Tie Ke's face looked a little ugly.
He didn't expect this human race to be so overbearing. He didn't even bother to talk to them, and just drove them away. Even though he had such a good temper, he was still irritated by this person.
"Fellow Daoist, you are too overbearing. We were the first to discover this immortal soul."
Hissing!
A flash of bloody knife appeared.
Tie Ke felt a moment of trance, and the surroundings turned into a sea of blood and corpses. Countless dead bodies were crawling around him, and the sea of blood under his feet was constantly surging. White claws were grabbing his ankles, and the cold touch was extremely real.
Looking up, I saw the bloody dots above me approaching.
'It's beautiful.'
Tie Ke subconsciously opened his arms, as if to embrace the falling blood. His soul was constantly warning him, and his body was trembling. The "Tribulation Force" remaining in his body from the impact of the Tribulation Realm kept flowing, slowing Tie Ke's movements by half a beat.
Boom!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind, and Tie Ke woke up instantly. He turned his head subconsciously and found that most of the dozen masters he brought with him were dead, and a clear blood mark appeared on their necks. The sound he just heard was the head of the tribe member beside him falling from his neck.
"when?!"
Tie Ke was filled with anger and no longer cared about hiding his strength. The golden blood in his body circulated to his heart. Waves of heat spread out from him. Yi Linghui, the chief elder of the Winged Clan standing next to him, also woke up. The two of them combined their auras and finally calmed down.
"wake up!!"
Ironshell yelled angrily.
The voice mixed with anger instantly awakened the remaining three tribesmen like a flame.
Inside the formation.
The golden ant that was waiting to be rescued was beheaded, and even the green shadow hidden in its body was cut in half. The same blood knife has completely different effects in the hands of the enemy and in the hands of the Wanxiang Patriarch.
With one strike of the sword, all living things were annihilated.
"If you can survive with one sword, you have the right to know my name." The black-robed man in the air raised the bloody sword again. This time, Tieke saw the face of the person who made the move.
A pale middle-aged face, looking very ordinary.
If there was anything special about him, it was his eyes. His eyes were very cold. That coldness came from the heart. There was a mixture of murderous intent and hatred in them. He looked like a madman who was extremely suppressing himself.
"Remember, my name is Enemy!"
The blood appeared again.
This time the knife flashed even faster than the first time. Yi Linghui, who was standing next to him, turned pale and subconsciously opened her mouth to beg for mercy.
"Wait, we mean no harm"
But the enemies above had no intention of wasting time talking to them.
One knife fell.
The world twisted, and this time the two saw a world of black and white. The ground was barren, with dead bones everywhere. The sky was gray, and the ground was as black as ink. Only a few of them stood in the middle, and a blood-red light shone towards them like the sunrise in the sky.
Finished!
The same thought popped up in several people's minds at the same time.
The first strike was blocked so barely, how could they block the second strike? If they had known that there were strong men of this level in this place, they would not have accepted this mission no matter what.
The blade light spread, illuminating the entire world.
Suddenly, a feather appeared out of thin air and blocked the blade. The next moment, the feather changed color, and the wood spirit in the air gathered on the feather as if it had been summoned.
The down feathers on the edge quickly turned to wood, and after a crisp sound, the down feathers turned into countless wooden vines that grew out, twisting in the air and condensing into an arm full of wood grain.
He opened his big hand and grabbed the blood-red blade that was flying towards him.
Snap!
A crisp sound.
The dying Tieke and Yi Linghui quickly came to their senses.
Boom boom boom.
The sound of three heads falling to the ground was heard. They were the three tribesmen who were rescued by Tie Ke and Yi Ling Hui. Unfortunately, these three people were not so lucky this time and died under the second knife.
“Withered Wood Dharmakaya!?”
"The clan leader has arrived!"
Tieke and Yi Linghui both spoke at the same time. Tieke recognized the divine power, while Yi Linghui recognized the identity of the person.
The shadow solidified, and the figure of the Winged Ancestor appeared in mid-air.
The unique aura of a Mahayana cultivator spread out. This time, unlike the last time they met, the Winged Ancestor came in his true form. With the appearance of his true form, his aura was like the sun, quickly dispelling the calamity power around him and taking the initiative.
"It's you!"
The moment he saw his enemy, the Winged Ancestor instantly remembered this person.
The last time he had a grudge with the Blood Demon, he had met this person once. At that time, the aura of this person was not as strong as it is now. Now it seems that he had obviously misjudged him. The cultivation level of this person in front of him already made him feel threatened.
This is definitely not the momentum that an ordinary cultivator who is transcending tribulation can possess.
This person might be an old monster who is aiming for the 69-day calamity.
"You really have a problem."
Thinking back to the grudges between the Winged People and the Blood Demon over the years, the Winged People's ancestor felt more and more that something was wrong.
This time, Qiu Yuan didn't even bother to say a word and just raised his hand to strike with the third knife.
Compared to the previous two strikes, the third strike was silent. After the first strike, the long sword in Qiu Yuan's hand suddenly turned silver-white. The blood color on the blade disappeared completely, and the sword energy poured down like raindrops.
The dense sword energy mixed with the calamity force in the sky, turning into a rain of blades that covered the entire area.
The aura of the Winged Ancestor surged, and the surrounding wood grain spread wildly.
In an instant, a primeval forest formed around him, and these trees were filled with a large amount of wood-attributed spiritual power.
The sword and the wood collided, and neither of them was willing to take a step back.
Wan Xiang and Huang He noticed something was wrong and immediately fled to the edge of the area. They also fled with Yi Linghui, the elder of the Winged People, and Tie Ke, the young leader of the Golden Ants. These two strong men who originally came to support them became marginal figures.
Not only did he fail to rescue the person, but now he himself has become the object of rescue.
boom!!
Dense sword lights fell.
The silver-white blade light poured down to the ground indiscriminately. The forest of trees only lasted for three breaths before it was chopped into pieces by the blade energy. A large amount of dust flew up from the ground. Mountains and rivers all turned into dust at this moment. From a distance, the sky and the earth turned into silver and gray.
The silver one is the knife light, and the grey one is the dust.
The seventh-level trap array set up by Huanghe Taoist in this area was also completely chopped into pieces by the sword energy. Under the influence of the sword energy, the dark clouds in the sky disappeared. The sky, which was originally a little dark, turned directly into daylight under the effect of the sword light.
The celestial phenomena are reversed, and yin and yang are reversed.
The ancestor of the Winged People stood in the center, with a large number of wood grains appearing on his body. The color of the wood grains changed from the light yellowish color at the beginning to dark brown little by little.
After the knife light destroyed the woods outside, it fell on the wood-grain Dharma body, causing bursts of crisp sounds.
After a long time, the wings behind the Winged Man Patriarch opened up little by little, like a canopy, holding up all the sword energy. The Winged Man Patriarch, who blocked the sword, looked at the enemy holding the long sword above with a cold look, and said with frost.
"Your knife skills are good, but they're a little off. If that's all you're capable of."
The aura of the Winged Man Ancestor changed little by little, and the air around him became solid without knowing when. The sawdust and dust that flew out before, all turned into seeds at this moment. The brown wood grain slowly spread out to the surroundings with the Winged Man Ancestor as the center.
The area that was shattered by the sword energy recovered visibly.
Mountains and rivers reappear.
It's just all wood.
"Are you ready to face the wrath of a Mahayana monk?"
One by one, wood sprouts sprang out from below, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into towering trees. All the wood spirit energy in the space seemed to have found its source, transforming into giant tree men as tall as 50 meters, surrounding the enemy in the middle.
"This is the difference in realm. A junior like you who has not experienced a great heavenly tribulation will never understand what immortal spirit energy is."
The spreading wood grain gradually connected together, and the whole world seemed to have turned into the color of wood.
Under the weaving of these tree roots, vines continued to grow on the surrounding tree people. These vines connected and grew. After merging again and again, they finally transformed into a giant monster that blocked out the sky and the sun. This giant monster had wood buds all over its body, and withered yellow leaves extended from the gaps.
The old brown bark is glowing with a mysterious aura.
This aura was exactly the same as the one Ge Xian used when he escaped from the Emperor's Tomb. The tree monster roared and opened its big hand to slap the enemy.
boom!!
A muffled sound.
For the first time, the enemy in mid-air fell from the sky, and his right arm holding the long sword was damaged.
The giant monster raised his foot again, ready to crush the hatred into pieces.
Suddenly, a figure grabbed a chessboard and slapped it sideways from the side. The aura of this person was as mysterious and unparalleled as that of the Winged Man Ancestor. This chessboard was just right and hit the side of the Winged Man Ancestor's face in the middle, knocking the huge wooden monster to the ground.
The almost distorted spiritual power exploded on the chessboard, and the incandescent light annihilated everything.
"Who are you?"
The light faded, and the shattered wooden face of the Winged Ancestor reassembled itself bit by bit, with a lot of sawdust flying back onto his face. His expression also changed from understated to solemn. This guy who suddenly appeared was even more difficult to deal with than the guy holding the blood knife.
With his strength at the Mahayana level, he had not even noticed this person's existence before.
“I was just passing by.”
Chen Luo looked at the cracked chessboard in his hand, with a trace of regret in his eyes. This chessboard that had been with him all the way finally couldn't bear his chess path and came to the end of its life.
Chen Luo came here very early. When the Golden Ant and the Wanxiang Patriarch took action, he was watching from above. However, the power of the Illusion God Gu concealed his figure and kept him in the dark.
Originally thought that this matter could be resolved by Brother Qiu Yuan coming out, but unexpectedly, the Winged Ancestor actually came out in person. He had no choice but to show up and deal with this old guy together with Brother Qiu Yuan. (End of this chapter)
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