Xing Tian stopped yelling in vain and asked Duke in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you among the demons in the past?"

Xing Tian judged that Duke's ability was at least at the level of a demon god. Even if he was not as good as Jinwu and Kunpeng, he was definitely much stronger than the average demon saint and should not be unknown.

"Xiao Xing, it's been such a short time since we last met, and you don't recognize me? When you were wearing open-crotch pants, I flicked your little... Oh, you really don't recognize me!" Duke laughed as he spoke. He shook his somewhat schizophrenic head, raised his hand and a beam of white light flashed out, directly cutting Xing Tian's head open.

The Great Wizard's body was extremely strong, and his self-healing ability was also extremely powerful. His head was just split open, and he recovered in the blink of an eye. Xing Tian didn't care about this injury at all, but his face was extremely pale. Twelve drops of his blood were stolen, and his aura dropped several levels in a row.

"You monster is looking for death!" Xing Tian was furious, his eyes were red as if flames were burning in them.

It's no wonder that he was so angry. The Wu Clan does not cultivate their souls, and all their abilities are in their bodies. Their essence and blood are different from ordinary blood. It contains their most original blood power, which is the power left by Pangu.

Pangu's body turned into all things, and twelve drops of essence and blood flowed out, turning into the twelve ancestor witches. One drop of essence and blood created a powerful being, which shows how important essence and blood are to the witch clan.

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"It's actually the famous Novice Village world. Wow, I'm so lucky. Although the military power value of this world is low, what it lacks the most is evil spirit."

Duke also knew that the blood of the witches was extremely precious. Once it was lost, no matter how much pig liver and red dates you ate, it would not be able to replenish it. So, as soon as he took out Xingtian's blood, he waved out the five-colored divine light to block Xingtian's loud voice of pain and anger.

The blood essence in Xing Tian's head is not as good as Pangu's. After being diluted level by level, it is much inferior to the blood essence in the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. But to him, every drop of blood essence is a treasure that connects life and death. Once lost, it can never be regained.

Twelve drops of blood were spilled out, and they were aligned with the twelve flagpoles. The blood merged into the flagpoles, and instantly a faint red glow bloomed. Wisps of black air emanated from the surface of the flags, like mist or smoke, and the figures became blurred.

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Attack and defense in one, perfect! Of course, Duke also knew that this was impossible. The above scenario only existed in his imagination. He was not greedy, so he could accept a simplification. He needed thirty or fifty Dinghai Shenzhu, a stack of Hunyuan Jindou, replaced the spear in his hand with the God-killing Spear, and a dozen Six Soul Banners. For defense... he could barely make do with the River Map and Luoshu.

Although Duke has traveled through time for many years, he still has an impression of Mr. Zombie's world. The protagonist of this world, Uncle Nine, is as famous as the other two big guys, Ip Man and Huang Feihong. He is a must-have mentor for travelers to start their careers. He has low risk and high returns, and can also be related to the plot.

Thunder was stirring above the wilderness, and a destructive aura was hovering in the sky, growing stronger and stronger. When a strange treasure was born, it would be baptized by thunder, but these twelve formation flags were different. God felt that they should not exist, and sent down thunder to destroy them.

Duke, speaking foul language, walked through the passage opened by the Haotian Mirror, and in front of him was a small town. It was very dark at this time, and Duke's eagle eyes swept over it, thinking it was strange. Judging from the way people were dressed, this world should be the Republic of China period. The patrolmen at the night market were still carrying Hanyang-made guns.

Before the formation was completed, there were continuous roars, coupled with the continuous black mist, the ominous aura made people shudder. This formation looked extremely evil, but it was also reasonable. Pangu's soul was divided into three parts. When it met the pure air, it turned into the Three Pure Ones. When it met the turbid air, it turned into the Ancestral Witch. It was originally a collection of evil spirits. How could it look good?

"I accept the blow to my head. Only those who endure hardships can become superior people... Well, actually, being a subordinate is also good. As a human being, you should unlock more postures..."

"What kind of world is this? Is this the Dharma Ending Age..." Duke raised his eyebrows, turned around and was about to leave with the Haotian Mirror, when suddenly he heard a roar like that of a wild beast, and then the town became 'lively'.

Duke raised his eyebrows, intending to use the five-colored divine light to brush away the thunderclouds in the sky, but if he really did that, the mess would be even bigger. Seeing that the thunder had enough power and could strike at any time, Duke sneered and flipped his hand to swing it down heavily.

After a night, Duke set out on his journey again with the well-fed battle flag: "War is fought for resources, it's absolutely true. If we come to a few more worlds like this, the battle flag will be complete, and we can save thousands of years."

Boom! !

Boom————

Boom! !

Duke felt that his idea was likely to come true. He already had the Haotian Mirror, and other spiritual treasures would not be far behind. He could never be sure that a scroll of the Mountain and River State Map would fall from the sky one day...

Finally, the formation flag was refined, and a huge figure raised his arms and roared silently. The figure flashed and disappeared, and the thunder in the sky reached a white-hot stage.

Duke raised his hand and waved out twelve small black flagpoles. The flagpoles were made of bones and it was unknown what the flags were made of. They seemed to be brocade, but more like the skin of some creature. Red lines flowed on the black faces, revealing a figure waving his arms towards the sky.

The twelve flagpoles were made by Duke in the early years, but they were never put to use because he could not find a great witch with pure enough blood. Now that he has obtained Xingtian's blood, it is time to restore the glory of the witch clan.

"Oh my god, Master Ren hasn't turned into a zombie again!"

Duke silently put down the Haotian Mirror, leaped high into the sky, waved his hand and scattered twelve formation flags, and began to absorb the evil spirit of this world.

The scene changed again, and Duke was standing in a bustling high-rise building, and it was still night. He was standing on the top of a building, and he could see the crisscrossing traffic network and the lights dotted like stars.

Refining the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was difficult for others, but it was easy for Duke. After Hou Tu resigned, he took over one of the twelve positions, and the formation and spells were all clear in his mind. Moreover, what he was refining at the moment was just a simplified version, so the difficulty was even lower.

A quarter of an hour later, the thunderclouds dispersed, and Xing Tian's smoking head fell from the sky.

Xing Tian was still cursing at first, but soon his eyes became horrified, and sweat broke out on his forehead as he looked at Duke's back.

He no longer wanted the Luobao Money and Gold. As he possessed the Five-Colored Divine Light, he no longer cared about the Luobao Money and Gold that could bring him wealth and power.

"Oh no, oh no, Master Ren has turned into a zombie!!"

Duke felt that the mirror was very easy to use. Some thoughts about the time when he first came to the world of Journey to the West came to his mind again. In his left hand was the Tai Chi diagram, in his right hand was the Pangu Banner, his left foot was stepping on the 12-grade Merit Golden Lotus, his right foot was stepping on the 12-grade Destruction Black Lotus, he had the Chaos Bell on his head, the Zhuxian Sword Formation Diagram on his waist, and the Heaven and Earth Five Directions Flag on his back... Oh, by the way, he also had to hang a Qiankun Ding on his neck, and sit on the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda under his butt.

Xingtian's head flew up to the sky. Perhaps he hadn't reacted yet, and his face was confused as he flew out.

Xing Tian opened his mouth and blew out a puff of black smoke. He didn't care about his headache and looked at Duke. He had a lot of questions that needed to be answered. But when he looked up, Duke was nowhere to be seen. Xing Tian: "..."

The formation flag absorbed the evil spirit at an incredibly fast speed, swallowing up endless evil spirit into the flag like a whale. The most intuitive manifestation was the town below.

Twelve formation flags were refined. Although they were rough prototypes and still needed to be nurtured by evil spirits, Duke didn't want to waste any more time talking to Xing Tian, ​​so he used the Haotian Mirror again to travel through the three thousand worlds.

The lightning column gradually became thicker, with a diameter of hundreds of meters, and its color was also reversed. There were also strong winds and flames, but they were all blocked by Duke who controlled Xing Tian's head.

I have to say that innate spiritual treasures are really good things. Duke has the Five-Colored Divine Light and is not afraid of these spiritual treasures, but the Five-Colored Divine Light is not omnipotent. The spiritual treasures have all kinds of incredible abilities, and the Five-Colored Divine Light cannot be brought into play even if it is trained to the maximum level.

"Where is this place?"

In the distance, a woman in a white miniskirt was catching ghosts. The woman was beautiful and had a pair of long, straight legs. She was the type that Duke was more optimistic about.

"The 41st generation descendant of the Ma family is here, why don't you surrender immediately!"

Duke was silent for a while, then he scattered twelve battle flags and began to devour the evil spirits between heaven and earth. "This is really weird! I, the great Duke, have roamed the heavens and the myriad worlds, but I can't believe I have such good luck... I'm a little embarrassed!"

(End of this chapter)