Sensing the strange abilities of the Blood River Clan, Liang Yan's mind raced and he quickly made a decision.
"Pass my command, Feilong, to the rear of the Fuhu Palace. The army will retreat slowly in a formation of three talents and nine unique skills, and stop three hundred miles away!"
With the Blood River at their back, the Blood River tribe was almost invincible. It was unwise to fight on the edge of the Blood River. Therefore, Liang Yan ordered the army to retreat. As for whether to take a detour or attack by force, he would wait until they reached a safe place.
Planned.
After hearing his order, the officers and soldiers of the Bamboo Army immediately began to command their men to retreat without any hesitation.
Zhao Yi and Fu Hu stood in the rear, and the "Pudu Tianyin Formation" filled the sky with Buddha's light, resisting the attacks of the blood beasts and blood shadows. Zhao Yi and others were fighting and walking to cover the retreat of the army.
At this moment, the blood river suddenly rolled violently, and a terrifying aura spread out, making Nanxuan's hundred thousand troops shudder.
Zhao Yi and Venerable Fuhu both had solemn expressions on their faces, and even Liang Yan frowned slightly.
The next moment, the blood river suddenly parted, and a huge monster emerged from the bottom of the river.
This monster is over a thousand feet tall, and its entire body is made of blood and mud. It has countless twisted and struggling faces, and hundreds of arms that are intertwined and dancing like branches.
A violent aura spread from this monster's body.
"What is this?"
Most of the soldiers had a look of horror in their eyes, especially the monks with lower cultivation levels, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Want to leave? Wishful thinking! Hahaha"
There was a strange sound coming from the monster's body, as if thousands of people were talking at the same time, men and women, old and young, and no one knew which face on the body was smiling.
"You outsiders who trespass into the Black Mountain Territory deserve to die! Beiming deserves to die, and so do you!"
"Now that you are here, then obediently become the blood food of our Blood River clan and become one of us!"
"Hahaha!"
At the same time, various different sounds appeared in the monster's body, some were laughing, some were crying, it was a chaotic mess!
Among the 100,000 monks in the Bamboo Army, many were affected by this sound and their consciousness became confused. They covered their ears with their hands and almost went crazy. Even Luotian Mountain's "Pudu Tianyin Array" could not purify them.
"Come die!"
The monster shouted loudly, and thousands of streaks of blood shot out from the bottom of the river, as if they were streaks of red horses, streaking across the sky, heading straight towards the incoming army.
This bloody light was extremely fast, and it was in front of the bamboo army in a blink of an eye. Venerable Fuhu was shocked and hurriedly made a magic spell. The lotus flower under his seat flashed and took the initiative to block the army.
"Shuai Liang, quickly lead the army and retreat, I will come to resist this evildoer!"
Venerable Fuhu made a secret with one hand and turned the beads with the other. Layers of Buddha's light condensed in front of him, turning into a golden Buddha with thousands of hands and eyes, trying to block the speeding blood light.
"Fuhu, no!"
Liang Yan shouted loudly and decisively drew his sword, but it was too late.
I saw countless bloody lights, like sharp swords, piercing through the golden Buddha in mid-air, and at the same time, it also pierced the golden light protecting the body of Lord Fuhu.
puff!
Venerable Fuhu groaned and fell from the golden lotus. The wound burst open and blood spurted out!
"Uncle Master!"
Anxious shouts rang out from below, and the disciples of Luo Tianshan rushed over to catch the Lord Fuhu who fell from mid-air.
Those bloody lights wanted to pursue again, but were stopped by a sword light. They saw lightning and thunder, sword energy galloping, and a purple thunder dragon spinning in mid-air, turning the pursuing blood lights into blood mist.
"Huh! Don't even think about leaving!"
The monster in the blood river let out a sharp scream, and hundreds of arms were waving at the same time. The blood light in mid-air spread to all directions, forming a huge barrier, covering the white cloud road hundreds of miles in front and behind.
"They are all my blood food, they are all my rations. Come on, let's become one!"
Amidst the laughter, the monster raised more than thirty arms at the same time and grabbed them from the air.
Bloody vortexes suddenly appeared in the sky above the Bamboo Army. As the vortex rotated rapidly, a strange and inexplicable suction force came from it. Some of the Bamboo Army were not strong enough and could not control their bodies. They soared upward into the air, and people around them
Ladu couldn't hold it back and could only watch as they were sucked into the whirlpool.
"Delicious, it is indeed delicious! The flesh and blood of you outside monks tastes more delicious than the other seven tribes!"
"snort!"
Just when the monster was intoxicated with itself, a cold snort suddenly came from the front, followed by a black sword light volleying through the air.
"Are you looking for death? Then I'll help you!"
The monster laughed loudly, and dozens more arms were raised high. The blood river in front of it was rolling violently. A moment later, a huge bloody hand stretched out from the bottom of the river, and firmly grasped the sword that was coming at speed.
Light!
The sword light disappeared and the sword energy also dissipated.
The monster's laughter became even more proud: "Why, aren't you very powerful? You want to break through the territory of our Blood River Clan with just this method?"
Nan Youyue, Hongyun and others saw it from a distance and immediately made a secret to rush to support Liang Yan.
"Don't worry about me."
Liang Yan didn't look back and said through the message: "Leave this monster to me alone. You and other monks from the Blood River Tribe must fight and cover the safe retreat of the army."
"But you are handsome." Nan Youyue's eyes showed worry.
"Don't worry, this thing can't do anything to me."
Liang Yan smiled softly and formed a magic formula in his hand.
I saw the huge bloody hand suddenly trembling in mid-air, and then I saw bottomless black holes appearing on the surface of the bloody hand, wildly devouring the blood around it.
"How could you!"
The monster screamed and squeezed harder with its bloody hands, only to see the black hole getting bigger and bigger, the sword energy scattered in all directions, and wherever it passed, the blood and water turned into nothingness, as if it had never existed.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the bloody hand exploded in mid-air, turning into fluffy blood mist, and in the blood mist, a black sword lotus could be faintly rotated slowly.
"It seems you are nothing more than that."
Liang Yan sneered, and the black sword lotus slammed into the monster's abdomen. At the same time, the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword also turned into a thunder dragon, fell from the sky, and struck its head with a sword.
"Foreign monks, don't be so arrogant!"
The monster screamed, and one of its arms quickly grew in size, reaching a length of a hundred feet. It stretched out its hand to grab at the bottom of the Blood River, and unexpectedly grabbed a blood-red stick-like weapon.
The weapon was made of unknown materials, and its entire body was covered in blood. It also had the True Text mark of the Blood River Clan on it, exuding a ferocious aura.
when!
With a loud noise, the monster raised its blood stick and blocked Liang Yan's thunderous sword.
At the same time, the hundreds of strange faces on its body screamed at the same time, and long scarlet tongues spit out from its mouth, entangling the black sword lotus that was galloping towards it.
Although the "Lightless Sword Sutra" contains dark laws that can neutralize the opponent's magical powers, these strange red tongues can continuously regenerate. No matter how the black sword lotus turns, they cannot completely wipe out the red tongues. Instead, they are trapped in the original place.
land.
The monster used its great supernatural power to catch Liang Yan's two sword rays, and was about to fight back when it saw another sword ray falling from high in the sky.
The Mayfly Sword Pill penetrated straight into the monster's head, from top to bottom, and penetrated with one sword! At the same time, the space behind the monster flashed, and the Dingguang Sword Pill flew out, and with a horizontal sword, it cut it in the middle.
Two sword lights, one green and one silver, drew a "ten" in mid-air.
As the two sword lights crossed each other, this strange monster was cut into four huge pieces of meat, and countless blood spurted out, like a volcano erupting.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Everyone in Nanxuan couldn't help cheering when they saw this scene from a distance. The monster that they thought was extremely powerful could not stop the sharp sword of their own commander!
But before everyone could be happy for a long time, the surface of the blood river rolled again, and countless blood flowed upstream, condensing into shape in a very short period of time.
It's actually the same monster again, even the breath is exactly the same as before!
"Hahaha, you can't kill me!"
The monster laughed crazily: "No matter how powerful your magical powers are, as long as I am in this river of blood, I am invincible! Even if you can kill me once or twice, there will always be a time when you are exhausted, and then you will
Dead!"
After hearing these words, Liang Yan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Speaking of being reborn with blood, it seems that I can do it too
But he didn't want to waste time, let alone reveal his trump card in front of a hundred thousand troops, so he sneered and pinched the sword in his hand again.
Four rays of sword light descended from the sky without reservation, launching a new round of attack on the monster.
While Liang Yan was leading an army to fight fiercely with the Blood River tribe, something strange happened in a valley thousands of miles away on Baiyun Road.
This valley is very secretive, the interior is scarlet in color, and the mountain walls are carved with dense rune marks, three inches into the stone, and the middle is filled with blood.
There is a huge pond suspended in the sky in the middle of the valley. The inside of the pond is filled with tumbling blood. There are ninety-nine black chains running through it, and the other end is connected to the blood-colored runes on the mountain wall.
This blood pool is like a fountain. There is always a steady stream of blood emerging from the bottom, and then the blood pool emerges and turns into six blood rivers, flowing out of the valley.
Below the blood pool, there are hundreds of figures sitting cross-legged.
Judging from their appearance, these people should be monks from the Blood River tribe. They are meditating under the blood pool, with their eyes closed, and their hands are constantly changing magic formulas. It seems that they are performing some kind of magical power.
However, most people frowned, as if they had encountered some difficulty.
Such a quiet and strange atmosphere lasted for an unknown period of time, until one of the old men suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange expression on his face, and a hint of doubt in his eyes.
The others felt something strange and opened their eyes one after another, turning their gazes towards the old man.
"Chief, what's wrong with you?" someone asked with concern.
The old man didn't answer, and silently used his magical power. After checking it carefully for a moment, he slowly said: "Just now I felt something strange in my body, which made me uneasy. I don't know what went wrong."
After hearing this, everyone else's expressions changed and they were surprised: "That man actually has such magical powers? Can he still hurt the clan leader from such a long distance?"
"impossible!"
The old man replied with certainty: "Although his sword cultivation method is powerful, it can only defeat 'all evil' at most, but it is impossible to obliterate 'all evil'. We use secret methods to remotely control it, let alone be controlled by him."
It is nonsense to talk about being injured by supernatural powers."
"Clan leader, what did you feel just now?" Someone hesitated to speak.
"Maybe I'm just too worried."
The old man shook his head, and then said with a firm face: "The Holy Land must not be allowed to be interfered with by outsiders. The Fantasy Clan colludes with outsiders. We will record this account first and then attack later. But in today's battle, we must completely annihilate this Nan clan.
Xuan’s army, let them become the food for my Blood River clan.”
"Clan leader, don't worry! Nourished by the blood of the Fallen Spirit Pool, our Blood River Clan is an immortal existence. We just need to spend a little more time and we can always kill all these outsiders." A member of the Blood River Clan.
The elder laughed.
"Um"
The old man nodded, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but no sound came out, and his face suddenly changed.
The next moment, the old man covered his chest with his hands, with a look of pain in his eyes.
This time, everyone could see clearly and knew that there was something wrong with the old man's body.
"Chief, what's wrong with you?"
Several elders with the best connections swooped over and supported the crumbling patriarch.
"I, I seem"
The old man clutched his chest and felt severe pain in his body. The back of his head seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer, and his soul began to vibrate.
"Well!"
There was another muffled groan, and in full view of everyone, the old man's body trembled, and a shadow that looked exactly like himself appeared behind him.
The shadow was light and uncontrollable, soaring upwards into the sky.
Even though the old man tried his best to pull back the phantom, he still couldn't do it. He could only watch the phantom getting farther and farther away from him.
"That's the soul of the patriarch!" someone exclaimed.
"Calling souls and capturing souls, this is the secret technique of the witch clan!"
Everyone in the Blood River tribe reacted. At this moment, a clear bell rang at the entrance of the valley.
Jingle bells, jingle bells!
Although the ringtone was not loud, it clearly appeared in everyone's ears. It was extremely weird!
"The Soul-Calling Holy Bell is indeed from the witch clan!"
The Blood River clan monks in the valley became furious at this moment.
"How dare you attack our clan leader?!"
"Fight them!"
The blood river clan was excited, but several elders with advanced cultivation did not mess up their positions. They all came to the clan leader's side and fired several spells continuously to help the clan leader temporarily stabilize his soul and not be disturbed by the soul-calling holy bell.
Take him away.
At the same time, at the entrance of the valley, a group of monks wearing black robes and cloaks walked in from outside.
The leader of the group held a voodoo doll in his left hand, which looked somewhat similar to the leader of the Blood River clan, except that it was covered with golden needles. In his right hand, he held a golden bell, which he shook gently, making a weird tinkling sound.
.
"Hahaha, Son of the Blood God, you're fine!" the man in black robe said with a smile.
The Blood God Son is the clan leader of the Blood River Clan. With the help of several elders, he has temporarily stabilized his soul, but his face looks a little haggard.