Chapter seven hundred and eighty third scary existence
The first thing he did when he returned to the altar was to summon all the monks under his command and explain the coping methods taught by the main altar.
Of course, the news regarding Lord Jiuyouming's projection is too important and cannot be disclosed for the time being. We just want to reassure everyone that if the Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi attack, they will never come back.
Everyone was doubtful, but since the higher-ups were so steadfast in their oaths, they thought they had a way to deal with it, so they put their hearts back in their stomachs one after another.
After dismissing everyone, Xia Chen made some preparations.
Although what Yuan Zhongling said is very confident, who knows whether Mr. Jiuyou Mingjun will lose his control by then. Maybe his life will be over in just one breath of the night when the projection comes.
It is Xia Chen's character to make complete plans for everything in advance.
Whoosh, ten days passed quickly.
After feeling that the effect of the Soul Covering Technique was gradually disappearing, Xia Chen came to the center of the altar and pretended to command everyone, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart and always paid attention to the surrounding movements.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, he arranged countless detection sources of heart taboos, and Xia Chen knew even the movement of an ant.
Sure enough, a few hours later, the Origin Heart Restriction in the southeast suddenly moved, and a message was sent back, indicating that two extremely fast bloody rays of light were approaching rapidly.
Soon, the jade pendant also moved, with red spikes fluttering and pointing to the southeast.
"Here we come..." Xia Chen thought to himself, took out the jade token from his arms and crushed it into pieces without hesitation.
Buzz... Suddenly there was a strange sound coming from the void, as if something huge had changed.
After a while, even the space trembled slightly, and countless strange void ripples suddenly appeared in the ethereal air.
These void ripples were very small at first, and gradually began to expand. It was like raindrops dripping on the water, becoming more and more dense.
The monks gradually stopped moving and looked at each other in shock, looking at this strange change in surprise. Many people couldn't help but look towards Xia Chen, but when they saw the calm face of the supreme commander, they felt a little clear in their hearts.
In the grand hall of the main altar of the original family, the seven ancestors were watching the situation of each high-quality altar on the huge forbidden light curtain in front of them. Suddenly, the altar point where Xia Chen was located suddenly became brighter.
The eyes of the seven ancestors immediately focused on it.
"It was Zihui who crushed the jade token! Xue Zhenzi and Xueyinzi came to him." The face of the second ancestor Yuan Zhongguang changed.
Yuan Zhongling glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, second brother, everything is ready. As long as Zihui doesn't make an own mistake, Xuezhenzi and Xueyinzi will be dead."
"I went out to look at the altar, and by the way, I turned around the scene of the altar over by Zi Hui. Let's enjoy the great moment projected by Lord Jiuyouming." He added excitedly, and then walked out of the hall.
Except for Yuan Zhongguang, who looked a little worried, the other ancestors also showed eager and excited expressions.
Being able to project the beings from the Nine Nether World, Zhen Haiyuan's family has achieved a miracle that has never been seen in this world. Even a seventh level monk with supernatural powers feels a rare nervousness.
Yuan Zhongling walked out of the hall and looked up. He saw that thousands of feet high in the sky, the extremely thick green silk thread had been bent and refracted towards the southeast, which was the direction of the altar where the atomic glow was located.
"It's almost successful. I can't calm down anymore. If Xiao Qi can also see this great scene with me, it will be even more perfect..." Yuan Zhongling murmured with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Said to himself.
Over the altar hosted by Atomic Hui, blood clouds rolled in at an extremely fast speed from the southeast, carrying overwhelming power, and transformed into two monks in the sky, none other than Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi.
In ten days, the two of them had already expelled the backlash of the Bloodthirsty Escape Technique, and even the old diseases of their souls had fully recovered, and both their cultivation and state had returned to their peak.
The two of them recognized Xia Chen who was in the center of the crowd at a glance. Although Xia Chen changed his appearance, the fluctuation of his spiritual brand was impossible to change.
The monks on the altar had just been surprised by the strange changes in the space when they saw Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi coming. They immediately became a mess, screaming loudly and frightened, and scrambling to escape for their lives.
Although Xia Chen has already said that there is a way to deal with it, so that everyone does not have to be nervous. However, fear cannot be eliminated with words. If you do not run for your life at this time, you may be dead.
Xueyinzi's eyes showed excitement and cruelty, and he said in a sharp voice: "You little bastard, do you think I won't recognize you if you change your appearance? You even set up a bullshit altar. Do you think you can summon some existence to protect you?"
Your life?"
Xue Zhenzi's expression changed. He looked at the weird space ripples and suddenly felt something very bad. He said loudly: "Little sister, stop talking nonsense and kill him quickly."
Countless blood-colored runes flashed in his hand, and instantly condensed into a long bloody blade, which came out of his hand and slashed towards Xia Chen silently.
Xia Chen remained motionless. Although his face was calm, he was extremely nervous in his heart. He was not wearing the armor of the Four Sacred Beasts now. If he was hit by this blood blade, he would probably be seriously injured even if he was not dead. I don't know if Mr. Jiuyou Ming could do it.
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The bloody blade flew extremely fast and reached the halfway point in a blink of an eye. However, after touching the spatial ripples, it suddenly seemed to encounter great resistance and became extremely slow. It kept spinning, as if it was being caught.
Caught in an invisible whirlpool.
In the blink of an eye, the ripples in space swept the bloody blade away without a trace.
Xia Chen breathed a sigh of relief, but Xue Zhenzi was shocked and angry.
"You little bastard, die!" Xueyinzi shouted angrily, pressing his hands down, two huge blood clouds stretched out from his hands like smoke and rushed toward Xia Chen.
This blood cloud contains powerful corrosive power, and with Xia Chen's cultivation level, there is no possibility of resisting it.
But at this time, there were more and more ripples in the space, and the scope became wider and wider. Almost in the blink of an eye, it spread to a space of hundreds of feet in radius, surrounding the two of them.
Xia Chen retreated silently, carefully keeping himself outside the ripples of space, not daring to cross over at all. The Seventh Patriarch, Yuan Zhongling, solemnly warned that once the jade token is crushed, he must not be involved in the projection.
Within the scope, otherwise it is very likely to be used as a sacrifice by Lord Jiuyouming.
The blood cloud just gushed out a few feet, and was cut into pieces by countless spatial ripples, and then disappeared one after another.
Seeing this scene, Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi's expressions became extremely ugly.
They didn't pay attention to the spatial ripples at first, thinking it was a deliberate stunt that Xia Chen made to avoid being chased. But now, they finally realized something was wrong.
The space ripples could not only swallow up their attacks, but even their spiritual thoughts. As the ripples became denser and denser, the two of them even felt that their bodies were being attracted by a powerful force, as if they were about to be sucked into another place.
A world.
"Let's go!" Xue Zhenzi made a decisive decision. He shouted loudly, took Xue Yinzi with him, set up his escape light and was about to disappear.
But it was too late, countless space ripples came over, like whirlpools in the sea, and began to swallow them.
Xia Chen was further away, and then he could see clearly. Those spatial ripples seemed to be invisible existences. However, countless ripples were combined together to form a huge transparent shape.
This behemoth looks a bit like a monster. It seems to be trying hard to break away from the powerful space barrier and project its true form in the world.
In the grand hall of the main altar, the seven ancestors clenched their fists nervously. They stared at the forbidden light curtain without blinking. Looking at the light curtain, the shape of the behemoth was clearer and more concrete.
"Lord Jiuyouming, are you finally going to project yourself?" Yuan Zhongling smiled proudly. "Enjoy the sacrifice we give you."
Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi roared in fear, and blood gushed out from their bodies like substance. They used their magical powers to frantically try to escape from the ripples in space.
The seventh-level magical monks have always been top-notch beings and have never met an opponent. But now, no matter how hard Makoto and Xueyinzi struggle, they still cannot escape from the ripples. Instead, they sink deeper and deeper, and their souls have more power.
The pain was like being torn apart, and I was filled with shock, regret and fear.
Xia Chen retreated far away again, his face turned slightly pale. Seeing these two life-long enemies trapped in the ripples of space, they seemed to be unable to resist. Not only did he not feel any sense of relaxation in his heart, but he felt as if he was about to face the end of the world.
of great fear.
This fear comes from the pressure of Lord Jiuyouming.
The body of the behemoth has gradually become clearer. It is like a huge whale, showing a deep black color, and all the ripples in the space have become as black as dyed with ink.
The extremely powerful pressure gradually emanated from the void and gradually condensed into a powerful will.
This will is filled with boundless killing intent, and seems to have no sense at all. As long as he opens his eyes, he will kill and devour all the life he sees and turn it into his own nourishment.
Xia Chen could be considered a powerful monk who killed many people, but when he felt this bloody will, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and there was a kind of fear that came from the depths of his soul.
Damn it, damn it... What kind of monster did the seventh ancestor of the Yuan family communicate with? Is this Lord Jiuyouming? If such a thing full of bloody killings were projected, wouldn't it cause disaster?
He did not know that Lord Jiuyouming during the communication between the seven ancestors of the original family did not reveal his will to kill and kill, but was a very rational and intelligent being.
Obviously, Lord Jiuyou Ming deceived the Yuan family just to project himself over.
But at this moment, what the seven ancestors of the original family saw in the main altar were just images on the light screen, but they could not feel the bloody will that Xia Chen felt at all. Seeing everyone trembling, they thought it was Lord Jiuyouming.
Due to the pressure, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
In the pitch-black space ripples, two groups of blood light were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those were Xue Zhenzi and Xue Yinzi, two powerful seventh-level monks with magical powers. Facing the terrifying projection of Lord Jiuyouming, they had no power to resist at all. Their souls were gradually turning black, and seemed to be about to be swallowed up.
"My will comes to another world. Those who obey me will live, and those who go against me will perish..."
A powerful mental wave came from the dark behemoth. Although it was not a language, it instantly made Xia Chen and all the other monks who were still on the altar understand what he meant.
Puff, puff... Except for Xia Chen, the magical monks couldn't bear the pressure of this mental wave and couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
Even if Xia Chen was standing, he was still shaky and his face was pale.