Chapter 968 The Playful Look in the Eyes of the Mahayana Old Woman

"Fellow Taoists, fight quickly. That Mahayana senior won't be able to contain us for long."

The one who spoke was the monk whose aura made Yang Che feel familiar.

This monk was tall and had an old voice. Yang Che had already recognized him as the ‘Si Demon Lord’ of the rhinoceros clan.

With a wave of his hand, the 'Instant Galaxy' was launched. He and Ziyin were immediately protected by the Galaxy Curtain in the middle, blocking the ferocious attacks of four Lord-level monks.

However, the four Lord-level monks jointly attacked, and the power was very powerful. A slight "click" sound was heard from the Galaxy Curtain, and it seemed that they could not hold on for long.

Yang Che's eyes were cold, and he was about to transmit a message to let Ziyin enter the space between his eyebrows. At this moment, he suddenly saw a flash of light next to Ziyin, a sinister old woman wearing a gray and green dress, with gray hair and a slight stoop. Appear out of thin air.

A powerful aura suddenly emanated from the old woman's body, and Yang Che's 'Momentary Galaxy Curtain' was directly shattered by this aura.

"Mahayana monk!"

Not only was Yang Che very surprised, but the fourth cultivator of the Si Demon Lord was also stunned on the spot.

"escape!"

The fourth cultivator of Si Demon Lord was unambiguous and wanted to escape immediately.

Facing a Mahayana monk, they had no chance of winning.

The gray-haired, hunched and gloomy old woman smiled coldly. After a sudden flash of green light, she turned into four and instantly caught up with the fourth cultivator of the Si Demon Lord.

Then Yang Che's eyes narrowed and he saw four identical old women. With just a slight tap of his skinny fingers, the fourth cultivator of the Si Demon Lord was immediately frozen in place, unable to move.

There was a hint of disdain on the old woman's face, and with another slight movement of her fingers, the masks covering the faces of the four monks turned into powder.

The four master-level monks immediately revealed their true faces.

It was indeed the old man of the rhinoceros clan, the Demon Lord Si.

There are three other monks, a woman who looks like a woman, with three cyan stripes painted on her face.

A middle-aged man with a pair of huge wings on his back.

There was also a short, dark-faced old man with sharp eyes.

"The saint is a monk from the Rhinoceros Tribe and the Feiling Tribe. They are all here to kill Young Master Yang."

Four identical old women, after searching the souls of the four master-level monks, re-fused into a rickety old woman in a gray-green dress and came to Tianxie Ziyin.

"Flying Spirit Clan?"

Before Ziyin could say anything, Yang Che immediately looked at the other three monks except Demon Lord Si in great surprise.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Che swayed and arrived in front of the black-faced old man with sharp eyes:

"Fellow Taoist, which clan are you from the Feiling Clan?"

The black-faced old man was imprisoned and unable to move at this time. When Yang Che asked, although a look of surprise flashed across his face, he still remained indifferent and did not speak.

Yang Che looked at the middle-aged man and the woman-looking monk again.

Unexpectedly, the two monks also kept silent, looking equally indifferent.

"Mr. Yang, the black-faced old man in front of you is from the 'Crow Clan', and the other two are from the 'Sanqing Clan' and the 'Peng Clan'."

The rickety and gloomy old woman beside Ziyin answered Yang Che's question.

After Yang Che expressed his gratitude to the old woman, he no longer paid attention to the black-faced old man. Instead, he came to the woman-like woman and sent a message. Then he also sent a message to the middle-aged male cultivator with a pair of huge wings. After a while.

Shock suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two monks.

"Fellow Taoist, do you have any evidence?"

The woman-looking monk finally couldn't help but speak first.

Yang Che immediately thought, and the 'Three Blue Birds', which was once one of the nine spirit sword spirits, was moved out from the space between the eyebrows.

The Three Blue Birds are only in a 'soul' state and have no physical body.

Suddenly being moved out of the space between her eyebrows by Yang Che, she was still a little confused.

The female monk with three blue stripes painted on her face was suddenly startled when she saw the 'Three Blue Birds'.

After careful observation and sensing, he suddenly asked with disbelief in his eyes:

"Are you... Patriarch Meng?"

San Qingniao had already understood what was going on before Yang Che's voice.

When she heard Yang Che say that there were people from the Sanqing Clan, she suddenly felt excited.

When the woman asked, she was slightly shocked, then nodded and said:

"Yes, I am Qing Meng, are you...?"

Sanqingniao was extremely surprised. She never expected that after tens of thousands of years, there would be younger members of the clan who would recognize her!

"Junior Qing Xiao, I have met Patriarch Qingmeng."

The woman wanted to salute respectfully, but found that she could not move at all.

At this time, Ziyin said to the old woman beside her: "Unlock her imprisonment."

The old woman nodded, raised her finger, and a green light shot out and fell on the woman.

The woman was able to move immediately. She quickly came to the 'Three Blue Birds', bowed respectfully, and said quickly:

"Ancestor Meng, follow this junior back to the family. If Ancestor Ming and the others see that you are still alive, they will definitely not be happy enough."

San Qingniao immediately said: "Ancestor Ming? Are you talking about Qing Ming?"

The woman nodded.

San Qingniao suddenly said happily: "Qing Ming is still alive, that's great."

But after finishing speaking, she immediately looked serious and said:

"Qing Xiao, what's going on? Why are you here to assassinate my master?"

Upon hearing the word 'master', the woman Qing Xiao was stunned for a moment, as if she was petrified.

The black-faced old man from the Wuque Clan and the middle-aged man from the Peng Clan were also shocked.

"Hmph, an ancestor of the Three Greens is willing to be a slave to a human genius. It's really a disgrace to our Feiling Clan."

The black-faced old man was surprised and immediately started to sneer.

The woman Qing Xiao was a little embarrassed for a moment and didn't know how to intervene.

At this moment, the middle-aged man of the Peng clan suddenly said to Yang Che:

"Daoyou, like Daoyou Qing Xiao, I also need evidence."

Yang Che didn't say anything. He expected that this male cultivator of the Peng clan would do the same.

He directly transformed the 'Dark Lightning Thunder Wings' on his back, and said with a look of reminiscence in his eyes:

"The pair of wings on my back were refined by Senior Qionghou, the Dark Lightning Peng King. As for Senior Qionghou, one of my sword spirits, 'Three Green Birds' Qingmeng, has also seen it."

The middle-aged man of the Peng clan sensed the unique aura of 'Peng King's True Feathers' coming from the Dark Lightning Thunder Wings, and his eyes were also shocked, and then he was extremely puzzled.

However, he already knew that Qing Meng, one of the Three Blue Bird ancestors, was the sword spirit of the young man in front of him, so he called the young man "master".

Sword spirits are very different from slaves.

The black-faced old man of the Wuque tribe also understood at this time, and realized that he had just wrongly blamed Qing Meng of the Three Blue Birds. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.

At this moment, two Mahayana cultivators suddenly flew out from the direction of the Ice and Snow City, and they arrived in front of the cultivators in a flash.

"Yang Che, what's going on?"

These two Mahayana cultivators were Mei and the former city lord of the Ice and Snow City, Leng Wuyou.

Mei was naturally a little confused about the situation in front of her.

Yang Che suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed coldly at the "Si Demon Lord", and said lightly: "Mei, kill him first."

As soon as these words came out, the Si Demon Lord's face suddenly turned pale, and the other three Feiling tribe cultivators changed their expressions.

Tianxie Ziyin seemed calm.

However, the old Mahayana woman beside her stared back and forth between Yang Che and Mei, with a playful look in her eyes.