Chapter 5023

Wu Gonggong, the ancestor of water, spoke first: "The time flow in the Gray Realm is thousands of times faster than that in the Real Immortal Realm. If the Son of Dao really has the ability to come out of the Gray Realm that day, it will be after the Great War."

"Without such a variable affecting cause and effect, we have a chance to save the witch clan."

"It's not too late. We should quickly set up the Twelve Capitals Gods and Demons formation. Do you have any objections?"

Gong Gong asked about other ancestor witches.

"Just do it!"

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

"Success or failure depends on one action. I hope to change the ending in the scriptures."

The twelve ancestor witches all agreed.

Nuwa also nodded, and said seriously: "The egg of Zulong will be used as the eye of the Twelve Capitals gods and demon formation, and provide energy for the ancestors to gather Pangu's real body."

If Shen Lang was present and heard these words of conversation, he would definitely be surprised.

He probably never imagined in his dreams that the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Nuwa would actually sell him.

Just when the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Nu Wa in the temple were still discussing how to crusade against the demon clan.

Shen Lang has entered the gray world.

...

Gray world.

An unknown forest.

The forest is surrounded by miasma and mist, and the vegetation is low.

Completely different from the real fairy world, the grass and trees in the gray world are in the shape of white jade.

The sky is gray and the earth is also gray-white. With the white jade-colored trees and flowers, it gives people a unique morbid aesthetic feeling.

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

Flames were everywhere in the plain, and thick smoke billowed.

"kill!"

A large number of shouts and shouts spread from all over the plain, and the sky was full of supernatural attacks, explosions and shocks, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

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

On closer inspection, there seem to be two camps.

One camp is the monster race, and the other camp looks like a human race but is not a human race.

Those monks who are suspected of being "human race" actually have no physical body, and only appear in the form of ghost shadows.

This is not the case of a single monk, but all monks are in this form, which is really weird.

The total number of monks in the two camps is hundreds of thousands, and it seems that there is not much difference.

Although those "human" monks who only keep their souls have an advantage in supernatural powers, their soul bodies are too fragile. Once they are hit by several attacks from demon cultivators, their soul bodies will often be destroyed directly.

And those demon cultivators turned into bodies one by one, with strong bodies, even if they were knocked down by one or two magical powers, most of them could stand up again and attack again.

Soon, the monster clan gained the upper hand, forcing those human monks who only had souls to retreat continuously, retreating into the forest.

At the same time, in an open-air square in the middle of the forest, the phantoms of the souls of thousands of human monks knelt and prostrated 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 high, and it depicts 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 whose soul and body glowed with a strong white light threw himself on the ground and prayed to the statue:

"God Zixiao, please listen to the loyal call of the soul clan, come here, and destroy this group of monster clan!"

The voice fell.

The souls of all those human monks kneeling on the ground released their soul power one after another, turning into wisps of white light and pouring into the statue.

at this time.

"kill!"

In the depths of the forest came the sound of the monster clan's charge.

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

The soul monks were crushed and defeated, unable to resist the attack of the demon cultivators at all.

Seeing that the monster race is about to attack the square.

The old man whose soul was glowing with a strong white light soared into the air, raised his palms high, and shouted like a piercing gold cracking stone: "Five Thunder Heavenly Heart is Fa-rectifying!"

As soon as the roar fell, an overwhelming five-color thunder shot out from the palm of the old man, carrying an incomparably overbearing destructive power, and blasted towards the monster clan rushing into the square.

"Boom!!!"

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