boyutpedia Chapter 768 The Devil's Cult Causes Trouble
Chapter 768 The Devil's Cult Causes Trouble
"Sect Master, the Demon Sect's two people have been famous for a long time, they are extremely powerful, and they have disappeared for so many years. If the situation is not good for a while, you can take the disciples of the sect and them to go first, and I will stop." At the critical moment, Zhu Neng Seeing that Luo Yangtian was mentally weak, he quickly rushed to the sound transmission channel.
Although the suzerain accidentally bruised the young man with a horse face, but now that his old injury has not healed, he is no match for the hunchbacked old man.
Luo Yangtian stood there quietly, without speaking, with a noncommittal look
At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded in Luo Yangtian's ears:
"If you want to escape, can you escape?"
"Back then, you Xinghe Sect relied on the protection of Guanxing Pavilion to bloodbath my Demon Cult."
"Do you think these can pass?"
"You think you are very powerful, what about now?"
Luo Yangtian's heart trembled when he heard this.
Hearing a "poof", the black light around the hunchbacked old man burst suddenly, and his figure suddenly blurred in the black light, turning into a gray skeleton.
Seeing this, Luo Yangtian was stunned, and Zhu Neng, who had been invisible for a long time, also blinked slightly.
At this moment, the void above the Milky Way suddenly fluctuated violently, and a beam of pitch-black light spewed out without warning, and the figure of the hunchbacked old man appeared out of nowhere in the black light.
With a wave of his hands, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a huge golden tower more than ten feet high appeared out of thin air and smashed down towards Xinghe.
A terrifying coercion fell suddenly, and the aura on the surface of the galaxy fluctuated violently, and it was about to shatter immediately.
Luo Yangtian let out a muffled snort, and made a lightning strike with both hands, one after another of the sword tricks sank into the black long sword above his head.
The black long sword trembled violently, and countless densely packed sword shadows emerged, slashing towards the giant tower.
Rumble!
Countless explosions sounded!
The dense sword shadows slashed on the giant tower, and they all shattered and disappeared immediately, leaving no trace on the tower.
However, the whereabouts of the giant tower also paused for a while.
Luo Yangtian took the opportunity to give a low shout, and a silver-white light flew out of his hand, but it was a small silver drum, which roared and soared against the wind, bursting out with dazzling silver light.
Mountains and rivers faintly appear on the surface of the snare drum, exuding amazing aura
Luo Yangtian's tense face eased, his eyes flickered coldly, and he pinched the sword formula with his hand.
The black flying sword immediately spun around, the black light radiated, and it rose wildly. In the blink of an eye, a black giant sword five or six feet long slashed at the hunchbacked old man extremely swiftly.
The old man sneered, and waved out a formula.
The bottom of the giant golden tower cracked with a bang, and a black hole emerged, from which dazzling golden light shot out, forming a huge golden halo.
A terrifying suction suddenly burst out from it, and the air flow within a radius of tens of feet was reversed.
The black giant sword immediately stopped like a heavy weight, spun around, and flew towards the round hole at the bottom of the golden tower.
Luo Yangtian tried desperately to hold the giant sword, but because of his injury, it didn't work. After only two or three breaths, the giant sword was still sucked in by the white tower with a "whoosh".
Luo Yangtian's face turned pale, and the mental connection with the black flying sword was completely severed.
The golden light emitted by the giant golden tower is even more dazzling, and it makes a rumbling sound, pressing down.
The silver snare drum sank faintly, pulled by the suction force from the giant golden tower, and the phantom images of mountains and rivers that emerged on the surface were also distorted and deformed, as if they would also be sucked in by the giant tower.
Luo Yangtian hastily made a formula, put both hands on the small drum, and the spiritual power surged into his body.
The mountain and river patterns on the surface of the snare drum shone brightly, making whistling sounds, and finally stabilized again.
The hunchbacked old man sneered and raised his hand to do something.
boom!
A muffled sound came from a distance, and the gray light around the horse-faced young man exploded, revealing his figure. A black scroll was floating in front of him, which was the one that was taken out earlier, but it had already been unfolded at this moment, and the surface was densely drawn. With the pattern of hundreds of ghosts, it emits a strong black light.
"Boy! How dare you hurt me! Big brother, don't make a move, I want her to taste that life is worse than death!" The horse-faced youth glared at Luo Yangtian resentfully, and growled.
The hunchbacked old man raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and his hands stopped slightly, but his eyes never left Luo Yangtian.
At the same time, the horse-faced youth turned his hand and took out a black dagger, and slashed fiercely on his arm.
A large amount of blood gushed out, turning into a thick blood mist and blending into the Hundred Ghosts Picture.
The black air emanating from the black scroll suddenly became thicker, gusts of wind appeared out of nowhere, and the howling of ghosts and wolves rose loudly, which was extremely frightening.
Roar!
Two ferocious ghosts suddenly jumped out of the scroll, rose in the wind, and turned into four or five feet in size.
The upper body of these two ghosts is like a wolf, with short green fur and white fangs protruding from the mouth. The two wolves have thick arms, and their ten fingers have blood-red sharp claws that are about a foot long.
The lower body was shrouded in a black mist, as if there was no entity.
The dark wind around the picture scroll was stronger, black air billowed, and fierce ghosts flew out of it one after another.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghosts appeared.
Most of them are at the foundation building stage, but there are also five or six ghosts whose bodies are obviously much larger, and the aura they emit has reached the alchemy stage.
"Is there no one in the Devil's Cult who bullies us? Kill!" The horse-faced youth grinned, pointing at Luo Yangtian and the others.
"Kill you, you sect disciples will be our slaves!"
Ho Ho Ho!
Hundreds of ghosts rushed towards Xinghe, with an astonishing momentum.
Luo Yangtian's expression changed drastically, he removed his hands from the silver brocade handkerchief, and patted the storage bag at his waist, four white lights flew out from the storage bag and fell on the surroundings, each of them was about ten feet high. The humanoid white jade puppet, wearing armor, is holding a large white flag with aura flashing on it.
This is his bottom line treasure. Today, their Galaxy Sect can't lose!
The four puppets just waved the big flag in their hands, and incomparably brilliant white light bloomed from the puppets, and quickly connected to each other to form a white magic circle, covering the galaxy inside.
As soon as the magic circle was formed, nearly a hundred ghosts rushed over and surrounded the white magic circle.
Roar!
These fierce ghosts roared, clawed and bit, desperately attacking the white magic circle.
Especially those ghosts in the alchemy stage, they continuously spewed out streaks of green light from their mouths, bombarding and crushing the formation.
The white circle immediately vibrated violently.
Luo Yangtian hurriedly made a formula, and white lights fell on the four puppets, and the magic circle gradually stabilized.
The figure of the horse-faced young man flickered, and he also shot near the white magic circle, muttering something, a large piece of gray-white flames appeared on his body again, forming a sea of flames about ten feet in size.
Grabbing it with both hands, the gray flame in the sea of fire immediately separated into a small piece, condensing into two flame spears several feet long.
With a wave of his arm, the flaming spear immediately shattered, but the white magic circle also shook violently, and even Luo Yangtian's body inside trembled, his face paled a little.
The horse-faced young man continued to sneer, and one after another fire spears shot out from his hands, bombarding the magic circle one after another.