Under the yellow spring, demons and monsters surged, and the water in the yellow spring was like boiling water, constantly rolling. The clan leader calculated with his fingers and suddenly felt something was wrong, as if something big was about to happen.
With a cane, Wu Yan attracted the entire clan. He sighed and without saying a word, he dismissed everyone.
The people of the Wu tribe don’t understand why, so why did the patriarch drive them all away?
At this moment, the ghost energy rose, and the terrifying Yin wind came over, and the aura was extremely powerful.
"There is an enemy attack!"
Everyone shouted, intending to resist the powerful enemy and evil spirits, but Wu Yan shouted loudly and asked them to retreat.
"Transfer to me, no one shall take action. Those who violate the order shall be expelled from the family. From now on, get out of me!"
Wu Yan was extremely abnormal, and everyone was stunned. Generally speaking, if a strong enemy attacked, shouldn’t the whole clan resist? Why did the clan leader ask them to leave? Isn’t it because he was too confused?
At this moment, a ghost appeared, and the terrifying ghost aura was as strong as a mountain, pressing everyone down to breathe. Even his burning hands were trembling, let alone others.
The visitor is the leader of the evil ghosts in the ten halls, Mingyuan! The terrifying ghost who was once sealed under the yellow spring is also the only ghost who escaped!
When the people of the Wu tribe saw him, they were frightened. The terrifying ghost aura made everyone's scalp tingle. It was almost the first time that such a powerful evil ghost was seen in his lifetime.
Now they finally understood why Wu Yan let them go, because it was not of the same level, staying alone would only get in the way, not helping at all, and might even die in vain.
"Let's go, hurry up!" Wu Yan shouted loudly, and the people who were stunned finally reacted, and then fled one after another. It was really awkward. The dignified Guardian of the Yellow Spring could only escape, without even the courage to face the Mingyuan!
Wu Yan is also for the sake of the family. If he loses, he can still let the Wu family leave some behind.
After a while, there was no one around, and Mingyuan didn't chase him. He knew who his target was. Once this old man died, the others were not worth mentioning.
"Mingyuan, Mingyuan, you still lack a little patience and you can't help it after all." Wu Yan laughed. Although he was unsure, he still had to pretend to be calm in front of Mingyuan. Without the seal of the King of Hell, he would not be sure to win this guy!
Ming Yuan snorted coldly, disagreed: "Without the King of Hell Seal, what's the use of your old bone? I just wanted to save trouble, but I didn't expect you to really dare not go up, so I had to come down by myself."
In Huangquan, the people of the Wu tribe naturally have more advantages. After all, they are their own territory and have grown up here since childhood. The air conditioning of Huangquan is a bit unbearable from humans to ghosts.
"Mingyuan, looking back is the shore! Don't you have committed enough evil?"
Wu Yan tried his best to persuade Ming Yuan, but this was basically impossible. He wanted to overcome such an evil ghost, and he was delusional!
"Why are you going to change this underworld? If your tribe members surrender to me, then I, Mingyuan, will never treat you badly, but you must go against me, then you will die!"
Mingyuan said, several ghost auras were like dragons and snakes, and they were already surrounding them, shocking Wu Yan.
"It seems that this fight must be fought. Since ancient times, good and evil have not yet matched each other. It is the responsibility of our tribe to protect the Huangquan!"
As soon as Wu Yi finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the Ming sword from his crutch. After the sword came out, it automatically stretched for a distance, which looked like two meters. The sword body was full of fire. It was the longest Ming sword among the people of the Wu clan. Although Wu Yi was old, he could play such a long sword with great strength and could emit cold flames.
"Old guy, since that's the case, I can only send you to hell."
"Ten thousand ghosts hide!"
After saying that, countless unjust souls rushed directly towards the clan leader Wu Yan like skeletons.
He drew his sword and slashed, sparks spreading the prairie, and the cold air was like breaking through the ten thousand ice, cutting off all the ghost energy. The sword energy crisscrossed hundreds of meters, and a series of beautiful arcs rippled above the yellow spring.
"Old guy, I have some skills!"
A ghost flashed through Mingyuan, avoiding the sword energy, jumped over and approaching Wuyan.
From the dark abyss, there was a ghost claw, like a roaring poisonous snake, biting directly at Wuyan's throat.
Wu Yi quickly dodged away, and the huge sword slashed like a volcano erupting. The terrible fire broke away directly, and then formed a Bagua shape, trapping Wu Yi inside. The flames were cold and Ming Yuan was a little scared. This old guy was definitely not weak.
"Don't look down on us Guardians of the Yellow Springs. Without the Seal of the King of Hell, you can still be subdued."
Wuying shouted loudly, and the blue veins swelled up, and he kept using his magic power to resist the ghost energy around him. Every sword was extremely shocking. He also lived hundreds of years old. Although he was old, he must not be underestimated.
"Haha, old man, you're thinking too much!"
Mingyuan sneered, raised his head and roared, and a terrifying resentment gushed out. He was rotten and dark, with terrifying flames on his body, and there were several soul shadows around him, surrounding him like a guardian.
Wu Yan held the sword tightly, and became a little nervous. Mingyuan showed a ghost appearance!
As soon as the ghost appeared, it immediately showed 100% strength. The terrible ghost power came overwhelmed. The Mingyuan did not move. Suddenly, the seven holes were bleeding, and the internal organs were pressed into panic, as if placed on a meat grinder. The extremely strong suppression force made the Wudai unable to breathe.
"What a terrible ghost power. Without the seal of the King of Hell, I really can't deal with him!"
Wu Yi held on forcing him, and he understood that with his own strength, he could not kill Mingyuan at all!
"Since that's the case, then fight for your life!"
Wu Yan wiped a little blood and began to sacrifice the magic. The sword emitted a circle of fire, surrounding Wu Yan.
He took out eight yellow talismans, lit his blood, then patted it on the ground, began to chant the mantra, and quickly recited it with his mouth.
"Old man, what else do you want to do? Your tribe members have their luck. I will not kill you all, it is my greatest kindness to you."
Mingyuan squeezed his hand with one hand, and a huge storm suddenly came. He spit out eight thousand ghostly auras and rushed towards Wuyan like a flood.
The long sword of Wuying cracked and cracked itself, then split into dozens of pieces, rushing towards the underworld like a meteor.
These broken swords broke through all the ghost energy and then nailed to Mingyuan. The terrible magic power flowed, and the Mingyuan was temporarily strangled with the power of the seal with the power of the seal.
This has almost emptied all his magic power. If he was more than a hundred years younger, he would have a chance, but now his power is no longer enough!
"Stinky old man, what do you want to do?" Ming Yuan struggled for a moment, but he couldn't force out the broken sword. He was just a little loose. The spell imposed by the old man with all his strength was still a bit powerful.
"Buried, evil ghosts, Fuxi's Bagua, and the Evil Prison Tie!"
Chapter completed!