Chapter 492: The crying soul shows its power, and the Holy Lord takes action!
As soon as this giant ape appeared, it instantly attracted everyone's attention.
It twisted its huge head and looked towards the faintly visible bronze-armored corpse in the black mist in the distance.
The two long arms of the giant ape suddenly shook up, and it beat its chest, making a dull sound, and its mouth roared with excitement. Then, it kicked off its limbs, and within a few ups and downs, it was close to the group of bronze-armored corpses.
Those bronze-armored corpses seemed to be alert to the appearance of the giant ape, and they took to the air one after another without anyone's command.
They exhaled bursts of black air from their mouths, and released powerful corpse air from their hands, which condensed into a huge black cloud and enveloped the giant ape.
Although the cultivation level of these corpse refiners is not very advanced, when they release this corpse energy together, even the monks in the Nascent Soul stage need to avoid its sharp edges temporarily and dare not resist easily.
However, facing this black energy, the giant ape showed no fear of dodge. Instead, he raised his huge head and snorted lightly at the black energy with his big nose.
Two thick yellow beams of light suddenly spurted out from the giant ape's nose with a humming sound, turning into a piece of yellow cloud and sweeping towards the black cloud as fast as lightning.
Between expansion and contraction, those black clouds were like whales sucking in the sea. Without any resistance, Huang Xia was swept into the giant ape's mouth.
These corpse-refining spirits had extremely low consciousness, so they couldn't help but froze for a moment when they saw this situation.
Taking this opportunity, the giant ape kept humming in its nose, and yellow clouds rolled out. This time, the glow sprayed directly onto these refined corpses. All the black gas emitted from all the refined corpses was sucked away by the glow.
The refined corpses that had lost all their corpse energy turned into dead objects and fell directly from the air. In mid-air, they turned into clouds of gray smoke and disintegrated into nothingness.
For a moment.
Hundreds of corpses refining in the air were swept away by the giant ape.
The giant ape stretched out his huge tongue and licked his upper lip, then cast his greedy eyes on the other corpses on the ground.
Those ordinary corpse-refining ones just paid it back, they didn't know the meaning of fear at all, and remained indifferent, but the three corpse kings in the pill-forming stage were in a commotion, with hesitation and fear in their eyes.
The other monks and magicians were stunned by the giant ape's magical power.
The black-robed woman was even more horrified. She ignored the strange looks on the faces of the skinny old man, the woman named Le, and the other people, as well as the somewhat strange situation in the scene. She turned into a ball of yellow light and shot straight at the giant ape.
When she saw the giant ape open its mouth and the yellow light loomed in its nose, she raised her hand in anger and made a swipe sound. A ray of purple light turned into a giant blade several feet long and slashed at the giant ape.
But before the giant blade could get close to the giant ape, a slight thunder suddenly sounded, and silver lightning flashed. Yang Gan, covered in golden scales and green flames, appeared strangely on the giant ape's shoulder. The same sound appeared on the giant ape's shoulder. He raised his hand and reached out to grab it unceremoniously.
There was a loud "clang" sound, green flames and purple lights intertwined, and the giant blade was tightly held in Yang Gan's palm. He didn't even shake his body, and then squeezed it sharply.
Click!
The giant purple blade suddenly shattered into large pieces of starlight. The woman in black robe was suddenly in severe pain and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with horror.
"Do the demon cultivators from the Yinluo Sect really think that there is no one in the south of my country?" Yang Gan looked at the black-robed woman and said calmly.
Then he rubbed his hands together, and there was a loud thunderclap sound, and golden arcs of different thicknesses suddenly appeared on his body, bouncing around and making them dazzling.
"Evil-proof divine thunder!" The woman in black robe, whose mind was damaged and was about to attack with a secret magic technique, screamed.
Before she could say anything, Yang Qian waved his hands, and a golden net rumbled over his head.
There was a look of horror in the woman's eyes, and her body turned into a piece of light smoke, which shot back, narrowly escaping the siege of the golden net.
Yang Gan's face was expressionless, and the wind and thunder wings suddenly spread out from behind him, and the person suddenly disappeared from the place.
Seeing this, the woman in black robe noticed the green flames on Yang Qian's body, which were clearly the same as the flames of the sacred birds of the Mulan clan. She glanced at the strange expressions of the skinny old man and the woman surnamed Le, and she suddenly became suspicious. , an ominous premonition quietly grew in my heart.
Although the woman in black robe did not hear the voice of Mulan Sacred Bird, she could see that the situation in the field had undergone an incredible reversal. She hurriedly raised her hands slightly, made a hand seal without hesitation, and swayed slightly.
Her whole body was blurred for a while, and then, seven or eight women with the same face and body shape seemed to come out of the void and stood beside her.
These women looked like real people, their movements were consistent, and they suddenly dispersed and flew in all directions.
They all turned into streaks of yellow light, making it impossible to tell which one was the true form of the woman in black robe!
The silver arc flashed, and Yang Qian appeared where the woman was standing with a slight thunder.
He looked at the many escaping lights scattered around, but he didn't panic at all. Instead, there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Gan let out a low drink, and his figure suddenly became blurred. Then in a flash, seven identical Yang Gan appeared strangely, standing side by side.
This scene naturally made the woman in black robes startled and said something bad in her heart. Before she could think of a countermeasure, she saw seven Yang Gans turning into a stream of light and sprinting towards her.
At the same time, the seven figures of Yang Gan had sneers on their faces, blue light flashed deep in the pupils of their eyes, and the magical power of Ming and Qing Ling Eye was displayed.
All the yellow light of this black-robed woman is a virtual shadow. Instead, it is an almost invisible figure not far away, quietly leaving this place.
Although she had some hindsight, the woman in black robe clearly noticed that something was wrong.
At present, the Mulan clan and the Tiannan clan seem to have reached a cease-and-desist agreement for some reason. Now it is safest to leave this place as soon as possible.
With this thought in her mind, the woman in black robe couldn't help but glance back, and she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw seven Yang Gan figures chasing her phantom.
But suddenly, an inexplicable chill enveloped his body. He turned his head suddenly and saw a slender golden arc shooting out.
The speed was so fast that the woman in black robe had no chance of dodging.
With a bang, the golden arc of electricity shot unceremoniously onto the shoulder of the black-robed woman. After a thunderbolt, the woman screamed, and as if she had encountered a nemesis, she appeared from the air and fell down.
And Yang Qian spread his wings behind his back, and the person disappeared in an instant with the sound of thunder. But suddenly he reappeared among the lightning and flints, floating quietly behind the fallen woman. A palm covered with faint blue flames gently pressed on the woman's neck.
"Zila" sound!
As crisp as cracked ice, a layer of blue frost instantly covered the woman's body.
The woman in black robe only had time to feel the coldness for a moment, and then she lost all consciousness. Her entire body was sealed by the ruthless frost, and she turned into an ice statue, falling straight from the sky.
Yang Qian was suspended in the air quietly, but he had already prepared his other hand. When he raised it, countless slender arcs danced like spiritual snakes, and a golden net instantly opened in the air, tightly binding the ice statue. Inside. In an instant, a deep chill flashed across Yang Gan's face, and bright golden light burst out from the ice statue.
Accompanied by bursts of shattering sounds, the black-robed woman's body instantly turned into countless tiny ice crystals and disappeared into the boundless void without a trace.
The only thing left in the power grid is a female cultivator Yuanying with picturesque features.
This Nascent Soul's face was as pale as paper, obviously well aware of the power of the evil-dispelling divine thunder, and his face was full of fear.
Yang Gan stared at the female cultivator Yuanying with cold eyes. He flicked the golden arc in his hand to destroy the Yuanying in one fell swoop.
However, the black-robed woman Yuanying suddenly let out a series of piercing screams:
"You can't kill me. My husband is the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect, one of the ten major demon sects in the Jin Dynasty. If you kill me, this sect and you will definitely fight to the death!" Her voice was clear and sad.
"Really? Hehe," Yang Qian suddenly burst out with a bright smile, but on his face covered with golden scales, there was a hint of ferocity that was difficult to hide, "Don't worry, that Taoist monk who is insidious. The leader of Luo Zong, I will send him underground to reunite with you right away!”
When the woman Nascent Soul heard this, she was stunned for a moment and felt extremely cold.
"No! How dare you!" The black-robed woman's Nascent Soul was twisting wildly, her voice full of panic.
However, Yang Qian no longer had the patience to struggle with her any longer. He urged the spell in his heart, and in an instant, the golden net suddenly tightened, and the black-robed woman's Nascent Soul was tightly wrapped, and then the electric arc jumped and exploded amidst the thunder.
The Nascent Soul of the Taoist Companion of the Yinluo Sect did not even utter a cry, and just disappeared into ashes.
Yang Gan glanced at the crying souls that were still wreaking havoc in the corpse refining group, but did not recall them immediately. He first sent a message to Long Han. Looking at the other party's expression of surprise and disbelief, Yang Gan smiled slightly and stood up quickly. In a flash, he disappeared in an instant.
The next moment, Yang Qian appeared in front of the woman named Le and the skinny old man as if he teleported.
The two looked at each other. Although their hearts were full of tangles, they did not dare to disobey Mulan Holy Bird's order, so they could only shout.
"Holy Lord!"
"Huh, Yang, no matter what you think in your mind, you should have heard what Senior Mulan said." Yang Gan snorted expressionlessly, without any emotion or anger in his words.
The woman surnamed Le and the skinny old man looked at each other silently. They understood in their hearts that since Mulan Sacred Bird gave the order, the situation was obviously beyond their control.
Moreover, whether it is a divine master in the late Yuanying stage, a great master in the ordinary Yuanying stage, a guru in the elixir formation stage, or a low-level magician with other cultivation levels, because the seeds of spiritual magic have been planted in the body , can only obey the orders of Mulan Sacred Bird unconditionally.
Otherwise, if the spiritual seeds are withdrawn, at least half of one's own magical power will be lost, or at worst, the person will die from the backlash.
This is also one of the conditions for the Holy Bird of Mulan to drop the spiritual seeds. Otherwise, no one would be so kind.
As for Yang Qian, as the holy master of the Mulan clan designated by Mulan Sacred Bird, he has a noble status and prominent power. His status is second only to Mulan Sacred Bird among the Mulan clan.
It can be said that he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
The skinny old man, Master Mulan, did not dare to disobey easily even if he was dissatisfied.
"But don't worry, I don't have any thoughts about the Mulan Temple. In the future, you can still rule your own territory. I will even help you regain the Mulan grassland that originally belonged to you and repel the unexpected people. It's not impossible." Yang Qian seemed to see some of the skinny old man's thoughts, and said gently to reassure him.
Yang Qian knew that the skinny old man and other masters of Mulan, who were great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, would never let others do what they wanted, even if they had the spiritual seeds of Mulan's holy bird, so he naturally took care of them at the moment. face.
As soon as these words came out, the woman named Le and the skinny old man breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, at least on the surface, the other party did not show an aggressive attitude.
This is not because they deeply believe in Yang Qian's character, but because they trust Mulan's holy bird.
After all, the Holy Bird of Mulan has been worshiped by them sincerely for tens of thousands of years, and its power of faith is extremely profound.
"Give me the Yuanming Lantern." Yang Gan's voice was calm, but there was an irresistible meaning in his tone.
Hearing this, the woman named Le pursed her lips, turned her head and looked at the skinny old man. The old man's eyelids twitched, and then he turned away as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, Holy Master!" The woman surnamed Le sighed softly and had no choice but to hand over the Yuan Ming Lantern.
Yang Qian took the Yuan Ming Lantern and rubbed it slightly with his palm. With a flash of light in his eyes, a wisp of green flame spurted out from his mouth and merged into the Yuan Ming Lantern.
With the influx of green flames, a bright green stream of light shot out from the Yuan Ming Lantern, turning into a three-foot-long feather that flickered on and off, trembling.
Yang Qian's other hand quickly reached out and grabbed Ling Yu into his hand.
The skinny old man and the woman surnamed Le only had time to glance at each other. Yang Qian had already put the feathers into the storage ring, and then he handed the Yuan Ming Lantern back to the woman surnamed Le as if nothing had happened. generally.
The woman surnamed Le took it with a sigh of relief, feeling as if she had found a lost treasure.
Although I don’t know what the green streamer was just now, it was obviously something that Mulan Holy Bird had told me about, so the woman named Le naturally didn’t have the guts to ask.
Now as long as the Yuanming Lantern is not lost and safe, in the future, through the use of secret spells, we can continue to summon the Mulan Sacred Bird to come.
The skinny old man's expression changed several times, but in the end, he remained silent and chose silence.
At the same time, Yang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly. After seeing the crying soul from a distance destroying the last bronze-armored corpse outside, he waved to it without hesitation.
Immediately, a burst of black light flowed from the soul-crying beast, and it shrank in an instant, turning into a black rainbow and shooting into the spirit beast bag on Yang Gan's waist.
It all happened in a flash of lightning.
After receiving the cry soul beast, Yang Qian smiled faintly and was about to say something more to the skinny old man and the woman named Le.
But suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound in the sky, and a dark cloud descended from high altitude. Countless green thunderfires were hundreds of feet wide and rolling in the cloud, and the whole sky suddenly changed color.
"Who dares to kill the wife of my sect leader? I will extract his soul and refine his soul to wash away this blood feud!" A thunderous roar came from the clouds, and the voice was that of the sect leader of the Yinluo Sect. .
(End of chapter)