Chapter 273 Yuan Yaos grace and Shuras underworld sickle
Among the ten tribes of the Mulan forward coalition, the Huangsha tribe was eliminated by Ye Changsheng as soon as they met him.
The only high-level monks dispatched by this large tribe were one Nascent Soul and two pill-forming monks. After being killed by Ye Changsheng, the tribe was considered useless.
The low-level monks and mortals below didn't even know what had just happened, and they had no idea that all the high-level powers in the clan had been killed by others.
After Ye Changsheng left, it didn't take long for several rays of light to fly here.
In the escaping light, the powerful aura revealed their identity as Nascent Soul monks.
These are several other Nascent Soul monks from the ten major tribal alliances, summoned by the leader, Master Mu of the Tianfeng Tribe.
They came to encircle and suppress Nanlong Hou and his party.
In fact, as soon as Nanlonghou and his party approached the Mulan Grassland, their whereabouts were discovered by the Mulan people.
At that time, Master Mu of the Tianfeng Division learned the news and urgently dispatched the Huangsha Division to block the way of this group of people.
In fact, he was also extremely confused and didn't want to fight with these human Nascent Souls right now.
But such a group of people came to Mulan Grassland. Who knows what they came for?
He must not let it go, otherwise something goes wrong and he cannot bear the consequences.
So, arrangements were made immediately.
The task he gave Huangshabu was to temporarily stop these Nascent Souls and wait for the arrival of his reinforcements.
Then he quickly went to summon other Nascent Souls.
Unexpectedly, the great master of the Huangsha tribe knew that his order was intended to consume the strength of the Huangsha tribe, so he ignored Nanlong Hou and his party and let them go.
But in the end, the people of the Huangsha tribe died at the hands of Ye Changsheng. When the Nascent Souls from other tribes gathered and discovered this scene, their faces suddenly became extremely gloomy.
"All the high-level monks in the Huangsha tribe are dead. This is probably the work of those Tiannan Nascent Souls. Brother Mu, what should we do next?" A voice came out of the escaping light.
The Nascent Souls of the nine Mulan people gathered here, looking coldly at the Huangsha Department below.
The Huangsha tribe is now abolished, and the fate that awaits them in the future is probably to be annexed by other tribes.
Grand Master Mu of the Tianfeng Division looked extremely ugly. Although the Huangsha Division looked like it was suffering heavy casualties, he was secretly happy. However, if such a big problem occurs, he, as the vanguard commander, has a big responsibility.
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"Chasing, we must not let these Tiannan people enter the depths of Mulan Grassland!" He said with a look of gritted teeth.
In an instant, nine rays of light chased Nanlonghou and his party as well as Ye Changsheng.
Soon, Ye Changsheng's consciousness discovered the group of Mu Lan Nascent Souls who were chasing after them.
"Well, should I stop these people here? Or should I let them go and let them chase the Nanlong Marquis people?" Ye Changsheng's eyes showed a pensive look.
With his strength, he thought it would not be difficult to deal with these Yuanyings who were chasing after him.
After all, these are just nine early Yuanying monks.
However, it will probably take a lot of time to deal with this group of people. In this case, the people of Nanlonghou are likely to fly out of his monitoring range.
Moreover, after this group of forward troops has passed, the real army of magicians from the Mulan people should be coming soon.
At that time, if you fall into the army of magicians, you will really be unable to survive.
Thousands of monks took action together, and even the late-stage great monks had to flee.
It is best to leave this area before the mage army actually arrives, so as not to be entangled by them.
"These guys are all old foxes. They should have known that their group had been discovered by the Mulan people. If there were no pursuers behind them, it would have aroused their suspicion!"
"Just let these people go!"
Ye Changsheng murmured to himself, and suddenly he stopped and fell to the ground. The light on his body zigzagged and then disappeared.
Even the human beings and their breath were gone.
After a while, the nine Nascent Souls of the Mulan people all rushed over and flew past, completely unaware of Ye Changsheng's presence here.
The speed of this group of people was very fast, much faster than that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks, simply because they were all riding in a white flying magic weapon.
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Windmill!
The flying magic weapon of the Mulan people's Tianfeng tribe, the normal flying speed is far faster than that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks.
After the group of people flew over, Ye Changsheng appeared again and followed them from a distance.
When they finally arrived at the Mulan grassland, Nanlonghou and his party of eight were chased by this group of Mulan people.
Seeing these Mu Lan Yuanying chasing after them, the expressions of Nanlong Hou and others suddenly changed.
They have no intention of fighting with these people, and it is impossible for anyone to fight in such a place, because the Mulan army will be coming soon.
So, after some casual discussion, Nanlong Hou gave everyone a gathering place, and then the group of eight people immediately dispersed and flew in different directions.
Seeing the actions of the Tiannan monks, these Mulan people immediately dispersed. Two of them went to chase Nanlong Hou, and the remaining seven people went to chase the other seven people.
Ye Changsheng stayed behind. After briefly sensing Yuan Yao's position, he also flew in that direction.
Soon, he discovered that the person chasing Yuan Yao was none other than Mu Lan Yuanying who was driving the wind chariot.
After flying hundreds of miles, Yuan Yao looked at Yufengchai behind him, which was getting closer and closer to him, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.
Her Shura Pluto Technique records many secret techniques of the ghost path, among which there are naturally extremely mysterious escape techniques.
This kind of escape technique is just a little slower to perform than the blood escape technique that requires consuming essence and blood to perform.
This is already the most advanced escape technique. It is extremely fast, but it still cannot escape the pursuit of the person behind it.
Not only that, the distance between them was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that Mu Lan Yuanying, who was driving the wind chariot, was about to catch up.
Yuan Yao sighed softly. She finally understood why the expression of the old man surnamed Yun, who was in the middle stage of Yuan Ying, changed drastically when she saw the windmill just now.
This wind chariot is really a top-level flying treasure. Unless she uses the magical power of blood escape, she can't get rid of the opponent.
But in such a dangerous grassland, using the blood escape technique to consume blood essence is undoubtedly a matter of great hidden danger.
It was impossible for Yuan Yao to do this, so she stopped, turned around, and planned to fight with this Mu Lan Nascent Soul to test the sorcerer's spiritual power.
Just after entering Nascent Soul, I have never fought against anyone.
Looking coldly at the white light that was catching up, a huge long-handled sickle appeared in Yuan Yao's hand.
This sickle is as black as ink, with countless talismans faintly flowing on it. The deep black color gives people the feeling of sucking in the soul.
Shura Underworld Scythe!
This is Yuan Yao's natal magic weapon. If it can transform to the extreme in the future, it will become a ghost holy weapon.
The sickle is longer than a human being. Yuan Yao, who is wearing a black dress, looks petite when standing under this huge sickle.
Her snow-white skin and pitch-black magic weapon contrast with each other, creating a thrilling beauty.
When the Mulan man's Nascent Soul saw the sickle from a distance, he immediately felt frightened.
As soon as the spiritual consciousness touches this magic weapon, it immediately swallows it.
"What kind of evil magic weapon is this?" He was extremely surprised, and the speed of the wind chariot under his feet suddenly slowed down a lot.
Slowly, the wind chariot stopped a hundred feet away from Yuan Yao.
The monk in the car was an old man in his sixties, with some weird blue tattoos on both sides of his cheeks.
He was wearing a strange blue brocade shirt, and his spiritual energy fluctuated astonishingly. He was actually a monk at the peak of the early Nascent Soul stage.
After the sorcerer got off the car, he glanced coldly at Yuan Yao, stretched out his hand, and the wind chariot quickly became smaller and fell into his hand, where he calmly put it away.
Seeing the opponent's calm movements, Yuan Yao's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and with a swipe of the huge scythe in her hand, a jet-black blade flew out diagonally, slashing towards the old man at extremely fast speed.
When the old man saw this scene, he calmly raised his hand. The blue light suddenly appeared in his hand, and a slender blue thread turned into a giant python and jumped out, meeting the dark blade light.
Boom!
An explosion sounded, the two rays of light collided and intertwined, and terrifying spiritual power fluctuations spread out.
When the old man saw the giant python flying out and blocking the dark blade light, a look of relief suddenly appeared on his face.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw the dark blade light explode in the air, turning into thin black threads.
These jet black threads were so sharp that they strangled the giant blue python in the blink of an eye, and then rushed over overwhelmingly.
"What?!"
The Yuanying of the Mulan people was shocked when he saw this scene, and quickly threw out a blue bead in his hand.
The blue bead was spinning in the air, and then pieces of blue ice flew out from the bead.
Countless blue ice fragments were densely suspended on the mountain above the old man's head. He looked stern and shouted coldly: "Go!"
Immediately, the blue ice crystals all over the sky burst out like strong bows and crossbows, hitting those dark silk threads.
As soon as the two met, the blue ice burst immediately and turned into a white mist of cold air, wrapping all the dark and sharp threads in it and freezing them.
At the same time, countless blue ice crystals burst towards Yuan Yao.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Yao swiped the sickle in front of her, and in an instant, dark lotuses appeared out of thin air, spinning in front of her.
After those blue ice crystals hit these lotus flowers, they were immediately blocked. Even if they sprayed out cold air, it was sucked away by the lotus flowers.
The old man frowned when he saw this scene, and his eyes looked thoughtful, as if he was recalling something.
Within a breath or two, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Ghost power?!"
A faint smile bloomed on Yuan Yao's peerless appearance, and in an instant, the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
A gray flame suddenly surged out of her body, swallowing up all the surrounding blue ice crystals.
Silently, those blue ice crystals were all refined by the gray flames.
Yuan Yao smiled sweetly, made a seal with both hands, and then endless black mist erupted from her whole body.
This black mist spread quickly, encompassing the entire area for several miles.
The old man's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene, and the blue bead in his hand emitted a hazy light, forming a blue light curtain that enveloped him.
Yuan Yao's figure disappeared in the dark ghost mist. The next moment, in the ghost mist, in those places with the strongest yin energy, dark lotus flowers grew.
The lotus bloomed, and figures walked out of it, all dressed in black, Yuan Yao holding a huge sickle in his hand and a cold smile on his face.
Seeing this scene, the Mu Lan Yuanying monk's complexion suddenly changed. His consciousness was greatly affected by the ghost mist, and he could not distinguish the authenticity of these figures at all.
Hundreds of women in black skirts came towards him!
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound, and a sickle as black as ink seemed to appear out of thin air and struck the blue bead, immediately making an explosion.
The blue light curtain shook violently!
The old man looked gloomily at the snow-white hand holding the huge scythe.
One after another, the figures of women in black skirts rushed toward him, and each time the sickle struck down, the blue light curtain trembled violently.
It's as if these figures are real.
But the old man knew that it was absolutely impossible for all of them to be true. They should all be phantoms, but his consciousness could not distinguish them.
The opponent's real body is hidden in this bunch of shadows, and he keeps attacking him.
"I want to see how long you can last in my Shura ghost realm!" A clear and melodious voice came from the ghost mist. It was so ethereal and ethereal, as if it came from outside the sky.
The old man felt a little anxious. In this place, he couldn't find the other party's true identity at all, so he could only be beaten passively.
As soon as he thought about it, he had the intention to retreat. This Yuanying monk from Tiannan was not easy to mess with, and his methods were too weird.
He had only heard of ghost monks before, but this was the first time he encountered them.
A black mountain peak appeared in the old man's hand. He muttered something in his mouth. In the blink of an eye, black light flowed on the surface of the mountain, and its volume increased sharply. In an instant, it became dozens of feet in size, floating above his head.
The dark mountain peaks rotated crazily, forming a huge suction force that swept away all the surrounding ghost fog.
Some figures of women in black skirts were also involved, and were instantly crushed by the terrifying power in the huge whirlpool.
A vacuum appeared in this ghostly space, and the windmill under the old man's feet reappeared. With a flash of white light, it rushed out of this ghostly space at an extremely fast speed.
When he escaped several miles in one breath, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, he found that the sky behind him was clear, and the dark ghostly space disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Everything seemed to be his hallucination. The woman in the black dress was holding a sickle in her hand and was looking at him with a faint smile on her face.
There was a hint of sarcasm in that smile.
The old man was startled, and was about to carefully consider the meaning of this smile, when he heard a gentle voice coming from his ear:
"This wind chariot is pretty good, so take it with me for transportation!"