"Provocation?" Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. Without saying a word, his whole body glowed with green light, and he suddenly turned around and flew back towards the road he came from.
The other party had an arrogant attitude just now, but now he suddenly turned around and ran away without saying a word.
The four people couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that the other party's attitude just now was pretending to be calm and bluffing?
Of course, this is just a guess, but at this moment, there is no time to slowly confirm it. If he is allowed to escape like this, where will the four people's faces be, the ancestor will not be able to explain it when he comes back.
So the four of them didn't think much about it at all. Their bodies were full of energy and they each showed their magical powers and chased after him.
Soon, Plague Dragon Island came into view.
How could Yuwen Zhouyuan be afraid of just four True Lord Stage cultivators? The reason why he led them here was just to kill them completely.
A true man has things to do and things not to do, and he must stand upright!
Sure enough, we saw that the island was devastated, with all kinds of debris scattered all over the place. The former spiritual island has now turned into a place full of corpses and ghosts.
The four of them could hardly believe their eyes, and their expressions were extremely ugly.
They couldn't imagine how furious the ancestor Jiaowen would be if he knew all this.
"You did all this...?" Compared with before, the old man's voice was extremely cold, like a wounded beast licking its wounds.
"Yes, I did it. What can you do, just because of you incompetent guys." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a look of disdain on his face, and his tone was very arrogant.
Although it is Yuwen Zhouyuan's principle to keep a low profile, he is not ambiguous when it is time to be arrogant.
Cultivation of immortality is not only to obtain eternal life, but also has another purpose, which is to get rid of the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth. If you have to look forward and backward in everything, then you are not a cultivator. Being an honest mortal is the best choice.
With this thought in his mind, Yuwen Zhouyuan's behavior was very different from usual, and he was particularly domineering. Of course, the reason why he dared to do this was because he had absolute strength to back him up.
If it were a cultivator at the peak of the True Lord, let alone one against four, even if it was against a cultivator at the late stage of the True Lord, there would be no chance of winning. The gap in realm could not be made up so easily.
Of course, Yuwen Zhouyuan's true realm is there, and he possesses many great magical powers and secret arts, as well as many rare treasures. Naturally, it cannot be inferred using common sense.
"Okay! Okay!" The old man was so angry that his hair stood on end, and not only his eyes, but also his whole neck turned red: "You bastard who doesn't care about life and death, since you are impatient with life, I will send you to reincarnation again."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of "Boom, boom..." came into his ears, and then he clasped his hands, and his originally hunched back suddenly straightened up. Not only that, his body size more than doubled, and a dying man appeared.
The old man turned into a giant man about ten feet tall. His whole body was wrapped in surging demonic energy, and there was a faint fishy smell. He didn't know what evil skills and secrets he was practicing. In short, the power was definitely extraordinary.
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Yu Wen Zhouyuan turned a blind eye, not to mention sacrificing the treasure, and even had no intention of releasing the shield. When the old man saw it, his heart became more and more angry, and the voice of a ferocious laugh came out: "Okay, just a cultivator at the peak of the True Lord,
You have such a big air, I want to see what you are capable of."
Before he finished speaking, a cloud of black mist flew out at an extremely fast speed, but Yuwen Zhouyuan could still see it clearly.
With a flick of his sleeves, a ball of green light met the black mist and enveloped it.
The green light turned into a ball of light, and in the ball of light, there was a ferocious devil's claw crisscrossing and closing, the nails of the devil's claw were sharp and sharp, and there were streaks of black smoke rising from it. Obviously, this was not an ordinary spell, but some kind of big magic.
Powerful special powers.
"It's just a trivial trick, but you still want to trap my Yin Bone Claws. I don't know whether to live or die." The old man had already been angered by Yuwen Zhouyuan, and he made a hand gesture and pointed forward.
Crackling... a crackling sound reached the ears, and the surface of the devil's claws glowed with electricity. Then with a stabbing sound, the light curtain was torn apart like a brocade, and it fiercely grabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan.
The target was Yu Wen Zhouyuan's head. Once hit, Yu Wen Zhouyuan's head would be like tofu and easily crushed by him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's face revealed a strange color: "Huangquan Yin Bone Claw, I didn't expect that the eldest disciple of Lord Jiaowen is actually a ghost monk. Okay, I will try to see how your magical powers in the ghost realm are.
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Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body flashed with black light, and his whole aura suddenly became erratic.
A cloud of black mist swarmed out and enveloped his entire body. Not only the old man, but several True Lord Stage monks next to him were also dumbfounded. This man was obviously a Taoist cultivator. How come...
As we all know, good and evil restrain each other, and this technique cannot be practiced together. However, the scene that happened in front of us broke this common sense.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, and the ghost mist swarmed out, spinning and flickering, forming a vortex.
It was bottomless, and extremely deep inside. Then a pale bone hand stretched out from inside.
The surface is also covered with green ghost fire, which looks like an evil thing from the netherworld.
"It's really a ghost's art!" Facts speak louder than words. Even if it is inconsistent with common sense, this thing is clearly in front of you. How can you still open your eyes and deny it?
The old man was also frightened, but he quickly regained his composure. So what if the other party had magical powers? At first glance, it was just something that could be used as a last resort. How could it be compared with the secret technique that he had practiced for hundreds of years?
This secret technique of Huangquan Yin Bone Claw, even if the monks who are also in the later stage meet it, they will never dare to ignore it in the slightest. It is so powerful that it is not inferior to the natal magic weapon.
I want to defeat the enemy with one move, but the person on the opposite side actually dares to fight with me head-on?
If you don’t know whether to live or die, you will pay the price for being arrogant.
A ferocious look flashed across the old man's face, and he didn't make any unnecessary movements. The underworld's Yin bone claws danced wildly in the air, and the sound of hissing through the air reached his ears. Countless dark claws appeared, overwhelming the sky, and headed towards the enemy.
Flocked away.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't show any weakness. He also pointed out and saw the green light flashing in the bone hand, and hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps appeared next to it, crashing down towards the opponent.
Bang! A sound like the earth was shattering reached my ears, and with the next breath, the claw light and the will-o'-the-wisp collided fiercely without giving in.
The sky quickly turned dark, countless yin energies intertwined around each other, thousands of ghosts cried together, and everyone within a radius of dozens of miles had turned into Shura ghosts.
Black lightning streaked across the sky, and then the will-o'-the-wisps clearly gained the upper hand, blowing up the claws to pieces. A whooshing sound was heard in the ears, and the bone hand rushed past like the underworld's yin bone claws.
There was another black light wave. Compared with the appetizer just now, the collision this time was obviously better. The claw bones held each other's hands, and then the sound of shattering was heard.
"Pfft..." The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face full of disbelief: "Impossible, what secret technique are you doing that can actually break my Hell's Yin Bone Claw?"
"Huh, what's the point of talking about dead people? You'd better be a confused ghost." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly. Before he finished speaking, the green light flashed on the surface of the bone hand and disappeared strangely.
The old man's face changed greatly, and he turned his head warily. Then he seemed to think of something again, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to take out the self-defense treasure. Unfortunately, it was too late, and he saw a sudden green light three feet in front of him.
In a flash, a terrifying skeletal hand appeared without any warning, with a green will-o'-the-wisp, and with lightning speed, it fiercely inserted into his lower abdomen.
Immediately, blood flowed like a torrent, and the old man screamed loudly. His whole body kept twisting and swinging, trying to break free, but it was in vain. The will-o'-the-wisps on the surface of the bone hand swarmed up and enveloped the old man's body.
The other party's screams suddenly stopped, and the person was reduced to ashes, leaving only half of the dead Nascent Soul.
Yuwen Zhouyuan grasped it with five fingers, and the Yuanying was crushed to pieces.
Even the remaining souls were devoured by the will-o'-the-wisps, and they died completely, making it impossible to take revenge in reincarnation.
The whole process seemed complicated, but in fact it only took a few breaths. Before the three cultivators of the True Lord stage could react, their companions had already died, and their faces suddenly turned pale.
As the saying goes, killing chickens to scare monkeys. Killing a late-stage monk by the opponent is almost like chopping melons and vegetables. This magical power is not like that possessed by a mid-stage monk. The three of them only felt a chill behind them. Could it be that the opponent is an old monster in the real stage, pretending to be here to play with themselves?
For several people.
The more I think about it, the more it resembles it. My heart beats like a drum. Before I start fighting, my heart is already timid.
"Where did you come from as a monk? You went to Plague Dragon Island to run wild and kill innocent people indiscriminately. Aren't you afraid of the ancestor's revenge?" The person who spoke was the immortal cultivator in brocade robes and jade belt. He looked to be only in his twenties, and he was not very handsome.
Extremely handsome.
"Killing innocent people indiscriminately?" Yu Wen Zhouyuan smiled: "You evil cultivators from Wenjiao Island have done all kinds of evil, do you have the nerve to say this in front of me? I will exterminate you to do justice for heaven. As for the old man Jiaowen,
Guy, let him live for a while, and I will rob him of the wealth he left on the island. Whoever lets his disciples offend me will be prepared to take revenge from me."
Before the man in the brocade robe could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped. This man's magical power was far stronger than that of a monk of the same level. It was indeed possible for him to defeat the cultivators of the late True Lord.
With this thought in his mind, the young man in brocade robe gradually became calm and relaxed.
If the other party is really pretending to be an old monster, then there is no need to say anything. The three of them can just wash their hands and wait for the slaughter. But if it is Yuwen Zhouyuan, the situation is naturally unusual.
No matter how strong Yuwen Zhouyuan is, he is only a true king. Even if he is better than the immortal cultivators of the same level, can he still withstand the siege of three late-stage cultivators?
The old man died because he was careless and underestimated the enemy, and he would never make such a mistake again.
With this thought in his mind, Yuwen Zhouyuan moved his lips slightly and used the technique of transmitting sounds into secrets. To make a long story short, he told his analysis to the ears of his two companions.
The white-haired old woman and the girl in palace clothes nodded after hearing this. This analysis is reasonable and reasonable, and most likely it is not wrong.
The cold sweat on their heads disappeared, and the expressions they looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan became extremely evil again.
I was almost bluffed by this guy. If I catch him and hand him over to the Jiaowen Ancestor, the three of us will be enough to overcome the problem.
Thinking of this, their faces even showed a bit of excitement.