Ten days later, the battle resumed, and the Blood Ghost Clan from the 33rd Heaven, under the leadership of the Young Saint Ancestor Ghost Owl, challenged the Dream Spirit Butterfly Clan on the 21st Day.

This battle still received unprecedented attention, because the Blood Demon Clan had completed the feat of winning ten games in a row, and even threatened to kill directly until the tenth day, and everyone wanted to see if they could get there.

The ring was a void battlefield that was directly opened up on the twenty-first day, and the first battle was fought by the Holy Ancestors of the two clans alone.

"You admit defeat, while I'm in a good mood." Facing the female saint ancestor of the Dream Butterfly Clan, the night owl said this in the first sentence, as arrogant and rude as ever.

Meng Qinglan shook her head and sighed: "Take a step back, the Dream Butterfly Clan is about to fall into the abyss, so no matter how difficult this battle is, I can only fight with all my might." ”

The night owl also shook his head and said indifferently: "I originally thought that one of the only two female saint ancestors in Gu Yu would be different from other mediocre people, but in the end it was still just a pitiful worm struggling in bondage, you let me down." ”

When the words fell, he slapped out his palm, and a venerable demon law appeared from the netherworld and fell from the void.

Surrounded Meng Qinglan.

This is one of the natal supernatural powers of his blood ghost clan, ten thousand ghosts worship death!

Just as Meng Qinglan was on guard, the ferocious aura on the faces of the thousands of evil ghosts suddenly converged, all revealing piety, even holiness, and then, for some reason, they bent down at the same time, as if they were extremely respectful and bowed deeply to her.

However, under this worship, an invisible but creepy strange force surged, making her instantly feel that she had fallen into an unprecedented desperate situation of life and death.

She didn't even have time to summon the body of the demon god, a purple butterfly flew out of her hair, its wings flashed rapidly, and a crystal purple light dust was sprinkled, and under the stroke of her hands, a purple shield was formed to wrap herself, taking her to withstand the power of the ten thousand ghosts.

But then, the thousands of ghosts straightened up without pause and began the second worship, after this worship, there was no strong fluctuation, but the purple light shield composed of countless dreams instantly collapsed with a roar.

In the third worship, Meng Qinglan's whole person was shocked and retreated more than ten feet away, and the snow-white gauze on her chest was even more red with blood, which looked shocking.

The ghost owl shook his head, the disappointment in his eyes was even worse, and he didn't even look at Meng Qinglan anymore, as if he was sure that she was going to die.

But at this moment, Meng Qinglan let out a low shout from his mouth: "Dream, the end of a lifetime!" ”

The purple butterflies above her head fluttered up and down, and patches of purple mist instantly diffused out, and wherever the mist shrouded, all divine thoughts and eyes were cut off.

The purple Shenhua is hazy and mysterious, like a dream, and in a moment, the thousands of ghosts summoned by the ghost owl are all enveloped, and then there is unprecedented quiet, as long as the eyes fall on the purple thing, people have a feeling that their thinking has become slow, and everything is very illusory, as if the whole world has become a dream.

Soon, when the purple light mist dissipated, I was shocked to see that there were still some powerful ghosts there? There was only one broken soul, with a look of satisfaction and relief, which dissipated with wisps of green smoke.

Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts, and so was Bai Fan, it stands to reason that this situation should not have happened to him.

"What's wrong?" Qi Yunchen seemed to feel his tremors.

Bai Fan muttered secretly, "How do I feel...... She doesn't look like the magic power of the ancient clan? It made me feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it for a while......"

"It seems that this female saint ancestor of the Dream Butterfly Clan is really not simple, but the gap in strength between her and the night owl is too big, and it can't be reversed by this magical power."

It seems that in order to verify Qi Yunchen's words, although he blocked the night owl's style, but immediately after, Meng Qinglan was even more precarious under the opponent's fierce attack, even if he summoned the body of the demon god, he was still beaten by the night owl just by relying on his body to vomit blood, and finally had to admit defeat.

"Holy Ancestor ......" Meng Lingyun and the others surrounded Meng Qinglan, who had retreated from the ring, looking at her pale face, all showing worry.

Meng Qinglan looked at the clansmen who looked weak compared to the rest of the fierce and vicious ancient monks, and sighed helplessly: "Hey...... Night owl, this person, is not the third step supreme invincible, there is no hope in this battle, then you go through the motions, take the initiative to admit defeat when the situation is not good, we have to save our strength to face the more difficult situation in the future. ”

"I'll go for the second game, no matter what, we must win the next one, otherwise the other races will only look down on us more, and there will only be more wolves who want to gnaw a piece of meat from us." The male cultivator of the Dream Butterfly Clan, who looked vicissitudes of life and was called the eldest brother by Meng Lingyun, came out of the crowd and resolutely flew onto the battlefield.

Opposite him, there was already a Blood Ghost Clan monk with a scar on the left side of his face, wearing a white bone battle armor, and when he saw him on the stage, he sneered: "I thought that the men of the Dream Butterfly Clan would only hide behind women and tremble, it turns out that there are still those who have not cut their eggs." ”

"Then have you ever seen the Dream Butterfly Clan kill people?" The male cultivator of the Dream Butterfly Clan said coldly, and then a cyan butterfly with jagged edges on both wings, and endless sword light suddenly flew out of the void, instantly merging with him, summoning the body of the Demon God of the Dream Butterfly Clan.

This is a figure with butterfly wings on its back, and even its face is wrapped in cyan scale armor, the body is not tall, and the normal person is slightly larger, holding two cyan thin swords, and the next moment it appeared in front of the blood demon clan monk without warning, and the double swords instantly cut through the white bone armor outside his body, leaving two blood holes in his shoulders.

The speed of the Dream Butterfly Clan was very amazing, and this male cultivator took this advantage to the extreme, supplemented by the Dream Butterfly Clan's dream confusion hints, for a while, the Divine Ancestor of the Blood Ghost Clan was covered in blood before he could touch his head, and he was almost dismembered by Ling Chi.

The Dream Butterfly Clan finally won a small game because of this.

But Bai Fan secretly shook his head, through these two scenes, he finally saw the biggest weakness of the Dream Butterfly Clan, that is, there was no powerful supernatural power that could be finalized!

If they are given enough time to calmly lay out their dreams and cast illusions, they can indeed grind powerful opponents to the death, but real duels often distinguish victory and defeat in an instant, where will they have so much time to prepare?

The power of dreams is in the same vein as the true and false Dao in the Nine Supreme Laws, but they are completely inferior to Daoxiu's dreamlike power, and can create terrifying power that destroys reality in the unreal.

With such an Achilles' heel, the Dream Butterfly Clan could not become a real strong clan after all, and it was impossible to go too far in the cruel Gu Yu.

Sure enough, the male cultivator who could be said to be the strongest among the younger generations of the entire Dream Butterfly Clan, was immediately in the second small game, and a Blood Ghost Clan God Clan who came out of the night owl directly attacked with a stormy wave, and was blasted out of the battlefield without the slightest respite, and the whole person was extremely seriously injured and almost died in the ring.

"There's one more game to come, who's going to go? We can't let anyone laugh at us for not even being able to finish three games, right? Meng Lingyun looked at the elites and elders of the Dream Butterfly Clan, but what he got was silence, everyone knew that they were already bound to lose, and they didn't want to be embarrassed again, and they didn't want to fight against the madmen of the Blood Demon Clan, and they risked being killed in the ring.

"The Dream Butterfly Clan is really as rumored, it all depends on the female ancestor Meng Qinglan alone, and the other clansmen are really vulnerable."

"Isn't it, I don't even have the courage to fight, and it's really unbelievable that such a race can occupy the twenty-first day for so long."

"Hey...... They were defeated, I have long coveted the women of the Mengdie clan, and it is said that there is an indescribable wonder in using the women of this clan as a ding furnace......"

Under the battlefield, although the monks of the Dream Butterfly Clan occupy more than ninety percent, there are also many monks who have come to watch the battle from several other heavens, and when they see such a scene in the Dream Butterfly Clan, they began to mock unabashedly, the ancient clan has always respected the strong and bullied, and the more incompetent and bloodless the Dream Butterfly Clan becomes, the more it will be coveted.

"Since no one in the Dream Butterfly Clan dares to fight again, please rule that my Blood Demon Clan wins." The monk of the Blood Demon Clan in the ring waited for a while, and when he saw that no one had come to the stage to fight, the corners of his mouth showed disdain, and he saw that he no longer glanced in the direction of the Dream Butterfly Clan, and said directly in the direction of the referee.

At this time, Meng Lingyun's eyes were red, and his teeth were almost crushed. yelled: "Forget it, since you don't dare to go, then I'll go!" ”

As soon as these words came out, an elder immediately shouted, "Don't mess around, what can you do as a person who has just been promoted to a Divine Ancestor?" This defeat is decided, there is no need to go up again and give the lives of the clansmen, as for the gossip of others, let them say it's good to go. ”

"You think it's just gossip? This is the last dignity of the Dream Butterfly Clan! You all look down on yourselves, no wonder everyone regards my Dream Butterfly Clan as fish. Meng Lingyun's heart was like ashes, she really didn't know what to say anything about such a group of clansmen.

Not far away, the female ancestor Meng Qinglan, who was recuperating with her eyes closed, and the male cultivator who had come to power before also sighed, this is the nature of the Dream Butterfly Clan, it is difficult to change, in fact, according to common sense, the Dream Butterfly Clan should not have today's status at all, and now all this is like returning to all the original trajectories.

Meng Lingyun stubbornly walked towards the ring, her lonely back made people feel sad, and she herself felt extremely desolate, hesitant and helpless in her heart.

But at this moment, a figure stood in front of her and said, "How about leaving this scene to me?" ”

Meng Lingyun looked at the slightly unfamiliar face in front of him and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?" On the other side is the killing god of the blood demon clan. ”

"Don't be afraid, I have a lot of strength!"

"What's the use of having a lot of strength?

Bai Fan, who appeared as an incarnation, smiled slightly: "I believe in a miracle!" ”

Meng Lingyun: "......"