Sensing the strange abilities of the Blood River Clan, Liang Yan's mind raced and he quickly made a decision.
"Pass my command, behind the Feilong and Fuhu Palaces, the army will slowly retreat in a three-talented and nine-jue formation, and stop three hundred miles away!"
The Blood River tribe has its back against the Blood River! , almost invincible, it was unwise to fight on the edge of the Blood River, so Liang Yan ordered the army to retreat. As for whether to take a detour or attack by force, he would wait until they reached a safe place before making plans.
After hearing his order, the soldiers of the Bamboo Army immediately began to command their men to retreat without any hesitation.
Zhao Yi and Fu Hu stood in the rear, and the "Pudu Tianyin Formation" filled the sky with Buddha light, resisting the attacks of blood beasts and blood shadows. Zhao Yi and others were fighting and walking, covering the army slowly retreat.
At this moment, the blood river suddenly rolled violently, and a terrifying aura spread out, making Nanxuan's hundred thousand troops shudder.
Zhao Yi and Venerable Fu Hu both had solemn expressions on their faces, and even Liang Yan frowned slightly.
The next moment, the blood river suddenly parted, and a huge monster emerged from the bottom of the river.
This monster is over a thousand feet tall, and its entire body is made of blood and mud. It has countless twisted and struggling faces, and hundreds of arms that are intertwined and dancing like branches.
A violent aura spread from this monster's body.
"What is this?"
Most of the soldiers had a look of horror in their eyes, especially the monks with lower cultivation levels, who involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Want to leave? Wishful thinking! Hahaha"
The monster made a strange sound, as if there were thousands of people talking at the same time, men and women, old and young, no one knew where it was. A face is smiling.
"You outsiders and those who trespass into the Black Mountain Territory deserve to die! Beiming deserves to die, and so do you!"
"Now that you are here, then obediently become the blood food of our Blood River clan and become one of us!"
"Hahaha!"
At the same time, inside the monster's body There were all kinds of different sounds, some were laughing, some were crying, it was a mess!
Among the 100,000 monks in the Bamboo Army, many were affected by the sound, and their consciousness became confused. They covered their ears with their hands and almost went crazy. Even the "Pudu Tianyin Array" of Luo Tianshan "It can't be purified.
“Death!”
The monster shouted loudly, and thousands of streaks of blood emerged from the bottom of the river, as if they were streaks of red horses, streaking across the sky, heading straight for the incoming army.
The speed of this bloody light was extremely fast, and it was in front of the bamboo army in a blink of an eye. Venerable Fuhu was shocked and hurriedly made a magic spell. The lotus flower under his seat flashed and took the initiative to block the army.
"Shuai Liang, quickly lead the army to retreat, I will resist this evildoer!"
Venus Fuhu made a secret with one hand and turned the beads with the other. Layers of Buddha's light condensed in front of him, transforming into It is a golden Buddha with thousands of hands and eyes, trying to block the speeding blood light.
“Cuddling the tiger, no!”
Liang Yan shouted loudly and drew his sword decisively, but it was too late.
I saw countless bloody lights, like sharp swords, piercing the golden Buddha in mid-air, and at the same time pierced the golden light protecting the body of Lord Fuhu.
Poof!
Venus Fuhu groaned and fell from the golden lotus. The wound burst and blood spurted out!
“Uncle Master!”
Anxious shouts rang out from below, and the disciples of Luo Tianshan rushed over to catch the Lord Fuhu who fell from mid-air.
Those bloody lights wanted to pursue again, but were stopped by a sword light. Lightning and thunder were seen, the sword energy surged, and a purple thunder dragon circled in mid-air, blocking all the pursuing blood lights. Stirred into blood mist.
"Huh! Don't even think about leaving!"
The monster in the blood river made a sharp cry, hundreds of arms waved at the same time, and the blood light in mid-air spread to all sides. , actually formed a huge barrier, covering the Baiyun Road for hundreds of miles in front and behind.
“They are all my blood food, they are all my rations, come on, let’s become one!”
Amidst the laughter, the monster raised more than thirty arms at the same time and grabbed it from the air.
Blood-colored vortices suddenly appeared in the sky above the Bamboo Army. As the vortex rotated rapidly, a strange and inexplicable suction force came from it. Some of the bamboo soldiers who were not strong enough could not control their bodies and soared upward into the air. The people around them could not hold them back and could only watch as they were sucked into the whirlpool.
"Delicious, it is indeed delicious! The flesh and blood of you outside monks tastes better than the other seven races!"
"Hmph!"
That monster is intoxicated with itself At that moment, a cold snort suddenly came from the front, followed by a black sword light striking from the sky.
"Eager to seek death? Then I will help you!"
The monster laughed, and dozens more arms were raised high. The blood river in front of it was seen rolling violently, and a moment later it stretched out from the bottom of the river. A huge bloody hand firmly grasped the speeding sword light!
The sword light disappeared, and the sword energy also dissipated.
The monster's laughter became even more proud: "Why, aren't you very powerful? Even with this little method, you can get through our blood river. The clan’s territory?”
Nan Youyue, Hongyun and others saw it from a distance and immediately made a secret to come to support Liang Yan.
"Don't worry about me."
Liang Yan didn't look back and said through the message: "I can deal with this monster alone. You and the other monks of the Blood River tribe must protect the safe retreat of the army. "
"But you are so handsome." Nan Youyue's eyes showed worry.
"Don't worry, this thing can't do anything to me."
Liang Yan smiled softly and formed a magic formula in his hand.
The huge bloody hand in mid-air suddenly trembled, and then bottomless black holes appeared on the surface of the bloody hand, wildly devouring the surrounding blood.
“How is it possible for you!”
The monster shouted, and squeezed his bloody hands harder, only to see that the black hole was getting bigger and bigger, and the sword energy spread out in all directions, wherever it passed, The blood and water turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the bloody hand exploded in mid-air, turning into fluffy blood mist, and in the blood mist, a black sword lily could be faintly rotated slowly.
"It seems that you are nothing more than that."
Liang Yan sneered, and the black sword lotus crashed into the monster's abdomen. At the same time, the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword also turned into a thunder dragon, falling from the sky, and a The sword struck it in the head.
“Foreign monks, please stop being so arrogant!”
The monster yelled, and one of its arms quickly grew in size, reaching a length of a hundred feet. It reached out to the bottom of the Blood River and grabbed it. A blood-red stick-like weapon came up.
I don’t know what material the weapon was made of. The entire body was covered in blood. It also had the True Text mark of the Blood River Clan on it, exuding a ferocious aura.
when!
With a loud noise, the monster raised its blood stick and blocked Liang Yan's thunderous sword.
At the same time, the hundreds of strange faces on its body screamed at the same time, and long scarlet tongues spit out from its mouth, entangling the black sword lotus that was galloping towards it. Although the "Lightless Sword Sutra" contains dark laws that can neutralize the opponent's magical powers, these weird red tongues can continue to regenerate. No matter how the black sword lotus turns, the red tongues cannot be completely wiped out. Instead, they are trapped in the original place. land.
The monster used his great supernatural power to catch Liang Yan's two sword rays, and was about to fight back when he saw another sword ray falling from high in the sky.
The Mayfly Sword Pill penetrated straight into the monster's head, from top to bottom, and penetrated with one sword! At the same time, there was a flash of space behind the monster, the Dingguang Sword Pill flew out, and he cut it in half with a horizontal sword strike.
Two sword lights, one green and one silver, drew a "ten" in mid-air.
As the two sword lights crossed each other, this strange monster was cut into four huge pieces of meat, and countless blood spurted out, like a volcano erupting.
“Good swordsmanship!”
When everyone in Nanxuan saw this scene from a distance, they couldn’t help but cheer. The monster that they thought was extremely powerful could not stop their own commander. The sharp sword edge!
But before everyone could be happy for a long time, the surface of the blood river rolled again, and countless blood flowed upstream, condensing into shape in a very short period of time.
It is actually the same monster again, even the breath is exactly the same as before!
"Hahaha, you can't kill me!"
The monster laughed crazily: "No matter how powerful your magical powers are, as long as you are in this river of blood, I will be invincible. Defeat! Even if you can kill me once or twice, there will always be a time when you are exhausted, and you will be dead by then!"
After hearing these words, Liang Yan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Speaking of rebirth with blood, it seemed that he could do it
But he didn't want to waste time, let alone reveal his trump card in front of a hundred thousand troops, so he sneered and pinched the sword in his hand again.
Four sword lights descended from the sky without reservation, launching a new round of attack on the monster.
While Liang Yan was leading the army to fight fiercely with the Blood River tribe, something strange happened in a valley thousands of miles away on Baiyundao.
This valley is very secretive, the interior is scarlet, and the mountain walls are carved with dense rune marks, three inches into the stone, and the middle is filled with blood.
There is a huge pond suspended in the sky in the middle of the valley. The inside of the pond is filled with tumbling blood. There are ninety-nine black chains running through it, and the other end is connected to the blood-colored runes on the mountain wall.
This blood pool is like a fountain, with a steady stream of blood emerging from the bottom, and then pouring out of the blood pool, turning into six blood rivers, flowing outside the valley.
Under the blood pool , there are hundreds of figures sitting cross-legged.
Judging from their appearance, these people should be monks from the Blood River tribe. They are meditating under the blood pool, with their eyes closed, and the magic formulas in their hands are constantly changing. It seems that they are using some kind of magical power.
However, most people frowned, as if they had encountered some difficulty.
Such a quiet and strange atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time, until one of the old men suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange expression on his face, and a trace of doubt in his eyes.
The rest of the people felt something strange and opened their eyes one after another, turning their gazes towards the old man.
"Patriarch, what's wrong with you?" someone asked with concern.
The old man did not answer, and silently used his magical power. After checking it carefully for a moment, he slowly said: "Just now I felt something strange in my body, which made me uneasy. I don't know what went wrong."
After hearing this, everyone else's expressions changed and they were surprised: "That man actually has such magical powers? Can he still hurt the clan leader from such a long distance?"
"Impossible!"
The old man replied very definitely: "Although his sword cultivation method is powerful, at most it can only defeat 'all evil', but it is impossible to obliterate 'all evil'. We will wait." It is impossible to be harmed by his magical power if it is controlled remotely using secret techniques. This is nonsense."
"What did you feel just now, Patriarch?" Some people hesitated to speak.
“Perhaps I’m just too worried.”
The old man shook his head, and then said with a firm face: “The Holy Land will never allow outsiders to interfere. The Fantasy Clan colludes with outsiders. Let’s remember it first. We will pay this debt and carry out crusade in the future, but in today’s battle, we must completely wipe out this Nanxuan army and make them the food of our Blood River Clan.”
"Clan leader, don't worry! Nourished by the blood of the Fallen Spirit Pool, our Blood River Clan is an immortal existence. We just need to spend a little more time and we can always kill all these outsiders." A member of the Blood River Clan. The elder laughed.
"Yeah"
The old man nodded, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but no sound came out, and his face suddenly changed.
The next moment, the old man covered his chest with his hands, with a look of pain in his eyes.
This time, everyone could see clearly and knew that there was something wrong with the old man's body.
"Chief, what's wrong with you?"
Several elders with the best connections rushed over and supported the shaky patriarch.
"I, I think"
The old man covered his chest and felt severe pain in his body. The back of his head seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer, and his soul began to shake. .
“Ugh!”
There was another muffled groan, and in full view of everyone, the old man's body trembled, and a shadow that looked the same as himself appeared behind him.
The shadow was so light and uncontrollable that it soared upward into the sky.
Even though the old man tried his best to pull back the phantom, he was still unable to do so. He could only watch the phantom getting farther and farther away from him.
“That’s the soul of the clan leader!” someone exclaimed.
“Calling souls and capturing souls, this is the secret technique of the witch clan!”
Everyone in the Blood River tribe reacted. At this moment, a clear bell rang at the entrance of the valley.
Dingle bell, dinged bell!
Although the ringtone is not loud, it clearly appears in everyone's ears. It is extremely weird!
“The Soul-Calling Holy Bell is indeed from the Witch Clan!”
The Blood River Clan monks in the valley became furious at this moment.
"How dare you attack our clan leader?!"
"Fight them!"
The Blood River clan was excited, but several elders with advanced cultivation levels were not. From the chaos, they all came to the clan leader's side and fired several spells continuously to help the clan leader temporarily stabilize his soul and prevent it from being arrested by the soul-calling holy bell.
At the same time, at the entrance of the valley, a group of monks wearing black robes and cloaks walked in from outside.
The leader of the group held a voodoo doll in his left hand. It looked somewhat similar to the leader of the Blood River clan, except that it was covered with gold needles. He held a golden bell in his right hand, shaking it gently and making a tinkling sound. The weird sound of ringing.
"Hahaha, Son of the Blood God, you're fine!" the man in black robe said with a smile.
The Blood God Son is the patriarch of the Blood River Clan. With the help of several elders, he has temporarily stabilized his soul, but his face is a little haggard.