Chapter 1364 The Ancestor Returns!
"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"
In the big pit of the demon fire, there was an evil voice suddenly, which made people have a headache.
It is not only like the grinning laughter of thousands of demons from the depths of the Nine Netherworld, but also like countless insects gathered together twisting and wriggling!
No matter the Wuman monks, ghost Qin cavalrymen or Xuanhu iron guards, they all felt their eardrums torn, their hearts tightened, and they felt like vomiting!
Even with all the spiritual energy in his body to resist, he couldn't suppress the shock and fear in his heart!
The green will-o'-the-wisp in the huge pit seemed to have been doused with a ladle of hot oil, and with a sound of "teng", it suddenly jumped to a height of tens of feet, like a ferocious tree of fire with teeth and claws.
Countless sparks scattered flowers like a celestial girl, shooting towards the audience around them, like real flames of samadhi, they grow in the wind, fluttering and wreaking havoc, making the scene chaotic, everyone screamed and ran away crying!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
From the depths of the pit, Venerable Black Moon's heart-piercing screams could be heard, as if he was enduring the cruelest torture in the world.
All the Wuman monks looked at each other in dismay, terrified, and needed to consume all their spiritual energy to keep their legs from trembling.
It was the first time for them to hear Venerable Black Moon, the number one master of Wu Nan Wu Road, utter such a shrill scream.
Accompanied by Venerable Black Moon's screams, there were waves of strange laughter higher than the waves, sharp and sharp, as if the voice came from the depths of the rust and the cracks in the rock formations: "Yan Wenlong, look clearly! Who am I, our decades-old accounts can finally be settled!"
Yan Wenlong is Venerable Black Moon's real name.
Ever since he became the Nascent Soul monster who commanded dozens of Dong villages and shook Wunan Fifth Road, very few people dared to call him by his name.
Not even the word "Venerable Black Moon" is something ordinary witches would dare to utter.
Most of the wizards, when they saw him, would prostrate themselves on the ground and call out "Old Ancestor" respectfully!
But now, this "Old Ancestor" has come to a tragic end under the watchful eyes of everyone!
Quite a number of wrinkled, old and elderly Wuman monks faintly felt that this strange sound was familiar.
It's not the tone, but the evil, rampant, murderous smell contained in the tone!
They all frowned and recalled carefully.
Suddenly, one of the old witches trembled all over, his face turned green, and he let out a strange cry of "uh uh uh uh" from the depths of his throat. He was frightened out of his wits!
Venerable Black Moon had no power to fight back under the ravages of that mysterious figure.
Even the high-pitched and tragic cry at the beginning turned into intermittent groans after a while.
When the groaning was at its weakest, he suddenly heard hundreds of "click, click", condensed together, as if all the bones in Venerable Black Moon's body were broken and crushed in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, the demon fire "hooed", and it became brighter again, and a stream of plasma spewed up from the depths of the pit, and was completely burned by the demon fire.
There were only a few bones and half a skull left, but they disappeared in an instant!
"call out!"
The green will-o'-the-wisps instantly retracted into the big pit, and half of the sparks were no longer seen.
The green mist in the big pit was churning, and gradually surged out, like a vast lake, as if it was going to fight against the morning glow.
A radius of hundreds of meters was shrouded in green mist.
The green mist seemed to be condensed by countless monsters, possessing evil life, making a "hissing" sound to the surroundings, stretching out tentacles from time to time, trying to drag the surrounding monks into the mist.
Even the Wuman monks who grew up in the smoky land of Wunan since childhood, who are good at heresy and witchcraft, have never seen such a strange scene.
Not to mention the Xuanhu Iron Guard and Ghost Qin Knights from the Central Plains and the North!
Sensing the powerful and unparalleled psychic coercion coming from the depths of the green mist, it seemed as if a giant beast was breaking out of its cocoon. All the cultivators felt parched, trembling with both hands, at a loss!
In the middle of the green mist, the waves rolled, gradually protruding into a human-sized mist cluster.
The fog hissed and spread out in all directions. The mysterious figure who had just suppressed Venerable Black Moon finally showed his true form!
At first glance, this person is not tall, a little thin, and his face is as immature as a teenager.
But the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, those black eyes that were as deep as the sea, flickering fiercely from time to time, and his slightly pursed lips, like two guillotines, made it impossible to understand his real age.
He was wearing a large green robe that seemed to be condensed by will-o'-the-wisps, and his black hair like a waterfall was casually scattered behind his head. From time to time, under the support of the will-o'-the-wisps, he would rise up without wind and dance wildly!
He floated in mid-air, with his hands on his back, and unscrupulously released a powerful aura. Waves of waves tore through the air, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, and spreading around in a circular shape.
Just turning an old Nascent Soul monster into pus, and then extinguishing the pus, seemed like a trivial matter to him.
At this moment, facing hundreds of monks including a Nascent Soul and several alchemists, he didn't take it seriously.
The extremely indifferent eyes swept randomly, as if all the chickens and dogs lying on the ground.
Every monk caught by his gaze felt that he was lying under a guillotine, and let the king punish him!
Quite a few Wuman monks bravely took a peek, only to see that there was a small green birthmark in the center of this person's eyebrows, like a small green dot, but under the agitation of psychic energy, it was like a drop on the rice paper Like ink, he slowly fainted, gradually occupying the upper half of his face, forming the shape of a big blue eagle!
This big cyan vulture, flapping its wings and about to fly, occupies the upper half of his face, and it seems to put a mask on him, making this person even more treacherous, unpredictable and elusive!
This extremely strange appearance made the Wuman monks' hearts tremble, and they all thought of a name that had disappeared for decades, but was still frightening and could not sleep at night!
"Spirit, spirit, vulture..."
Before they could call out this person's name, this person was already bursting into laughter, his green robe trembled, and he really looked like a hungry vulture, pounced on another Yuanying Han Yuantai present!
Just as Han Yuantai pulled out the extremely mysterious poisonous needle on his face, he felt a force of spiritual power stronger than himself coming to his face, and he was extremely horrified in his heart!
He is indeed one of the top masters on the Youyun Prairie. With a low growl, he did not retreat but advanced. He held a strange weapon inlaid with dozens of wolf teeth, which looked like a war knife and a saw. The spiritual flames around him condensed into a giant wolf with wings on its back in mid-air!
"Awwhhh!"
The giant wolf formed by the condensed spirit flames was as delicate as a living thing, with its wings fluttering, it rushed towards the mysterious strange man.
"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"
The green mist wrapped around the weirdo let out a toothache and earache scream again, seven or eight skinny ghost hands suddenly appeared in the green mist, half of them grabbed the giant wolf, and the other half attacked Han Yuantai!
"This trick again!"
Han Yuantai was startled and angry, and this time he finally sensed that in the ghost claws formed by the condensed will-o'-the-wisps, there were hundreds of poisonous needles as thin as wolf hairs, weak and boneless, which sneaked in with the wind!
"What kind of magic weapon is this? It's so sinister and vicious!"
Although he can see through the opponent's supernatural powers, the poisonous needle hidden in the will-o'-the-wisp combines spiritual energy attacks and magic weapon attacks into one, which is ever-changing and extremely difficult to deal with!
Han Yuantai groaned secretly in his heart, he could only barely use his 120,000 energy to distinguish the poisonous needles hidden in the will-o'-the-wisp one by one, and he must not miss half of them!
at this time
There was a sudden warning sign in his heart, and there was a crackling sound of bones all over his body, and he abruptly took half a step to the left.
The Spike Saber in his hand broke into two without a sound, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no defect at all!
But it was a silk thread of mica that was ten times thinner than a poisonous needle, invisible, invisible, and extremely sharp, floating in front of him!
If it wasn't for his quick response, what the mica thread cut just now wasn't the Spike Saber, but his wrist!
Until now, he has jumped up and down, extremely embarrassed, but the other party is smiling, with his hands on his back, attacking purely with spiritual energy, with ease!
"Hey, where did this monster come from? There is such a vicious treasure!"
Han Yuantai wanted to cry but had no tears, he roared in his heart.
Youyun Guiqin, who is not afraid of death, sees the general trapped, and immediately screams and mobilizes dragons and wolves to attack him!
The green-robed weirdo snorted coldly, shook his long sleeves, and dozens of shiny skulls flew out from the sleeves, spinning around in a "drip-like" manner.
These skulls are carved out of metal and spar. They are ingenious and lifelike. Inside the hollow eye sockets and jaws, there are green ghostly fires burning. , All exploded, turning into thousands of green fire skeletons, igniting a ghostly fire wall, separating them from the general.
Sensing the strange spiritual energy contained in the wall of fire, even though many ghost Qin knights still wanted to fly up, the dragons and wolves under their crotches all neighed and howled, then collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, trembling endlessly, Totally overwhelmed!
When the ghost Qin knight who fell on the ground got up hurriedly, and looked through the ghost fire skeleton, they saw a picture that they couldn't believe no matter what!
In their minds, the invincible master of the Kunpeng, the mid-level master of the Nascent Soul stage, and the hero of the Northland, Han Yuantai, who has traversed the Youyun Prairie for decades, is tightly bound by a huge shackle like a vulture's skeleton. .
The two wings of "Vulture" pierced deeply under his ribs, and the "claws" tightly grasped his lute bone. The thin and long neck full of jagged teeth was also entangled with Han Yuantai's neck !
Han Yuantai was tightly locked by this strange-shaped shackle, unable to move, the expressions on his face were really colorful and wonderful!
The green-robed eccentric spread his fingers apart, clasped Han Yuantai's head like an eagle catching a chicken, and gently lifted him up. No waves could be seen in his deep black eyes, and he glanced lightly at the ghost Qin knight.
In a breath, the dust settled, two Nascent Souls, one died horribly, the other lived in a state of embarrassment!
Seeing this scene, all the Wuman monks around woke up like a dream, "hula la" all knelt down on the ground, I don't know who started it first, the howls of ghosts and wolves came one after another, and they became one piece, resounding through the mountains and forests!
"Master Vulture!"
"Ancestor Vulture!"
"Up and down the Langwei Cave on Silver Wolf Mountain, welcome Master Lingjiu!"
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, we, we have been waiting for sixty years, and you are finally back!" (To be continued.)