"It's not good, run away. ”

Many monks panicked, stumbling and often running away, even Yang Chong and others were terrified, the Mahayana monks blew themselves up, the power was simply devastating, even the immortals retreated, how could they resist.

However, in the blink of an eye, the monstrous aura was overwhelming, pressing towards the main peak of the dragon, and the power of destruction was extremely domineering, shattering the sky, crushing the mountains, and everything was shattered.

Seeing that it was about to be destroyed, a stream of red gold suddenly rose from the main hall of the Witch God Sect, forming a thick wall to cover the sky and resist the torrent.

There was another muffled snort from outside the sky, and the arm that was as long as Tianhe was cracked inch by inch, and a little bit of blood was sprinkled, everyone was shocked, Wu Sheng's self-explosion was unexpected, and the ancestor of the martial arts family was caught off guard, and the entire arm was blown up and seriously damaged.

"Haha...... Wuda, your soul is wounded, your body is crippled, look at how arrogant you are, your end will come soon, this seat will wait for you to return with all the disciples in the underworld, in order to avenge the revenge of the sect. ”

The ink clouds rolled, the blood rain was like a waterfall, countless divine souls completely dissipated, and the last trace disappeared between heaven and earth.

Shen Mo showed a remnant soul, pointed to the north and looked up and laughed, like crazy, blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the originally condensed body became light as a cloud, and it was torn apart in a slight flicker, turning into pieces of spiritual light and dissipating.

Only a pair of bright eyes fell on Niu Er, and said lightly: "Thank you for your help, this Panlong Mountain will please you in the future." ”

A touch of soul fell, and when no one noticed, it instantly disappeared into the sea of Niu Erzhi.

It was a mark, and it seemed to be a mysterious pattern, a mysterious rune arrangement, and in the veins of cyan soul condensation, one figure after another fluttered and moved, like a flying immortal dancing sword, if the long river was in the air, and it seemed that someone was practicing all kinds of secret magic powers. The end of the wonder is unparalleled.

However, this pattern was covered with a layer of blood, like a prohibition, which made people unable to see clearly, and that familiar atmosphere made Niu Er's heart move and his brows furrowed.

Suddenly, a ray of golden sunlight pierced the sky, cutting through the thick clouds and mist, and the ink clouds quietly dispersed. The sky was once again gorgeous, the sun was scorching and the sky was clear.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had experienced a nightmare, their faces were pale, and their backs were drenched in cold sweat, soaking through their clothes.

It's just that when everyone's eyes fell on the Wu disciples, they suddenly became complicated and weird. There's anger, there's fear, and there's a little bit of inexplicable disdain.

Wu Kong and the others looked embarrassed, the previous battle. The inside story of the great war thousands of years ago was completely exposed, and the insidious role played by Wuda was known to the world, colluding with the demon clan and seizing humanity. Destroying the sect, each sect is a major crime of extermination.

It is conceivable that after three or two days. These news spread all over the world, and when the time comes, the entire Terran cultivation world will be united in hatred and hatred, and together they will suppress the Wu Clan, and the glory of the past will completely disappear, from a small holy land of the Terran Race, to a despicable family referred to by Qianfu.

"That's it, that's it, although my martial ancestor is ashamed of the human race in the world, as a member of the Wu clan, I can't escape. ”

Wu Kong sighed, his face was gloomy, as if he had aged for hundreds of years in an instant, and said: "Today, the old man can't stand the Niu Sect Master, and he can't stand the fellow Daoists, if you want to take revenge, even if you make a move, the old man will never resist." ”

Many monks looked at each other, but no one dared to really make a move, after all, the Wu clan still has an ancestor at the peak of Mahayana for the time being, and no one can suppress it if the immortals do not come out, and the huge family power will not collapse overnight.

The opening ceremony was held very simply, and many sect monks were all much more honest, not to mention the strong man in the main hall, it was the magnificent formation that resisted Wu Sheng's self-explosion, which also shocked everyone's hearts and did not dare to underestimate it.

After the ceremony was over, after some greetings, everyone dispersed, only Feng Sanding and Feiyun Holy Maiden and others stayed.

At the back of the main hall of the Witch God Sect, in a small stone room, two figures sat cross-legged, one of them was golden as if it was cast in pure gold, sitting still, and the other was a crane with a childish face, closing his eyes and contemplating.

A red flame swept in from the window, plopping down, and two figures fell, one old and one young, both covered in mud, with a blue nose and swollen face, especially the old man, whose face was pale, weak and weak, and gasping for breath, it was the two people who had been held hostage by Bi Fang before.

"Warrior King, huh...... Wrong. ”

When he saw the two people in the room, the old man suddenly jumped up, pointed at the person opposite the golden body and exclaimed, his face changed greatly, and then he fell silent again, and the light in his eyes flashed and he was shocked.

"No, no, big wrong. ”

The old man swept away his previous weakness, circled around Wu Shou a few times, and muttered, "Isn't the Martial King dead, how can he appear here, could it be a similar person?" No...... The qi on his body is exactly the same, and it must be his own. ”

"Is it ......?"

Suddenly, the old man was shocked, his eyes erupted with a bright light, and he stretched out his fingers and exclaimed: "Puppet, this is the puppet of Wushou's flesh body, the flesh skin left behind after the death of the original god!"

At this moment, Wu Shou's eyes opened and closed, and a cold glow suddenly bloomed in his black pupils, like the first beam of light between heaven and earth, and the stone room was shining brightly, and the monstrous coercion was like a stormy wave slapping for nine days, and the old man was startled.

"Oh my god, it's a corpse!"

"Phew, what are you calling nonsense, you old thing. ”

Bi Fang's small eyes squinted, a wing fanned over, patted him on the heel, and said: "This guy will pretend to be stupid, just now he said that he has no strength to walk, but now he can jump, show this king." ”

Bi Fang's body was like electricity, with strips of flames, flying up and down around the old man, where the small mouth fell, the heat was unbearable, the clothes were burned out of holes, the skin was red, the old man in pain screamed, like a monkey jumping up and down, but there was no scar.

The young man next to him was dumbfounded, stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, revealing a gap to watch, the unparalleled in the sky that he boasted on weekdays, the invincible master on the ground couldn't even beat a bird, and there were many holes burned in his clothes, and even his buttocks were exposed.

At this time, the stone door opened, Niu Er walked in from outside, Bi Fang leaned over with a smile, and said, "Niu boy, this king caught two spies for you, and also found a treasure." ”

As he spoke, Bi Fang twisted his tail, and a stone fell, slamming on the floor, half a square circle, with layers of cumbersome patterns carved on it, the veins were scarlet, like blood flowing, but there was no fishy smell, but a faint fragrance.

Niu Er's eyes flashed, and it became clear in an instant, the breath on this stone was slightly gloomy and cold, and there were some broken soul thoughts left, which was exactly the same as the breath left when the heavenly phenomena changed greatly, and it was obvious that the appearance of Yin Souls such as the Panlong Holy Maiden had a great relationship with this stone.

"What is this?" Niu Er asked in contemplation, his gaze turning to the old man.

The old man coughed dryly, his face was slightly embarrassed, he tidied up the robe on his body, raised his head with his chest straight, and said proudly: "The old man is the elder of the Hidden World Sect, passing by Panlong Mountain today, seeing that the yin qi here is vigorous, he has a slight understanding of the spiritual wit, and carved the Yin Soul Altar, but unexpectedly attracted the attack of the spirit pet of your sect, and captured the old man as a spy, and asked the Sect Master Niu to forgive me and let my master and apprentice leave." ”

"Hidden World Sect?"

Niu Er was surprised, his expression changed slightly, there are countless cultivators in this world, and many powerful people have opened up the world of Dongtian in order to avoid worldly disturbances, and have led their clansmen to live in it, living an isolated life, but every sect family has a profound heritage and unfathomable strength.

Without waiting for the old man to speak again, Bi Fang fanned his wings again, and sneered: "Fart, you old thing still want to deceive this king, and you don't know where to get a broken soul altar, you dare to claim to have a little understanding, it's really shameless." ”

"You...... How do you know?"

The old man was dumbfounded, he originally wanted to deceive, but he didn't expect Bi Fang to say the name of this thing as soon as he opened his mouth, as if he knew quite a lot.

"Thousands of years ago, the Nine Secluded Underworld disappeared, the reincarnation collapsed, the six realms were not revealed, the deceased creatures had no chance to reincarnate, and there were immortal and powerful people who studied the way of reincarnation with their lifelong efforts in order to seek immortality, although they ultimately failed, they created the Soul Altar, which is also a strange thing. ”

Bi Fang glared at the old man with disdain, and continued: "That great power, in the end, based on his own white bones, and mud from Huangquan blood and sand, carved the altar, and then used his own blood as the guide, the divine soul as the root, and the longevity as the sacrifice, he can cross the reincarnation of the ancient and modern, and summon the ancestral heroic souls that have passed between heaven and earth. ”

"However, after all, it is a character who has died a long time ago, no matter what your cultivation was during your lifetime, no matter how proud you are in the world, brave the ancient and modern, you can only leave a little immortal soul, even if you return, it is difficult to resurrect, in ancient times, only some big clans that have severed the inheritance will make this thing, summon the remnants of the ancient ancestors, and continue the Taoist system. ”

"I see, I see. ”

Niu Er nodded, no wonder the heavens and the earth were dim before, like the nine shadows of the underworld, countless ghosts were haunted, and the Panlong Sect Master and others who had passed away for thousands of years were summoned from nothingness.

However, there is indeed something strange about this thing, and the summoned soul can ensure that the spirit is not lost, and it is exactly the same as when he was alive, which is unbelievable.

"Hehe, being able to summon the lost heroic spirits of the Panlong Sect means that the people who sacrifice must be the disciples of the Panlong Sect, and their names are engraved in the souls to summon so many remnant souls, the old man is afraid that you don't have much life, or tell me honestly, who are you?"

Bi Fang's little eyes rolled and fell on the old man, quite curious.

The old man's face changed, and he finally gritted his teeth and sighed: "That's it, the old man is a true disciple of Panlong Mountain, and he should not have to worry about it." ”

Really!

Niu Er and Bi Fang glanced at each other and nodded, being able to sacrifice their own longevity and summon the lost soul must have a close relationship with Panlong Mountain, and against the Wu clan, I am afraid that only an unforgettable hatred can make people so crazy.

"The old man is about to die, and he doesn't have any luxury, he just hopes that Sect Master Niu can spare my grandson's life. ”

The old man's expression was gloomy, his brows were worried, and he glanced at the young man, pondered for a moment and said: "If Sect Master Niu is willing to accept my grandson as an apprentice, the old man can give away my secret vault that has been hidden in Panlong Mountain for tens of thousands of years." (To be continued......)