Chapter 1372: The ancestors are back! (1/2)
”Chi Chi Chi Chi!”
In the great pit of demon fire, there was a burst of evil, demon, and distressing sounds.
It was like the smirk of thousands of demon heads from the depths of Jiuyou Huangquan, and it was like countless worms gathered together, twisting and wriggling!
No matter the Wuman monk, the ghost Qin cavalry, or the Xuanhu Iron Guard, they all felt the eardrum torn, the heart tightened, and the faint feeling of vomiting!
Even if the whole body is able to resist, it can't suppress the shock and fear in my heart!
The green ghost fire in the huge pit seemed to be doused with a scoop of hot oil. With a sound, it suddenly reached a height of tens of meters, like a fierce fire tree with teeth and claws.
Countless sparks are scattered like celestial flowers, shooting at the surrounding audience, like a real fire in the samādhi, growing in the wind, raging and raging, making the scene chaotic, everyone cried and screamed with their heads and rats!
”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
From the depths of the big pit, Venerable Black Moon's heart-piercing scream came, as if he was suffering the cruelest torture in the world.
All the Wuman monks looked at each other in horror, and needed to consume all their psionic energy to prevent their legs from trembling.
It was the first time they heard Venerable Black Moon, the number one master of Wunan Fifth Road, utter such a screaming scream.
Accompanied by the screams of Venerable Black Moon, there are waves of strange laughs that are higher than waves, a sharp and sharp hand, like a voice from the depths of rust and the cracks in the rock layer, screaming: ”Yan Wenlong, look clearly Who am I? Our decades of old accounts can finally be counted up!”
Yan Wenlong is the real name of Venerable Black Moon.
Since he became the Yuan Ying boss who ordered dozens of Dong villages and Megatron Wunan 5th Road, few people have dared to call his name directly.
Even the words ”Black Moon Venerable” are not something ordinary wizards dare to say.
The vast majority of shamans, when they see him, have to crawl on the ground, and respectfully call out ”Ancestor”!
But now, this ”old ancestor” has fallen into a tragic end in full view!
There were many wrinkles on his face, and the old Wuman monk faintly felt that this strange sound was familiar.
Not the tone, but the wicked, murderous taste contained in the tone!
They all frowned, remembering carefully.
Suddenly, one of the old witches trembled all over, his face turned green, and the strange cry of ”Uh uh uh” deep in his throat, he was shocked alive!
Venerable Black Moon had no strength to fight back under the ravages of that mysterious figure.
Even the high-pitched and violent screams at first turned into intermittent moans* after a while.
When the moaning* reached the weakest point, I suddenly heard hundreds of ”clicks, clicks, clicks” and condensed together, like the bones of Venerable Black Moon were broken and crushed in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, the demon fire ”screamed”, and it brightened a series of levels again, and a stream of plasma spewed up from the depths of the big pit, and was burned by the demon fire.
Only a few bones and half a skull were left, but in a flash, it was gone!
”call out!”
The green ghost fire instantly retracted into the big pit, and there was no more half of the spark.
The green mist in the big pit churned, and gradually surging out, like a vast lake of smoke, as if to fight against the sunrise.
With a radius of hundreds of meters, they are all shrouded in green mist.
This green fog is like a condensed by countless demons, possessing evil lives, making a ”hiss” sound to the surroundings, and stretch out tentacles from time to time, trying to drag the surrounding monks into the fog.
Even the witch-man monks who grew up in the smoky land of Wunan and were good at side-by-side ways and witchcraft techniques had never seen such a weird sight.
Not to mention the Black Tiger Iron Guard and Ghost Qin Knight from the Central Plains and the North!
Perceiving the powerful and unparalleled psychic coercion from the depths of the green fog, as if a behemoth is emerging from its cocoon, all the practitioners feel dry, double-stretched and at a loss!
In the center of the green mist, the waves rolled, gradually highlighting a cloud of mist the size of a human.
The fog group made a hissing sound, spreading around, and the mysterious figure who had just suppressed Venerable Black Moon finally revealed its original form!
At first glance, this person is not tall, slightly thin, and his face is as immature as a teenager.
But the fine wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, the black eyes that are as deep as the sea, and the gleaming fierce light from time to time, coupled with the slightly puckered lips, make it unclear his true age.
He wore a large green robe that seemed to be condensed by ghost fires. His black hair like waterfalls scattered all over his head casually. Under the background of the ghost fires, he rose without wind and danced wildly!
He was floating in the air, carrying his hands on his back, unscrupulously releasing a powerful and unmatched spiritual energy, waves tearing the air, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, spreading around in a circle.
He had just completely turned a Yuanying old monster into pus and wiped out the pus. To him, it seemed to be a trivial matter without any effort.
At this moment, facing hundreds of monks, including a Nascent Soul and a few Pill Formation, he didn't pay much attention to it.