Five hundred and ninetieth eight chapters betrayal
Without the mental attack, Yunyiao calmed down and decided to break free from the knife net for the rest of his life.
"My king, stop struggling. You know you can't kill me." The four bodies of Yunyao attacked in all directions, constantly tearing at Yu Sheng's knife web.
Yu Sheng has the god-killer's sword heart in his right hand, and four Niu are enough to deal with it, so Niu can never break free.
After hearing what Yuniao said, Yu Sheng still had time to say: "Do you think this young master will fight an uncertain battle? You underestimate my young master's IQ too much."
He struck back Yuniao who was trying to break out with a knife, "Don't worry, just because I can't kill you doesn't mean others can't kill you."
Yunyao originally wanted to comment on Yu Sheng's IQ, but was shocked when she heard that Yu Sheng had hired help. Could it be that King Donghuang is here?
Seriously speaking, regarding the feud between the Fusang Tree and King Donghuang, Yaniao only received a promise from it, and the specific reason is unknown.
Now if King Ruo of Donghuang abandons the fusang tree and comes here to deal with him, then Yuniao feels that he is not far from death.
For Yu Sheng, the 猰窺 is difficult to deal with, but it is different for the King of Donghuang. Even a hundred 簰簿 will not dare to challenge the King of Donghuang.
Thinking of this, Niyou looked around nervously. As soon as he raised his head and saw the black clouds above his head, the black clouds fell down with a "bang".
Countless ghosts and ghosts howled, whizzing down like locusts during a plague of locusts and swooping down on the beast.
Yan Niao was stunned and stayed where he was, letting the ghosts and ghosts cling to him and burrow into his body along the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and forehead.
Yu Sheng stopped and stood next to Li Gui, looking at them densely surrounding Yiying. He couldn't believe it for a moment. The majestic ancient god was suppressed like this?
You are right to worry about the rest of your life.
Just when he was putting away the knife and preparing to catch Niyong's soul at the moment when it was rushed out of the body, there was a "boom" and the surrounded body of Ninyong burst into flames.
This fire was not the fireball when the 猰窭 was attacking. It was a strange green light, and the ghosts that were touched screamed and were swallowed up by the green fire.
The Wu Zhu on the hill was countered at the same time, the incense sticks in front of him were broken one after another, and the desolate man in the center who was the eye of the magic circle even vomited a mouthful of blood.
He looked at the green light under the hill, his eyes widened, and said in disbelief: "Soul fire, this is soul fire, soul fire from fire."
Soul Fire was obtained from fire by Wu Xian, the leader of the top ten witches in Lingshan.
There are three types of fire in the Great Wilderness. One is in the Central Plains, which was buried at the bottom of the lake by the hands of the gods; one is in the Eastern Wasteland, which was submerged by the sea water, and the other is in the Southern Wasteland.
Everyone in the world thinks that the fire of the Southern Wilderness has disappeared without a trace, but in fact it is not the case. The Fire of the Southern Wilderness is now enshrined on the building wood of Lingshan, and has been shining on the heavenly path of Lingshan.
Soul fire has always been a secret of Lingshan. Only the ten witches of Lingshan and Wu Yang have it. Now Huang Shi actually saw the soul fire in the hand of Yuniao. You can imagine his shock.
In one breath, Huang Shi thought of a lot, but he couldn't guess what role the ten great witches of Lingshan played in the incident.
At the foot of the hill, Yu Sheng was startled by the sudden change. He quickly took a step back and looked at Yu Niao warily.
Just when he was at a loss, he saw the four bodies of Nianyiao disappearing, and he turned back into the elegant person he was when he first met him in the rest of his life.
There was a huge oil-paper umbrella floating above his head, and the green light from the oil-paper umbrella kept swallowing up ghosts and ghosts.
The evil ghosts in the "black cloud" in the sky saw something wrong and tried to escape but couldn't. They were sucked into the green fire of the oil-paper umbrella.
"This, this..." Yu Sheng couldn't say a complete sentence. Isn't the ability of this oil-paper umbrella to collect souls unique to the witch academy? How come an ancient god can do it?
Or, what tricks did the shamans of Lingshan do when they resurrected the ancient gods?
In an instant, Yu Sheng's mind was spinning a thousand times, but Yu Niao smiled proudly.
He stretched out a finger gracefully and fiddled with the handle of the umbrella, "My king, if you want to kill me relying on the poor skills of these wizards, then you will underestimate me too much."
"You, what are you..." Yu Sheng took another step back, now he was really helpless.
"My king, I need to thank you more. If you hadn't summoned these witches to sacrifice these ghosts, the souls in my umbrella wouldn't be enough."
Yunyao chuckled, "My king, now it's time for you to taste the soul-eating taste I prepared for you." After saying that, Yunyao snapped her fingers.
In an instant, the ghost emerged from the huge oil-paper umbrella and rushed towards Yu Sheng under the green fire light.
Seeing that something was wrong, Yu Sheng turned around and wanted to run away, but it was too late. A wisp of ghost penetrated into Yu Sheng's back, and his whole body immediately became inoperable.
"Yu Sheng!" Aunt Qing, who was always paying attention to Yu Sheng on the hill, saw that he was trapped, and forced the giant back with a sword to jump down the mountain.
However, a huge wooden stick blocked her, and a giant came in to prevent Aunt Qing from helping Yu Sheng.
Other sword fairies also want to help, but the giants have different skills. If they relax even a little bit, they will be at a disadvantage and their lives will be in danger, making it difficult to free their hands.
"Ah~"
As the ghosts continued to penetrate, Yu Sheng's head swelled up, as if something was trying to come out and tear Yu Sheng's head.
The green-flamed ghosts ignored Yu Sheng's screams and continued to pour out of the huge oil paper umbrella and get into his body.
"Stop, sir, stop it quickly." While everyone was anxious, a shouting voice came from the sky, followed by a string of cranes.
Ye Zi raised his head high and saw the man in yellow flying over on a crane, and waved anxiously to Yu Ni.
These men in yellow clothes were the divine attendants of the city temple built before Yunyao's death. They were dedicated to serve him. Broken swords and broken chapters were all among them.
After learning that Niyong was resurrected, but his soul was severely damaged, they were ordered to find a mirror to recall Yanyong's soul and restore him to his former self.
"Is that you?" Yaniao looked up at the white-browed old man on the crane's back, letting the men in yellow fall down and stand in front of him.
"It's me, sir, it's us. We are here to take you back to the city." The white-browed old man saluted excitedly.
Yu Sheng screamed beside him, and the white-browed old man said respectfully: "City Lord, Shopkeeper Yu is the heir of King Donghuang. Please don't cause trouble again and come back with us."
"Go back to the city? Go back to what city? If you get him, then the whole wilderness will be mine." Yunyao looked at Yu Sheng eagerly.
"grown ups…"
"Luo Si!"
The white-browed old man wanted to say more, and with an impatient move of his fingers, the oil-paper umbrella fired a stream of green fire at the white-browed old man, setting him on fire with a bang.
"Elder!" Duan Jian was startled, and subconsciously pulled the old man with white eyebrows. As soon as he touched him, the green fire immediately spread to him.
Just as the remaining men in yellow clothes were about to retreat, the green fire had already burned them like lightning.
"Sir, you..." The white-browed old man only said three words in the end. His body turned into ashes, and his soul was pulled closer to the oil-paper umbrella by the green fire.
At this time, Yu Sheng was in even more pain, and his screams were earth-shattering, making the monsters feel a little unbearable when they heard it.
Aunt Qing could no longer care about anything else and rushed towards Yu Sheng without even trying to avoid the giant's stick.
When Yuniao saw it, he chuckled and snapped his fingers, and a ball of green fire immediately surrounded Yu Sheng.
Anyone who dares to touch the rest of his life now will have to be burned.
Fortunately, Yu Shiyu arrived in time and held Aunt Qing tightly to prevent her from being burned to death by the green fire.
"Don't be impulsive." Yu Shiyu said and waved his hand, and a sword stabbed at the green fire like a meteor. It burned out as soon as it touched and could not pierce Xuniao at all.
Looking at Yu Sheng's face that turned ferocious due to pain, Yu Shiyu also became anxious.
When the two of them were at a loss, the giant shouted from behind: "Stop, everyone, stop, everyone, stop!"
The giant who heard the shouts of his companions took a step back and withdrew, looking puzzled at the giant who had just let Aunt Qing go.
"We have to capture the son of King Donghuang alive so that we can get the warrior's head back." The giant pointed at Yu Sheng on the field, "If he dies, what will we give him in exchange?"
"That's right." The giants woke up one after another.
The sword fairies who had gained a breather were startled and looked at the giant who was fighting with them just now. Did they rebel in just one breath?