Chapter 897 Ancient Spell (Second Update)

Huo Ye was beaten to run away with his head in his arms. Ao Buzun, and the group of Shengling Jun chased him with their heads and pestered him in the air, making him feel a little irreversible. There were figures from all directions, Huo Ye could only resist the enemy's attacks and retreated to the camp step by step.

However, a long roar came from the slanting thorn, and Xiang Yu and Hu Hai rushed out separately. Xiang Yu rode a black horse, holding a steel gun in his hand, Hu Hai rode a black lion, and holding two one-legged boys with strange shapes and seven feet long in both hands. They blocked the retreat of the fire leaves to the camp, one left and one right.

Xiang Yu shouted loudly: "That guy, come here quickly. I will stab you eight hundred times and shoot you away today!"

Hu Hai whistled strangely, and frantically bumped the two one-legged boys with a thunderous sound, making a loud thunderous sound, and shouted loudly: "Eat this king's three thousand pestles and can't kill you. I'll let you go today! Hahahaha!" Hu Hai's eyes were full of blood. With his crazy laughter, the mountains and rivers within a thousand miles were boiling, and the ever-changing mountains and hills were shaking like water waves.

Huo Ye looked at Xiang Yu and Hu Hai in a hurry. He was so angry that he almost didn't get fucked. He was two Taiyi level opponents. Although their weapons were of a little bad quality, their cultivation was placed there. In the Taiyi realm, the top-grade Taiyi's suppression of the lower-grade Taiyi was not as clear as that of the Jinxian realm. In the Tianxian realm, if the first-grade Taiyi was not good, he might be defeated by the ninth-grade Taiyi. Huo Ye, the eighth-grade Taiyi, was beaten by Ao Buzun and his group, how could he dare to agree to the provocation of Xiang Yu and Hu Hai for no reason?

It was just this time that he was stunned. Yuan Qing had already picked up a big stick and smashed eighty-eight sticks at Huo Ye's right calves. With the dull impact, Huo Ye's hissing screamed, and countless cracks appeared in his calves, almost shattered. He rushed into his calves with his natal essence and forcibly healed the broken leg bones, but part of the essence that had already been extremely damaged had disappeared.

A roaring roared, Huo Ye waved his hands repeatedly, and countless fire clouds, fire thunders gushed out from all directions with fire light like water waves. Large groups of purple lightning lights of population size appeared and appeared in the fire clouds. This was the thirty-nine kinds of heavenly fire essence collected from the sky, and asked a protective secret treasure "Nine-turn Wonderful Fire Thunder" that a master of the Heavenly Court refining weapon to help him refine.

After all, it was from Taiyi's hand. The power of these lightning explosions is equivalent to the lethality of a nine-grade Taiyi's full-strength attack. At this moment, in order to save his life, Huo Ye threw out thirty-six Nine-turn wonderful fire thunders in one breath. Each thunder fire requires him to collect tens of thousands of years of heavenly fire essence to condense. Moreover, every refining a Nine-turn wonderful fire thunder consumed a lot of his capital to ask for action. Thirty-six thunder fires were thrown out, and Huo Ye's heart was bleeding. In today's battle, his losses were too great.

But as soon as the Fire Thunder took action, Ao Buzun and Xian Shengling Jun burst into laughter. The two of them changed the body of the real dragon at the same time, and the big mouth opened, and the endless water waves rolled down. In the dark and fishy water waves, large pieces of black and blue icebergs collided with each other, and the cold air emitted rushed the fire clouds flying out of the Fire Leaf cleanly. Using water to overcome fire is originally the principle of heaven and earth. Even though Huzun and Xian Shengling Jun have extremely skillful fire magic, they are restrained by Ao Buzun and Xian Shengling Jun.

Thirty-six Nine-turn Wonderful Fire Thunders flew in front of everyone and was about to explode. The Holy Spirit Lord's Breaking Void Slayer slashed and stabbed, and the purple flowing light thrust on the Nine-turn Wonderful Fire Thunder. The lightning suddenly disappeared and then attached to the surface of the body of the Fire Leaf. Then thirty-six consecutive balls of fire light burst out from the stunned Fire Leaf.

Ao Buzun and Xian Shengling Jun spewed out a large piece of cold air at the same time, turning into a cold light shield with a diameter of 100 miles and tightly wrapped the fire leaves inside. Yuan Qing, Jinjiao and the others also hurriedly used spells, and large pieces of runes continued to bless the cold light shield, fearing that the fire thunder would explode and cause too much damage to the Pangu Continent.

Those immortals who sent the outer realm of heaven back to Pangu Continent can bring great merits to heaven. It is conceivable that if their relationship caused too much damage to Pangu Continent, there would naturally be boundless karma. Ao Buzun and others had already tasted the benefits of merit, so how could they let Huo Ye wantonly destroy Pangu Continent and lead to their own bad luck?

Even Xiang Yu and Hu Hai rushed up to help. Xiang Yu sprinkled a sea of ​​blood and covered the cold light shield. Hu Hai shouted loudly. The water from hundreds of rivers nearby soared into the sky. The force of the water veins wove into a large net, covering the cold light shield.

The dull explosion continued to flow out from the cold light shield, which expanded again and again, and then shrank again and again. Ao Buzun and others trembled like fallen leaves in the storm. The terrible explosion force made their souls tremble, and the cold light shield was almost broken several times.

The equivalent of thirty-six Taiyi Jinxians was hit hard with all their strength. Even though Ao Buzun and his friends had strong cultivation, they were still unbearable. Seeing that the cold light shield was about to be broken, Wuqi finally took action. The cold light that protected the East China Sea Fleet fell downwards, and merged with the cold light shield supported by Ao Buzun and others. With Wuqi's help, the cold light shield finally stabilized.

In the camp where Huoye led his troops to station troops in the middle, in the camp tent, several people wearing black cloaks and even their faces were covered through a water mirror to watch the whole process of Huoye being beaten. They shook their heads gently and muttered something in a low and vague manner. When Huoyeye hit out the fire thunder but was bounced back by the Holy Spirit Lord, these people laughed a few times and quickly became busy.

A small sacrificial table that was only three feet in radius was placed in the middle of the camp. A hideous demon head statue carved from unknown wood was placed on the sacrificial table. Three blood-colored lines ignited and floated in front of the demon head statue. A thin blood-colored smoke slowly rose up, wrapping the demon head statue with a hideous shape. The demon head seemed to float in the sea of ​​blood and appeared faintly, with a pair of eyes emitting a fierce and violent green light.

A small portrait carved from ordinary cork was placed in front of the devil's portrait. Several people knelt in the tent and bowed to the devil's portrait several times. At the same time, they stretched out their left hand, which was painted black like a bird's claw, and held a knife in their right hand and cut it on their left wrist. The sticky black plasma dripped slowly, and all dripped into a large dark bowl in front of them, which seemed to be made of leather.

When the blood was stored in the big bowl, the cork portrait, which was only three inches tall, suddenly jumped up and jumped into the big bowl. The demon statue slowly opened its mouth, and a blood-colored smoke sprayed out, and shot into the big bowl like an arrow. Most of the bowl of black blood quickly rotated and turned into a small vortex to fix the cork portrait in the vortex.

Wuqi, who had just taken action to help Ao Buzun and others imprison the fire leaves, shook his body, and felt a faint smell of blood floating from somewhere. The faint smell of blood was mixed with the fishy smell of various poisonous insects, and it was smooth and stuffy in his heart, which made people feel uncomfortable. Wuqi frowned and waved his hand, and a breeze swung around his body for a while, but there was also this strange smell of blood in the wind.

The few people in the camp were moving very quickly. They picked up and danced around the sacrificial table and the leather bowl on the ground. Their movements were very strange, like several big horse monkeys that had just evolved but not completely evolved, and their hands and feet were bent, and they were hunched over the camp tent, murmuring in their mouths that no one could understand.

The leader suddenly grabbed a sword box the size of a palm and threw it into the air. The sword box made of thin human skin was several inches long and wide, but the leek leaves were as thin as that, with nine small flying swords inserted in a row.

With the sound of spells, nine flying swords as big as matchsticks flew up into the air, and seven flying swords emitted extremely thin black light and shot on the seven orifices of the cork. In the low buzzing sound, the cork knelt on the ground with a soft knee. The remaining two flying swords circled around the villain three times, stabbed in from the little man's sky spirit cover, and stabbed straight into the abdomen from the underworld.

Wuqi, who was telling Ao Buzun and others to release the fire leaves carefully, must try to beat the fire leaves to death, suddenly turned black in front of him, his body shook, and he fell to his knees on the deck. He groaned, and his hands grabbed around like a drowning person, but he didn't catch anything.

Wuqi came to his senses and came to what happened. His Tianling Gai Baihui acupoint hurt, and a terrible cold air rushed straight into his body from Baihui acupoint. Wuqi's mind was frozen wherever he passed, and his body was greatly hurt. Huang Qi and others, who were standing beside Wuqi, watched helplessly as a black air spread from Wuqi's eyebrows straight to his lower abdomen. At the same time, a cold air that outsiders could detect was blasting straight up from Wuqi's lower abdomen.

With a clang, the crisp sound of two swords colliding in Wuqi's stomach came from Wuqi's stomach. His body twitched and fell to the sky. Dark plasma continued to flow out of his pores. As soon as the plasma flowed out, it immediately turned into ice slag and frozen on the deck.

Huang Qi was so scared that he screamed strangely, and he shouted: "Miss Mother, come, the prince has been plotted by a spell!"

His eyes shook around, and Huang Qiu suddenly jumped up and pointed at the small camp of Huo Ye and roared angrily: "All, all, strike!"

With Huang Qi's roar, the bow decks of thousands of giant flying boats in Donghai County suddenly opened, and countless large combat equipment were exposed. Huang Qi's last word "hit" was still hovering in everyone's ears, thousands of giant crossbow arrows, and countless electric and fire lightning shot out from the bow, covering the mountain below.

More than 100,000 priests soared into the sky. They recited mantras to communicate with ghosts and gods in the world, borrowed huge powers from ghosts and gods, gathered dark clouds and hurricanes, turned into surging ice, snow and rain, and attacks like thunder, fire and meteorites swept over there.

Hundreds of towering mountains shattered, and the small camp in the fire was instantly torn to pieces.

Several men in black in the camp were about to use the last step of the spell to cut off the cork villain's head and completely kill Wuqi's life. Huang Qiu shouted loudly, and the surrounding mountains collapsed and the ground was cracked and thunder fire shot out. Several men in black screamed and fled into the sky in a mess. As a result, the demon's portrait was blown up to pieces, the three branches of the incense was cut off, and the leather bowl turned into shatter. The cork villain didn't know where he fell.

Wuqi, who was still dead just now, suddenly opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and recovered his vitality. He stood up with a deep face and flew towards the camp.

"Shit villain, come here!"
Chapter completed!