Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

Wu Yan, the Duke of the Wu Yan Tribe, saw that things were almost progressing and shouted: "Light of the Totem, turn on!"

The other four tribesmen also shouted at the same time: "Totem light, turn on!"

I saw that the five arenas began to emit five colors of light as the five clan princes moved. The five arenas formed five pillars of light that reached the sky. The five pillars of light reached straight to the nine heavens. For a moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the winds and clouds surged, which could be seen thousands of miles away.

I saw the rootless light pillars reaching into the sky. Although the colors of the five light pillars were different, the power they exuded was equally earth-shattering and unparalleled.

Thousands of miles away from the place where the Wu Clan lives, a group of cultivators were heading towards the place where the Wu Clan lived. When five pillars of light rose into the sky, this group of people also saw this vision that changed the color of the heaven and earth.

The leading old man in a black gown flew into the air, and the hand-knotting skills flashed in front of his eyes. His eyes were suddenly filled with boundless spiritual energy, and his vision sharpened. He looked far away in the direction of the light beam. It took a long time for this person to land.

Come down.

The old man in the black gown walked up to the three old men in the team who were about the same age as him, and said with a smile: "Old Yang, Old Poison, Old Man Shui, I see that the five pillars of light reaching the sky are from when the Witch Clan turned on the totem light.

The vision seems to be pretty much what I expected.

, this trip to the Wu Clan is a little less hindered. It seems that we will soon be able to carve up the Wu Clan sitting on Xingtian Peak. Don’t look at the fact that the Wu Clan seems to be in decline. In fact, their background is terrifyingly high.

, I guarantee that everyone’s trip will be worthwhile.”

Mr. Yang, who was dressed in black and had a cold face, said coldly: "Niu Batian, I don't care about anything else. I only want what you promised me earlier. If not, you know the consequences of deceiving me!"

The old man in black clothes, Niu Batian, paused affectionately, with big beads of sweat appearing on his face, and stammered: "Yang...Old Yang, you...don't worry, the thing promised to you is in the witch."

From Yanbu’s treasure house, I will definitely take you to get this object.”

Mr. Yang snorted and stopped talking.

The old man in green, Patriarch Moyun, glanced at Old Yang dissatisfied, and said lightly: "Hey, old cow, is it possible that there are any treasures in the Wu clan that ancestors me and Old Man Shui don't know about? It's not kind of you to do this.

!”

Niu Batian's expression froze, and while greeting the old man in green, he said: "No, there is no treasure anywhere. Didn't everyone agree to attack the Wu clan first, and then the rest will be distributed according to the size of the effort... It's just

It is indeed my promise to Mr. Yang to come here."

The old man in green, Patriarch Mo Yun, snorted coldly and said: "Old Niu, where did you find the cat and the dog? Well, uh..."

Ancestor Mo Yun had always disliked the cold-faced old man in black who was accompanying him all the way. The other two were familiar with him and naturally understood each other's abilities. However, this old man who appeared out of nowhere turned out to be...

The three of them were also honest, especially Niu Batian, who treated the old man in black with great respect, which made Patriarch Moyun very unhappy.

The assassin saw that the five tribes of the Wu tribe were about to arrive, and the treasures that the Wu tribe had accumulated for tens of millions of years were at their fingertips. The ancestor Mo Yun naturally could not let the unstable factor of the old man in black continue to exist. It was best to let the old man in black surrender immediately.

, when the time comes to divide the spoils, there will be no disputes.

All kinds of considerations are naturally incomprehensible to outsiders, so Patriarch Mo Yun took this opportunity to attack. Unexpectedly, Patriarch Mo Yun felt that his throat was suddenly stuck by a hand as soon as he said a word. This hand was so fast that he

He was caught without a chain reaction.

The thick palms gradually tightened, pinching Patriarch Mo Yun so hard that he could hardly breathe. A cold light flashed in his eyes, Patriarch Mo Yun was also a ruthless person, and he waved a black poisonous cloud with a fishy smell towards him with both hands.

The old man in black, Mr. Yang, covered his head, and a sneer appeared on the face of Patriarch Moyun. He didn't believe that the old man named Mr. Yang could escape his poisonous cloud at such a close distance. As for force--

Hey, Patriarch Moyun doesn't believe it at all. This black magic cloud is not an ordinary poison. Patriarch Moyun took some of the most filthy poisons in the world and refined them together. The final weapon he obtained can taint people's magic weapons and weapons.

Spiritual consciousness and even the physical body can be polluted, making it extremely overbearing and evil.

At this moment, being forced to the point of death by Mr. Yang, Patriarch Moyun ignored the preciousness of the poisonous cloud of physical pain and unleashed all his energy to attack Mr. Yang.

The ancestor of Moyun was feeling proud and wanted to see Old Man Yang suffer under his poisonous cloud, but all he saw was that Old Man Yang curled his lips in disdain, and with a wave of his hand, he easily slapped the poisonous cloud back into the poisonous cloud.

After drilling through the seven orifices of Patriarch Moyun, Patriarch Moyun was naturally unable to resist or save himself under the control of Elder Yang. His face turned pale for a moment, and his aura quickly weakened.

Old Man Shui looked extremely ugly and wanted to take action, but he couldn't do it considering that Patriarch Moyun was in Old Man Yang's hands.

There was nothing I could do about the sudden development of the Niu Batian incident, so I had no choice but to step forward shamelessly and fearfully: "Yang...Mr. Yang, the old poisonous guy was blind to Taishan just now and accidentally bumped into you, please.

Calm down. He is still an assistant after all. We will need his help to attack the Witch Clan later, so please be generous."

Mr. Yang glanced at Niu Batian and said boldly: "Take care of your friends. You must know those people you can offend. Those people you can never offend. If you get angry, you will have to pay the price.

"

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the compliments over there like kowtowing insects. He snorted coldly and threw Patriarch Mo Yun to the ground, then closed his eyes and restored his previous indifferent expression.

As soon as Patriarch Moyun was let go, he immediately turned over and sat up. Without caring about anything else, he quickly opened the storage bag and rummaged through it quickly. Finally, he found a jade bottle with patterns on the edge and pinched it with his hands.

The bottle emits a faint green light, and the buckle generates strong suction. Moyun Patriarch points the mouth of the bottle at his face, and expels the poisonous cloud that has penetrated into his body. After a lot of effort, Moyun Patriarch can remove the poisonous cloud from his body.

Clear them all out.

Patriarch Moyun breathed a big sigh of relief before he could think about what had just happened. He couldn't help but be frightened by the rapid attack and tyrannical strength of the old man in black. Thinking that he was almost strangled to death by this old man just now, he couldn't help but feel in his heart.

There was a kind of fear, fear of death, and of course more fear of the old man in black.

This kind of fear stone originates from people's hearts. Regardless of whether they are strong or not, or whether their status is high or low, once the seeds of fear are planted, there will be nowhere to escape.