Chapter 70 The Fall of the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits (1)
Feeling the impending death, the Ancestor of the Resentful Spirit stared at Xiao Yan and the others, and laughed loudly with great reluctance. The Throne of Bones opened a feast of fighting spirit in his hysterical laughter.
The illusory figure sitting on the Bone Throne seemed to sense everything. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He stood up with a sudden movement, and the palm pressed on the Bone Throne suddenly exerted force, "Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the armrest of the Bone Throne suddenly broke, with fragments flying everywhere.
The ferocious face of the ancestor of the resentful spirits was filled with uncontrollable anger, and a pair of blood-colored eyes suddenly appeared, passed through the void, and hung high above the heads of Xiao Yan and others.
These blood-red eyes have a soul-stirring magic power. Although they are suspended in mid-air, they seem to be able to pierce through everyone's bodies and intimidate their souls. It is terrifying.
Only Xiao Yan's soul power was strong enough, and he was not as seriously intimidated as the others. He turned around coldly, showed a sarcastic smile, and faced the bloody eyes.
The blood-red eyes were provoked, and his eyes suddenly darkened, becoming even more bloodthirsty and crazy. The powerful soul deterrence made the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth twitch slightly.
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and secretly ran the Blood Spirit Art, feeling that the pressure was greatly reduced.
"Hahahaha, young man, what a powerful soul power, what a wide range of soul fighting skills. If I swallow your soul power, it will be of great benefit to me!"
The hoarse voice of the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits seemed to ring in everyone's ears.
The words "What a wide range of soul fighting skills" fell in Xiao Yan's ears, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. These words were equivalent to acknowledging the power of Xiao Yan's "Wrath of the Underworld".
In other words, the ancestor of the resentful spirit will not be so stupid that he will continue to consume too much soul power to summon countless skeletons! And this is exactly the result Xiao Yan wants to get.
Xiao Yan was overjoyed, but his slightly pale face did not dare to show any expression, because at this time, Xiao Yan's soul power had already been exhausted, and the sea of soul consciousness seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then spliced together and torn apart again.
Cracked, spliced and torn...
Fighting Qi can be restored with elixirs, but soul power cannot be restored and can only be restored slowly over time.
Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and suppressed the almost uncontrollable cry of pain. His steps already felt frivolous, but with the support of the Heavenly Fire Eternal Ancient Ruler, he did not dare and did not show any abnormality.
"Hmph! What a bunch of trash!"
Suddenly, the roar of the ancestor of the resentful spirits was heard, and a burst of green light trembled among the densely packed skeleton army in the endless desert. Countless resentful spirits all let out low hisses of submission and begging.
The Ancestor of Resentful Spirits squinted his eyes, the handprints on his hands changed suddenly, and the green light in countless skulls was instantly pulled out of the skeletons, flying towards the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits.
The skeleton that had lost its resentful spirit was formless and soulless, standing blankly on the spot, no longer a threat to Xiao Yan and others.
Everyone immediately heaved a sigh of relief. They were all so relieved that their toes were so weak that they almost fell down.
Xiao Yan persisted with all his strength, not letting himself show a trace of fatigue, because the ancestor of the resentful spirit was afraid of the power of his soul.
Obviously, Xiao Yan made the right bet.
This matter is very dangerous. If the Ancestor of the Resentful Spirit is a little more patient and waits even a little longer, everyone's ending may be changed! Thinking of this, Xiao Yan can't help but feel a chill that pierces his heart.
"Don't be too happy! Try the eighteen-blood spirit formation that I forged with resentful spirits again!"
The corner of the ancestor of the resentful spirit suddenly raised a hint of unruliness.
I saw that with the gathering of fighting spirit and resentful spirits, eighteen large bloody flags appeared out of thin air on the Throne of Bones. The flags soared into the sky, standing like pillars supporting the sky under the sky.
The ancestor of the resentful spirit, who was in the center of the Bone Throne, quickly made consecutive hand seals, pouring fighting spirit and soul power into the formation.
"There has never been a living person under this formation. It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future!"
The ancestor of the resentful spirits spoke loudly and with crazy confidence.
Before Xiao Yan and the others could even take a few deep breaths, their slightly relaxed nerves became tense again.
In the distance, with the Ancestor of the Resentful Spirit as the center, eighteen large blood-colored flagpoles were already a thousand feet high. The flags were fluttering, shaking out a haze, completely covering the world.
At this moment, the sky is no longer the same as before, and the earth is not the same as before.
Everyone stood there without moving at all, but they felt as if they were among the tumbling flags. There was only blood red in the sky and on the ground, like a huge wave of blood. The smell of blood that swept over them, accompanied by the overwhelming red color, was so rich that it dispersed.
It won't open, it's disgusting.
Xiao Yan looked at it intently, and saw that the blood flag was actually made up of countless resentful spirits, devouring each other, tearing each other apart, and trying to choose someone to devour. It was extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Everyone did not dare to act rashly, they could only form a tight circle, alert to the surrounding movements, and be ready to resist possible situations at any time.
"At the cost of sacrificing the vitality of the resentful spirits, we summoned the blood evil energy of the earth to create the supreme blood spirit formation! It is your honor to enjoy this formation! Hahaha."
The unbridled voice of the ancestor of the resentful spirit comes near and far away, and its trace cannot be traced.
"We have to deal with this strange situation and the overwhelming resentment."
The golden shield had already lit up and enveloped everyone. Xiao Zhan, who had always been impulsive, stared at the illusory figure of the ancestor of the resentful spirits that flickered in and out of sight in the center of the formation, frowning, and showing a rare calmness and calmness on his face.
.
Everyone looked at the churning formation of blood spirits, not feeling any shock at the words of the ancestor of the resentful spirit, and quietly waited for the upcoming decisive battle.
At this time, around everyone, there were many resentful spirits flying in the blood. The eighteen-pole flag became only vaguely visible. It seemed that it was within reach with one step forward, but it seemed out of reach. This kind of
The strange visual contrast made Xiao Yan frown deeply.
"The first flag moves, the blood knife sacrifices to the sky!"
The angry roar of the ancestor of the resentful spirits came from the blood spirit formation. Immediately afterwards, the blood flag was waved. Countless resentful spirits turned into giant swords and slashed down from the sky. A sharp sword light illuminated Xiao Yan.
Several people's cheeks were instantly struck like lightning flashes across the sky.
The sword was fierce and fast, as fast as a meteor. The strong wind it brought disturbed everyone's hair, but it could not disturb their rock-solid hearts.
"The Wrath of the Underworld!"
Xiao Yan moved his hands slowly but powerfully, resisting the weakness caused by the drying up of the sea of consciousness, and launched an attack.
A giant giant stepped out again, causing the water of the Yellow Spring River to roll towards the giant knife.
Xiao Yan secretly sighed in his heart. Although there were no more skeletons like a sea, there were countless resentful spirits in exchange. He really didn't know whether to say he was happy or worried. But now, he could only fight to the death.
"Well!"
Everyone exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
But in the blink of an eye, the "Wrath of the Underworld", which had been going all the way, faced the giant knife, but it was like a leaf accidentally falling into the water. After only a few ripples, the afterimage dissipated in the void, and everything returned to calm.
Immediately afterwards, a strong wind came, the knife fell faster and the wind became more violent.
"Why, why exactly?"
Everyone was puzzled. Just now, they were able to deal with Yuru's "Wrath of the Underworld" against the Skeleton Legion like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, but now they have no power at all against the resentful spirits. Not only do they have no power, but they seem to be vulnerable to a single attack?
In the midst of shock, the sword was approaching.
"I come!"
Xiao Zhan suddenly moved and stepped forward into the void. The golden light shrank sharply and turned into layers of armor covering his hard fists. His heavy fists suddenly struck out and collided with the giant knife, causing the sky to be filled with bloody golden light.
.
"Bang!"
There was a heavy muffled sound, and in an instant, the light and shadow disappeared.
Xiao Zhan took seven steps back. The armor on his arm made a "creep" sound as it shattered along a knife mark. It spread and shattered into pieces, turning into fragments and disappearing in the air.
At the same time, the blood knife slowly dissipated and turned into a piece of resentful spirit that merged into the blood spirit formation.
"Hahahaha, this is just the beginning!"
The madness of the ancestor of the resentful spirit started again, mixed with a proud contempt.
"Damn it! You...have the ability to come out and challenge me!"
Xiao Zhan roared angrily, his anger deafening.
"Young man, although your soul power is strong enough, you are still wishful thinking in breaking through the resentful spirit that has covered me with blood-evil yin energy for many years!" The ancestor of the resentful spirit turned a deaf ear to Xiao Zhan's provocation and spoke to Xiao Yan arrogantly.
, "Just accept your death!"
"That's so arrogant." Zhen Ni couldn't help but interrupt, brushing up the messy silk with her delicate hands, revealing her beautiful face.
She turned to look worriedly at Xiao Yan, whose face was turning green and white. She understood his worries, but she was helpless and extremely anxious.
Feeling Zhen Ni's gaze, Xiao Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a forced smile.
"The power of the soul is useless, so how can we break this blood spirit formation?"
Looking at the bloody formation of resentful spirits, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.
"The second flag moves, the blood gun comes out of the hole!"
Without any time to breathe, the second move of the Ancestor of Resentful Spirits came one after another.
The eighteen bloody flags rolled up violently like a torrent, and the eighteen blood spears changed directions as quickly as lightning, flickering and appearing, disappearing and disappearing, passing through layers of blood mist and stabbing everyone.
At the same time, buried in the blood-filled sky, the sharp and shrill roars of countless resentful spirits suddenly sounded, disturbing everyone's minds.
The blood flag was waving, the tip of the spear was dancing, like a poisonous snake's snake letter, flashing with sharp light, so flexible and fast that people can't figure out the reality.
"call!"
The whistling sound suddenly sounded. Before Xiao Yan could react, the bloody spear tip had already pierced his clothes and came straight towards his chest.
"careful!"
Le Shaolong and Ziying waited for a long time to gather their momentum. They were surprised by the speed of the blood spear. At the same time, the weapon was unsheathed and the figure disappeared. They flashed in front of Xiao Yan, leaving only two afterimages.
The solid figure and the sharp blade just blocked the attack of the spears. Then he followed the trend and slashed at eighteen spears with a sharp blade like the wind.
“Bang bang bang!”
The eighteen bloody spears were like eighteen enraged giant dragons, striking at Le Shaolong and Ziying like blood-devouring beasts. Each blow was more ferocious than the last, and each one was more shocking than the last.
Le Shaolong and Ziying had huge beads of sweat on their foreheads, their faces became distorted and pale, their hands holding the weapons tightly were covered with veins, and there was a violent knocking sound between their teeth.
They will soon be unable to hold on any longer.
Everyone hurriedly showed off their weapons and formed a dazzling series of hand seals, preparing to support.
At this moment, "Bang!" the sky filled with blood mist suddenly exploded with a loud bang. The two tried their best to burst out with powerful fighting spirit. The last blood gun flashed past, and the heat wave surged away.