Chapter 360 The Witch Emperor's Divine Retribution
"Old man! If your ancestor is so powerful, he won't be robbed of his skull! Stop talking nonsense! Grandpa, my patience is limited!" Kui San moved his huge body, floated to the top of the old man's head, and shouted fiercely at him.
"Hehe! Hehehehe!"
The old man lying in the mud slowly squirmed, and regardless of the puddle of mud beneath him, he struggled to sit up, raised an arm and pointed at Kui San, and roared: "Anyone who hurts our witch people will be punished by the witch emperor!
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Kui San was furious again and wanted to use his energy to severely injure the old man. Shi Yu immediately flew over and patted his forehead, stopping Kui San's move.
Landing slowly, Shi Yu walked step by step in front of the old man, lowered his head and looked down, and met the old man's upward gaze.
In the village, the barbarians who poked their heads out from the dilapidated houses and earthen huts saw that Kui San had injured the old man. They jumped out and ran towards the old man. They threw whatever they had in their hands, densely packed rocks, machetes, and even
There were also large pieces of animal bones raining down.
Shi Yu waved one hand, twisted all the flying debris into a ball, threw it in front of the old man, and said softly: "I just asked for directions. If you don't want to answer, that's all. Why do you have to hurt others with bad words?"
What about inflicting a curse?"
After saying that, Shi Yu reached out and gently pulled the old man up, patted away some mud and dirt, and stood him in front of the village gate.
The barbarians rushing behind him, regardless of whether Shi Yu was polite or not, kept yelling and cursing, and picked up the dirt and rocks on the ground and threw them over.
"call out"!
Shi Yu avoided the filth and fled to the sky. He cupped his hands towards the old man who was standing on the ground and said, "Old man! Just say goodbye. You can use evil curses to hurt others and yourself. Use with caution!"
After saying that, the group left quickly.
Not far away, Kui San said angrily: "Sir, why are you so polite to those barbarians? In the Wood Spirit Realm back then, they wanted to eat us!"
Shi Yu ignored Kui San and turned to several martial gods and said, "Do you feel that something is wrong in this world? There is a lot more death energy. The old man just now seemed to be crazy about death."
"Well, I have a feeling. The old man just now had no desire to live at all, just like us who were caught in the dome by the Holy God." An Wushen said in a low voice.
"It should be because the skull of the ancestor was robbed, right? I'm afraid it's unacceptable for a family's treasure to be lost suddenly." Iron Martial God said.
Shi Yu nodded, "It's hard to figure out the objects of faith. The Barbarian Realm and the Xiyue Realm have been fighting for so long, and the barbarians have never touched the skull of the ancestor, which shows that they are in awe of it. I don't know what the magic is about that thing. I have to find a sober person to ask.
clear."
He didn't need to look for someone, someone came to him. An iron spear came screaming, the sharp tip of the spear wiped out a blazing stream of fire in the air, and before anyone could react, it pierced Kui San's belly as solid as iron.
Passing through the back, it brings up the stench of burning bones and flesh.
Kui San howled in pain and fell to the ground.
Shi Yu, who was sitting on Kui San, floated up, his face turned cold, and he narrowed his eyes and looked down.
The land is still wild, with wind-blown grass, rugged sand and rocks, and no human beings.
"Array?"
Shi Yu spread his spiritual thoughts with all his strength, but did not sense any traces of the formation around him.
Kui San struggled to stand up after being hit by a spear. He lowered his head and looked at the wound in horror. The blood was flowing non-stop. No matter how he used his energy to seal it or poured the healing medicine into it, there was no relief at all.
end.
Shi Yu quickly landed, and his spiritual thoughts opened up again, and the deep grass
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There is still no formation among the dead trees.
"Strange thing!" Shi Yu jumped up into the sky again, followed the flying pattern of the iron spear and pushed back, landing on a mound.
After careful inspection, there is ordinary soil under the mound, and there are no structures at all.
Unwilling to give up, Er Er transformed into his original form and went straight into the ground for thousands of feet, surrounded by thousands of feet. When he came out, he just shook his head and found nothing.
Kui San covered his wound and walked over shivering. No matter who tried to treat him, they could not stop the bleeding. Even Ling Xiao poured in a huge amount of energy, which only allowed Kui San's energy replenishment to keep up with the consumption.
There was no remedy for the injury at all.
Shi Yu took a closer look for a moment and shook his head helplessly. He could only condense a few pieces of Yuanling and handed it to Kui San, letting him replenish his Yuan while bleeding. Anyway, he would be fine as soon as he went in and out. He should return to Xuanpan and ask the Realm Master to take action.
It can be cured.
The Three Gods of War were very concerned about Kui San's injury.
As a monk who relies purely on physical attacks, once his body is damaged, most of his power will be lost. Although Kui San is far behind them, who can guarantee that the weird methods of the wild world will not hurt the three of them?
Shi Yu asked Yida to retrieve the iron spear to see if he could find any clues. After searching for thousands of miles, the iron spear also disappeared.
No one could figure out the trick, so they naturally put away their contempt for the Manghuang Realm. They thought that the Manghuang Realm could only be tied with the Xiyue Realm, so they ignored this place. However, not long after they entered,
One person was injured.
"Everyone, please be careful. The Wilderness Realm has been in decline for a long time. This iron spear must not be man-made. It must be the work of the realm-protecting formation set up by the realm master who knows how many years ago.
None of us noticed the coming and going of the iron spear, and if we were careless, we would be severely damaged." Shi Yu solemnly explained, asking everyone to be energetic before setting off on the road again.
Unexpectedly, the flying spears came faster this time. A few people had just risen into the air, and dozens more iron spears roared towards them, targeting Shi Yu.
Everyone looked carefully and saw that these iron spears were not ejected from a machine or thrown by humans. They simply condensed out of the ground and penetrated the air as if they were spiritual beings.
Shi Yu was a little embarrassed. It seemed that the spear just now was aimed at him. It was Kui San, the unlucky guy, who blocked it and suffered an injury that could not be healed.
What puzzled Shiyu was that those iron spears came and went mysteriously. Once they reached out and grabbed hold, they would immediately disappear into the air, as if they had never appeared before.
The iron spears that flew through the air also turned into mist after landing, leaving no trace.
"Hey~" Shi Yu laughed angrily, "Are you treating me as the person who must be killed? I'm not that hateful, right?"
Suddenly, he figured out the cause and effect, and said to everyone with a smile: "It seems that the old witch's words have come true. Kui San injured him and was punished by the Witch Emperor. He should be dead. And I am the chief culprit.
Haha, the culprit!"
"Anyone who hurts our witch people will be punished by the witch emperor. Will the witch emperor protect me and punish the culprit?" An Wushen knocked away several iron spears with one punch, repeated what the old witch said softly, rubbed his aching knuckles,
Then he said in shock:
"If this is really the case, the Witch Emperor is too terrifying! The power of this iron spear is no less powerful than the Holy Envoy's full blow. It is much stronger than the three of us. Shi Yu, you have to be careful."
Shi Yu nodded and said: "It's a pity that I have so many formations and secrets on talismans, but none of them are good at it now. Otherwise, I can have a fight with the master of the wild world hundreds of millions of years ago. An old witch can
The killer formation evoked by just a few words is truly exquisite."
As soon as the words fell, they should have solidified in the distance.
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, the iron spear that flew at extremely high speed suddenly appeared directly in front of Shi Yu and stabbed hard towards the center of his eyebrows.
Shi Yu shivered, and quickly grabbed it with one hand. When the tip of the spear was about to touch the skin on his forehead, he tightened his grip on the spear body, and even if it trembled violently, it would be difficult to make any progress.
The red flame burned on Shi Yu's hand, but was easily extinguished by the black chaos, leaving no trace of scars.
Silently, the iron spears that had failed to attack suddenly dissipated, and then flying spears pierced from everywhere, no longer playing the trick of sneak attacks.
Shi Yu was completely locked by the formation. No matter where he was, flying spears came across the sky. At first, he was able to resist with the strength of the Three Martial Gods, Ling Xiao and himself.
A moment later, the number of flying spears was almost endless, and they rolled in like a river, which could not be stopped.
Shi Yu could only let a few people avoid him, and he released flying scrolls of chaos to wrap around his body.
By the end, it was not just spears that were flying, but everything from small daggers to heavy halberds, all of them appeared out of thin air and flew towards them as if controlled by ghosts.
The overwhelming cold weapons, coupled with the blazing hot flames, look really terrifying.
What's even weirder is that Shi Yu and others also heard the sound of war drums that shook the world, as if there was a real army that was continuously attacking the enemy's formation.
Lines of chaotic air as black as ink circled and danced around Shi Yu like a giant python, sweeping down all the flying weapons.
Shi Yu stood in the chaos, rubbing his sore fists, staring at the weapons coming like a huge wave, feeling extremely surprised.
The formation seemed to be spying on his limits, gradually increasing the number and power of the flying blades bit by bit, and was not in a hurry to kill him all at once.
The three brothers, unable to help, stood on the ground and stared blankly at Shi Yu fighting with the spear. Kui San suddenly said:
"This bullshit formation isn't just trying to leave the young master's body for the various minions to cook and devour, right?"
After hearing this, Yi Da trembled all over and reached out to slap Kui San on the head.
Er Er rarely expressed his opinion and nodded, "I think so too. Otherwise, if billions of iron spears are charged directly, even the young master will not be able to stop him! The barbarians use cannibalism as a means of cultivation. Maybe they really have such a plan.
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The three of them were talking to each other on the ground, and Shi Yu frowned secretly.
There is some truth to Kui San's statement. With the cultivation methods of the Manghuang monks, Shi Yu can be regarded as a top-notch divine talent.
The current scene reminded him of his encounter in the Great Void Immortal Realm. The endless flying blades were like countless soul-cleansing needles, and they would not stop until Shi Yu was imprisoned.
But today is different from the past. Shi Yu can no longer be dealt with by just flying blades. The chaos python destroyed countless sharp blades in its whirling motion.
After half a moment of futile assault, the seemingly endless storm of flame blades suddenly stopped, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.
Just like the soul-cleansing needle back then, Shi Yu's soul was no longer found, and everything returned to peace.
There had been no attack for a long time, and everyone had just gathered together to discuss how to continue looking for people and asking for directions, when a blinding wind suddenly blew.
Shi Yu only felt the gloomy wind gusting and wailing continuously, as if countless innocent souls were reaching out to claw at his body, and a cold and soul-stirring tingling sensation spread all over his body.
"Another spell?"
As soon as Shiyu's thoughts arise, the sad wind subsides.
When they were able to distinguish objects again, everyone had been drawn into a majestic hall with a ceiling of a hundred feet high. It was surrounded by walls with no doors or windows, and the darkness and silence were especially eerie.
