The dark inner hall was dim and dull, with a few lights that were not bright and weak and emitted a melancholy light. Although it was not so dark that you could not see your fingers, it still filled the inner hall with an unspeakable depressing atmosphere.
Especially when Wu Bucai, wearing a black robe, walked out of the queue and stood on both sides, dozens of masters in the southern border closed their mouths in shock.
A deathly silence quickly spread within the hall, as if the inner hall had truly turned into a ghastly and terrifying Senluo Demonic Field.
"Brother!"
Wu Buyong shouted several times, but Wu Bucai didn't see any reaction. He was so angry that he ignored Lingxi's obstruction, shrugged and walked over, and grabbed Wu Bucai's shoulders with both hands.
He forced Wu Bucai to raise his head. When Wu Bucai raised his head, everyone's faces suddenly turned green.
Wu Bucai's face was dark, with a cloud of black energy lingering around him. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he didn't recognize Wu Buyong at all. He looked blankly at his junior brother. There was no expression on Wu Bucai's face.
Watching from a close distance, Wu Buyong was startled. He took a step back and shouted: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
As soon as this sound fell, everyone heard the door creaking, and a gloomy and hoarse voice with a hint of ridicule slowly resounded from the hall.
"Haha, Brother Wu, your senior brother has lost his soul. No matter how loud you scream, he won't be able to hear you."
As the sinister ghostly aura sounded that was so oppressive that it made people feel suffocated, everyone looked at the open side door in unison. A tall, burly, pale-faced middle-aged man wearing a black cloak sauntered out of it.
come out.
This life has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, but it also has a huge back, a head and body that are completely out of proportion, small eye frames, black pupils, and pointed ears. How can it be seen that it is not close to a creature like a "human", or this guy is more like
A bat that became a spirit and transformed into a human form.
However, judging from this man's aura, he should not be transformed into some spiritual beast, but a real human being, but his ghostly aura betrayed his identity as a soul cultivator.
Seeing this "monster" that looked both human and inhuman, everyone present was furious. It was already obvious that this man was the culprit who brought everyone here, the master of this place.
Of course, the most angry one among them was Wu Buyong. When he saw the "bat monster", Wu Buyong jumped up and flew a distance of more than ten meters with a strong step. He flipped his old fist angrily and hit the man head-on.
"Give my senior brother his life."
Seeing the battle starting, everyone's eyes were shining brightly. Everyone was being manipulated. They seemed to be calm, but they were already filled with righteous indignation. It was just right for Wu Buyong to go up and destroy the majesty of the coming person.
Let out a bad breath.
It is rumored in the Southern Territory that Wu Buyong is an unparalleled genius who is on par with Ouyang Chenhang. The strength of his fists has always been famous for looking down on the Southern Territory. The earth element power surged up, and suddenly there was a burst of flying sand and rocks in the inner hall, and a storm of dust and smoke surrounded Wu Buyong.
Yong Na's casserole-sized fist roared away in bursts of wind and thunder. It was so powerful just by looking at it. The turbulence of the fist sent out waves of energy ripples, shaking all the decorations in the inner hall into powder.
Such a shocking punch almost used more than 80% of Wu Buyong's divine power, but the ghost-like guy opposite him actually had a smile on his face, without the slightest worry. When the punch was about to hit, he just
He gently raised his right hand and blocked Wu Buyong's heavy punch at an amazing speed.
The moment the fists collided, a scream exploded in the inner hall...
"boom!"
Overflowing ripples of energy continuously shot out from the confrontation between the fists, and the resulting energy dissipated crazily.
Although the people present are all masters of the realm of dust, they are also divided into strong and weak. Feng Jueyu, Zhou Jinshan, Li Conghan, Changsun Jiangxue, Zhao Wudi, Ouyang Chenhang and the like are nothing, but the others are a bit struggling, so
At least thirty masters drew an arc and retreated, leaving the inner hall to Wu Buyong and the weirdo.
But what is puzzling is that the man did not confront Wu Buyong head-on. He took the heavy punch with ease and only took a step back before standing still.
Looking at Wu Buyong again, what caused an uproar in the whole audience was that not only did that earth-shattering punch not achieve considerable results, Wu Buyong seemed to be bounced back by a strong force, and was shot straight away from a distance, completely withdrawing.
Five or six feet away, I stood still in shock.
There is no speed at all in the fight between the two. They are fighting for divine cultivation and strength level. This situation clearly shows that there is still an obvious gap between the strength of the two. The mysterious weirdo is actually stronger than Wu Buyong.
More than one piece.
After the brief exchange, Feng Jueyu was not the only one whose expressions changed in the inner hall. Ouyang Chenhang, Zhao Wudi, and the eldest grandson Jiang Xue all took a breath of cold air.
"This person has a very advanced level of cultivation."
"That's right, his original divine power is extremely profound, and he is definitely the top master under Chongyang."
"Who is he? How come I've never heard of him?"
As the whispers slowly spread, the inner hall was suddenly shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. Apart from the dozens of black-clothed followers present, there were more than fifty masters from the southern region. Among them, alone
Xuanzhao masters accounted for one-third of the total, but no one was not shocked by the mysterious man's cultivation, even Feng Jueyu.
Therefore, the identity of the mysterious man is even more worthy of everyone's exploration and scrutiny.
Wu Buyong could not lose his face in one blow, and given his character, he certainly would not give up. After standing firm, Wu Buyong glared at the mysterious man, and a strong fighting spirit arose spontaneously.
Looking at Wu Buyong's stronger aura, the mysterious man suddenly took a step back, waved his hand and said: "Brother Wu, wait a minute, Senior Brother Ling is not injured, can you just listen to what I have to say."
After hearing this, Ouyang Chenhang stood up and said: "Brother Wu, let him make it clear before we fight."
With this persuasion, Wu Buyong's momentum slowed down slightly, but he did not give up his hatred of this person: "Okay, I will give you a chance to say, why did you lead everyone here?"
The man smiled conspiratorially, and the old god walked towards the throne in the middle of the hall and sat down on it. Ling Xi stood behind him with several followers in black. The mysterious man just said: "Speak clearly to this matter."
Before that, please allow me to introduce myself. I, Qiu Yinshu, am the current owner of Prince Qin Guang’s Palace."
As he spoke, he turned to Wu Buyong and said: "Brother Wu wants to know why Senior Brother Ling is like this. He said that this incident started a month ago. To be honest, I have been practicing in this temple for more than a hundred years. It was passed down from
The lineage of the ancient soul clan originally had no intention of showing up in the southern border. I didn't expect that a month ago, Brother Wu and others, oh, that was Brother Bucai, tried to cross the Sanming Bridge with others. In fact, there was a precedent for this in the past.
, Wu Zong has always been in contact with Fohe Tianmen across the street. I knew it very well and never paid attention to it. The purpose was not to cause trouble. However, it was different this time. When my senior brother came here, he was accidentally caught by Sanmingdi Yin.
Trapped in the formation, Brother Wu said something unpleasant to prevent him from escaping due to his cultivation level. However, he fell in love with a Youbi Heart Grass that had grown from the ancient Soul Clan for thousands of years, so he accidentally walked away.
After entering the door of death, if I hadn't rescued him in time, I'm afraid senior brother Ling would have been dead by now."
"Youbixincao?"
The eldest grandson Jiang Xue was startled when he heard this, and asked in astonishment: "Is the Youbi Heart Grass you mentioned is the source of evil that has been passed down from generation to generation by the ancient Soul Clan?"
"Huh?"
Qiu Yinshu was also startled when he heard this, and then smiled and said: "They are all Taoist friends from the eldest grandson of Zizhulin, who are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. When I saw them today, they were indeed extraordinary. Yes, Youbixincao is the source of Yin evil.
It is the foundation for my ancient soul clan to cultivate divine power. This Youbixincao was destroyed by the Dragon King four thousand years ago. It should not exist in this world, but for some unknown reason, it happened to be that Brother Wu Bucai passed through it.
On the occasion of Sanming Bridge, it reappeared in the world. Since Taoist Fellow Changsun knows that Youbi Heart Grass is the source of Yin evil, he must know the origin of this Yin evil."
Everyone looked at the eldest grandson Jiangxue with doubts. The eldest grandson Jiangxue looked surprisingly solemn and nodded: "If my guess is correct, although the Youbi Heart Grass is a plant, it has spiritual intelligence. It has been rumored since ancient times that it is evil.
The source can transform humans, ghosts and monsters, and no one knows the shape it takes. However, like us practitioners, it can control formations, perform spiritual methods, and be proficient in martial arts. It can also appear in the form of a green plant or atomization.
It is actually the most evil thing in the ancient soul clan. The source of evil has never surrendered to anyone. Its appearance will always bring a huge disaster to the nearby area. I don’t know if what I said is right or not."
Changsun Jiangxue explained the origin of the source of the evil evil clearly in a few words, and in a few words, people who heard the source of the evil evil for the first time were almost invariably surprised. They couldn't imagine it at all.
There are such evil things in the world.
"Not bad."
Qiu Yinshu applauded Changsun Jiangxue for his profound knowledge, and said: "Since Taoist Taoist Changsun has explained Youbixincao so thoroughly, I guess there is no need to say more. I am not afraid to tell you that Youbixincao
This is exactly the case. Although Qiu did not witness the fight between Brother Wu Bucai and Youbixincao that day, I am certain that the hundreds of people in the Wu clan were killed by Youbixincao, not enemies.
Someone did it, and the treasures that everyone here lost were stolen by Youbixincao using the soul-summoning spell to enslave the innocent souls here. Now, do you understand what happened?"
Qiu Yinshu's words were not surprising. He completely blamed the loss of treasures by many masters in the southern region on the head of a small grass. It did sound a bit ridiculous. However, looking at Qiu Yinshu's serious performance,
Everyone present looked depressed and confused. Is this true or false?