Text Chapter 1363: Demon Fire in the Pit! (Fourth Update!)

Thinking back on what I did after I came to Huolu Walled City, it seems that I have been led by the nose all the time.

The entire layout of the opponent is interlocking and progressive, and it is absolutely foolproof.

Although Venerable Black Moon was insidious and cunning, he would never have thought of such a scheme.

It has been heard for a long time that Han Yuantai, the master of Kunpeng, is the wise and courageous general in the Eight Parts of Ghost Qin, and Han Baling's right-hand man. This must be written by him, and he really deserves his reputation!

Kill one envoy, the imperial court can send a second, third... a hundred of them.

But the image of the Daqian Dynasty was completely shattered, and if the hearts of the people were lost, everything would be irreparable.

Ling Shoujing laughed bitterly.

That's right, he saw through all this in an instant, so what's the use of it, it's just an afterthought.

Sure enough, there was a lot of noise coming from the direction of the Huolu Walled City, and fire dragons composed of countless torches meandered towards them, all of them were chiefs, cave masters, village masters, wizards... respected figures among the hundreds of Wuman tribes.

They were originally invited by the Venerable Black Moon to watch the Bai Sheng competition three days later.

At this moment, he has become the best witness, and he can see the "unruly, despicable and shameless" activities of the Daqian Dynasty with his own eyes.

In this way, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the unprovoked sudden death of the old patriarch of the Huolu tribe.

The building is about to collapse, everything is irreversible, the despair in Ling Shoujing's heart is a hundred times stronger than that of his daughter.

Sure enough, Venerable Black Moon ignored Ling Lanyin's question at all, and just smiled kindly at her, showing his miserable white teeth, and said in an inaudible voice: "I have heard for a long time that Ziji Sword Sect is the authentic sect of Xuanmen. , a piece of "Ziji Hunyuan Miaofa" is pure and powerful, it is a first-class secret method of nourishing qi and refining soul, since Xiaoyou Ling can rush to the Jindan realm at such a young age, he will practice "Ziji Hunyuan Miaofa" to the extreme, nourishing Out of a wonderful flesh and blood?"

"I have stayed at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul stage for dozens of years, and I have devoured a lot of blood without making any progress. Now that I have a golden core body like Ling Xiaoyou, maybe I can reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage? Haha, Ha ha ha ha!"

Ling Lanyin's face turned pale.

Although she didn't fully understand what the other party meant, but as the Nascent Soul Venerable, the Venerable Black Moon released a malicious aura towards her, but she couldn't resist it at all.

Looking up and down with Venerable Black Moon's extremely evil eyes, she was like a stripped lamb that had fallen into the mouth of a jackal and was slowly being rubbed by sharp fangs.

There was a lot of people around, and countless Wuman patriarchs and wizards rushed to the Huo Wujiu camp, screaming.

At this time, the first morning glow had already burned in the sky, like sparks starting a prairie fire, and soon reddened half of the sky, illuminating everything that happened in the camp more clearly.

The appearance of the Ling family father and daughter and so many Xuanhu iron guards in the Huo Wujiu camp, as well as the broken limbs and blood flowing everywhere, are all irrefutable evidence!

"Warriors of hundreds of tribes in Wunan, look at the despicable and shameless deeds of these Central Plains people!"

Venerable Black Moon suppressed the evil spirit on his face, and when he slowly flew into the air, he was completely upright, unable to bear it, and furious.

He changed his tone filled with righteous indignation in an instant, and growled, "We clearly agreed, and we swore a blood oath in front of all the gods and demons in Shiwan Dashan that we will fight for the position of the patriarch of the Huolu tribe and put it in the 'Baisheng Da Let's fight, use the courage and bravery of both sides to decide!"

"These despicable, shameless, cowardly and cowardly Dagans did not follow the rules. Taking advantage of the dark moon and high winds, they came to attack Huo Wujiu's camp and killed countless us Wunan people!"

"They are afraid, they dare not compete with our warriors, and Yunqin's warriors in the arena, and use such shady and vicious methods!"

"If I hadn't smashed it in time, they would have killed Huo without blame!"

"Our sacred rules that have been handed down for thousands of years have been insulted by them! The dignity of all Wunan warriors has been insulted by them! The mountains and mountains of the entire Wunan land have been insulted by them!"

Every word of Venerable Black Moon was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in the ears of many Wuman monks and cave master chiefs.

Venerable Black Moon has a respected status among Wu Nan's hundreds of clans, and many wizards of the tribes are inextricably related to him, not to mention the evidence is right in front of him, so many black tiger iron guards, it may not be blameless Ren Ba carried the sedan chair and invited you over, right?

The court's methods are too despicable!

The Wuman monks who were originally on Huo Wujiu's side naturally burst into anger and screamed.

The centrists, who have been swaying with the wind and have an uncertain position, are also frowning, feeling ashamed of the shady methods of the "magnificent king teacher".

Even though they had always been leaning towards Dagan, the monk Wuman and the chief of the cave master who were on the side of Ling Shoujing and Huo Wuji would inevitably show embarrassment and waver in their positions.

Especially those Wuman monks who were drunk by Ling Shoujing and others at the banquet, now that they wake up from a hangover, there is a trace of unknown anger in their hearts.

What do you mean, to hide such a big thing as a night raid from them, and even get them all drunk, isn't it clear that you can't trust them and use them as a cover?

What's more, all those polyspars and magic weapons don't belong to them!

This, this is simply too despicable, too shameless, too hateful!

For a moment, people's hearts fluctuated to the extreme, and there were not many Wuman monks who stood by Dagan sincerely.

The corner of Venerable Black Moon's mouth twitched into a fleeting sinister smile, and he slashed down with his right arm: "Kill them all!"

Hundreds of ghost Qin cavalry above the Qi refining stage were like ice cubes that melted in the water just now, hiding in the depths of the jungle, and they couldn't hear a single sound.

At this moment, it stood out, formed dozens of arrows, rolled up a murderous aura, and rushed towards Xuanhu Tiewei.

Originally arranged outside the camp, Wuman monks who were loyal to Huo Wujiu also jumped out to show off their power and intercept the fish that slipped through the net.

Han Yuantai, the right-hand man of the ghost Qin regent, the master of the Kunpeng on the cloudy prairie, controlled the dragon wolf monster, which was stronger than a rhinoceros, faster than a cheetah, and more ferocious than a poisonous snake, and trampled directly towards Ling Shoujing.

Venerable Black Moon licked his lips, and approached Ling Lanyin with a smile!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sharp arrows of the ghost Qin people are all magic weapons, engraved with mysterious and complicated spiritual patterns, which arouse ever-changing lights and shadows in midair. As a result, it landed on the head of Xuanhu Tiewei!

"Wow!"

Ling Shoujing was directly hit by the dragon wolf and flew seven or eight meters away. The psychic shield and armor all over his body were torn apart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly. He was not Han Yuantai's enemy at all.

If it wasn't for Han Yuantai's intention to make this "Dagan Angel" look a little more embarrassed, I'm afraid this time he trampled on him, he would be crushed alive.

"call out!"

Ling Lanyin's secret orchid sword burst into a brilliant brilliance in mid-air.

"puff!"

A round of faint black air, condensed into a crescent moon shape, easily cut the orchid-shaped sword energy into two parts, and released ripples like "moon halos", swallowing the sword energy completely.

The other party has two Nascent Souls sitting in the town, but here there are only a pitiful early alchemy and a golden alchemy. This is a game without any suspense.

Ling Shoujing, Ling Lanyin and all the Black Tiger Iron Guards were desperate to the extreme, their expressions were exactly the same as those of Ziji Sword Sect's head rolling all over the ground.

"Today's matter is nothing but death!"

Ling Shoujing struggled to get up from the ground, vomited blood and yelled, "Brother Dagan, I would rather die than retreat!"

Many Xuanhu iron guards, one of whom had at least three or five sharp arrows stuck in his body, also roared: "The Ling family tiger, fight to the death and never retreat!"

A trace of panic and confusion flashed across Ling Lanyin's face, but was replaced by determination and indifference a moment later. She pointed her long sword at Venerable Black Moon, and her sword aura pierced through the rising sun that had just risen from the mountains!

Venerable Black Moon laughed, tapped lightly on the ground, his figure was as unpredictable as a crescent moon in a dark cloud, and flew towards Ling Lanyin.

Seeing that this game of lion fighting rabbit will end in an instant.

Han Yuantai, an aristocrat of ghost Qin who has always been expressionless and as deep as the sea, has a square mouth and wide-eyed Chinese character face, but it is distorted into a twisted shape.

"Be careful behind you!"

He issued a sharp warning, completely lost the composure that Nascent Soul monster should have, and was even more nervous than Ling Shoujing when he saw him appear just now.

He abandoned Ling Shoujing, who could be shocked to death with just a slight cough, and shot towards Venerable Black Moon like an arrow from the string!

At this time, Venerable Black Moon was only one step away from Ling Lanyin.

But his back is facing the center of the camp, the big pit where Huo Wujiu's tent originally stood.

This big pit was a trap prepared by Han Yuantai and Venerable Black Moon long ago. A large number of palm mines, poisonous oil, and will-o'-the-wisps were buried in it. Just now, dozens of Wuman monks who were loyal to Dagan were killed in one breath.

Using the corpses of these Wuman cultivators as fuel, the green will-o'-the-wisp flames hadn't been extinguished until now. Instead, when Venerable Black Moon jumped over the big pit and rushed towards Ling Lanyin, it suddenly became violent!

The green will-o'-the-wisp fluctuated as if it had life. There was a weird "Jie Jie Jie Jie" laugh from the depths of the will-o'-the-wisp, and it actually stretched out two flaming tentacles the size of a python, one flung at Han Yuantai fiercely, and the other Silently rolled towards Venerable Black Moon!

"Snapped!"

Han Yuantai didn't dodge or dodge, and collided with one of the tentacles violently, setting off a surge of colorful spiritual flames!

Hearing a few strange sounds of "嗤嗤嗤嗤", the master of the Kunpeng on the Youyun Grassland let out a heart-piercing scream, fell backwards, and stretched out his hands to touch his face!

It turns out that in the seemingly illusory and empty demon fire, there are actually long needles several times thinner than a hair!

Han Yuantai originally thought that the opponent was attacking with pure spiritual energy, and he was not afraid to fight the opponent head-on because of his strong spiritual energy.

Unexpectedly, this weird existence hiding in the pit of the demon fire is so despicable, playing a trick of "hidden needles in the cotton"!

And this long needle is made with unknown materials and techniques, it is as thin as a wolf's hair, weak and boneless, even with his Nascent Soul-level perception, it can't even be detected!

But it was so hard that it easily pierced through his spiritual shield and penetrated deeply between his mouth and nose!

The long needles with wolf hairs contained strange supernatural powers, and after piercing his face, they even arched and arched, like maggots attached to the bones, and burrowed straight into his head!

"What kind of black magic is this!"

Han Yuantai was terrified, he retreated as if he had seen a ghost, he used all his kung fu to force out the long needle, how could he care about Venerable Black Moon?

Venerable Black Moon is only at the initial stage of Yuanying stage, and his strength is inferior to Han Yuantai. What's more, the will-o'-the-wisp tentacles are mainly aimed at him. The ten poisonous needles "嗤嗤嗤嗤" all pierced into his blood, and swam along the blood to the whole body!

"ah!"

Venerable Black Moon only felt that the blood vessels in his whole body were suffering from pain like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, and the movement of spiritual energy was completely blocked!

"Shua!"

Under the watchful eyes of all Wuman monks, Xuanhu iron guards, and ghost Qin iron cavalry, they saw Venerable Black Moon being yanked violently by the tentacles of the will-o'-the-wisp. In the bottomless pit! ——

My wife had surgery yesterday, so there are only two shifts.

Restore the fourth watch today, help her save some character, ho ho! (To be continued.)