time it regained consciousness, it could no longer find the altar.