The moment Wu Qingyun spoke, her toes were moving in mid-air. Only then did Pei Xihe and Chanyi realize that her feet were bare. At this moment, there was a natural wildness about her body.
This belongs exclusively to the Twelve Ancestral Witches who were born in the vast world.
The light green luster disappeared into the clouds and mist, making it impossible to capture, but Pei Xihe's demonic power was unparalleled. Even if there was a realm difference between the two women, they could still see through these changes.
The smile in Pei Xihe's eyes disappeared completely, but his face remained calm.
She showed some confusion and vigilance at the right time, as if she was shocked by what Wu Qingyun said just now, pursed her lips and asked, "Don't you know Taoist Fellow Qingyun?"
Pei Xihe had no worries in his heart. Not to mention that Chanyi, who was at the Heavenly Venerate level, was beside him. He was also very brave in battle and would not be afraid of the pair of Taoist priests from the Wu Clan.
Since Wu Qingyun dared to do something secretly, he naturally had never seen Chanyi crush and kill the scorpion beast before.
She remained vigilant in her heart, but she did have a condescending sense of scrutiny. Looking at Yihua and Xiaohua in front of her, she felt that they had chosen such bastard names to deceive themselves and looked down upon her, which made her murderous intention even stronger.
But at this moment, Han Hong, who was beside Wu Qingyun, suddenly changed his expression. He looked at Pei Xihe, and hurriedly pinched his right hand, and there were mysterious lines growing on the back of his hand.
Pei Xihe watched in secret and found that the power of the witch clan's bloodline was pulsating in his body, and he couldn't help but think of an old incident.
It seemed that she had actually encountered this witch clan before. At that time, Pei Xihe entered the immortal world for the first time after ascending. Before he could get a firm foothold, he encountered the predators and attackers. One was a female dragon demon, and the other was a male glutton.
The man who died tragically in his hands and whose soul was retrieved by her was named Han Xiang. Could it be that he had something to do with the Han Hong in front of her? Such a coincidence?
Han Hongsu had a cold face and a hint of questioning in his voice. The ancestral witch mark on the back of his hand was completely clear, and there was actually an invisible spiritual pressure coming from him.
"Do you know this person?"
With a wave of his hand, his magic power condensed into a portrait of a man, which was exactly the same as the Han Xiang that Pei Xihe recalled.
Pei Xihe glanced at Wu Qingyun from the corner of his eyes. Under the scrutiny of the demonic mind, the surrounding area was covered with light green mist, but he could not detect anything with his naked eyes.
The cyan mist was in the shape of threads, more accurately like slender insects, disturbing the surroundings with its unique rhythm to hide itself, and was wrapping up towards Pei Xihe and Chanyi.
Pei Xihe yawned, and his expression became scornful. He no longer had the previous confusion and vigilance, but instead showed some provocation.
"We know each other. When I ascended, I happened to encounter this thief and robbed him. He seemed to be in the Sixth Immortal Realm? I couldn't help but beat him. I crushed him with one hand."
This secret technique of the witch clan is really interesting. Back then, he burned his remains cleanly with a golden fire. Han Hong could still identify things that he thought God knew and the earth knew.
"you!"
Han Hong frowned, but he was thinking quickly in his heart. It seems that it was only about a hundred years ago when A Xiang was killed.
century? ! According to what this woman meant, she was actually an ascended monk, and it took her such a short time to be promoted from a heavenly immortal to a superior immortal?
"Lady!"
Wu Qingyun didn't know what happened to Han Xiang. He was about to alert the Taoist monks when he saw the graceful woman had already stepped forward. There were three silver bells dangling on her left ankle. There were no beads inside but they made a clear sound.
She looked sultry and dangerous.
"A Hong, these two female cultivators have been enveloped by the 'Xuan Gu Miao Fang Ding'. Look, I will refine them into two most obedient Gu insects."
The two sides no longer need to be conciliatory or conciliatory.
Wu Qingyun struck with thunder, a totem flashed on his forehead, and a strange creature was drawn between the flowing spiritual lines, with a human face and an animal body, ears like a dog, and green snakes hanging from the ears. It was Wu Shebi Shi, the ancestor of poison!
Her face became even more strange and charming, exuding a soul-stirring demonic light, and the light green mist previously covered by Wu Qingyun also completely disappeared, wisps and densely packed, lingering in this space, wisps after wisps. They were all trembling, and they turned out to be Gu insects.
Driven by the sound of the bell, they swam crazily towards Pei Xihe and Chanyi.
Wu Qingyun's eyes showed that he was determined to win. The method he laid out earlier worked, and the 'living corpse Gu' had already poured into the two women's bodies. Now they must have covered all the meridians and Dantian. Where is their chance to make a comeback?
The green Gu worms were shrouded like mist, forming the shape of a large cauldron in this space, covering both Pei Xihe and Chanyi.
But Wu Qingyun's heart suddenly skipped a beat. She looked at Han Hong beside her with a shocked look on her face, as if she was about to question something, but she heard Pei Xihe curl her lips and smile.
"It's interesting."
She raised her right palm, and golden flames surged out. A small cyan figure was seen struggling in the burning fireworks.
Pei Xihe used his magic power to activate the true sun fire. The power of the ten divine fires was naturally terrifying. It could not burn the Gu insects to death for a short time, but it was enough to suppress and drive them away.
She lowered her eyes and saw that this Gu insect could actually struggle in the real fire, so its physical body's tyranny was comparable to that of acquired divine objects.
Wu Qingyun's usual method of ensuring victory was restrained, and his pupils shrank for a moment, while Han Hong beside him suddenly transformed into a straw puppet and said a message before leaving.
"Madam, I am afraid that this woman will go from heaven to immortality in a hundred years. It is simply shocking and has never happened before. There must be something wrong with her. She is too weak to support her husband. When the disaster comes, they will fly away. If Madam, you can Even if you take away her fortune, I also wish you a smooth path to immortality and go straight to the blue clouds."
damn thing! Extremely hypocritical!
Wu Qingyun cursed in his heart, Han Hong inherited the blood of the witch clan, and when he condensed his Dharma Body, he was built with reference to the ancestral witch of the wind. He mastered the ultimate wind escape magical power, and even deceived her when he combined with the rice puppet.
But she didn't have time to condemn Han Hong, her pretty face was completely horrified. Seeing that Chanyi was also safe and sound, he stretched out his right hand, revealing the sinister bone claw under the silver robe, which frightened the witch.
"Skeletons?"
"Tianzun!"
Wu Qingyun finally knew what kind of being he had provoked, and the sixty-nine-foot-long Dharma Body immediately came out, only to see its human head and animal body, with ears like a dog hanging from a green snake.
Shebiyi is good at poisoning and can also change the weather, and was later called the weather ancestor witch by monks. It can be seen that this woman has mastered this magical power very well when she takes action.
The sky was dark purple, with strong winds and heavy rains coming, and strangely, there was a burning feeling coming from it.
Knowing that she was outmatched, she was already fighting for her life. The Dharma Body rushed towards Chanyi in a posture of dying together. It was in sharp contrast to the thin bone claws, but it was as fragile as paper.
But in the end, Wu Qingyun was able to buy a moment of time. She was already in the third extreme state, hoping to be a god. She underwent numerous changes under the dual cultivation of poison and poison. She immediately used the substitute poison to erase the backlash caused by the broken body, and activated the secret skills of the Wu clan to escape far away. at.
Pei Xihe stretched out the palm of her hand, penetrated the operating laws around her, and after twisting them, compiled the thousands of things that belonged to her, which was the "world in the palm of her hand" that she had become very proficient in.
There is no way to escape from the palm of my hand. This sentence could not be more appropriate here.
Wu Qingyun's background was extraordinary, and Pei Xihe spent 40 to 50% of his mana to successfully intercept him, but Chanyi was not idle. She used the technique inherited from the ancient immortals, and the Taoque beside her floated up and down, with purple radiance swaying.
She reached out and split the space. Even though they were hundreds of thousands of miles apart, a bone hand grabbed out the man's embarrassed figure. It was Han Hong who had escaped earlier.
The bead in Pei Xihe's palm shattered, and Wu Qingyun also fell out of it.
She clapped her hands and said, "Look, the desperate mandarin duck."
Pei Xihe was about to take action when he saw that the Wu Yijin put aside their previous suspicions and held hands. Bloody fireworks burst out from his body, and the barbaric energy of the Wu clan surged out in a majestic manner.
"Use the blood of the witch to sacrifice the soul of the witch."
Pei Xihe had something bad in mind. Lei Lei launched a rolling knife and blasted towards the two of them like a tornado. Chanyi also used terrifying magic power, but it was a step too late.
"The wonderful magic of heaven and earth proves my magical power."
"Kowtow to invite the ancestral witch god to come!"
A wisp of ghostly light flashed out, breaking the tornado of sword energy in an understatement. The Twelve Ancestral Witches are ancient gods and demons who understand the mysteries of creation of heaven and earth. The remaining divine thoughts and part of their power are inherited and flow in the blood of these descendants of the witch clan.
This is obviously Wu Qingyun and Han Hong's final trump card.
(End of chapter)
