Chapter 3555 Hundred Demon Night Crying

What makes foreign spirit cultivators most envious is the power of human ancestors that can be passed on.

That can make human beings become vein refiners, weapon refiners, and formation masters, and even at certain times, they can stimulate the power of ancestral veins and improve their combat effectiveness.

It's just that things like ancestral veins are considered a luxury even for some human cultivators, let alone these foreign spirit cultivators, so they can only be envious and jealous in their hearts, but there is nothing they can do about it.

"Ancestral power?"

Medog, who was already full of memories in the distance, suddenly heard this statement, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Those vague memory fragments were finally pieced together by him forcibly, forming a complete memory chain.

"Yun Xiao! You are Yun Xiao!"

In Shifang City, an extremely ear-piercing sharp sound suddenly sounded, as if a wild cat had its tail trampled on, it sounded a bit horrible.

"Master Medog, what's the matter?"

When everyone turned their gazes to the direction where the sharp voice came from, they saw a certain black-clothed figure there, trembling constantly, staring at someone's eyes, as if wanting to spew out fire.

"Yun Xiao? Who is that?"

These strange spirits in Shifang City, at most, know a little about the super geniuses of the three top human sects, but they don't know anything about a human cultivator who has only recently caused a big disturbance in the southern region.

Therefore, when many ghosts heard the name that Mo Tuo yelled out, they were all at a loss. They didn't know who Yun Xiao was, and why they made this adult lose his composure?

Even Motuo was not so irrational when he was forced to die by the young man in black.

Hearing his shrill voice at this moment, all the strange spirits in Shifang City knew that he and the human named Yun Xiao had a very close relationship.

In fact, the relationship between Medog and Yunxiao is indeed not shallow. More than a year ago, the two had an extraordinary intersection in the Jiuzhonglongxiao Canglong Emperor Palace in the lower plane.

At that time, Motuo was originally the alien spirit emperor earth spirit who broke through to the first-grade immortal in the lower realm, but he did not expect that some things that happened later would make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Originally, Motuo didn't care about an ant from the lower plane. Even at that time, Yun Xiao had led the allied forces to destroy the Canglong Emperor Palace, but after all, he was just an ant at the peak of the Holy Realm.

But what Motuo never imagined was that this ants Yunxiao from the lower plane had something to do with Shen Xingmou from the Human Star Picking Tower in the Liyuan Realm, and even set up a plan to make him fall into the trap.

Mo Tuo didn't even expect that Shen Xingmou, the saint of the Star Picking Tower, actually had the Mind Peering Mirror, one of the top ten artifacts in the Liyuan Realm, in his hand.

This incident has always been regarded by Motuo as a great shame and humiliation, but later he heard that Shen Xingmou had broken through to the first-rank God Emperor, so he had no choice but to take the risk and come to this battle spirit field to experience, hoping to make further progress.

To be honest, Motuo didn't pay attention to the ants in the lower plane. His only impression was the scene where the human youth cut down the earth spirit with a special pulse-recording knife.

It was precisely because of Yun Xiao's Nine Dragon Blood Spirit Slash that made De Motuo feel murderous, and it was also the trigger for the conflict with Shen Xingmou later on.

But no matter how amazing Yun Xiao's knife was, in the eyes of Mo Tuo, who was already a ninth-rank immortal at that time, it was still not enough. The biggest enemy in his heart was only the Saintess of Zhaixinglou.

However, Motuo never thought that in less than a year or two, he would once again have an intersection with that young human named Yun Xiao, and he was still in the Battle Spirit Field in Liyuan Realm.

It would be fine if Yun Xiao was still an ant from the lower plane, but this human ant who was only a half-immortal at the beginning has grown to such a level in less than two years.

If it was said that before Mo Tuo was defeated by the young man in black, he just thought that he was out of luck and met a monster with stunning talents from the human side, then his mood now is quite different from just now.

When he discovered that a small ant that he could easily trample to death suddenly grew into a giant elephant that he was unmatched by, how could others imagine the difference in his mood?

At this moment, Medog really regretted it. If he had known that this human kid was growing so fast, he should have tried his best to kill him, even if he lost some of his foundation.

But going back to the original battle, Motuo actually showed no mercy, but Shen Xingmou, in order to save Yunxiao's life, forcibly cast the Mirror of the Mind twice, causing his way to be damaged.

Looking at the human youth in black who broke through to the realm of demigod, Motuo felt extremely complicated and depressed, and also extremely unwilling, because he knew that he would probably never be that guy's opponent for the rest of his life.

"Mo Jiang, kill him! Must kill him!"

After finally suppressing these thoughts in his mind, Motuo took a deep breath. As soon as he said this, Mo Jiang, who was also a little dazed over there, finally came back to his senses, but his expression was a little displeased.

In fact, Mo Jiang didn't know the origin between Modog and Yunxiao, but from Modog's performance, he found that there must be something tricky that he didn't know. He just didn't like Modog ordering himself like this That's all.

Even though Mo Jiang's status in the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons is far from being comparable to that of Motuo, who has unlimited potential, but today in Shifang City, his Mo Jiang family dominates.

As for that Motuo, he was forced into a desperate situation and almost blew himself up to death. Strictly speaking, he, Motuo, is still Motuo's savior, can't you be more polite?

Moreover, Motuo's tone contained a deep sense of distrust. Do you really think that a spirit clan powerhouse who is a first-grade god emperor can't deal with a human kid who is half-immortal?

Mo Jiang didn't know something deeper, but Mo Tuo remembered the battle in the Canglong Emperor's Palace.

At that time, Yun Xiao had only a half-immortal level of cultivation, but he was an earth spirit who had defeated a first-level immortal. In fact, he left a deep impression on Motuo.

Medog before was disdainful, but now he has to dig out these memories from the depths of his memory, so he has that faint uneasiness.

This human boy named Yun Xiao cannot be treated with common sense at all.

Although the gap between the demigod state and the first-rank emperor is far from being comparable to that between the half-immortal and the first-rank immortal, Motuo has such a feeling.

Not only because of Yun Xiao's performance in the battle at the Canglong Emperor's Palace back then, but also because of the opponent's performance in this Shifang City today. After all, what Yun Xiao showed before was the strength to win the battle by leapfrogging the ranks.

When Yun Xiao relied on the power of his ancestral veins to elevate his pulse qi to the level of a demigod, the gap between him and Mo Jiang, the first-rank god emperor, seemed not to be so huge. This was what Motuo was worried about.

It's just that Motuo has never felt the realm of a first-grade god emperor, and he doesn't know how powerful a first-grade god emperor is. This is why Mo Jiang is upset.

The god-emperor powerhouses treat practitioners below the god-emperor level as ants, and only when they break through to the god-emperor level can they be compared with them.

Because of Motuo's status in Wanmolin, Mo Jiang was upset, but he didn't retort.

When he turned his gaze back, a burst of anger was immediately transferred to the human young man in khaki armor in front of him.

"Hehe, Motuo, your memory is a bit poor. I thought you could remember my sword just now!"

Yun Xiao didn't care about Mo Jiang's angry gaze, but chuckled at Mo Tuo, who had a gloomy face over there. In this Liyuan world, he would not reveal Yulongjian's real name.

"Mo Jiang, what are you waiting for?"

Motuo knew that the difference in eloquence was definitely greater than the difference in combat power, so he didn't want to argue with Yun Xiao, but yelled again, making Mo Jiang's face even more gloomy.

"Boy, die!"

As expected, Mo Jiang didn't drag his feet any longer. Seeing his thoughts moving, a cloud of black mist appeared again under Yun Xiao's feet, like a ghost moving with the wind, which looked extremely strange.

"hey-hey!"

"Ha ha!"

"Jie Jie!"

"..."

In the black mist, one after another of creepy laughter suddenly came out, like a ghost crying at night, or like a night owl howling, making people's eardrums swell and dizzy for a while.

Even the strange spirits of the Shifang City who were extremely far away, after hearing these laughter, their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't help stretching out their hands to cover their ears.

But even if they covered their ears, those voices were like magic sounds, still piercing into their ears, which made them turn pale with fright, and retreated tens of miles away in a panic.

Even these irrelevant foreign spirits in the periphery are so close to the enemy, one can imagine what kind of situation Yun Xiao, who bears the brunt, is in.

Many onlookers were horrified, but they couldn't help showing a touch of excitement. After the first-rank god emperor became serious, the human boy who was originally called Xing Chen, but now called Yun Xiao, might not be able to eat and walk around?

"Xing Chen, oh no, Yun Xiao, next, you'll know what it's like to cry at night!"

Mo Jiang didn't care about those onlookers who withdrew far away. He heard a cold voice from his mouth, which made many other spiritual practitioners know the name of this method, which is called Hundred Ghosts Crying at Night.

This technique really lives up to its name, the continuous sound in the black mist, as if there are hundreds of evil spirits in the black mist, and they are about to break out of the cage in the next moment and tear the black-clothed human into pieces. Generally in pieces.

The light loomed in the black mist, and even Motuo over there was shocked. The old guy in his heart, Mo Jiang, has successfully cultivated all these methods. It seems that his talent is not as unbearable as the rumors say. .