Chapter 319

Si Xueyi fell from the cliff, flew across the sky on the dragon lotus, and flew over the heads of the vast army of tree spirits.

In just a moment, it caused a huge sensation.

"White Shura!"

"Shura in white is here!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

…

Almost all the tree spirits made a noise, shouting to kill Si Xueyi, but their voices trembled with fear.

After half a month of fighting, Si Xueyi became synonymous with death.

The legend about him is becoming more and more terrifying among the tree spirit community.

Just hearing its name will make you tremble with fear.

The sacrificial ceremony was immediately disrupted.

Such tree spirits gather here, naturally they are not just watching the fun, they themselves also want to pray, which is part of the ceremony.

Whoosh!

Si Xueyi arrived in an instant and landed on the tall and vast altar.

On the stone altar in the center of the altar, there is a rotten and broken tree, with hundreds of human monks hanging on its bare branches.

Those human monks had long since turned into mummies, with sunken eye sockets, shriveled and thin, and looked extremely miserable.

That’s not all!

The stone altar itself is filled with blood, and its red color is particularly eye-catching.

Si Xueyi's scalp was numb when he saw it. Even though he was used to big scenes, he was still severely shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Shura in white, you are actually here."

There were a total of eighteen king tree spirits around the stone altar, and King Luojia, who had dealt with Si Xueyi before, was also among them.

It has fully recovered from its injuries, its eyes are still glowing with golden light, and its strength seems to be much better than before.

Si Xueyi ignored it, pointed to the blood pool in front of him, and said, "Are these human monks?"

King Luojia sneered: "Of course, the blood of monsters alone is far from enough. The delicious blood of those spirit bodies born among you human monks is far beyond what monsters can match."

"We have been planning for hundreds of years for today. As long as the ancestor tree evolves successfully, we can break out of this forbidden land of divine bones."

"Break out of the forbidden land!"

"Break out of the forbidden land!"

After hearing King Luojia's words, the other kings and tree spirits became fanatical and shouted loudly one by one.

The sound was quickly sent out, and an army of hundreds of thousands of tree spirits also roared along with it.

The sound wave became as powerful as a tsunami, and Si Xueyi seemed extremely small in it.

King Luojia smiled proudly and said: "Shura in white, do you feel the power of this mountain roaring tsunami? You human monks are always arrogant and arrogant, thinking that you are omnipotent and looking down on us tree spirits."

"But no matter how powerful the genius is, will he still be able to return alive to this tree spirit tribe?"

As soon as it finished speaking, a purple electric spear whizzed past with a terrifying dragon power lingering around it.

In an instant, King Luojia was impaled by a spear.

It’s the Divine Dragon Falling Emperor Slash!

But only one dragon lotus petal was used.

Si Xueyi now has twenty-four dragon lotus petals, so she doesn't need to be as cautious as before when she performs the Divine Dragon Falling Emperor Slash.

King Luojia's vitality is rapidly passing away.

It can feel that the thunderous current on the spear is spreading wildly in its body with the energy of destruction.

It was the terrifying power of Dragon Lotus, Dragon Yuan, Dragon Power, and the three dragons in one.

"You...you..."

King Luojia no longer looked proud and looked at Si Xueyi in horror, unable to say anything else.

Si Xueyi said calmly: "Si has understood a truth very early on. When others say you are Shura, you'd better really be Shura, otherwise you will die miserably."

"It's a pity that you have offended the wrong person. I am not only Shura, I am also King Shura."

Bang!

The purple electric spear exploded, and King Luojia was blown into two halves and died on the spot.

"King Luojia!"

The other king tree spirits all screamed in fear.

Swish, swish, swish!

Si Xueyi's body turned, his clothes were as white as snow, and purple lightning spears burst out from his hands.

In an instant, the situation changes, and the sky and the earth lose color.

When he stopped, his long hair was dancing lightly, and his handsome face was filled with cold murderous intent.

Rumble!

The remaining seventeen king tree spirits were all blown into two halves and died without exception.

Lightning flashed on the altar, sawdust flew, and screams echoed endlessly.

The army of more than 100,000 tree spirits below became silent, trembling with fear.

In just a short time, all eighteen king tree spirits were killed.

This scene caused great shock to the tree spirits below, and many of the century-old tree spirits outside could not help but retreat.

Si Xueyi's expression did not change, and she calmly looked at the stone altar in front of her.

He said calmly: "Don't pretend to be dead, old man. Since you can peek at me with the eyes of the virtual world, you have already passed the stage of slumber."

"Jiejiejie..."

A burst of strange laughter came from the blood altar, and a strange human face appeared on the decayed old tree in front of the field of vision.

It was an evil face, with bloody fireworks surging in its eyes, staring at Si Xueyi.

It is the tree ancestor of this black forest. It said leisurely: "Nine hundred years ago, the human race did have a young Shura King. Even in this forbidden land, I have heard of his name. Countless monks have

I have told you about his great achievements, how dare you call yourself King Shura."

Bang!

As the voice of Tree Ancestor fell, the blood pool suddenly exploded, and countless blood splashed in all directions.

Si Xueyi's eyes were quick and his hands were cold, and then the dragon essence surged, supporting a golden energy shield.

Oh, the blood and water separated from it, and not a drop touched him.

Zizzi!

The blood falling on the ground made a sound, corroding holes into the altar.

The appearance of the dead tree in the stone altar also changed drastically, and the tree shook off the hanging mummy.

Then it condensed and condensed, reaching a height of a hundred feet, and turned into a tree spirit no more than three meters tall.

It is more than a hundred times smaller than the King Dryad, but its body has completely transformed into a human shape, and the power it surges is even more terrifying.

Shuzu stared at Si Xueyi and said with a sly smile: "Isn't your killing move very strong? You can kill my king in seconds. Try it on me too. Maybe I will fall like this."

Si Xueyi's expression was solemn, and his thoughts were like lightning.

He only has six dragon lotus petals left now, so he can no longer waste the opportunity to use his mobile phone!

Either don't take action, or once you take action, you must kill the opponent.

Shuzu seemed disdainful and full of confidence.

But these words still revealed some information. He was very afraid of the Divine Dragon Falling Emperor Slash, and he was not sure whether Si Xueyi could use the more powerful purple electric spear.

Si Xueyi said: "Did it scare you?"

The blood flames in Shuzu's eyes disappeared, and his hoarse voice spoke again.

"Although we tree spirits are not as talented as your human monks in martial arts, we have long lives and are not afraid of swords and guns. It can be said that we have no natural enemies in this forest. We are only afraid of two things, fire and thunder."

"When I was young, I was afraid of fire. The wind roared and the flames burst. I don't know how many seedlings died in the flames."

"When you are older, you are afraid of thunder. The older you are, the more you are afraid of thunder. Thunder is a calamity that God has sent down to the tree spirit. A small calamity in a hundred years, a big calamity in a thousand years, and a supreme calamity in ten thousand years."

The tree ancestor stared at Si Xueyi and said leisurely: "I am the only tree spirit in this black forest who has reached the end of ten thousand years. I am more afraid of thunder than any of my fellow racers. As a human monk, you can't even imagine that I am afraid of thunder.

How scared I am.”
To be continued...