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With such a plan in his mind, Wu Hao was even more stroked in the battle.

Of course, the movement on the top of the sacred tree also attracted a large part of the power of the Jiuli Clan, and now the pressure on the Jiugong Formation is much less.

Jiuli also knows that Jumang’s totem is the core of the attack, so they just keep the pressure on the Jiugong formation and prevent them from easily returning to aid. Most of their power is transferred to the treetop platform. .

Under such circumstances, even Wu Hao can easily handle it.

Wu Hao is relaxed here, but the treetop platform where the Jumang clan is facing tremendous pressure, the eight generations of Jumang's road to break through is almost difficult.

Fortunately, he discovered that there were some faint contradictions between the Huaxian clan and the Jiuli clan, so he ingeniously provoked a bit, causing their offensive to be suspended.

It is a pity that the action of pulling up the totem still stimulated the people on both sides, making their attack urgent again.

All Jumangs on the platform did their best to buy time for the eighth generation Jumang to launch key witchcraft.

As long as the tribesmen can hold the time for a stick of incense, the eight generations of Jumang can use the power of totem to open the collective wood escape, and send the tribesmen who are still fighting on the platform to the outskirts of the tribe.

At that time they will be able to leave the battlefield together, I believe that in the jungle, the Jiuli family will never be able to catch up with them.

As for the Jiugong Formation below, the eight generations believed that it would not be a problem for them to hold on for a while. After the exhaustion period after the collective wooden escape was passed, he would naturally be able to come back and take them away.

"Reckless!"

When the eight generations of Jumang was preparing his collective wood escape technique, a loud shout suddenly came from under the sacred tree of Dachun.

The sound was too loud, as if it shook the whole Jumang clan, and attracted the attention of Wu Hao who was paddling.

But it was Jiang Ren, the leader of the Jiuli clan, who forcibly got rid of the restrictions of the winding witchcraft left by the eighth generation of Jumang.

Jiang Ren, who was already an old opponent with Jumang, quickly understood the eight generations of Jumang's plan. However, according to the current situation, it is too late to stop the collective Mu Escape of the eight generations of Jumang if one has to climb up one after another to the top of the sacred tree.

Because the eight generations have been launched for a while, maybe it will be completed in the next moment...

After all, Jiang Ren was only good at forward advances, and had no idea about flexible witchcraft like Mu Dun.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren widened his eyes and shouted again.

"Moo!"

Along with this shout, a huge black cow phantom appeared behind him, the phantom was about six feet high and extremely powerful.

Soon, the black cow phantom and Jiang Ren merged together, and a huge black cow measuring five or six feet high appeared under the sacred tree of Dachun.

This black cow has its feet on the flames, its hair stands upright like iron thorns, and its muscles are knotted like a rock.

The black cow silently glanced at the top of the sacred tree, and then began to go backwards and backwards...

After retreating for a long distance, the black cow suddenly accelerated, carrying a stream of flames all the way, and rushed in the direction of the great tree sacred tree.

In just an instant, it rushed to the Dachun sacred tree.

The big sacred tree in front of the mountain was like a mountain, and the black cow didn't evade, aiming at the center of the sacred tree and smashing it.

boom!

It exploded like a mountain.

The sacred tree groaned and the earth shook.

The entire Dachun sacred tree was hit and tilted, and the two sides fighting on the sacred tree platform had to stop.

Because the tree-top platform has turned into a slide due to the tilt of the sacred tree, the two camps in the battle have become ground gourds.

Even the eight generations of Jumang, who was performing witchcraft, was interrupted. He got up from the ground with an ugly expression, glanced down, and muttered to himself: "That's the way it is. Unexpectedly, Jiang Ren is not only nine The leader of the Li family is still the contractor who inherits the companion spirit. Just now he did not give his full strength..."

The black cow that Jiang Ren turned into was also uncomfortable after this one. He seemed to underestimate the hardness of the Dachun sacred tree.

After hitting this, he felt a little groggy in his head, a little indistinguishable from east to west, and a little fluttering under his feet.

The big tree sacred tree that had leaned a bit quickly recovered and recovered, but Jiang Ren didn't have the courage to hit it a second time.

However, in this way, to interfere with Jumang's witchcraft, and to catch up with the time he was delayed when he was entangled and controlled, Jiang Ren's goal had been achieved.

In the next moment, the huge black bull stepped onto the big sacred tree like a flat ground, and charged towards the top platform of the tree with the flames all the way.

The black cow was silent, but its hoof sound resounded like a drum to the Jumang clan.

The sound of hoofs, like a dense drum, stopped shortly afterwards, and it had already reached the treetop platform.

The platform resumed its previous situation. The Jumang clan guarded the totem position desperately, and protected the eight generations of Jumang to perform super large-scale wooden escape.

However, Jiang Ren won't give them time anymore, he ran into it without any nonsense.

Jumang's line of defense can't be harder than Dachun Shenshu!

Black Bull Charge!

The giant war trees vainly trying to stand in front of him are like praying mantises in front of a galloping chariot.

Jiang Ren rushed and quickly reached the eighth generation Jumang who started the witchcraft.

Although he was still surrounded by a circle of witchcraft shields made of leaves, under the unparalleled impact of the black bull, Jumang eight generations did not receive any preferential treatment, and flew out with the tribe.

The brute force impact of the black bull is nothing more than the damage to Jumang, and its more important role is to interrupt the witchcraft and destroy the formation.

Ju Mang, who had been ploughed all over by him, could no longer maintain the previous formation, and was driven straight in by the Jiuli's war witch leader and massacred.

The situation of Jumang clan deteriorated sharply. One after another, the clansmen desperately used the technique of tree transformation, but they still couldn't resist the war witches of the Jiuli clan.

Especially the black bull that Jiang Ren transformed into, it ran rampant on the platform of the sacred tree, and there was no enemy of one.

Hei Niu didn't pay attention to Jumang's remnant soldiers, but fixed his gaze on Jumang eighth generation and kept attacking him.

At the same time, the patriarch and the great elder of the Huaxian clan also followed the eight generations of Jumang and the totem in his hand. They kept performing spirit witchcraft, interfering with and restricting him, and preventing Yashiro Mudan from escaping.

Seeing the people of the tribe die under the butcher knife, Jumang's eyes on the eighth generation were sad and gradually became blood red.

He looked around and exchanged his gazes with the other great witches who were still fighting, and there was a touch of determination in his eyes.

The black cow came with a mountain-like momentum and was close at hand.

Eight generations of Jumang looked at it without changing his face, suddenly a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Do you think the winning ticket is in your hands..."

He shook it with all his strength, and the totem around him was thrown down the big tree sacred tree in the Huaxian clan's unbelievable gaze.

At the same time, his voice resounded throughout the clan.

"A, from today, you will be the nine generations of Jumang."

"Take the tribe and live..."

Before his words fell, the black bull had already arrived in front of him, and the huge bull's hoof was trampled down like a hammer.

However, Jumang's body in the eighth generation melted like a candle before the hooves stepped on it.

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After they melted, they merged into the big tree sacred tree like a stream of water.

The sudden and weird situation stopped the black bull's movements.

It changed rapidly, revealing the true body of Jiuli leader Jiang Ren.

As soon as Jiang Ren appeared, he urgently issued orders to the tribe.

"withdraw!"

It was too late, because in the Dachun sacred tree, the voice belonging to the eight generations of Jumang almost sounded with him.

"Forbidden Dachun Wood Prison!"

As the sound appeared, the great tree sacred tree began to vibrate crazily, and countless branches and leaves on the tree crown grew wildly, and soon the entire tree top platform was completely covered.

Jiuli wanted to cut a way out, but every time a branch was cut, countless branches would re-enclose it, seemingly endless.

The way to leave the Dachun sacred tree was blocked.

This is just the beginning. The great tree swayed constantly, and the branches harder than iron stone kept beating against the Jiuli and Huaxian who were trapped on the top of the tree.

Like a giant, slapping mosquitoes on his body.

That's not even counted, the vines are also growing under their feet, entangled like spirit snakes, constantly restricting their range of action.

On the original platform, rows of wooden thorns appeared from time to time, squeezing their space for activity.

If it is entangled by trees and vines, and then brought up by branches or thorns, even the war witch of the Jiuli clan may not be able to resist it, let alone the Huaxian clan.

In an instant, the situation of the two races took a turn for the worse.

They are like travellers who have encountered a storm in the sea, and they feel the mighty power that comes from the world.

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