Chapter 62 Why do you want to attack our Tianwu tribe?

As for the sudden suicide of the high priest just now, it was not that simple. It was that the last step of the blood pool was not completed. Now, using such blood would not only not improve strength, but would cause people to explode and die because of the violent energy.

But the high priest never thought that Zhou Qiong would have a secret method to search memory, which made his death a joke.

Zhou Qiong quickly formed seals with both hands according to his memory and kept hitting the blood pool. The blood pool began to become thicker and slowly stabilized.

"It's done!" Zhou Qiong slowly walked into the blood pool. He had to enjoy this good thing first.

As for the battle situation outside, Zhou Qiong knew it. Recently, the mentality of the people in the Demon Cult was very inflated. It was just right to hone their skills with the help of the Tianwu Clan. Only those who survived could follow him to conquer the world. As for the dead, haha, since ancient times, it has always been the case that one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of bones!

Zhou Qiong slowly closed his eyes and began to absorb the energy in the blood. Dabai also jumped into the blood pool at this time. Both the man and the dog were practicing hard.

An hour later, Zhou Qiong's aura began to rise continuously, from the third level of Zhenwu to the fourth level of Zhenwu, and then slowly stopped when he reached the seventh level of Zhenwu. He slowly opened his eyes. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The effect of this blood pool was even more terrible than he had imagined. His solid foundation had directly improved five small levels. Others might be able to directly break through a major realm.

And this blood actually had the effect of improving physical strength. With his current physical strength, I'm afraid that those with low cultivation would not be able to hurt him with weapons.

Open the attribute panel

Character: Zhou Qiong (Zhou Wudi)

Position: Demon Cult Leader

Cultivation: Seventh level of Zhenwu

Martial arts: Demonic God, Sky Life and Death Hand, God and Demon Eye, Third level of Devouring Heaven Demonic Art, "Demon"

Mount: Demon Dragon Flying Chariot

Pet: Demon Dog Dabai

Zhou Qiong walked out of the blood pool and glanced at Dabai who was still in the blood pool. At this time, Dabai also opened his eyes and slowly walked out.

"Don't soak again, the effect is still good!" Zhou Qiong looked at Dabai and smiled.

Dabai shook his head slowly. After soaking for such a long time, except for its fur becoming darker, it didn't seem to have a stronger aura.

Speaking of Dabai, it was obvious that his cultivation was not weaker than the Zhenwu realm, but he couldn't transform, and couldn't even speak. Last time, Zhou Qiong specially communicated with it. Finally, after Dabai's gestures, he realized that his cultivation was still too low. At least he could speak when he reached the Daluo realm.

Zhou Qiong waved his hand to collect the blood pool and walked out of the cave.

Outside, the city was sealed, and the shouting and killing inside was so loud that the bloody aura was so condensed that the people watching the excitement from a distance were trembling with fear and dared not approach.

"This demon sect is too fierce. They have less than half the number of the Heavenly Witch Clan, but they have not fallen into a disadvantage until now!"

"Yeah, are they all crazy? Aren't they afraid of death? Why are they fighting desperately?"

"I will definitely take a detour when I see people from the demon sect in the future. It's too scary!"

At this time, there were dead bodies everywhere in the sealed city, some from the demon sect and naturally from the Heavenly Witch Clan. The number of people in the demon sect has been reduced by one third, but the remaining two thirds are even more terrifying. Each of them looks like they have just crawled out of hell.

Although the Heavenly Witch Clan has amazing defense, its combat experience is indeed average. Under the desperate fighting style of the demon sect, one third of its members have also died.

Both sides are currently fighting for consumption, as if to see who has more people and can survive to the end.

While the people below were still shouting and killing, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, and a black dog stood next to it.

When the people of the Demon Cult looked up and saw the newcomer, they immediately looked happy and bowed and said, "Greetings, Master!"

The people of the Tianwu Clan looked at the newcomer with a look of worry on their faces.

Wuli looked at Zhou Qiong in the sky, and his heart quickly sank. He didn't even notice how the other party appeared, which showed that the other party's cultivation was definitely not comparable to his own.

Wuli used a face to Wushan next to him and said, "Go and see how the high priest is doing. If he is fine, we will leave immediately. Let them seal the city first, and we will take it back later!"

Wushan turned around and quickly rushed into the city lord's mansion, but before he entered the city lord's mansion, he heard Wuli's angry roar from behind.

Wushan turned around and saw Zhou Qiong in the sky, waving his hand, and an old head fell from the sky, his eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that he died with his eyes open.

The whole Tianwu Clan roared immediately.

"No, how can the high priest die!"

"No, the high priest will not die!"

"Zhou Qiong, I Wushan will tear you into pieces!"

Wushan knelt on the ground holding the head of the high priest and roared angrily, with hot tears in his eyes.

All the members of the Tianwu tribe burst into tears. No one did not know how important the high priest was to their Tianwu tribe.

At the beginning, their branch was expelled from the tribe, but the high priest who had a considerable status in the clan followed them. He did not want to be expelled because of his talent.

But he was willing to be expelled. The high priest led them to migrate continuously and find a place to live. He relied on his divination skills to lead them out of danger.

It can be said that in the past few thousand years, the high priest has completely become the spiritual pillar of the Tianwu tribe. With him, there is hope for the Tianwu tribe. His importance to the Tianwu tribe even exceeds the blood pool.

But he is dead now, killed by Zhou Qiong of the Demon Cult. It is estimated that the blood pool they planned for thousands of years was also taken away by Zhou Qiong.

Wushan looked up at Zhou Qiong and shouted angrily, "Why, my Tianwu clan is obviously peaceful, and my clan members rarely leave the city. Why do you want to attack us!"

Zhou Qiong sneered at Wushan,

"If you want a reason, I will give you one. You are too weak, but you still blocked my way, so you deserve to die!"

The people of the Tianwu clan below were so angry that they shouted, why is Zhou Qiong so domineering, why do you have to die if you block his way, is it because of his strong strength!

Wu Li looked up at Zhou Qiong, his eyes bloodshot, and roared.

"Zhou Qiong, you will pay the price for what you said, the Great Witch God of War rises"

Wu Li's body swelled up rapidly, and it stopped when it reached five feet, and his momentum also reached the tenth level of Zhenwu.

"Brother, I'm here to help you. We must avenge the high priest." Wushan shouted at the side, and his body quickly rushed towards Wuli, and he actually merged directly into him. Then Wuli's body swelled again.

"Brother, I'm here! We must avenge my high priest."

"Chief, I'm here, we must avenge my high priest."

All the people of the Tianwu clan rushed towards Wuli and merged into Wuli's body. Then Wuli's body also swelled more and more.

It seemed like a long time, but in fact, it was only a short moment from Wuli using the Great Wu's true body to the Tianwu clan merging into his body. Others did not react at all.