Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chapter 225 Influence
At the center of the thunder formation in the sky, on the deserted island, the old man in white robe took a last look at the jade tablet that had been dyed scarlet, then flicked his sleeves and came to the bottom of the sea again.

In the cold crystal, the frozen man has gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the old man in white robe, his eyes showed resentment.

Seeing this, the old man in white robe was not only not angry, but even showed a smile on his face.

"It's good to wake up."

"Brother, this big formation is still waiting for the younger brother to help this last effort."

After his words fell, a strange fragrance filled the stone room.

There were a few fine holes in the cold crystal, and the fragrance floated into it through the gaps. The man could smell it immediately. It was a butterfly flower that disturbed people's minds. The fragrance of the flower was also mixed with a bit of blood's sweetness.

The man bit his tongue and closed his eyes.

"Junior brother, could it be that you think that if you don't cooperate, this big formation won't work?"

The white-robed old man sneered, "Those disciples of yours are in the same line as you, especially the one who has the blood of the monster race. If you want to replace you with her, you can also supply enough black energy. Tsk, hatred and resentment... Junior brother, guess if she sees you now, can she still keep the Lingtai clear and not be blinded by hatred?"

Although the words did not contain threats, they were full of threats.

He made it clear that he only gave the man two choices, either he continued to be willing to be the chess piece that provided nourishment for the formation, or he let his disciples take it.

No matter which one, his formation will be condensed.

And their mentor and apprentice will eventually become the stepping stones on his way to ascension.

"Daoming, you..."

It was obvious that he was frozen by cold crystals, but the man turned red with anger, "You are so vicious."

The old man in white robe sneered again.

"So what about viciousness?"

"Do you know how many good-hearted people in this world have a successful cultivation base?"

"Daoyuan." The white-robed old man's eyes were deep, his voice was lowered, and his tone seemed to be a bit sighed, "This world has long been abandoned by the Dao of Heaven. I am just following the example of my ancestors and fighting for a bloody road."

In the cold crystal, the man's eyes gradually blurred.

Hearing the last two words of the old man in white robe, he seemed to have thought of something, but before he could figure it out, he fell into a coma.

The white-robed old man waved his sleeves, and the cold crystals surrounding the man dissolved, and the chains in the stone room swung up again, and wisps of black-gray mist faintly appeared around the man. Converging to the center of the hurricane and thunder...

The spiritual consciousness of the white-robed old man followed these wisps of black air, seeing them ascending smoothly into the sky, and the golden ball in the air, which had been somewhat quiet, became agitated again under the entanglement of black air, his uneasy heart It's finally settled.

Even though there were many twists and turns in the process, everything is back on track now.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

The corners of the snow-white clothes fluttered in the air, and the old man in white robes spread his consciousness, looking at the team that was struggling forward amidst the thunder, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Now, Dongfeng also delivered to the door himself.

...

"My lord, the light in front of me has weakened a lot." Mo Jiao retracted his gaze to the front, lowered his head slightly, and reported.

As a dragon with a trace of dragon blood, he has a very strong perception of lightning.

After him, the big monsters in the team also sensed that the thunder and lightning in front of them was much weaker.

Yan Zhuo, head of the Danzhu Bird clan, flew a little lower and approached the spirit boat, "We're about to go through this thunderstorm ahead?"

Even though they are great monsters, they still have some respect for Thunder and Lightning.

Being able to leave the formation, I was naturally relieved from the bottom of my heart.

"Do not."

Yu Xi shook her head, "We will arrive at the formation center soon."

"Everyone, be careful, apart from the large number of beasts and spirits, there may be other formations or mechanisms hidden here."

The hearts of all the monsters who had just fallen were raised again, Yan Zhuo hurriedly ordered the children of the clan to notify the monsters of all clans to prepare for the battle.

The leading spirit boat slowed down.

At the same time as the speed slowed down, a tentacle "swiped" broke the water surface and pierced out from the bottom of the sea.

If the spirit boat hadn't slowed down suddenly, this tentacle should have hit the bow of the boat right now.

"This is Hunling..."

Some monsters in the team have seen Hun Ling before, while others are seeing it for the first time.

The aura emitted by Hun Ling is extremely powerful, not weaker than those sixth-order monsters like them.

However, this breath carried a smell that disgusted them, which was exactly the same as the smell of the beast, and even worse.

If it is said that the muddy beast can still tell what race it is through its shape, then the muddy spirit can't tell at all.

A sixth-level spirit turtle sighed, "I don't know how many monsters' resentful souls this muddy spirit is made of."

Tentacles sprang out of the sea one by one, attacking the team.

Some monsters that still had the form of monsters also followed these tentacles and launched attacks together.

The big monsters in the team responded with moves one after another. During the fight, looking at these beasts and spirits, they all felt sad and regretful.

They didn't expect that the scale of the Hun Beast and Hun Ling was bigger than they imagined.

In these hundreds of years, tens of thousands of monsters have been brutally murdered and reduced to these things that have lost their minds.

"Get out of the thunder formation first." Yu Xi manipulated the spirit boat, dexterously avoiding the attacks of tentacles.

The whole team, which had been torn apart by the sudden appearance of the beasts and spirits, gathered together again when they heard Yu Xi's voice, and swam towards one place.

In one go, they rushed out of the area covered by the power of thunder and lightning, and the team finally came to this sea area surrounded by thunder formations.

Before they could see clearly the situation in this sea area, all the monsters felt their hearts sink.

An indescribable depression spread in his heart.

As if in an instant, being pinched by the neck, a strong sense of oppression and suffocation surged up.

Even the most powerful Mo Jiao felt this feeling in his heart.

However, the Danzhuniao and Qiuhu clans flying in the air, and the few human monks on the spirit boat were not affected too much.

Those affected seem to be monsters that usually live in the sea.

Those monsters brought by Mo Jiao who had been blessed by Qinglong were the most affected. Several of them could not control their bodies and were almost entangled by the attacking ghosts.

Seeing this, Yu Xi quickly took out a bottle of Qingxin Pill and threw it to Yan Zhuo.

"Use fire to dissolve the pill and pour it down."

Yan Zhuo hastily followed suit.

Yu Xi took a deep breath and stuffed a Qingxin Pill into her mouth.She also felt the emotions that Mo Jiao and other monsters felt.

Even better than them...

What she knew better than them was that those emotions came from the bead surrounded by thunder.

It is it that is affecting the minds of the monsters.

The evolution of Hun Beast and Hun Ling seems to be closely related to it.

(End of this chapter)