The members of the Feng tribe were amazed and started talking one after another. However, most of the people in the Wuzhi tribe had livid faces, and their eyes when they looked at Wu Lian were full of resentment.
"The other party is at the third level of silver body. This boy can match him at such a young age. It's really scary..."
"I can see that he is very relaxed and obviously still has some energy left..."
"Haha, the Wushi tribe is really blind, shutting out such talents..."
"The leader is still wise and has shown goodwill early..."
Feng Yan's eyes flashed, "It seems that I underestimated him before..."
"This young man is indeed a rare talent that can only be seen in a century. Our clan Xiang'er's talent is also very good. If he is interested..."
A slightly younger old woman beside him suddenly became more active and intended to betroth Xiang'er to him.
Feng Yan shook his head and looked at the girl beside him.
"Great Elder, this son is not a thing in the pond. I feel that even the wild forest cannot trap him. He will definitely soar into the sky in the future. We Xiang'er are not worthy of him. The talent of the girl next to him is even more amazing. Let's give up on this matter. Don't mention it in the future, lest he think we don't have any thoughts."
The third elder was even more shocked when he heard this. Her leader had extraordinary knowledge.
"Yes, Chief. I didn't think well, so the Chief thinks so highly of him?"
Feng Yan turned his gaze to the young man again and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I have underestimated him once before, but now I can't see him clearly. I don't know how much strength he has hidden."
After speaking, she said to the three elders beside her: "Elders, we will invite them together later."
Wumeng looked at the young man in front of him who had been in a stalemate with him for several breaths. He was already extremely horrified and said insincerely.
"It's impossible...how can you be so strong..."
Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the fight between the two, the temperature at the scene suddenly dropped, and a large black mist quickly formed above everyone's heads.
The center of the mist began to rotate extremely fast, and the blackness became more and more dense, forming a point. That point began to evolve into a very small black hole, and an extremely cold and cold breath suddenly emanated from the black hole.
"You traitor is really crazy. With your eighth-level cultivation as a spiritual master, if you use this technique, it will kill everyone if you lose control." The old woman Feng Yan was shocked when she saw the black hole and said urgently.
"You forced me to do this. Who made you go against me again and again? Haha, why are you afraid now? If you give me the secret code now, I can stop."
Wu Lian's face was sinister, and the essence and blood in his hand kept flying towards the black hole. His eyes had turned dark, and his eyes had become cold and inhumane.
"Hmph, don't even think about it. If I give it to you, more people will be killed. Xiang'er, come and help me..."
Feng Yan made quick gestures with his hands and muttered words. A dark beam of light gradually lit up on his hand and shot toward the black hole.
"Oops, it's too late, it's too late..."
Suddenly she spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the light beam on her hand disappeared.
"Mother-in-law..."
Xiang'er's delicate body shook slightly, she quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood from her throat, looked at her mother-in-law beside her and exclaimed.
"Xiang'er, I was just attacked by the technique and I can't die yet. Let the clan members calm down for a while and don't make a sound..."
Feng Yan's eyes began to twinkle. She was helpless against the ghost king who was about to appear. At this moment, she could only take a risk.
After thinking about this, he couldn't help but sigh, took out a talisman from his arms, and began to inject spiritual power into the talisman.
Yan Liang looked at the black hole in the sky, and with a sudden force on his hand, Wumeng flew several feet away. He stood there looking at the hole and did not move forward to do anything.
Wumeng spurted out a mouthful of blood and hurriedly covered his chest. His internal organs had been damaged by the shock. Seeing that the opponent had no intention of continuing to attack, he knew that the opponent did not want to fight anymore at this time.
He also turned his head and looked at the heart-stopping black hole. After pondering for a moment, he slowly retreated back to the team.
Soul Lao looked at the black hole, as if he knew him very well, and couldn't help but said: "The eighth level spiritual master dares to use forbidden techniques, so he is not afraid of being backlashed!"
"The breath coming out of this black hole makes your whole body chill, just like the cold air coming out of the Nine Nether Hell. Can Mr. Hun see what kind of forbidden technique this is?" Yan Liang looked at it for a long time, but he didn't feel that there was something deeper. Enlightenment.
Soul Lao joked: "You kid, you have been deceived all this. She is going to sacrifice and summon the ghost king of the underworld..."
"Old Soul, you can actually summon the Ghost King. Is their witchcraft so powerful?"
The old soul sent him a scene of sacrifice and summoning with his mind, "The art of witches and ghosts comes from the same source and is one. It was only later that as people in the underworld reincarnated into other worlds, they slowly divided into two systems and evolved into witchcraft. .”
An eye as black as ink suddenly appeared in the black hole. It first glanced at everyone present, and then focused on Wu Lian, and a cold voice also sounded.
"Why did you summon me?"
Wu Lian quickly fell to the ground and said, "Little Wu Lian pays homage to the Ghost King."
She turned her head and pointed at the three Yanliangs and the people of the Feng clan, and then said: "Please, adults, make the decision for the villains and take their souls away..."
Yan Liang looked nervously at the Ghost King appearing in the black hole, "Old Soul, how should we deal with it now?"
"This is a small summoning spell. The summoned objects cannot cross the boundary. You don't need to worry at this moment. Just run the 'Xuantian Soul Forging Technique' and we will watch quietly."
The Ghost King looked at Yan Liang, who was standing at the front, and his eyes suddenly froze. An invisible wave suddenly appeared around him, as if to take away his three souls and seven souls.
"Sir, please show mercy..." Feng Yan said hurriedly, feeling the breath.
The ghost king turned to look at her and ignored her. He kicked his ghost eyes and continued to use the "soul-pulling technique".
"Huh……"
After a moment, the Ghost King said with some doubts. He used his skills again, and a dark soul power condensed into a soul rope, which entered the human world and entangled itself towards Yan Liang.
Soul Lao's strong soul power poured into Yan Liang's body, and he was preparing to calcine the soul rope.
The golden egg in the Divine Soul Palace suddenly shook, and the Divine Soul Palace suddenly sent out a huge suction force, and took the initiative to take the soul rope into the Divine Soul Palace.
Yan Liang was startled, but his body did not appear strange. Instead, his soul grew a lot. "Did he absorb the black rope?"
Old Soul was also very puzzled by this. He had never encountered such a situation before, "This..."
The Ghost King's eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't come across the border, so he couldn't show much of his strength, and he couldn't see through the auras hidden in the bodies of everyone in his field.
He didn't know much about this place. Looking at the inconspicuous young man in front of him, he thought for a long time and could only guess that he was protected by his master's treasure.
"You dare to accept this king's soul rope, do you really think I can't do anything to you..."
This little bit of soul power was like a drop in the bucket to him, but instead of taking away his soul, he lost a soul rope, which made him lose face.
Slightly angry, he raised his giant hand as black as ink and was about to reach out from the black hole.
A smile appeared on Yanliang's lips, and he watched quietly without saying anything.
Suddenly a thunder exploded out of thin air, and a bolt of lightning formed a chain of order, about to strike downwards.
The Ghost King was suddenly startled, and quickly retracted his ghost hand and the "Soul Drawing Technique" together, and the ghost energy immediately disappeared without a trace.
After no longer feeling the ghost energy, the chains of order slowly dissipated.
The Ghost King stared at Yan Liang for a moment, sighed and said: "Hey, that's all..."
The Ghost King withdrew his attention and looked towards Feng Yan and the others. He suddenly noticed a familiar aura in the scene and looked at the talisman with some surprise.
"Huh? This aura is a guide. Who are you?"
Feng Yan cupped his fists and saluted, bowed and lowered his head and said, "Back to Lord Ghost King, I am Feng Yan, the leader of the Feng clan."
"Feng family? What is the relationship between Fengdu Underworld Emperor and you?" the ghost king asked in a cold voice without any emotion.
Sweat was dripping from Feng Yan's forehead, and he hurriedly replied: "Reporting to Lord Ghost King, the Underworld Emperor is the ancestor, and we are the remnants of the Feng family in this world."
"It's been a long time ago. I didn't expect that she still has survivors in this world..."
The Ghost King seemed to be lost in memories when he said this. After a long time, he continued: "It is your luck to meet this king this time. In the future, you must not reveal the information of your surviving family to this world. Remember..."
Feng Yan felt relieved after hearing this, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and bowed again.
"Thank you, Lord Ghost King. Those three are friends of our tribe. That Wulian was an abandoned baby that I took in. She taught her witchcraft since she was a child. I didn't expect that she would betray us and retaliate. I have disturbed you, so please atone for your sins."
The Ghost King was a little surprised when he heard this. He quickly looked at Yan Liang and felt that he was a little strange.
Just the moment of contact with Yanliang before, he felt a breath, and he was very confused in his heart.
"Master Ghost King, you cannot violate the sacrifice contract..." Wu Lian still didn't understand what he said and said hurriedly.
"Hmph, you had sinister intentions and deceived me first. Not only did I lose a soul rope, but I was also almost injured by the chain of order." The Ghost King snorted coldly.
Wu Lian's face changed drastically and she kowtowed hurriedly, large beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.
"Master Ghost King, how dare you deceive me? You must have made a mistake..."
"I've already used the soul rope, but the boy's soul still doesn't show up. If you ask me to deal with such a person, why don't you have sinister intentions?"
"My lord, you are wronged..."
"Nao Nao, since you brought me here, you can sacrifice yourself..."
The Ghost King used the "Soul Drawing Technique" on Wulian, and then three Wulian phantoms separated from the body one after another and floated into the black hole.
Wu Lian, who had lost three souls, collapsed to the ground and lost his breath. Soon the seven souls also began to dissipate, completely dead.
Seeing this, Wumeng was sweating profusely and knew that the situation was over. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to them, he led everyone in the tribe to escape from this place without looking back, without even leaving a word.
Yanliang watched the Wushi tribe leave with a sneer on his lips, because his father wanted to resolve the grudges with his own hands, otherwise he would not have a chance to survive.
"Thank you, Lord Ghost King, and please leave your name. Our tribe will remember it for generations to come..."
Feng Yan bowed sincerely at this moment, and everyone in the Feng tribe also bowed. They bowed their heads to respect each other, but they never knelt down like Wu Lian.
Because they are the descendants of the Underworld Emperor, they cannot lose the pride and dignity of their ancestor, the Underworld Emperor.
"There is no need to say thank you. This king is just repaying some karma. We will neither meet again nor leave our names..."
The black hole slowly closed, and the Ghost King glanced at Yanliang one last time. Only then did Yue'er behind him dare to step out and take a peek at him.
The Ghost King's pupils suddenly shrank, and the light in his eyes flickered, but only an indistinct sound came out, and the black hole closed and disappeared.
"big……"
Yan Liang turned his head and looked at Yue'er's whole body.
"I haven't noticed for a long time, it seems to be too big..."
Yue'er's face turned red and she said coyly: "Brother Yanliang, what are you talking about..."
