At this time, the thick black cloud composed of jet-black strange birds, near the top of the two-zhang square dry bone altar, the quacking monster screamed from a black cloud into a whirlpool, swirling and rushing into the altar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black-robed figure looked very excited, his hoarse voice trembled slightly, waving something that was always engraved with witches and heavenly characters, and said loudly while bowing to the altar of dry bones: "The Wu clan bless me not to die, I protect the Wu clan Yongchang......"

However, to the surprise of the black-robed figure, the heavy black clouds that rushed into the Dry Bone Altar did not feed back to him through the Dry Bone Altar, and did not allow more than a thousand dead souls to descend on its body.

Instead, through the altar of dry bones, it swarmed into the mouth of the dark hole with a radius of two zhang and disappeared.

"Why, why? The Heavenly Witch Order is in my hands, I am the master of the Witch Clan, why did the Heavenly Burial Technique fail? Why don't you follow my command? ”

"I have done everything possible to open a gap in this place, so that it is the immortal body of the Heavenly Burial Technique! Why, why exactly? Could it be that the old monster has done something about the heavenly burial technique? ”

"Padmasambhava gave birth to you, a demon cub, Lao Tzu has believed in you in vain for a thousand years, and let you survive for a thousand years, I hate, I hate! Ahhh......h

The black-robed figure knelt in front of the altar as if he had fallen into a demon, grasping the Heavenly Witch Order with one hand, and kept roaring at the night sky.

The black cloak slipped off in its incessant roar, revealing a terrifying face, half skeleton, half human face, indescribably hideous.

When the black-robed figure mentioned Padmasambhava, the two little monks, Huiyuan and Huiwu, who were originally standing on the altar silently, looked at each other, and the sound of clothes fluctuating sounded, and the two rushed to the place where the black-robed figure was.

The young man in white raised his chin, frowned, his body floated, and he intercepted Huiyuan and Huiwu in a chic manner, and hooked his fingers at the two little monks, extremely provocative.

The two sides didn't say a word, each holding a weapon, fighting together, crackling sounds came out from time to time, and they fought evenly.

The little tree in the east screamed and smashed into the mountain like a stone, one zhang, half a zhang......

Seeing that Dongfang Xiaoshu was about to fall to his death, Meng Feixue took a step forward.

Shui Ruohan and Wu Hao on the opposite side dispersed tacitly, and they all took a step to intercept Meng Feixue's next move, but Meng Feixue only took a step forward, and did not make any other moves.

The tender hand clenched under the black sleeves was unexpectedly released, and the starry eyes looked at Shui Ruohan, and said ethereally:

"I disappointed my sister again, it seems that my sister is really a pig demon!"

It turned out that when the Dongfang tree was two feet away from the top of the high mountain, a mysterious red light flashed, and its falling body was firmly supported.

After floating in the air for a while, he fell to the top of the mountain, but was steadily caught by a pair of bony hands stretched out next to him.

At a distance of ten zhang high, there was no danger, and the small tree in the east stood up tremblingly, and looked up at the altar where Shui Ruohan was.

His right hand stretched out, gestured his middle finger, and after greeting her a hundred times, he sat on the ground with a feeling of floating and fluttering.

Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo......

A cry rang out suddenly, at first low, then unrestrained, and finally howling loudly like a torrent that opened the floodgates, filling the surrounding space, filling the whole night sky, as if the whole earth was whimpering, as if the whole night sky was crying.

The cry shook people's hearts, and everyone who heard the cry was unfree to feel sad in their hearts, and their emotions began to become low, and they couldn't help but cry, and even the clear night sky was filled with raindrops.

"The sky is crying, it is actually the sky crying, who, who is it? It must be you who robbed my immortal body, who is it, where is it, I will tear you apart, come out, come out ......"

The black-robed figure stood up and began to roar wildly at the unknown source of the cry, expressing his anger in his teeth and claws.

There was no sound response

There was only a cry.

In the heavens and on the ground, there was a cry.

Depression, an indescribable sense of depression envelops the quadrangular space.

Sadness, grief and indignation, even with a trace of unyielding and a trace of heroic emotions, filled the four directions, and one after another black shadows rose from the underground, plains, and mountains of the Wu Clan's holy land, and they all looked in the same direction, trembling and drifting in that direction.

Hundreds of thousands of skeletal armies climbing the mountains abruptly stopped advancing amid their cries.

More than half of the skeletal army held their heads in their hands, and the scarlet in their skulls flickered with the cry;

The soul fire in the remaining half of the skull suddenly burst into flames, raised a pair of bony hands, and launched an attack on the head-hugging skeleton without warning.

The clicking sound continued, and in less than a moment, more than half of the hundreds of thousands of skeletons with their heads were lost.

The soul fire was not only consumed by a small army of skeletons, but also by the bones on its body.

The army of skeletons, whose souls had suddenly more than doubled, looked at each other, and in a few moments rushed down the mountain like a tide, rushing towards the altar of dry bones.

Such a scene made the surviving people feel a little confused by the second monk.

Unconsciously wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he looked suspiciously at the skeletons that were killing each other, and the black shadows that floated one after another, constantly pouring towards the altar of dry bones.

There was even a voice that had been bewitching the living, bewitching the living to walk towards the altar of dry bones.

"You're crazy, it's too late to hide, you still want to make do with it, there is only one death charm, if you die this time, you will really die!"

"You're not coming back yet!"

Dong Wenlong and Dongfang Zhantian had the highest cultivation among a group of family disciples, and they shouted almost at the same time.

After the two glanced at each other, they each hummed and twisted their heads away, and the children of the five great families who woke up one after another in the cheers patted their chests one by one to show a scared expression.

Mo Xiaobai, Dongfang Qian and Xu Ziqing showed disgraced expressions, and walked hand in hand towards a sheltered place on the mountainside.

"Oriental madmen, don't compete with me, they are the leaders of the younger generation, they are our target!"

"The past ten years have really been in vain, and our fights are just a play in a greenhouse compared to them!"

"Although there is no big gain this time, this insight alone is priceless, the previous past has passed, count me Dong Wenlong wrong!"

Dong Wenlong leaned over to Dongfang Zhantian's side, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in a loud voice that had changed his character, full of emotion.

"Dong Bad Shui, if you change sex, I, Dongfang Zhantian, will no longer cultivate immortals!"

"Others don't know, but I know that you Dong Wenlong has a bad stomach, and on the surface he is extremely stiff with Li Yuanshengqi, but in fact they are all smoke bombs, and he almost wears a pair of pants in private."

"Since I'm talking about it today, I'll also make a statement, Qian'er is not something you can touch!"

"But the Dongfang family is not only Qian'er, so far, what goal do you want to achieve, what kind of price you must pay."

"Sister Xiaobai, you don't have to worry about it, the ancestor of the Mo family is back, and Sister Xiaobai is about to become its closed disciple!"

"If you want to get married, even if the ancestor of the Dong family comes forward in person, it is estimated that you will have to touch the ashes!"

Dongfang Zhantian flicked his wrinkled clothes, glanced at Dong Wenlong, stood up, patted his buttocks and walked towards the shelter on the mountainside.