Chapter 179 The Patriarch of the Yinhun Sect
However, Lu Ye was afraid of what would happen. He watched the mist below turn in a whirlpool, and then five pale fingers squeezed out from below like a hole!
When the hand squeezed out, the magic circle outside Hantan suddenly flashed with golden light, and the golden runes on the rock walls of the pool cave around Lu Ye also lit up.
After all the runes were lit, they finally formed a net covering the pale hand.
"Hiss..." Lu Ye's expression changed, "Is there really a golden elixir level ghost here?"
"It's okay, okay," he said with a forced smile, "This Yinhun sect has set up a formation, it shouldn't be a decoration..."
Lu Ye just finished his words.
Poof!
But I saw the five fingers of that hand thrust upward like a sword!
The golden rune net was actually pierced by it!
Crackling golden sparks hit the pale palm, and the "flesh" that made up the palm was peeled off, fell, and turned into a ball of mist that was scattered.
However, Lu Ye watched as the palm of his hand stretched upward inch by inch, and when he got to the back, he even freed his entire powerful arm.
Lu Ye’s face was dark.
“Damn it, are the Shadow Sect reliable?”
“This life-saving formation is actually a shoddy project?”
He cursed anxiously, and upon hearing the sound, the outstretched arm suddenly grabbed his feet, his fingers spread wide, and there was a sound of breaking wind.
Brush!
Lu Ye hurriedly curled up and shrank his legs, almost in danger of being touched. He didn't want to try the consequences of being touched by this ghost's hand.
That arm couldn't hold him. The five fingers stood upright in the sky, acting like headless flies. Each finger could rotate 360 degrees.
As if sniffing the breath of living people with your fingertips, they all turned around, but they managed to avoid fighting and interfering with each other.
Lu Ye held his breath and held on to his feet, not daring to fall.
Brush!
As if smelling something, five fingers pointed exactly in the direction of Lu Ye.
Right under Lu Ye’s face.
Those five fingertips suddenly differentiated into several organs on the human face.
There are eyes the size of soybeans on the tips of the big and second thumbs.
The nostrils on the fingertips of the third and fourth thumbs are pointing upward - they are really pointing upward!
The smallest thumb has a small cherry mouth-it is really smaller than a cherry!
Then the five fingers moved nimbly, and reluctantly made the eyes, nostrils, and mouth into an inverted shape, and finally placed them in place.
The little cherry mouth sucked fiercely at the surroundings, and a large cloud of dense fog was immediately attracted. Surrounding the eyes, nostrils and mouth, it barely formed the shape of a human head, with a high crown on it!
The mist simulates a high crown, a hosta, long beard, and even two ears.
If you don’t look at the eyes, nose, and mouth, and just look at the other parts of his attire, he should be a majestic man. If paired with the soybean eyes pointing up to the sky, the nose, and the cherry mouth, it is almost impossible to see the explosion.
Lu Ye’s scalp is numb. What the hell is coming out of this?
The last time Yulongtu dealt with Xu Guang, a middle-level Qi practitioner, he almost burst himself.
I wonder if I can swallow this obviously more powerful soul?
Moreover, it may also be a golden elixir level soul body!
"Junior..." The mist formed the man's head. Huang Dou stared at Lu Ye for a moment, and a hoarse voice suddenly came from Cherry's mouth.
“Are you the blood food sent to me by those rebellious juniors of the Yinhun sect?”
“Why don’t you follow the rules and go one foot further? To the three foot position?”
The road is as cold as an ice cellar.
Three feet deep, that is the ultimate black hanging lock magic weapon, which corresponds to the golden elixir perfection state.
The soybean eyes blinked, and the cherry mouth said dissatisfied.
"Don't put it three feet deep."
"But how can I eat it?"
Lu Zhiyi was moved and shouted hurriedly.
"Senior, you misunderstood."
"This junior is a disciple of the Yinhun Sect. He accidentally made a small mistake and was punished by the leader, so he only went to the two-foot position to receive some training. It has nothing to do with you. Please come back. ! "
In the deep pool, the face made of thick fog was stunned, and then the foggy eyebrows on the foggy face stood up, the soybean eyes widened, and suddenly became violent.
“Who is the leader of the Yinhun Sect now? Why are you so unruly!”
“As the founder, I haven’t enjoyed blood food for many years, and I am so hungry all day long. If I eat some Yinhun Da Da Da Ya Festival, the bottom of the cold pool is almost empty.”
"How can they sit on it?"
"Forget it, they are all my disciples and grandsons anyway, so I won't be serious with them, but today I have to eat meat, and it doesn't matter if the little one eats none. . ”
“Come on, I’ll climb up and eat it myself!”
Under Lu Ye’s horrified gaze, the head made of thick fog suddenly dispersed, including the eyes on the five fingers. The nostrils and mouth also disappeared, leaving only pale arms.
The arm suddenly retracted, and then stretched out again like lightning!
Bang!
Golden light splashed out, and the golden rune network was instantly shattered!
Then the golden light flourished on the walls of the pool everywhere, and more and more runes lit up, forming golden net arrays to press down.
The entire Hantan was shaken by the force of the blow from the gray arm.
Lu Ye was suspended in the air by a black sling and was shaking.
Then he was shocked to see it.
But another arm broke out from the deep fog.
Two arms stretched out from the thick fog, and actually held up the French net woven with golden runes!
Countless golden runes on the walls of Hantan were shining brightly, and almost all the power was used to suppress them.
But the golden French Open was still lifted inch by inch!
Finally, under the two arms, a ghost head finally broke out of the thick fog.
This ghost wears a high crown, a hosta, neatly tied hair, and a meticulously long beard. He has a straight face, but has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a broad nose and a square mouth.
It’s just that his eyes were like hanging horns, glowing with a fierce light,
He said, looking at the golden French Open held up by his arms, he seemed to have regained his consciousness at this moment, and sneered.
“Hmph, the Yinhun Sect has been inherited for many years, but why is it becoming more and more useless!” “This soul-suppressing formation is pure yang, and it also needs to be matched with the energy of the Yinhun to complement the yin and yang and exert its maximum power. .”
“There should be many ghosts at two feet here, so that we can work with the formation to suppress the ghosts at three feet.”
“Now that Gu Yang is not long, we can still exert some of the strength of the formation. ?”
“No wonder I can break through the magic circle”
The soul stared at Lu Ye again, with a pair of eyes flashing green, and murmured to himself. .
"Second-grade spiritual root? Not too bad, not bad."
"Loss of essence and blood? It doesn't matter, I should be able to make up for it by eating more demons using the Soul Demon Gluttony Technique."
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"Huh?" The soul suddenly smiled, "Boy, you said you are a disciple of my Yinhun sect, but you are dishonest."
"If you know the Six Soul Technique, how could you be frozen? Looks like this?”
Lu Ye’s body is cold and his heart is even colder.
broken.
It seems that A Chou ate too much. Who would have thought that those qi-training ghosts were actually part of the defensive array?
They were all eaten by A Chou, which destroyed the integrity of the magic circle and allowed some of the golden elixir-level ghosts to break free.
What’s even more annoying is that this guy is actually the founder of the Yinhun Sect!
If it is false, this guy is a shameless and sinister ghost.
If it's true, it's even more outrageous. How did your ancestor sneak into Han Pond to fill the hole?
However, the other party can tell at a glance that he has not learned the Six Soul Techniques of the Yinhun Sect. Even if he is not the founder of the Yinhun Sect, there must be some connection.
Can Yulongtu resist such a bastard?
Maybe it’s just whether my second-level Qi-training spirit body can handle it?
When things came to a close, Lu Ye also took the risk and shouted loudly.
"This Patriarch, his disciples have just started, and they haven't had time to learn the Six Soul Techniques yet!"
"If you devour your own disciples, I'm afraid it goes against the rules. Isn't it delicious?"
Then? The ancestor's ghost sneered again and again.
“My Yinhun sect is a demon sect, and my own people are the most vicious.”
“Even back then, I was plotted by several disciples before I died and was buried here. Hantan, in the prison of ghosts that I built with my own hands!”
"What a shame, I have put so much effort into setting up this magical formation, but it has trapped me to death for thousands of years!" I will take possession of your body and kill all the evil spirits in the future."
"After destroying this evil sect, I will reopen the evil spirit sect!"
"Boy, suffer death!"
The Patriarch had already made his decision. He stretched out his arms and tried his best to hold up the golden rune net by another inch.
Golden runes were everywhere on the walls, and the French Open became more and more dazzling.
The ancestor's ghost's arms seemed to be pushing against the entire cold pond as he advanced, but in the end, he tore a fist-sized hole in the French net.
Brush!
The Patriarch's head automatically burst apart, turning into a thick milky white fog that was extremely cold and gloomy and emerged from the hole in the French net.
At the same time.
Golden runes were floating in the air on the wall of Hantan Cave, and they were pressed together on the French net, and the holes were repaired. The entire net was dazzling with gold, and it tightly wrapped the two pale arms rising from the mist below. .
A golden arc of lightning jumped, hitting the two arms, tearing them into clouds of mist, illuminating the entire cold pool.
In just a moment, the two pale arms were completely scattered.
The golden runic net slowly receded, until finally, the dazzling golden light in the cold pool dissipated, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.
Lu Ye watched in horror from above.
"Is this the end?" Sweat remained on his forehead.
At this moment, all movement stopped, and the cold pool returned to its cold and lonely silence. Looking up, the golden array outside the cold pool emitted a faint light to provide weak illumination.
There is no longer any founder of the Yinhun Sect in the thick fog under his feet.
Even the golden runes on the walls of the surrounding Hantan Cave also disappeared, as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.
"Did the founder of the Yinhun Sect escape or fail?" Lu Ye's throat slid up and down.
He just saw clearly that the golden rune net was broken and a fist-sized hole appeared, and the Patriarch's head seemed to turn into mist and came out of it.
Then golden runes floated down from the surrounding cave walls, and the power of the French net increased sharply. Two pale arms emerged from the sea of fog three feet below and were smashed into pieces.
What about the thick fog that came out?
Lu Zhiyi was feeling uneasy, and a bright spot in the picture of fish and dragon suddenly lit up close to his body.
He pulled on the sling and suddenly exerted force and turned several times in 360 degrees.
In sight.
Dense fog in the cold pool, steep cave walls, a simple old man with a high crown, thick fog in the cold pool, steep cave walls...
The road ambition was half cold.
He finally regained his composure, and the tall-crowned old man had already floated in front of him, staring greedily at his body.
Perhaps it was seriously injured in the process of escaping from the magic circle. Its body does not look condensed, and its hands and feet are illusory, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
It's also possible that only part of his soul escaped from the magic circle.
The old man Gao Guan looked at Lu Ye for a moment and laughed!
“The golden chain locks the real dragon, the iron cage imprisons the tiger. Today, I can escape and finally be free!”
“Hahaha, let me Han Xiangzi live another life and rebuild the Yinhun sect! "
The old man roared and dived into Luye's sea of consciousness!
(End of this chapter)