Daxianguan

Chapter 232
The appearance of the witch tribe is peculiar, and it is also inherited from ancient times. Just like the great sage of the monster tribe, the witch tribe also has witch ancestors, whose mana is powerful, far surpassing ordinary Taoist immortals. , these four types of priests can also be regarded as four realms, the scorching sun is the strongest, the dark moon is the second, and the mysterious realm is naturally far inferior to the first two realms. As for the yellow flag, it is the most common priest.

In recent years, due to some incidents, the Wu Clan and the Human Clan had conflicts in the Chiyan Mountain boundary, so Yang Ke came here to seek military merits during this period. Before that, with the help of the guards, he killed a Wu Clan at the profound level The priest, this naturally made Yang Ke swell to the extreme.

You must know that the level of Profound Realm is already close to that of a Martial Dao Grandmaster, or a master of the Divine Pass Realm. No matter what, Yang Ke's ability to kill him shows that he is indeed extraordinary.

The men and women of the Wu tribe are all extremely tall. The height of the human race is seven feet or eight feet. There are occasionally nine-foot strong men, but the height of the Wu tribe is all over nine feet, and some even reach one foot. They look like giants .In addition, the Wu Clan is physically strong and powerful, and the population of the Wu Clan is far smaller than that of the Human Clan. Otherwise, if there are tens of millions, the general trend of the world may not necessarily belong to the Human Clan.

Yang Ke was on the rise at this moment, and dozens of Wu tribe warriors had died under his sword. At this moment, a Wu tribe man over one foot tall appeared in the distance.

This Wu Clan is wearing a feathered animal skin coat, holding a nine-skull black dragon stick, with three eyes on his head, and thick hands and feet. He is different from ordinary Wu Clan people at first glance.

When Yang Ke saw this Wu clansman, he immediately lifted his spirits.

"This must be an important person of the Wu Clan. Well, I really have luck, and God will help me. Haha, I killed this Wu Clan today, and the credit is even greater."

Thinking of this, Yang Ke immediately raised his sword and rode his horse towards the Wu tribe without any hesitation.

When the two masters who were protecting Yang Ke saw it, their brows twitched, and one of them, who had reached the peak of Shenguan, immediately said, "Young master, it seems that the Wu people are not simple."

Yang Ke didn't turn his head back: "It's not easy, if it's an ordinary Wu clan, I wouldn't bother to kill it."

Obviously, Yang Ke is extremely confident, and he also has the capital of self-confidence.

The two guards looked at each other with helpless faces. Obviously, they couldn't restrain Yang Ke, they could only do their best to protect him. At this time, the martial arts master immediately rode up to follow, and the art repairer was ready to perform Shufa, the two of them, did not exist to kill the enemy, but to protect Yang Ke.

They have been here for a year, and they have encountered dozens of incidents, big and small, and they are already used to it. After such a long time, they have not encountered a particularly powerful master. The Priest of the Profound Realm last time was considered extremely powerful. An enemy of Yang Ke, but with the assistance of Yang Ke's two guards, he still died in Yang Ke's hands.

The Wu Clan master who appeared at this moment seemed to be not much different from the Profound Realm Priest last time. Both Yang Ke and his guards regarded him as another Profound Realm Priest of the Wu Clan.

Yang Ke's speed was extremely fast, and the horse under his crotch was physically strong. During the collision, ordinary Wu tribe fighters couldn't resist it at all. This way to kill him was really blood splattered and stumps flew around.

In a short time, Yang Ke was in front of the tall Wu clansman.

"The barbarian of the Wu tribe will die." Yang Ke cast his sword at this moment, the sword was like meteorite, with red red flames, and directly slashed with a floating light sword.

The innate peak martial arts cultivation base gave Yang Ke's sword an unrivaled power, not to mention a person, even a huge rock can be split with a sword.

Yang Ke's sword, even in the eyes of the martial arts master behind him, is remarkable, at least there is nothing wrong with it.

"Young master is indeed the grandson of the immortal family, and he is really extraordinary. A move of floating light and sword shadow is nothing more than me." The martial arts master understands that even if the other party is a priest of the mysterious realm of the witch clan, he has to fight in this way. Get seriously injured, or even die directly.

So instead of stepping forward to help, he dealt with the surrounding Wu clan fighters, lest these Wu clan fighters form a siege. The martial arts master's move is naturally extraordinary, and one move and one move can cause great damage.

It's just that at the next moment, something unexpected happened to him. Yang Ke's sword-like move was actually caught by the Wu tribe with one hand.

The opponent didn't even use the Nine Skeleton Black Dragon Staff in his hand, but relied on his hands to forcefully take Yang Ke's move.

The martial arts master's pupils shrank instantly.

"No, son, retreat!"

The martial arts master saw that something was wrong, and immediately stepped forward. He could see clearly just now that there was a layer of vigor in one hand of this Wu clansman, and the power that erupted at that moment was far beyond innate, and even stronger than himself.

The master of martial arts is extremely fast. He also wanted to protect his young master, so he suddenly jumped up from the horse and flew over. The spears in his hand turned into dozens of cold lights, each of which was like a rain of meteor spears, almost covering the opponent's body. Up and down are included, no matter who it is, it cannot be avoided.

Before the spear arrived, the sharp wind had already forced it over. The original intention of the martial arts master was to force the opponent back, but he didn't expect that the Wu tribe didn't want to deal with Yang Ke from the beginning.

The opponent's target is him.

In an instant, a phantom seemed to emerge from the Wu clansman, and an aura burst out, not only breaking the offensive of the martial arts master, but even with a sweep of his hand, the martial arts master was about to be sent flying.

This Wu clansman was more than one foot tall, and the nine-skull black dragon stick in his hand was even longer. This sweeping movement was powerful enough to open a mountain. The martial arts master immediately vomited blood and was seriously injured.

The Wu clansman smiled grimly, showing his fangs. The next moment, he heard the sound of fried beans.

From a distance, it looks like a giant.

Then a spell was uttered, and on the bone stick in his hand, there were actually a few monkey-like skeleton monsters lying down. They were extremely fast, and they rushed directly to the martial arts master to bite. The martial arts master had strength to protect his body, but he was quickly dismembered on the spot.

A martial arts master died so easily, coupled with the sudden change in the figure of the Wu clan, it directly frightened Yang Ke.

He had seen a lot of killings, but he hadn't encountered such a situation today.

He realized that this was a trap.

A trap aimed at him.

The opponent seemed to be hiding his strength on purpose before, until he came to attack, it was like peeling off the sheepskin of camouflage and revealing his fangs.

At this moment, Yang Ke no longer had the self-confidence before, nor did he have the kind of bold words. He couldn't even stand firmly in front of this two-foot-tall witch giant.

In the distance, the sound of breaking through the air came.

"Good opportunity!" Yang Ke knew that it must be another guard of his who cast spells, and the other guard was a master of magic skills in the Shenguan state, especially good at driving flying swords.

He has seen the other party's technique before, it can drive hundreds of flying swords at most, and no one can survive wherever it passes.

The next moment, Dao Dao Feijian pierced through the air like a phantom.

The witch giant laughed again, and Yang Ke saw at this moment that countless scales seemed to grow on the opponent's body, covering his whole body. Break the scales and hurt the witch giant.

Knowing that this was an opportunity, Yang Ke wanted to retreat, but the giant of the witch tribe suddenly reached out and grabbed a flying sword.

The flying sword is three feet and seven inches long, but in the hands of the Wu Clan giant, it is like a toothpick. When two fingers are lightly squeezed, it snaps off. The green air gushed out, and the two cut-off swords immediately corroded and turned into grains of sand.

At the same time, the Shuxiu in the Shenguan Dacheng realm in the distance seemed to be hit hard, his whole body swayed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and there was a look of horror in his eyes: "This is the priest of the Mingyue of the Wu clan, son, hurry up!" ..."

The last few words could not be uttered, because this technique practiced witchcraft, the whole person slowly petrified, and then was hit by a stream arrow, shattered into a ground of sand and stone.

The priest of Mingyue has a very high status in the witch clan, which is equivalent to the overhaul of the human race's dharma body, or the martial saint. With such a strong man, Yang Ke naturally cannot escape, and this battle, the Holy Dynasty is also the same. Undoubtedly lost.

Winning or losing is a common thing, but this time, the state government was quickly alarmed, because Yang Ke was among the people involved in the accident.

Yang Zhenqing, the crown prince and master, was furious when he found out, and immediately went to Chiyan Mountain to look for his grandson. Yang Zhenqing was one of the few Taoist immortals in the Holy Dynasty, and his skills were so strong that he could almost represent the top existence of the Holy Dynasty. There is a way to know whether his grandson is dead or alive.

Obviously, Yanke is not dead.

But it was not on the battlefield of Chiyan Mountain. It should have been taken away and brought into the hinterland of the Wu Clan.

Yang Zhenqing stood in the air, looking at the land of the Wu Clan in the distance, but his expression was hesitant. At this time, a stream of light flew over and landed beside him.

"Lord Zhongshu, are you here to see me making jokes?" Yang Zhenqing didn't turn his head, his voice was full of anger.

The person who flew over was floating like a fairy, but he was stepping on the clouds, shaking his head and said: "I just came to tell the Grand Master that No. 13 Wuzu has just been born in the Wu Clan. If the Grand Master wants to start a war, the Shoufu Pavilion won't agree."

Yang Zhenqing was stunned for a moment, and looked shocked: "Witch Clan, there are thirteen witch ancestors?"

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth, as if the immortal energy in his body could be burned, that kind of momentum was enough to collapse mountains and steam seas.

But the prince and grand master of the Holy Dynasty are not ordinary people after all. After a while, his aura weakened, and Xiao Yu saw him next to him, and said: "The witch clan arrests people and does not kill them. There must be conditions. As long as it is not too much, Xiao will be in the pavilion meeting agree."

Yang Zhenqing said in a low voice, "Then, I would like to thank Mr. Zhongshu first."

After speaking, he took another look at the incomparably vast territory of the Wu Clan, then turned his head, and returned to the land of Jingzhou resolutely.

The Red Flame Mountain was defeated, and Yang Ke was captured. These news were extremely secretive, and ordinary people naturally didn't know about them, even in the official circles, few people knew about them.

In Nanjiang Prefecture, the state prison, Chu Xian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the moonlight outside the iron fence, with a lament on his face, as if he was in a very bad mood.

The guard who saw his expression before said that Master Chu was worried about himself. After all, as long as the situation is verified, the official position will not only be lost, but he may also be imprisoned. If the circumstances are serious, he may even be thrown away. Life.

It's just that if they are beside Chu Xian, they can hear Chu Xian muttering to himself.

"Unfortunately, he didn't die!"

(End of this chapter)