The ancestor of the water, Gonggong, spoke first: "The time flow rate of the gray realm is thousands of times that of the true immortal realm. If the son of the Heavenly Dao really has the ability to come out of the gray realm, it will be after the war."

"Without such a variable that affects cause and effect, we have the opportunity to save the witch clan."

"Without any time, we should quickly arrange the Twelve Dutian God Evil Array. You have no objection, right?"

Gonggong asked about other ancestor witches.

"Just do it like this!"

"At this point, we have no other choice."

"Success or failure is here, and I hope it can change the ending in the sacred book."

The twelve ancestor witches all agreed.

Nuwa also nodded and said seriously: "This divine egg of the Ancestral Dragon will be the eye of the twelve capitals' god evil formation, and will provide energy for the ancestors to condense Pangu's true body."

If Shen Lang was present and heard these conversations, he would be shocked.

I guess he would never have imagined that the twelve ancestor witches and Nuwa would actually sell him.

Just as the twelve ancestor witches and Nuwa in the temple were still discussing how to attack the demon clan.

Shen Lang has entered the gray world.

...

Gray Realm.

An unknown forest.

The forest is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the grass and trees are low.

It is completely different from the True Immortal Realm, the grass and trees in the Gray Realm are in the shape of white jade.

The sky is gray and the earth is gray and white. It is paired with white jade trees, flowers and plants, giving people a unique and pathological beauty.

In the depths of this forest, there is a wide plain of tens of thousands of miles in a radius.

Fires were everywhere in the plains and thick smoke rolled.

"kill!"

A large number of rushing shouts spread from all over the plains, and the attacks of magical powers exploded and collided, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

In the middle of the plain, hundreds of thousands of monks were fighting.

Looking closely, it seems to be divided into two camps.

One camp is a demon clan, the other camp looks like a human clan but not a human clan.

Those monks who were suspected of "human race" had no physical body and only appeared in the form of a phantom of souls.

This is not like this for a single monk, but all monks are in this form, which is really weird.

The number of monks in the two camps combined is hundreds of thousands, and it seems that the gap is not big.

Although those "human" monks who only retain their souls have the advantage in magical powers, their soul bodies are too fragile. Once they are hit by several attacks by the demon cultivator, their soul bodies will often collapse directly.

And those demon cultivators transformed into their bodies one by one, with strong physical bodies. Even if they were knocked down by one or two magical powers, most of them could stand up again and launch another attack.

Soon, the demon clan gained the upper hand, forcing the human monks with only souls to retreat and retreat into the forest.

At the same time, in an open-air square in the middle of the forest, the soul phantoms of thousands of human monks knelt down and crawled in front of a huge statue, singing ancient songs in their mouths, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

The statue is about a hundred feet tall and carved with a young monk wearing a purple robe and carrying a long sword. He is handsome and heroic.

In front of the statue, an old man with a strong white light in his soul protruded himself to pray to the statue:

"The god above Zixiao, please listen to the loyal summons of the soul clan, come here, and destroy this group of demon clans!"

As soon as the words fell.

All the human monks who fell to the ground shared their soul power and turned into wisps of white light and poured into the statue.

Just then.

"kill!"

The sound of the demon clan's rushing came from the depths of the forest.

The group of demon monks had already entered the forest and headed straight to the square in the middle of the forest.

The soul cultivators were killed and were defeated and could not resist the attack of the demon cultivator.

The demon clan was about to attack the square.

The old man with a strong white light in his soul rose into the air, raised his palms high, and shouted loudly like a golden cracked stone in his mouth: "The Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Dharma!"

As soon as the roar fell, the old man's palm burst into five-colored thunder, carrying the overwhelming destructive power, rushed towards the demon clan who rushed into the square.

"Boom!!!"

The terrifying Five Elements Thunder hit a large number of demon cultivators, bursting out with amazing power, instantly killing more than a thousand demon cultivators who rushed to the front.

But the two demon cultivators who led this group of demon clans were not vegetarians either.

A giant black tiger and a silver dragon rushed out of the forest one after another, each using its magical powers to resist the attack of the Five Elements Thunder.

"The old thing from the Soul Clan will die!"

The silver dragon opened its mouth and spit out a silver column of light with a loud noise, attacking the old man of the soul clan.

Although the old man resisted most of the power of the silver light column, in order to save the lives of the people around him, he had to stand up and was eventually hit by a large piece of silver light and was seriously injured.

"Class leader!"

Seeing this, the Soul Clan people around the square were shocked.

"It's okay, you guys quickly activate the defensive formation!"

The old man suppressed his injuries and shouted to everyone.

"yes!"

Soon, a white light curtain rose around the square, turning into a barrier to block the demon cultivator.

The soul monks who fled from the forest rushed into the barrier one after another.

But this is just a drop in the bucket. The demon monks are madly attacking the defensive formation in the square.

The white light barrier quickly became bright and dark, obviously it could not last long.

"Class leader, what should I do now?" The soul monk asked the old man anxiously.

The old man had no choice but to kneel down in front of the statue in the middle of the square and prayed: "The God of Zixiao, I beg you to bring down your magical powers, kill these demon clans, and save your people..."

Two demon leaders were already surrounded outside the formation.

Seeing that the old man from the Soul Clan was still holding a Buddha's feet for a moment, Yinlong couldn't help but laugh and said, "Old guy, you are so stupid. What era is it? I thought Zixiao Palace could protect you?"

The black giant tiger beside him also spoke in contempt: "To this day, the guys in Zixiao Palace may have died long ago. You still hope that they can save you, it's so ridiculous!"

The old man clenched his teeth, and he wanted to refute it, but he could not.

Since hundreds of years ago, Zixiao Palace has cut off contact with the Soul Clan.

This time, the old man has given many soul powers from his tribesmen and tried to summon the Supreme God of Zixiao Palace, but there was no response at all.

"Zixiao God, have you really abandoned us?"

The old man struggled and shouted, and his face was already showing despair.

Just then.

"Boom boom boom!"

A violent roar suddenly sounded over the forest.

A gray space vortex suddenly appeared above the sky, with strong winds blowing, and the trees in the forest were blown to the point of falling.

The sudden sign of heaven alarmed everyone.

"This is……"
Chapter completed!