40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

In the great pit of demon fire, there was a burst of evil, demon, and distressing sounds.

It was like the smirk of thousands of demon heads from the depths of Jiuyou Huangquan, and it was like countless worms gathered together, twisting and wriggling!

No matter the Wuman monk, the ghost Qin cavalry, or the Xuanhu Iron Guard, they all felt the eardrum torn, the heart tightened, and the faint feeling of vomiting!

Even if the whole body is able to resist, it can't suppress the shock and fear in my heart!

The green ghost fire in the huge pit seemed to be doused with a scoop of hot oil. With a sound, it suddenly reached a height of tens of meters, like a fierce fire tree with teeth and claws.

Countless sparks are scattered like celestial flowers, shooting at the surrounding audience, like a real fire in the samādhi, growing in the wind, raging and raging, making the scene chaotic, everyone cried and screamed with their heads and rats!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

From the depths of the big pit, Venerable Black Moon's heart-piercing scream came, as if he was suffering the cruelest torture in the world.

All the Wuman monks looked at each other in horror, and needed to consume all their psionic energy to prevent their legs from trembling.

It was the first time they heard Venerable Black Moon, the number one master of Wunan Fifth Road, utter such a screaming scream.

Accompanied by the screams of Venerable Black Moon, there are waves of strange laughs that are higher than waves, a sharp and sharp hand, like a voice from the depths of rust and the cracks in the rock layer, screaming: "Yan Wenlong, look clearly Who am I? Our decades of old accounts can finally be counted up!"

Yan Wenlong is the real name of Venerable Black Moon.

Since he became the Yuan Ying boss who ordered dozens of Dong villages and Megatron Wunan 5th Road, few people have dared to call his name directly.

Even the words "Black Moon Venerable" are not something ordinary wizards dare to say.

The vast majority of shamans, when they see him, have to crawl on the ground, and respectfully call out "Ancestor"!

But now, this "old ancestor" has fallen into a tragic end in full view!

There were many wrinkles on his face, and the old Wuman monk faintly felt that this strange sound was familiar.

Not the tone, but the wicked, murderous taste contained in the tone!

They all frowned, remembering carefully.

Suddenly, one of the old witches trembled all over, his face turned green, and the strange cry of "Uh uh uh" deep in his throat, he was shocked alive!

Venerable Black Moon had no strength to fight back under the ravages of that mysterious figure.

Even the high-pitched and violent screams at first turned into intermittent moans* after a while.

When the moaning* reached the weakest point, I suddenly heard hundreds of "clicks, clicks, clicks" and condensed together, like the bones of Venerable Black Moon were broken and crushed in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the demon fire "screamed", and it brightened a series of levels again, and a stream of plasma spewed up from the depths of the big pit, and was burned by the demon fire.

Only a few bones and half a skull were left, but in a flash, it was gone!

"call out!"

The green ghost fire instantly retracted into the big pit, and there was no more half of the spark.

The green mist in the big pit churned, and gradually surging out, like a vast lake of smoke, as if to fight against the sunrise.

With a radius of hundreds of meters, they are all shrouded in green mist.

This green fog is like a condensed by countless demons, possessing evil lives, making a "hiss" sound to the surroundings, and stretch out tentacles from time to time, trying to drag the surrounding monks into the fog.

Even the witch-man monks who grew up in the smoky land of Wunan and were good at side-by-side ways and witchcraft techniques had never seen such a weird sight.

Not to mention the Black Tiger Iron Guard and Ghost Qin Knight from the Central Plains and the North!

Perceiving the powerful and unparalleled psychic coercion from the depths of the green fog, as if a behemoth is emerging from its cocoon, all the practitioners feel dry, double-stretched and at a loss!

In the center of the green mist, the waves rolled, gradually highlighting a cloud of mist the size of a human.

The fog group made a hissing sound, spreading around, and the mysterious figure who had just suppressed Venerable Black Moon finally revealed its original form!

At first glance, this person is not tall, slightly thin, and his face is as immature as a teenager.

But the fine wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, the black eyes that are as deep as the sea, and the gleaming fierce light from time to time, coupled with the slightly puckered lips, make it unclear his true age.

He wore a large green robe that seemed to be condensed by ghost fires. His black hair like waterfalls scattered all over his head casually. Under the background of the ghost fires, he rose without wind and danced wildly!

He was floating in the air, carrying his hands on his back, unscrupulously releasing a powerful and unmatched spiritual energy, waves tearing the air, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading around in a circle.

He had just completely turned a Yuanying old monster into pus and wiped out the pus. To him, it seemed to be a trivial matter without any effort.

At this moment, facing hundreds of monks, including a Nascent Soul and a few Pill Formation, he didn't pay much attention to it.

The extremely indifferent eyes swept randomly, as if there were a group of chihuahuas lying on the ground.

Every monk who was swept by his gaze felt that he was lying under a guillotine, letting him lose his mind!

Many Wuman monks had the courage to take a peek, but saw that there was a small green birthmark in the center of this person's eyebrows, which seemed to be a small green dot, but under the agitation of psychic energy, it was like dripping on rice paper. Like ink, slowly dizzy, gradually occupying the upper half of the entire face, forming the shape of a big cyan eagle!

This cyan big eagle, flapping its wings, occupies the upper half of his face, and it seems to put a mask on him, making this person even more unpredictable and elusive!

This extremely evil appearance made the Wuman monks tremble in their hearts, and they thought of a name that had disappeared for decades, but was still frightening and awake at night!

"Spirit, spirit, spirit eagle..."

Without waiting for them to call out the name of this person, this person was already in a burst of jealous laughter, and the green robe flicked, really like a hungry big eagle, rushing towards another Yuan Ying Han Wontae present!

Han Won-tae had just pulled out the most mysterious poisonous needle with his luck, he felt a stronger psychic coercion on his face, and he was shocked to the extreme!

He is worthy of being one of the top masters on the Youyun Prairie. He roared, not retreating but advancing, a handle with dozens of wolf fangs inlaid in his hand, both like a war knife and a saw blade. The spiritual flames of the whole body condensed into a giant wolf with wings on the back in mid-air!

"Oh oh oh!"

The giant wolf formed by the condensed spirit flame, as delicate as a living thing, fluttered its wings, and rushed towards the mysterious strange man.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

The green mist wrapped around the weird person once again uttered a toothache scream. In the green mist suddenly appeared seven or eight skinny ghost hands, half of them grabbed the giant wolf, and the other half attacked Han Wontae!

"This trick again!"

Han Wontae was frightened and angry. This time he finally sensed that in the ghost claws condensed by the ghost fire, there are still hundreds of tiny, boneless, poisonous needles that sneak in with the wind!

"What magic weapon is this, so sinister and vicious!"

Although seeing through the opponent's supernatural powers, this kind of poisonous needle hidden in the ghost fire integrates aura attacks and magic weapons attacks, which is ever-changing and extremely difficult to deal with!

Han Wontae murmured secretly in his heart, and could only barely manage 120,000 points of energy, distinguishing the poisonous needles hidden in the wildfire one by one, and absolutely must not miss more than half of them!

at this time--

Suddenly, there was a warning sign in his heart, and the bones all over his body made a "kakaka" noise, and he took a half step to the left.

The wolf-toothed saber in his hand was silently broken into two pieces, the fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no sign of incompleteness!

But it was a mica thread ten times thinner than a poisonous needle, invisible, invisible, and extremely sharp, drifting in front of him!

If it hadn't been quick to react, the mica thread that had just been cut was not the wolf's sword, but his wrist!

Up to this moment, he had jumped up and down, very embarrassed, but the other party was smiling, carrying his hands on his back, and attacking purely with aura, with ease!

"Here, where is this monster that popped up? There is such an extremely insidious treasure!"

Han Won Tae was crying without tears, and roared in his heart.

Youyun ghost Qin, who is not afraid of death, sees the main general being trapped, and now has a long roar, instigating dragons and wolves to attack him!

The green-robed weird snorted coldly, his long sleeves flicked, and dozens of shiny skulls flew out from the sleeves, "dipping and falling" all over the sky.

These skulls are made of metal and spar. They are ingenious and lifelike. Inside the hollow eye sockets and jaws, there is a blazing green ghost fire. When they flew in front of the ghost Qin knight, they "boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom" , All burst open, turned into thousands of green fire skeletons, igniting a wall of ghosts and charms, separating them from the main general.

Perceiving the demon and strange psychic energy contained in the wall of fire, even though many Ghost Qin knights wanted to fly forward, the dragon wolves under their crotches were all hissing and howling, limp on the ground, foaming at their mouths, and trembling. I was completely overwhelmed!

Waiting for the ghost Qin knight who fell to the ground to get up and look through the ghost fire skull, only to see a picture that they couldn't believe it anyway!

In their minds, the invincible master of Kunpeng, the mid-level master of the Yuan Ying period, and the hero of the North, Han Won-tae, who has been in the Youyun prairie for decades, is tightly bound by a huge shackle like the bones of a vulture. .

The two wings of the "vulture" penetrated deeply into his ribs, and the "dual claws" gripped his lute bone tightly. The thin, long, jagged neck is also entangled with Han Wontae's neck. !

Han Won-tae was locked by this weird yoke and couldn't move. The expression on his face was really colorful and wonderful!

The green-robed weird spread his fingers and clasped Han Yuantai's head, gently lifting him up like an eagle catching a chicken. There was no wave in the deep black eyes, and he glanced lightly at the ghost knight.

While breathing, the dust settled, two Yuan Ying, one died horribly, and the other lived extremely embarrassed!

Seeing this situation, all the witchman monks in the surrounding area woke up like a dream. "Hulala" all knelt to the ground. I don't know who was the first to start. The howling of ghosts and wolves came and went one after another, one after another, resounding through the mountains and forests!

"Master Lingjiu!"

"Lingjiu ancestor!"

"Go up and down the Wolftail Cave of Yinlang Mountain, welcome to Master Lingjiu!"

"Old ancestor, ancestor, we, we have been waiting for sixty years, and you are finally back!"