Xiao Wanchou suddenly let out a shrill scream. Completely unprepared, his body was instantly breached by the powerful Gangsha force. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the ground and embedding himself deeply into the soft earth. His strange eyes widened as he stared at his attacker, a hoarse, low "huh" emanating from his throat, and he continuously spat out foul-smelling black blood clots from his mouth.
At the same time, the old Taoist priest, originally dressed in a red robe, suddenly transformed into a graceful young man. An inky black aura surrounded him, his eyes clear and sharp, a cold smile adorning his lips, like an immortal descended from the sky. This man was Su Rui, who, upon learning his enemy was Xiao Wanchou, had come to seek revenge and rescue "Boss Bao" Zhao Lingjun!
Just when Su Rui believed Xiao Wanchou was doomed, the ghostly fog that had been lingering in the mountains suddenly boiled over, and the chirping of ghosts intensified. Faced with this sudden change, Su Rui's heart tightened, and he secretly became alert. He quickly cast a spell, summoning Thunder Scales, and rushed towards Xiao Wanchou, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Who could have imagined that after the astonishingly powerful lightning scale hit Xiao Wanchou's brow, it would emit a crisp, loud and deafening sound of clashing swords!
Su Rui knew full well that Xiao Wanchou possessed mysterious sorcery, so he had anticipated the possibility of a change. Seeing the rolling ghost fog surging over him, Su Rui immediately made a decision and summoned the Jiuyi Cauldron to build an extremely solid defense for him.
Then, he took out the Ruyi Fire Smoke given to him by the leader of Putuo Sect from his arms, and added another layer of tight protection on the outer protective layer of Jiuyi Ding.
Only then did he take a deep breath, mobilizing all his Qi. Like a ferocious tiger swooping down from the mountain, he blew a fierce blast of Qi towards the ghostly mist. This breath contained a powerful gust of heavenly wind, and as soon as it was out of his mouth, it instantly transformed into a violent and raging gale. This gale was like a surging wave crashing against the shore, sweeping up with great momentum and roaring.
The thick, seemingly impenetrable ghost fog, no matter how strange and mysterious it was, could not withstand the powerful force of the wind. In an instant, the ghost fog quickly dissipated like a cloud swept by a strong wind, and Xiao Wanchou's figure was revealed to everyone without reservation.
At this moment, Xiao Wanchou's appearance had undergone a shocking change, leaving everyone dumbfounded. His body had become nine feet tall, giving people an unattainable sense of oppression.
His long hair, which had once cascaded down his shoulders, now danced freely in the air like ferocious snakes, drifting on its own without the breeze. He exuded a sinister aura as heavy and menacing as a mountain weighing down an egg. Just looking at him from afar could fill one with fear and chills.
What was even more surprising was that each of his two sturdy arms was wrapped with a huge black snake, the snake's body was as hard as iron and icy cold; and his ankles were also wrapped with a strange yellow poisonous snake, these snakes had bared fangs and claws, and their faces were hideous, looking extremely ferocious.
In his hand, Xiao Wanchou clutched a massive, door-sized, ochre-colored banner. He stood there like a god of war descending from the sky, majestic and righteous. His eyes were wide open, blazing with rage, blazing like a blazing flame as he stared intently at Su Rui, as if to consume him completely.
"Very good! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have dared to refine that drop of extremely precious blood of the Ancestral Witch so easily, and I wouldn't have been able to achieve such a powerful body of the Great Witch today! So, to express my gratitude to you, I decided to kill you with my own hands, and dedicate your true spirit to those Ancestral Witches who have long disappeared in the long river of history..." Xiao Wanchou's voice was low and hoarse, full of endless murderous intent and coldness.
After saying that, he clenched his fist like lightning, turned into a shadow, and rushed towards Su Rui like a gust of wind, obviously wanting to fight Su Rui in close combat.
Seeing this, Su Rui sneered and said slowly, "Don't bring out this kind of dregs that have long been eliminated by history!"
He urged the Thunder Scales under his seat and rushed straight towards Xiao Wanchou who was rushing towards him like an arrow.
In a flash, Xiao Wanchou waved the mysterious banner in his hand, and in an instant, an enormous shadow of the ancient witch suddenly stepped out from the banner. This shadow of the ancient witch was tall and mighty, with a human body and a snake tail. Seven strong and powerful arms grew from its back, and on its chest, it tightly grasped two huge snakes with bared fangs and claws. It looked majestic and imposing.
However, what was even more shocking was that the shadow of the ancestor witch just casually threw a punch, but it actually made an earth-shaking and deafening roar, and easily resisted Lei Lin's fierce attack.
It turned out that the banner in Xiao Wanchou's hand was one of the banners of the legendary Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation. And the enormous shadow that emerged from this banner was the shadow of the Ancestral Witch, summoned from the vast river of history through a mysterious and inexplicable method, with countless efforts and energy.
Although the shadowy figure before him lacked any intelligence, it was important to understand that the Ancestral Witches were born with the ability to control the most powerful laws of heaven and earth, such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, time, and space. Therefore, even though it was an ethereal shadow, its strength should not be underestimated, and it still possessed a terrifying and chilling aura.
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