The Mang brothers are twin brothers, and their appearance is not much different. The only difference is that the elder brother wears black clothes, while the younger brother wears white clothes. In addition, they each have a strange hat on their head. The magic weapon of fame is the mourning stick, so Xiu In the fairy world, many people call them Black and White.
Seducing souls and killing people is in line with their murderous and cruel personalities.
At this time, the two brothers rolled their eyes like dead fish and stared coldly at the oncoming black-faced old man.
"Gee, it seems that you are the elder of the fourth room?"
"That's right!" The black-faced old man nodded: "My Ning family has no enmity with you two. Why should Xian Kunzhong come to this muddy water? If you are willing to stop here, my Ning family will be grateful and will definitely thank you both. A fellow Taoist."
"Giggle." The brother in black among the Mang clan spoke up: "Your Excellency is also an immortal cultivator in the Condensation Stage. Why is your knowledge so shallow? The so-called taking people's money to eliminate disasters, we have already suffered from the Yungui Sect. There is no reason to betray the interests of others, not to mention that your Ning family is in danger of escaping this time, so how can you reward us?"
The voices of the two men of the Mang clan were hoarse in the extreme, like rubbing stone against metal, which was unpleasant and harsh to the extreme.
"My brother is right, you can go and die!"
The man in white danced the mourning stick in his hand, and suddenly a sinister wind roared past, mixed with the shrill roars of the ghosts, and several large skulls appeared in sight.
He opened and closed his mouth, chewing randomly and rushed over.
The black-faced monk's expression froze. He was indeed a Wuxu monk with a great reputation. A casual attack from the opponent had such great power.
Seeing that the skeleton was only a few feet away from him, he stretched out his hand and slapped the back of his head, and a few strands of red thread flew out of his mouth.
It's bright and shining, this person is practicing the flying needle magic weapon.
"go!"
The black-faced monk pointed, and the few strands of red threads fought with the skeleton.
"Huh, that's interesting!"
Seeing that the opponent's cultivation level was not weak, the brother in black among the two Mang heroes showed a cruel smile on his face. They didn't know how to talk about a fair duel, and they were good at using the crowd to bully the weak. With a wave of his hand, this man would also The mourning stick in the palm of his hand was sacrificed.
Roar!
A muffled thunderous sound reached my ears, and I saw the mourning stick hovering slightly in the sky, its black light emitted, and suddenly transformed into an ink dragon several feet long.
With a flick of his tail, he rushed towards the opponent with a roar.
The black-faced monk was horrified. He patted his storage bag and took out a talisman. He held it between his index finger and thumb and sprayed a mouthful of blood on it.
The talisman immediately ignited without any wind, and a strange tiger painted on the surface of the talisman paper loomed in the firelight, as if it was alive.
"disease!"
The man pointed at the talisman, and the flames suddenly swelled to a diameter of more than ten feet. In the light of the fire, a pair of strange tigers stood tall and looked extremely powerful.
"Hey, the beast talisman, and what's sealed inside is a third-level mid-level monster. Your Excellency is really willing to give it up, but do you think you can stop us brothers like this?" The man in black sneered, and the magic formulas in his hands were changing. The body of the ink dragon expanded several feet and swooped over.
Before the body arrived, it opened its big mouth and sprayed out a thick poisonous mist. How could the two-headed monster show weakness? It opened its eyes angrily, raised its head and fired back a few waves of light.
boom!
Spiritual power was everywhere, and in the light of the fire, the two monsters began to fight in close combat, biting with teeth and claws, which was extremely fierce.
This black-faced old man is worthy of being the leader of the four houses. He fought one against two and managed to keep up with him in a short period of time. However, the Mang clan's two heroes are so famous. How could it be that their gains were in vain? It was just a test.
Seeing that the other party had used up all his magic weapons, the two of them immediately stopped holding back and resorted to vicious attacks.
As a result, the situation was suddenly very different. First, the flying needle of the black-faced old man was bitten by the teeth of those skeletons.
The old man was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly made seals with his hands and regained his strength. Unfortunately, it was too late. A sharp look appeared in the skeleton's eyes, and it chewed wildly with its big mouth, destroying the flying needle magic weapon.
Feeling that the connection between his mind and heart has been severed, the old man's expression is extremely ugly, his eyes seem to be spitting out fire, and he is constantly refining the flying needle. He has spent two hundred years cultivating this treasure, and finally has the power it has today. At the same time,
I felt a great sense of fear in my heart. I usually used it to defeat the enemy, but today it was destroyed so easily in the opponent's hands.
However, this was just the beginning. On the other side, the ending of the two-headed strange tiger was not much better. Originally they were evenly matched, but after the black-clothed monk fired several spells in a row, Mo Jiao suddenly became mad and raised his claws.
, forcefully slapped the tiger's head on the left. This claw was so powerful that half of the tiger's head was immediately knocked down. At the same time, the Mo Jiao opened its bloody mouth and bit the demon tiger's back, tearing it apart.
Oh no, it actually tore this third-level demon soul into two halves.
Tough is the only way to describe it. The monks nearby were stunned, and the expression of the black-faced old man was even more ugly. Is he really going to perish here?
If you continue to fight, you will undoubtedly be dead. As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you will not have to worry about having no firewood...Run!
He turned around and turned into a red startling light that shot out into the distance. A look of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the two Mang heroes. Only then did they think of running away, it was too late!
The two brothers raised their hands at the same time, and two black lines slipped out of their sleeves, curved like snakes, and chased towards the enemy.
The escape speed was so fast that it was shocking. In almost a blink of an eye, he flew behind after a few flashes. The black-faced old man was shocked. His magic weapon talisman had been destroyed. There was really no way to deal with the enemy. In his hurry, he could only
With a pinch of both hands, several feet-long firebirds were released.
This is an earth-level five-element spell, and its power is not low. However, the two black lines turned a blind eye and passed through the firebird with a sneer, without any blocking effect.
"Soul-Eating Snake!"
The old man's face was full of fear. As the name suggests, this kind of devil snake can swallow people's souls. It is the most evil and vicious. Unexpectedly, he was touched by it and died in its mouth, without even a chance to be reincarnated.
The three souls were frightened to death, but it was too late to hide. They could only close their eyes and wait for death. However, at this moment, a big gray-white hand appeared out of thin air, arriving first and blocking in front of him.
With a puff, the soul-eating snake was caught in the palm of his hand.
When the warehouse turned into a warehouse, the two men of the Mang family couldn't help but be stunned. The black-faced old man escaped from death and showed an expression of overjoyed.
This person also reacted very quickly. He quickly dodged and retreated, only to see two soul-eating snakes struggling desperately, but they could not escape the restraint at all.
"Which guy is so sneaky that he dares to break my brother's spell but doesn't dare to come out to see people?" The two men of the Mang family stared at each other and shouted, while speaking, they released their spiritual consciousness to search.
This matter is really strange. This person is hiding aside, but even with his brother's ability, he doesn't notice anything unusual. Could it be that this person has some hidden special magical power? You have to be careful not to be attacked by him.
"Hmph, Mang's son, relying on the magic of the three-legged cat, dare to come to my Leiyin Mountain to act recklessly?" Along with the muffled thunder-like sound, a dark cloud appeared strangely in the originally empty sky, about several acres,
Roaring and rumbling.
"What's this?"
The monks were attracted by the vision and couldn't help but stare intently. However, at this moment, a majestic pressure centered on the dark clouds enveloped the entire Cang Yue Peak.
Except for the disciples of the Ning family, all the outside monks who entered this place felt a force as heavy as a thousand stones. Those with lower cultivation levels could even stand unsteadily and fell to their knees.
At the same time, he was feeling flustered and short of breath, and he was sweating all over his body.
Although the two heroes of the Mang clan were not so miserable, their expressions suddenly turned livid.
It was not that they had never experienced this feeling before. They had experienced it when they encountered an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage a few years ago. Thinking of the thrill of that encounter, the brothers often had nightmares afterward. If they were not lucky, they would have long since passed away in this world.
But although the Ning family is famous, they have never heard of any Nascent Soul masters. Could it be that they spent a huge price to invite terrible masters from other places?
Countless thoughts flashed through the minds of the two brothers. They had known better than to take a dip in this muddy water, but now it was not so easy to get out of the situation, so they could only concentrate and be on guard.
Contrary to the other party's shock, all the disciples of the Ning family cheered loudly. Although the declining fourth house was not qualified to participate in the meeting at the ancestor's ancestral hall, he had just received the transmission note and probably learned what happened.
I was still a little skeptical at first, but now I have completely put aside my doubts.
My family knows their own affairs, but the Ning family doesn't know any old monster in the Nascent Soul stage. The master who comes to help at this moment is naturally the ancestor.
So all the disciples ignored the powerful enemy and cheered loudly: "See you, ancestor."
Fortunately, those people were also stunned by this terrifying spiritual pressure. As the saying goes, if the first bird is shot, no one will make a sneak attack.
After hearing this, the two heroes of the Mang family became more and more shocked. Didn't their ancestor, the eldest elder of the Ning family, go crazy and die just now?
Where did the ancestor come from?
Could it be that... the other party spread false news deliberately, and the so-called civil strife was simply a trap set up.
The two brothers made a clever guess, but the more they thought about it, the more they felt they were right, and they regretted accepting the bribe from the Yungui Sect.
Of course, they are also people who have experienced strong winds and waves, and they still remain calm on the surface. The monk in black bowed to the clouds: "I don't know your senior's name, so why bother asking for instructions?"
He still had some hope in his heart. He didn't believe that the other party was really an ancestor of the Ning family. If he could benefit from the helper he invited, even if he couldn't win over him, he could at least let his brother live.
"Haha, it's okay to mind your own business. I'll let you see me so that you don't die in peace." A thunderous voice came out from the dark clouds, and then began to surge violently. A tall figure gradually appeared in everyone's sight. This was Lin.
Xuan did it deliberately. His purpose in this battle was not only to kill the enemy, but also to try to increase the prestige of the zombie demon among the Ning family monks. Otherwise, because of his temper, he would directly kill the opponent, so why bother to do so much?