The ancestral court of witchcraft!

Lin Xun was also stunned.

The divine bone warship was very large and was wrapped in a layer of Dao light, making it extremely mysterious, like a treasure ship of the divine realm sailing from chaos.

On the battleship, there were several young men and women, all of them arrogant, each with sharp eyes and a ray of light permeating their bodies, which looked very intimidating.

Both men and women, they all have the verve of iron and blood, strong and domineering, like overlords rising from a sea of ​​corpses and blood, at first glance they are ruthless characters who have experienced the baptism of blood and fire.

"Don't act rashly."

Mo Lanshan's expression remained unmoved, and the voice transmission reminded Lin Xun.

Lin Xun nodded.

It was the first time he had seen a descendant of the ancestral court of Shamanism.

The ancestral court of the witch sect is extremely ancient, respecting power and advocating power. The descendants of their sects are all powerful and unparalleled, and their combat power is shocking.

Unlike Yuan Sect, the ancestral court of Shamanism is more mysterious, and its sect inheritance is related to the word "strength", which emphasizes "strength" rather than "heart".

They do not adhere to rituals, disciplines, or spirits, they use their strength to divide the superior and inferior, and they regard fighting as the key to practice.

So in the eyes of Yuanjiao and Lingjiao, the whole family of Shamanism is like a "barbarian".

Opinions belong to opinions, in the eternal real world, no one can deny the power and terror of witchcraft.

Among the Four Great Ancestral Courts, when it comes to combat power, Shamanism is the most famous.

The god bone warship descended on the bank of the Great Lake.

"It seems that the power of order here has been taken away one step ahead."

A man dressed in animal skins, with thick bones and a resolute appearance spoke coldly, and his eyes were already looking at Lin Xun and Molan Mountain in the distance.

At the same time, the other men and women on the warship also looked over.

"An immortal Nirvana God realm exists, and a person in the ancestral realm seems to come from some major force."

"That old guy is tricky."

"Hmph, whoever stole what we fancy, must hand it over!"

These men and women have unbridled eyes, and their gestures are extremely strong when they talk to each other.

Even if Mo Lanshan is recognized as an immortal figure in the realm of Nirvana,

There was no restraint at all, each one's eyes were cold, revealing an iron-blooded ferocity branded in his bones.

This made Lin Xun frown. This witch sect descendant is indeed like a barbarian, arrogant and strong, and has nothing to fear.

However, when one thinks that their Taoism does not respect heaven and earth, does not respect ghosts and gods, does not adhere to etiquette and law, and only believes in and respects power, it is not surprising to have such a performance.

Mo Lanshan obviously also knew the nature of the shamanism descendant, and he didn't care, looked at the closed cabin, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Lanshan, the elder of the ninth peak of Yuanjiao, who has seen a friend of Shamanism, I don't know this time. Who is the fellow Taoist who took the disciples out on a trip?"

Yuan religion!

All of a sudden, the eyes of those witch sect men and women changed suddenly, with a sudden color, but also with a trace of eagerness to fight.

They all looked at Lin Xun from Molan Mountain, and looked at it recklessly, as if looking at a prey.

Lin Xun felt unhappy for a while, do these guys still want to fight with him?

"Long time no see, fellow Daoist Mo."

From the closed cabin of the God Bone Warship, a hoarse and old voice came out.

Immediately after the hatch was opened, an old man walked out. He was extremely old, his hair was all falling out, and wrinkles were piled up, like a piece of paper being crumpled into a ball.

But his spirit is strong, his eyes are like golden lamps, and his body is bred with astonishing vitality, all of which are very powerful.

Moreover, this is the result of his deliberate restraint of qi, otherwise, once his real power fluctuations spread, all young people may vomit blood and fall to the ground, which is unbearable.

Lin Xun's pupils were slightly condensed, this old-fashioned old man had an extremely dangerous aura, and he would not be weaker than the elders of Molan Mountain.

"It turned out to be Brother Meng."

Mo Lanshan's eyes shrank slightly, and then returned to calm.

In Lin Xun's ear, Mo Lanshan's voice transmission sounded: "This old guy's name is Mengshan, he is one of the twelve branches of the witch sect, the elder of the Thunder Wu branch, although his status is comparable to mine, his combat power is But it's extremely ferocious and terrifying. But you don't have to panic, I'm here."

Lin Xun was stunned.

He could hear the vigilance and fear in Mo Lanshan's tone.

But the words "I am here" in Molan Mountain Pass also made Lin Xun feel an indescribable sense of steadiness, and his mood became calm.

"Haha, since everyone knows it, it's easy to say."

With a wrinkled face, sparse hair, and a trembling figure, Meng Shan came to the bow of the boat with a cane, and said hoarsely, "This old man is here to give these disciples experience and to surrender to a force of order, but it seems that this Has the power of order been taken away by fellow Mo Daoist?"

Mo Lanshan said: "Not bad."

"So what if you take it away? As long as people don't leave, this power of order doesn't belong to your Yuan religion!"

A skinny man with skin like bronze juice poured out, with a naked upper body and a fierce breath, said coldly.

It was extremely disrespectful and provocative.

Mengshan scolded: "Don't be rude."

The thin man said in disapproval: "Elder Meng, the etiquette of our witch sect is strength, and everything else is empty."

The same goes for the other men and women, not too surprised.

Meng Shan laughed and said to Mo Lan Shan, "Don't be surprised, fellow Mo Daoist, the behavior of my shamanism preacher has always been like this."

There was a hint of pride in the words.

Mo Lanshan said indifferently: "It's not a bad thing for the younger generation to be impulsive and bloody when they are young."

"Don't talk nonsense, I have never liked you Yuanjiao, hand over the power of order!"

The thin man shouted.

Before Mo Lanshan could speak, Lin Xun said coldly: "You dare to force the power of order, and don't even look at what you are! In your shamanism, you can do whatever you want, but this is not a shamanism! "

The postures of these shamanistic descendants are simply unscrupulous to the extreme, and even the immortal figures of Nirvana Realm such as Molan Mountain are not in the eye, how wild?

What Lin Xun didn't expect was that his words did not make those shamanism preachers angry, but made them laugh.

"Haha, this kid is not cowardly."

"Dare to talk to us like this, the courage is much stronger than the average person, but I don't know what the strength is."

"That's why he didn't know what to do if he offended us."

These words are still very arrogant and direct, and anyone who hears them will be very uncomfortable.

Lin Xun finally understood why the Yuan Church regarded the witch religion as savages.

These guys are completely lawless and unscrupulous!

"Don't care about them, these little guys and the old guys are the same. They only believe in power and are notoriously arrogant." Mo Lanshan said.

Lin Xun said: "Elder, what happened today is quite strange. In my opinion, even if we endure, they will not let it go. It is better for me to take the initiative to solve them."

As he said that, he glanced at the shamanism preachers, and said indifferently: "You can also have the power of order, whoever will fight with me, if I lose, I will hand over the power of order, if I win, you will be the best I want to disappear from my eyes as soon as possible!"

The words are casual, but they are extremely powerful, which is equivalent to declaring war!

Those shamanistic preachers were stunned.

When did the descendants of Yuanjiao become so hard-hearted?

Immediately, their bodies were filled with turbulent fighting intent, and they were about to move, looking at Lin Xun with playful and cold eyes.

"Since it's a battle, do you dare to separate life and death?" the thin man shouted.

Mo Lanshan frowned and hesitated.

As Lin Xun said before, he also saw that today's events could not be better.

That being the case, let Lin Xun take action and teach the other party a good lesson.

Mengshan did not speak from the beginning to the end, and looked at all this with a smile.

"It's fine if you want to separate life and death, but I don't know if anyone will intervene."

Lin Xun said, and glanced at Mengshan.

The thin man's face sank, and he said, "Elder Meng, when the battle is going on, no matter your life or death, please don't interfere!"

Mengshan squinted his eyes and said, "How do you think about this, fellow Daoist Mo?"

Mo Lanshan said calmly: "It is best to be able to distinguish between life and death. Of course, if it is true, I will not stop and blend."

Mengshan snorted and said: "Alright, it's been a long time since we have had a discussion between the two descendants of our ancestors. Since we met here, we shouldn't miss it. Well, we won't use order in the duel. strength."

The thin man sneered: "I don't care, I just worry that if there is no power of order, this friend of Yuanjiao will die ugly."

The men and women nearby burst into laughter.

Lin Xun also smiled and said, "Remember what you said."

The thin man stopped talking nonsense.

"Before you die, remember my name, Yantu!"

The thin man opened his mouth slowly. He was carrying a murderous war spear, holding a large animal bone bow, and took out a bronze arrow from the quiver.

His eyes were like two gold stars, his pupils turned into crosses, his face was as bright as a sword, and his face was as sharp as a knife.

"middle!"

call out!

A bronze arrow came flying, tearing apart the sky, and the air burst, with an ancient aura and an unstoppable "potential", piercing into the eyes at once.

Incredibly fast, and boundless.

Lin Xun slapped the palm of his hand, and the bronze arrow that came flying suddenly shifted its trajectory and swept away from Lin Xun's figure.

Boom!

Not far away, a huge sacred mountain was hit by an arrow, shattered on the spot, and turned into fly ash.

"Hey, this guy is a bit interesting, he can actually dodge my arrow." Yantu's surprised voice came from mid-air.

Having said that, his movements are not slow, and his bow is more straightforward. The arrows are like a rainbow, piercing the sky and the earth, and the sharp edge is threatening.

Moreover, this time he used all his strength, the divine arrows were like rainbows, and every bronze arrow made a whining sound, shattering the sky, all of which were rare secret treasures.

"Yan Tu killed him and dealt with Yuan Sect's descendants. Only by suppressing him can we show the power of my witch sect!"

"Shoot it with a divine arrow and blow it into blood!"

Several of his companions were shouting and cheering for him.