A huge scream sounded, and Shi Yu laughed loudly and put away all his magical powers.
The surrounding situation continued to distort and deform, and the frightened faces of the large group of people gradually became clear.
"Sir! What's wrong with you? We've been calling you for a long time, but you didn't answer!" Kui San's voice was so loud that Shi Yu almost went deaf.
Shi Yu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask Ling Xiao: "What did I look like just now?"
"First they stood still, then they looked at us a few times. After taking a step, they suddenly stopped and launched a fierce attack. Chaos almost swallowed a few of them."
Ling Xiao's narration coincided with several key points in Shi Yu's fantasy world. What he almost swallowed were the people who kept calling him.
Shi Yu closed his eyes again and shook his head vigorously, "It's amazing! I can't guess how terrifying the Witch Emperor is. Not only did he silently change the direction of the realm gate, but he also easily made me fall into an illusion! I released the chaos to break the spell.
Barrier!"
"We are also wondering why we came out to such a place. We thought you had other things to do, sir!" Kui San shouted again.
Shi Yu looked around a few times and said with a smile: "We want to leave, but we can't. When will this Witch Emperor's curse come to an end? Nv Jie didn't even expect that our realm gate would be stolen, otherwise she would have reminded me long ago.
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An Wushen also echoed: "The attack from all realms is really wonderful and extraordinary. We have so much brute force that we can't move forward at any time."
"That's because we are not strong enough! If the Holy God comes here, he will definitely destroy all illusions! Even if the Witch Emperor is reborn, he will not be his enemy!"
Tie Wushen was very unconvinced, and his continuous setbacks made his pride even more fragile.
But his words seemed to offend the soul of the Witch Emperor, and the whole world suddenly turned dim, adding a layer of despair to the already vast and desolate atmosphere.
Several people were immediately alert and tensed up as they tried to get as close as possible.
Shi Yu pulled the three of them to his side, locked them tightly with his spiritual thoughts, and then said in a deep voice: "The illusion just now wanted to trick me into going to the Tower of Babel. It seems that it was just another plan that failed, so everyone be careful!"
Unexpectedly, there were no attacks, and there were no means of confusion. The entire world continued to become dim and dark, but it was not completely dark.
In this tone, people's mood will only become more and more depressed and numb.
Finally, when everyone felt a desperate state of mind that life was at its end and all worlds were about to end, gusts of cool wind blew suddenly, making everyone's clothes rustle.
"It's just us." Yi Da suddenly said.
"Well, they are all dead...we are the only ones left." Hu Er followed.
Kui San hesitated for a moment, "We can do it too? As long as the boss and the second child are here, I'm not afraid."
As soon as he said these words, the sky immediately turned a bit darker, as if at the moment when evening and night intersected, there was still the last weak and feeble afterglow, struggling not to disappear.
Kui San nodded and continued: "But, this seems to be meaningless. Everything has to end, so why not do it now?"
"Yes, everything must end. My parents, my younger brother, my master, Sister Qingxi Qingchi, and my senior brother...will they come back?" Shi Yu's eyes slowly turned, scanning everything in front of him that was dim and desolate.
Ling Xiao and the Three Martial Gods, on the other hand, could not say a word. They were staring blankly at the sky, their eyes getting darker and darker.
“Plop!”
Kui San fell to the ground, followed closely by Yi Er, Yi Da...
When Yu was the last one to throw himself to the ground, the whole sky slowly began to recover.
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Back to normal, but still full of desolation and compassion.
An old man appeared next to everyone, with a face full of ravines and full of vicissitudes of life.
"Powerful outsiders, why do you always disturb the peace of the wilderness?
Why are the people of Shenyu always so arrogant?
Go to sleep, sleep until the moment you end,
Use your strength and your souls to nourish this world that belongs to the Witch Emperor..."
The old man took out a tattered flag from his arms and tremblingly covered everyone. The strange and simple patterns were full of mysterious magic.
When the last piece of the flag fell on Kui San, he seemed unable to bear the heavy pressure and couldn't help but let out a groan.
The old man stopped what he was doing, stared at it for a moment, then nodded and continued, chanting to himself again,
"Rest in peace, mighty Outlander,
The omnipresent eyes of the Witch Emperor,
I'm watching your soul.
In billions of reincarnations, maybe you will be there.
Return to the arms of the Witch Emperor, wandering child..."
"Old man, what are you talking about?" The sudden shout startled the old man.
Just as he was about to dissipate and disappear into the air, a pair of strong hands grabbed his ankles and knocked him to the ground with a bang.
Kui San struggled to lift the flags on his body and said angrily: "What the hell is this? It's so heavy!"
Immediately afterwards, everyone slowly got up from the ground and patted the loose soil on their bodies.
"Shi Yu, are these the Thirteen Witches you are talking about?"
Tie Wushen moved the fastest. He took a few shots and then grabbed the old man and took a closer look.
The old man's cultivation level is indeed average, really only about the same as Kui San's.
"I'm just guessing. With such a powerful soul power running around, no one but me noticed it. I can only guess that it's the Thirteen Witches."
Shi Yu didn't rush to pay attention to the old man, but grabbed the flag and started studying it.
When the old man took it out, there was only a small ball. When spread out, it could cover eight people. It seemed very thin, but it was extremely heavy.
"It's a pity that we couldn't attract more. This old guy is quite a bachelor. He dares to arrest a group of us by himself." Iron Martial God held the old man and pondered for a long time, but he didn't see any tricks.
The old man obviously did not expect such an ending. His cloudy eyes looked at everyone, and finally settled on Shi Yu.
"A powerful foreigner..."
"Old man, can you please speak properly? Who can bear this scream?" Kui San suddenly jumped up and slapped the old man on the head.
"Old sir, don't bother yourself anymore. You're still far behind me when you compare your soul with me.
So don’t expect the soul attack to be useful to me. If I hadn’t wanted to attract a few more of your accomplices, I would have caught you as soon as you spied on me.”
As Shi Yu spoke, he released his real-life soul, which made the old man's eyes tighten and he lowered his head and said nothing.
"Huh? Why don't you speak again? I want you to speak properly, not to pretend to be dead!" Kui San stretched out his hand and pulled the old man's drooped head back and forth.
But he was as if he was newly dead, no matter what he did, he made no sound.
Iron Martial God's violent temper came up again, and he punched the old man in the stomach.
In terms of strength, he is far superior to the old man. If this punch is real, it is possible that he will be wiped out.
The old man who was hung by one arm in the air did not raise his body to dodge, nor did he have the strength to resist, but he was like catkins in the wind, under the fierce wind of the Iron Martial God.
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Floating and dancing, the attack was neutralized within a few inches.
The Iron Martial God was surprised. He was used to hard confrontations, so he was quite new to the technique of overcoming strength with softness. He swung his giant fist a dozen times, and the old man suddenly turned into a shadow again, and all the punch power passed through his body and fell.
In the empty space.
This moment made Tie Wushen's blood surge, and the feeling of missing his fists was definitely uncomfortable.
An Wushen and Tuoba Wushen were also shocked. If this technique spreads all over the world, what else can martial arts do? It will be useless except to open up wasteland!
"The inheritance of the Witch Emperor is indeed wonderful!" Shi Yu also came over, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the old man's body a few times. It was indeed true that the body was real, and it was not an illusion created by someone.
A blade of wind quietly came out and slashed across the old man's arm. His magical force-relieving method was ineffective at this moment, and dark brown blood slowly gushes out like thick sauce.
"Huh! It's such a weird thing again!"
Iron Warrior God abandoned the old man angrily, and was very unhappy that the world was inseparable from the magic of the soul.
Shi Yu smiled faintly, "The Holy God controls you too hard, and the path you take is too extreme. When you encounter another extreme cultivation system, it will be easy to overcome each other."
"Then is there any way?"
"have!"
Shi Yu pressed his hand on the old man again, and dark energy suddenly surged into the old man's body from the joint.
The old man hummed, opened his eyes, and glanced at Shi Yu's face with a sinister gaze, stinging him like a bee's tail.
"Look, you stick so close that he doesn't have enough distance to unload, so it's easy to hurt him."
The poor old man fell into the hands of a group of reckless men and repeatedly thought about how to restrain Yinrou Kung Fu.
However, Shi Yu seemed to be very eager to explore and more patient at the moment, and soon he tortured the old man to pieces.
But the old man's heart was indeed extremely strong. Apart from occasionally letting out a few muffled groans, he let a few people toss him around, as if he had already considered himself dead.
"Forget it! This old gentleman is quite arrogant, and it will have no effect if he is tortured any longer. Thirteen witches are not comparable to ordinary monks."
A few moments later, the old man was really dying, and he never asked for mercy, let alone answered any questions from Shi Yu and the others.
Shi Yu let go of the old man's restraints and gave him a burst of energy.
"I see that you can't make the decision here, and I won't make it difficult for you. Go find the person who makes the decision and tell him that we just want to leave here. Don't force us to really go on a killing spree. In that case, the wilderness will be destroyed.
Not far away."
The old man opened his eyes again, a ray of light rolled through the narrow slits of his eyes, and he slowly sat up.
"In the world of gods and dangers, there are madmen like you, and it is inevitable that you will bring disaster upon yourself."
"Crazy man? Can you be as crazy as you? Devouring people and cultivating people. Is there anything more crazy and cruel than this?"
The old man stood up with a sad smile, pointed at Shi Yu's sudden madness and laughed, "You are the source of disasters stained with injustice. All of them put together are not as good as your scales and horns.
I can see it, I can see it! Just like when Shen Yu created the world, blood spread all over the world!"
Shi Yu was speechless. If there were indeed countless people who died because of him, it would be very possible for the old man to use witchcraft to see the cause and effect in the past.
"Young master! Why are you paying attention to him?" Seeing that Shi Yu was wavering again, Kui San quickly shouted, "Everyone is pointing at you to help him get out of trouble, but you can't have random thoughts."
Startled, Shi Yu smiled, "I was almost led into an illusion again by an old man like you. The Thirteen Witches are really scary."
"The Thirteen Witches are not scary, the scary thing is you!!" A thunderous shout suddenly rushed into Shi Yu's ears, causing everyone's ears to buzz.
