Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wilderness Chapter 485: The Ming Clan (Part 1)

Outside the valley where nearly a thousand people from the witch clan live, black clouds are approaching at this moment. Hundreds of bat saints with wings on their backs can be seen densely packed together. Each one has a ferocious look, with sharp teeth exposed, and a fierce look in his eyes. The red light splits the sky and covers the earth.

This bat saint tribe member looks quite terrifying. Not only is he completely black, he is three times the size of an ordinary witch tribe. He looks almost two feet tall. His arms are thick and thick, as if he has the power to tear people apart.

They have no clothes on their bodies, but are covered with countless fine feathers, which look like long gowns. In their hands, almost every bat saint tribe member holds a round blade. The blade is red in color, as if it is dyed full of Like blood.

The sound of roars echoed, and under the bright moon in the sky, this group of bat saints approached the valley where the witch clan was located like ferocious gods.

"How is Senior Tiemu?" Nangong Hen, who had some white hair on his temples, said in a low voice on the terrace of the valley, looking at the Bat Saints coming from the sky.

"Senior Tiemu is still sleeping...with no sign of waking up. His old man was too seriously injured last time, and we don't have enough medicine here. I'm afraid that even if he wakes up, his cultivation will plummet." After a period of silence, one of the ten people next to Nangong Hen whispered.

"Where's Senior Heiya?" Nangong Hen sighed secretly and continued to ask.

"I sent someone to invite Senior Heiya before, but for some reason he suddenly retreated into seclusion. He didn't see anyone, and even closed his cave..."

Just as they were talking, the black clouds in the sky rolled down and descended violently. At the same time, sharp and excited roars echoed, and they saw seven or eight members of the Bat Saint Clan rushing down. He came straight to this valley from mid-air.

These seven or eight bat saint clan members were extremely fast and were about to approach. Nangong Hen stood there and stared at them with murderous intent in his eyes.

The dozen or so people behind him were all like this, and a few of them had clenched their fists with vicious expressions on their faces. Not only them, but the people of the Witch Clan who were hiding in the valley at the moment were also watching this scene one by one. In their dreams, this scene was a nightmare, but in their eyes, it was a cruel reality.

In an instant, the seven or eight bat saints were less than twenty feet away from the top of the valley, but just as their excited roars rushed out ten feet again, a roar suddenly echoed, and there was an illusory light curtain. Suddenly appearing outside the valley, the light curtain fluctuated violently at this moment. On the light curtain, the bodies of the eight bat saint clan members who came came into contact with it.

But they were not injured at all, but their bodies were bounced more than ten feet by the shock.

“The Bat Saint Clan’s strategy remains the same as usual, and they are all about luring our people out to fight with them, thereby being treated as prey.

The physical strength is comparable to the peak of the barbarian bone sacrifice in the middle stage. It is stronger than the last time they came. It is expected that the next time they come again, the physical strength will be able to reach the level of the barbarian bone sacrifice in the late stage. "Behind Nangong Hen, among the more than ten people, there was a thin old woman. She had an old face and bloodshot eyes, and she spoke in a low voice.

"The bat saints and ordinary tribesmen who invaded this time have improved a lot, so the physical strength of the purple line tribesmen among them should have reached a level in advance that is equivalent to the late stage of the barbarian bone sacrifice.

When the old woman's words came out, the valley light curtain of the eight bat saints bounced up, emitting a strong light. These lights intertwined in the air, forming a large net, and went straight to the person who was bounced. The eight bat saint clan left and seemed to cover them all.

But at the moment when the light net approached them, one of the eight bat saints raised his right hand and put it on his chest, and a complex and incomprehensible spell came from his mouth. As the spell echoed, Immediately behind this bat saint clan member, the void seemed to be torn open, and a huge blood-colored bat rushed out.

The blood-colored bat was several feet long. After rushing out, it screamed and headed straight for the big net. The moment they touched each other, the blood-colored bat exploded violently, turning into hundreds of red lights, and directly hit the net. On this light net, the sky and the earth roared, and this light net immediately collapsed. The hundreds of red lights seemed to have life, wandering in all directions, looking like hundreds of red ghosts.

"The intensity of magical powers has also increased a lot. Compared with the last time, it is very obvious. At this moment, these ordinary members of the bat saint tribe have reached a level comparable to that of the middle-stage Yangwu...

This battle... If no accidents occur, if no sacrifices are sent, then as long as the protective light curtain can be maintained, then our chances of winning will be 60%... but the price will be 300 or even 500 clan members. His life was overdrawn and died by the light curtain. "The old woman spoke in a low voice, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Nangong Hen was silent, and everyone behind him was also silent at this moment.

In the sky, within the dark rolling clouds, more than a dozen figures roared out at this moment, heading straight towards the light curtain with the eight previous ones.

The roar echoed, and the light curtain flashed violently. In the valley below, there was a hollowed out position. There was a huge formation about a hundred feet on the ground. On this formation, sitting cross-legged at the moment A person from the witch clan.

These Wu Clan people are all thin and pale, and the power of the Wu Clan in their bodies while sitting cross-legged is continuously sucked away by this formation, becoming the source of support for the operation of the formation outside.

This formation is not static, but is constantly flashing. The frequency of its flashing is proportional to the degree of bombardment of the outside formation at this moment. As its flashing becomes more intense, the bodies of the more than thirty Wu clan members are trembling. When a few people spurted out blood and were on the verge of falling, someone immediately stepped forward to help them down, and someone else sat there to maintain the operation of the formation.

Those who were helped down also vomited to the side without hesitation, trying to regain even a little more strength.

But there were still a few tribesmen. Before they could be helped down, as the formation continued to flicker and absorb, their smiling bodies quickly dried up, and finally turned into skeletons. After that, they became fly ash and dissipated, and all life and breath have become part of maintaining the formation.

In the sky outside the valley, with the passage of time, the number of bat saints bombarding the light curtain has reached nearly a hundred people. These nearly a hundred bat saints kept bombarding with strange screams, making the light curtain emit an indescribable sound. The sound of support sounded like it could collapse at any time.

"Sir, let's take action!! Sixteen tribesmen have been sucked out of life and died while maintaining the formation!" Anxious words came from the dozen or so people behind Nangong Hen.

Nangong Hen was silent, and he shook his head with a pale face.

The roaring sound continued to reverberate in all directions. After a while, the number of Bat Saint clan members attacking the light curtain had reached more than 150. The roars of these people would make people feel shocked after hearing them.

"Wait a minute, we only have one chance, we can't waste it..." Nangong Hen gritted his teeth and murmured.

"Sir, forty-three clan members have died while maintaining the formation. If we continue to wait, the number of deaths will double."

Nangong Hen looked at the close to two hundred Bat Saint clan members outside the light curtain, then looked at the black cloud above, and gritted his teeth.

"Prepare the evil bow!" As his words came out, someone immediately stepped back quickly. In more than ten breaths, nine big men immediately walked out of some caves in the valley.

These nine big men were all war witches. They stood on the terrace outside their respective caves, looking up at the sky. Each of them held a big black bow in their hands.

This bow was as tall as a person. It was held by these nine big men respectively, and they used all their strength to slowly pull it open. The moment they pulled the evil bow apart, behind these nine people, there were three mediums respectively. , three soul-catchers, and three pre-thinking witch clans walked out.

The medium whispered softly, and immediately a thick stream of death energy condensed from the bottom of the valley, and went straight towards the evil bows drawn by the nine war witches, vaguely forming nine arrows!

Dehun opened his eyes, bursts of strange power belonging to Dehun reverberated in the void, as if their minds were condensed in this evil bow and arrow, and they would not disperse for a long time.

They closed their eyes in anticipation, as if they were meditating. The moment they closed their eyes, the eyes of the nine war witches immediately glowed with white light, as if they had lost their minds at this moment, and the white eyes looked empty.

"Open the evil bow!" Nangong Hen roared. The moment his voice echoed in the valley, nine war witches with white eyes roared. After opening the evil bow again, their shoulders and His arm was torn, and even though he was filled with blood, he still insisted on pulling the evil bow completely, and then let go violently.

The buzzing sound immediately echoed through the valley, buzzing between heaven and earth. At the same time, nine black dragons roared out of the valley at extremely fast speeds, penetrated the protective light curtain, and appeared directly. Outside the light curtain, among the nearly two hundred members of the Bat Saint Clan.

A shrill scream suddenly spread all around. The nine arrows carried a madness and an indomitable impact. The moment they penetrated the bodies of the nine bat saint clan members, they retained their strength and fired again. penetrate!

The roaring sound spread, and the bodies of every Bat Saint clan member penetrated by the arrows exploded, turning into flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Each of the nine evil arrows harvested at least three lives. When the remaining power of the nine arrows dissipated, they did not disappear. Instead, they exploded. Under their explosion, they turned into a piece of death energy and destroyed these The sky outside the light curtain enveloped it.

"Use the death energy as a guide to release the power of death energy!" Nangong Hen roared fiercely, and the valley suddenly trembled. Wisps of death energy roared up from the earth. With the valley as the center, looking at this The valley is blurred.

At the same time, as the death energy spread over a large area, after a few breaths, an explosion formed. With a bang, all the death energy in the valley rushed out, like a huge pillar of air. Run to the sky and come into contact with those Bat Saint clan members.

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