Chapter 159: Monsters Falling From the Sky

On the boundless grassland, a group of monks were fighting for their lives.

"Kill, destroy the evil sect and teach me the right path!"

"What's the right way? A bunch of hypocrites who are hypocritical and hypocritical!"

Stabbing his opponent to death with a sword, a young monk raised his arms and shouted: "Sons of the Nan family, we have been practicing righteous men for decades, and today is the time to use force! Come, follow me, Nan Chenzi, to kill all the Xu family The evil traitor is determined to defend the dignity of the Nan family to the death!"

"Swear to defend the dignity of the Nan family to the death!"

"Kill all the thieves!"

The monks of the Nan family shouted in unison, waving their weapons with all their might with fanatical expressions.

The long sword shook to shake off the blood on it. Nan Chenzi chose a target and was about to move again when he suddenly felt a strong wind approaching. He quickly drew his sword to fight back, narrowly blocking the sword coming from behind.

"Xu Feng!"

Nan Chenzi gritted his teeth as he looked at the handsome young man who made a sneak attack. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been seriously injured by the opponent's sword just now.

Seeing that the sneak attack was fruitless, the well-dressed young man named Xu Feng smiled coldly, and before Nan Chenzi could adjust his stance, he struck again with a shake of his long sword.

"Xu Feng, you are despicable!" Nan Chenzi lost the opportunity and was immediately forced to fight by Xu Feng, whose cultivation level was not much different from his.

Hearing Nan Chenzi say that he was despicable, Xu Feng smiled coldly and kept his hands in his hands.

"Nan Chenzi, are you a three-year-old child? Things are changing rapidly on the battlefield, and you will do anything between life and death. How can you say that you are despicable!"

After trying his best to parry again and again, he finally took advantage of the moment when Xu Feng's moves became old and exhausted. Nan Chenzi stepped back, fending off the random ninjas around him, and looked at Xu Feng with an angry face.

"Your Xu family is full of evil cultivators, so you would do such despicable things as sneak attacks. If I don't kill you today, I, Nan Chenzi, will not be a human being!"

"I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Looking at Nan Chenzi who was attacking with his sword, Xu Feng was not afraid and sneered as he charged forward.

The two of them instantly fought together, focusing only on each other.

In this battle between the Nan family, a righteous family, and the Xu family, an evil family, Nan Chenzi and Xu Feng are the two people with the highest cultivation levels on this battlefield. They, who were both in the elixir formation stage, exerted their full strength, and their powerful momentum gradually forced the surrounding monks back, forming a battle circle that belonged exclusively to them.

The screams before death kept ringing, and the screams of serious injuries and disabilities echoed everywhere. Almost every moment, monks fell beside them, and the blood dyed the green grass red, but the two of them did not show any signs of death. Moved.

They are the highest fighting force on the battlefield here, and they are also the spiritual pillar of both sides. Their victory or defeat directly determines the success or failure of the battle. As long as the opponent is killed by the sword, the battle will basically be won.

Therefore, the two of them attacked with all their strength without any reservation, their swords and rays of light intertwined frequently, their spells continued to be fired, and all kinds of strange moves, dangerous moves, sinister moves and ghost moves were endless, and they used all kinds of tricks.

"Xu Feng, if you can't hold on any longer, you can call for help, and I, Nan Chenzi, will do the same!" A sword left a bloody gash on Xu Feng's body, and Nan Chenzi smiled proudly.

Xu Feng's face was gloomy, and he waved away his fellow disciples who came to help. He stretched out his hand to wipe the wound, and put his bright red finger to his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Feng's face gradually became ferocious.

"Blood, even if it's your own, the taste is so intoxicating!"

The scarlet tongue licked the blood on his fingers clean. Xu Feng felt as if he had taken a blasting pill. His flushed face was full of excitement and he instantly came to Nan Chenzi. He didn't even care about his own openings when opening and closing his moves, looking like he was going to fight to the death.

"Blood Drinking Demon Technique!" Nan Chenzi's face darkened as he recognized the strange technique that made Xu Feng become like this. It was the Xu family's clan-suppressing technique "Blood Drinking Demon Technique".

When practicing this skill, you need to use blood as a guide, and rely on sucking a large amount of blood containing spirituality to increase your skill.

If this skill is performed during combat, the performer will enter a state of madness, causing his mana to boil and feeling no pain all over his body. Not only that, this kind of skill will make people stronger as they fight, especially in this kind of chaotic battle. By sucking the blood of the opponent to strengthen themselves, the practitioner will be like an immortal madman until he fights to the point of death. It’s time to give up.

Because the practice of this skill was too bloody and weird, it was spurned by righteous people, and the Xu family was classified as an evil cultivator.

Seeing Xu Feng's crazy face with a nervous smile and a pair of red eyes full of desire for blood, Nan Chenzi's heart sank.

Seeing every move, Xu Feng did not defend at all but just attacked blindly. The attitude of exchanging injuries for injuries made Nan Chenzi feel helpless for a while and could only fight with exhaustion.

It's not that he doesn't dare to fight hard, but the other party's evil skills are too overbearing. Not only does he feel no pain, but he also absorbs the blood spilled from his own injuries to strengthen himself. He doesn't dare to fight with the other party in an attack-for-attack fight, which will only hurt him. A journey of life and death.

Just when he was thinking hard about how to deal with it, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the distant sky. The sound was so loud that it even temporarily drowned out the roar of the battlefield.

The monks who were fighting subconsciously slowed down their hands and looked towards the source of the sound, even the crazy Xu Feng and Nan Chenzi did the same.

Anyone who can fly in the air must be a monk at the god-refining stage or above, and one can imagine the cultivation level of the person who can make such a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Coincidentally, both parties retreated slightly and looked at the visitor with wary expressions.

They are all afraid that those who come are reinforcements from the other side.

The whistling sound became louder and louder, and not long after, a figure exuding infinite power appeared in the sky.

Looking at the gourd-shaped magic weapon under the visitor's seat, Xu Feng and Nan Chenzi frowned, thinking carefully about which master in the spirit refining period in the family possessed a gourd magic weapon.

As the figure got closer and closer, a somewhat immature but full-bodied voice came from afar amid the whistling sound.

"Stop, stop!"

"Rotten gourd, if you don't stop, I'll burn you as firewood!"

"Woo woo woo, Uncle Gourd, I was wrong, please be kind and spare my life!"

"Uncle Gourd, you must still have some strength, right? As long as you stop, I will definitely find a female gourd for you to pair up with, so that you two can give birth to a group of little gourds!"

Listening to the messy words, Xu Feng and Nan Chenzi both looked strange. They looked at each other and found that the other party was also alert. Obviously, the visitor might not belong to either of them.

"It depends on whether the person is a righteous person or an evil cultivator!" The two thought at the same time.

After much anticipation, the "master" riding the gourd finally came close, crashing straight into the ground like a meteor falling from the sky.

The monks below found that the man did not stop, but crashed directly down. The might that made them breathless before they came to them immediately turned them into frightened birds, and they scattered and hid in all directions.

"Oh my god, hide quickly!"

"Asshole, he didn't stop!"

"This is an evil thief, what a vicious scheme!!!"

"Bah, you hypocrites, you actually use such extermination methods, and you dare to say that I am evil and cruel?!"

They hid quickly, but the gourd was faster. Before they walked far, the gourd fell down and hit the ground heavily.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After a loud noise, a large pit of several dozen feet appeared on the originally flat grassland, and the huge shock wave caused the surrounding monks to fall to one side. Several unlucky monks didn't have time to run away and were too close to the center of the impact, and they turned into blood mud without even a groan.

The blood and flesh of monks were scattered all over the sinking slope. Several monks who were lucky enough to survive lay in the blood mud and kept crying, making the scene look like the end of the world.

Looking at the big pit with horror on their faces, the monks present realized that this person must not be any of them, otherwise they would not kill them all without distinguishing between enemies and friends.

When the dust settled, some bold monks slowly approached, wanting to see who had done such a tragic thing.

In the center of the big pit, a big hole was poked in the ground. The dark hole was bottomless, making the monks standing on the edge of the big pit feel cold all over.

Suddenly, a shrill howl came from it.

"Woo ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

The monks were startled and couldn't help but step back a few steps, thinking to themselves that the roar was so creepy, and the person who came was definitely not a good person. I'm afraid it was really a man-eating monster.

Nan Chenzi and Xu Feng also came to the edge of the pit, looking at the dark hole from afar, with a thoughtful look on their faces.

They had high cultivation and good eyesight, and they saw clearly that the person who came was definitely a human, not a man-eating monster when the gourd fell to the ground. At this time, they were all waiting silently, waiting for the person to come up, and then making plans after distinguishing the enemy and the friend.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the howling stopped abruptly, and a chubby little hand stretched out from the hole and grabbed the edge of the big hole.

"It's out!" The monks were shocked and subconsciously tightened their weapons in their hands.

Under their gaze, another chubby little hand also stretched out, paused slightly, and the two little chubby hands exerted force, and a chubby little boy jumped out and sat on the ground.

The little boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his chubby little face was full of tears.

Looking at the sky, the little fat boy screamed.

"Oh my god!!!!"

The monks were shocked and wondered what was wrong with this kid, but he turned around and looked around. When he saw the monks watching, he was very excited.

With his cheeks shaking, the little fat man asked tremblingly: "Human?"

What does that mean?

The monks looked at each other, not understanding what the little fat man said. Some monks with quick minds changed their faces and screamed.

"He asked if we were human. He is indeed a monster in human form. He wants to eat people!!!!"

There was a loud uproar, and the monks retreated one after another. Some of the bold ones held their weapons tightly and were alert, ready to deal with the attack of the "monster" at any time.

Ignoring the monks who were like frightened birds, the little fat man cried and laughed, kept stroking the ground, grabbed the soil on the ground and put it to his mouth to smell it hard, with a look of intoxication and excitement on his face.

Looking at the mud mixed with flesh and blood, the monks felt sick, even the monks of the Xu family who practiced the "Blood Drinking Magic Art".

After all, they are human beings, and they only suck blood for the needs of the art. They cannot accept the "hungry and thirsty" little fat man who treats "food" like this.

After a long time, the little fat man frowned, as if he disliked the "stale" flesh and blood in the soil, and threw it aside and howled again.

"Human world, this is the human world, woo woo woo woo woo woo!!! I'm still alive, I'm back!!! woo woo woo woo woo woo!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The excited words made the monks change color.