Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 179 The Patriarch of the Yinhun Sect

However, he was afraid of what would happen. Lu Ye watched helplessly as the mist below turned into a vortex, and then five pale fingers squeezed out from below like a hole!

When the hand squeezed out, the magic circle outside Hantan suddenly flashed with golden light, and the golden runes on the rock walls of the pool cave around Lu Ye also lit up.

After all the runes were lit, they finally formed a net covering the pale hand.

"Hiss..." Lu Ye's expression changed, "Is there really a Jindan-level ghost here?"

"It's okay, okay," he said with a forced smile, "This Yinhun sect has set up a formation, it shouldn't be a decoration..."

Lu Ye just finished speaking.

puff!

But I saw that the five fingers of that hand were thrust upward like a sword!

The golden rune net was actually pierced by it!

Crackling golden sparks hit the pale palm, and the "flesh" that made up the palm was peeled off, fell, and turned into a ball of mist that was scattered.

However, Lu Ye watched as the palm of his hand was forced to move upward inch by inch, and when he got to the back, he even freed his entire powerful arm.

Lu Ye's face turned dark.

"Damn it, are the Shadow Sect reliable?"

"This life-saving formation is actually a shoddy project?"

He cursed anxiously, and upon hearing the sound, the outstretched arm suddenly grabbed his feet, his fingers spread wide, and there was a sound of breaking wind.

brush!

Lu Ye hurriedly curled up and shrank his legs, almost in danger of being touched. He didn't want to try the consequences of being touched by this ghost's hand.

That arm couldn't hold him, and its five fingers stood straight up in the sky, acting like headless flies. Each finger could rotate 360 ​​degrees.

It's like using your fingertips to smell the breath of living people there. They all turn around, but they still manage to avoid fighting and interfering with each other.

Lu Ye held his breath and held on to his feet, not daring to fall.

brush!

As if he smelled something, five fingers pointed exactly in the direction of Lu Ye.

Just under Lu Ye's face.

Those five fingertips suddenly differentiated into several organs on the human face.

There are eyes the size of soybeans on the tips of the big and second thumbs.

The nostrils on the fingertips of the third and fourth thumbs are pointing upwards - they are really pointing upwards!

But the smallest thumb has a cherry mouth - really smaller than a cherry!

Then the five fingers moved nimbly, and reluctantly made the eyes, nose, and mouth into an inverted shape, and finally placed them in place.

The little cherry mouth sucked fiercely at the surroundings, and a large cloud of dense fog was immediately attracted towards it. Surrounding the eyes, nostrils and mouth, it barely formed the shape of a human head, with a high crown on it!

The mist simulates a high crown, a hosta, long beard, and even two ears.

If you don't look at the eyes, nose, and mouth, and just look at the other parts of his attire, he should be a majestic man. If paired with those soy eyes, nose, and cherry mouth, it would be hard to see him explode.

Lu Ye's scalp was numb. What the hell had come out of this?

The last time Yulongtu dealt with Xu Guang, a middle-level Qi practitioner, he almost burst himself.

I wonder if I can swallow this obviously more powerful soul?

Moreover, it may also be a golden elixir level soul body!

"Junior..." The mist formed the man's head. Huang Dou stared at Lu Ye for a moment, and a hoarse voice suddenly came from Cherry's mouth.

"Are you the blood food sent to me by those rebellious juniors of the Yinhun sect?"

"Why don't you follow the rules and go one foot further? To three feet?"

The road inside is as cold as an ice cellar.

Three feet deep, that is the ultimate black hanging lock magic weapon, which corresponds to the golden elixir perfection state.

The soybean eyes blinked, and the cherry mouth said dissatisfied.

"Don't put it three feet deep."

"But how can I eat?"

Lu Zhiye suddenly moved and shouted hurriedly.

"Senior, you misunderstood."

"This junior is a disciple of the Yinhun Sect. I accidentally made a small mistake and was punished by the master, so I only went to the two-foot position to receive some training. It has nothing to do with you. Please come back!"

In the deep pool, the face made of thick fog was stunned for a moment, and then the foggy eyebrows on the foggy face stood up, the soybean eyes widened, and suddenly became violent.

"Who is the leader of the Ghost Sect now? Why are you so unruly!"

"As the founder of the mountain, I haven't enjoyed blood food for many years. I was so hungry that I ate some ghosts and teeth all day long. I almost ate all the food under the cold pool!"

"How can they sit on it?"

"Forget it, they are all my disciples and grandsons anyway, so I won't be serious with them. But today I have to eat meat. It doesn't matter if the little one eats none."

"Come on, I'll climb up and eat by myself!"

Under Lu Ye's horrified gaze, the head made of thick fog suddenly dispersed, and even the eyes, nostrils, and mouth on the five fingers disappeared, leaving only pale arms.

The arm suddenly retracted, and then stretched out again like lightning!

boom!

Golden light splashed everywhere, and the big network of golden runes was instantly shattered!

Then the golden light flourished on the walls of the pool everywhere, and more and more runes lit up, forming golden net formations to press down.

The entire Hantan was shaken by the blow from the gray arm.

Lu Ye was suspended in the air by a black sling and was shaking.

Then he was shocked to see it.

But another arm broke out from the deep fog.

Two arms stretched out from the thick fog, and actually held up the French net woven with golden runes!

The countless golden runes on the walls of Hantan were shining brightly, and almost all the power was used to suppress them.

But the golden French Open was still lifted inch by inch!

Finally, under the two arms, a ghost head finally broke out of the thick fog.

This ghost wears a high crown, a jade hairpin, neatly tied hair, and a meticulously long beard. He has a straight face, but has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a broad nose and a square mouth.

It’s just that the eyes are like hanging horns, glowing with a fierce light,

He said, looking at the golden French net held up by his arms, he seemed to have regained his consciousness at this moment, and sneered.

"Hmph, the Yin Soul Sect has been inherited for many years, but why is it becoming more and more useless!" "This soul-suppressing formation of pure yang also needs to be matched with the energy of the Yin Soul to complement the yin and yang and exert its maximum power."

"There should be many ghosts in the two-foot area, so that together with the formation, we can suppress the three-foot-long ghosts."

"Now that Guyang is not long, how much strength can the formation show?"

"No wonder I can break through the magic circle and come out."

This soul stared at Lu Ye again, green light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself with a greedy look.

"Second grade spiritual root? A little bit worse, but not too bad."

"Loss of essence and blood? It doesn't matter, I can make up for it by eating more demons using the soul-demon gluttony technique."

"Huh?" This soul suddenly smiled, "Boy, you are dishonest when you say that you are a disciple of my Yinhun sect."

"If you knew the Six Soul Technique, how could you be frozen like this?"

Lu Ye's body was cold and his heart was even colder.

broken.

It seems that A Chou ate too much. Who would have thought that those qi-training ghosts were actually part of the defensive array?

They were all eaten by A Chou, which destroyed the integrity of the magic circle and allowed some of the golden elixir-level ghosts to escape.

What's even more annoying is that this guy is actually the founder of the Yinhun Sect!

If it is false, this guy is a shameless and sinister ghost.

If it is true, it is even more irritating. How did your ancestor sneak into Han Pond to fill the hole?

However, the other party could tell at a glance that he had not learned the Six Soul Techniques of the Yinhun Sect. Even if he was not the founder of the Yinhun Sect, there must be some connection.

Can Yulongtu resist such a bastard?

Maybe it's about whether my second-level Qi-training spirit body can handle it?

When things came to a head, Lu Ye was ready to fight, and he shouted loudly.

"This Patriarch's disciples have just started, and they haven't had time to learn the Six Soul Techniques yet!"

"If you devour your own disciples, I'm afraid it goes against the rules. Isn't it delicious?"

The ghost of the ancestor sneered again and again.

"My Yinhun sect is a demon sect, and my own people are the most vicious."

"Even back then, I was plotted by several disciples before I died and was buried here in the cold pool, in the ghost cage that I personally built back then!"

"What a shame, I put so much effort into setting up this magic circle, but it has trapped me to death for thousands of years!"

"Devouring your flesh and blood today is a trivial matter. I happened to take advantage of the formation's weakening power to seize your body and seize your body. In the next day, I will send this ghost up and down, leaving no chickens or dogs behind, and kill them all!"

"After destroying this evil sect, I will reopen the Shaman Sect!"

"Boy, suffer death!"

The Patriarch had already made his decision. He stretched out his arms and tried his best to hold up the golden rune net by another inch.

Golden runes flourished on the walls everywhere, and the French Open became more and more dazzling.

The ancestor's ghost's arms seemed to be pushing against the entire cold pond as he advanced, but in the end he tore a fist-sized hole in the French net.

brush!

The Patriarch's head automatically exploded, turning into a thick milky white fog that was extremely cold and gloomy and emerged from the hole in the French net.

at the same time.

Golden runes floated in the air one after another on the wall of Hantan Cave, and they pressed together on the French net, and then repaired the hole. The entire net was golden and dazzling, tightly wrapping the two pale arms rising from the mist below. .

Golden arcs of lightning leaped and hit the two arms, tearing them apart into clouds of mist and illuminating the entire cold pool.

In just a moment, those two pale arms were completely scattered.

This golden runic net slowly receded, until finally, the dazzling golden light in the cold pool dissipated, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

Lu Ye watched in horror from above.

"Is this the end?" Sweat remained on his forehead.

At this moment, all movement stopped, and the cold pool returned to icy silence. Looking up, the golden array outside the cold pool emitted a faint light to provide weak illumination.

There was no longer any founder of the Yinhun Sect in the dense fog beneath his feet.

Even the golden runes on the walls of the surrounding Hantan Cave also disappeared, as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

"Did the founder of the Yinhun Sect escape or fail?" Lu Ye's throat slid up and down.

He just saw clearly that the golden rune net was broken and a fist-sized hole appeared, and the Patriarch's head seemed to turn into mist and came out of it.

Then golden runes floated down from the surrounding cave walls, and the power of the French net increased sharply. Two pale arms emerged from the sea of ​​fog three feet below and were smashed into pieces.

What about the thick fog that came out?

Lu Zhiyi felt uneasy, and a bright spot in the fish-dragon picture suddenly lit up close to his body.

He pulled on the sling and suddenly exerted force and turned several times in 360 degrees.

In sight.

Dense fog in the cold pool, steep cave walls, a simple old man with a tall crown, thick fog in the cold pool, steep cave walls...

Lu Zhi's heart went cold.

He finally regained his composure, and the tall-crowned old man had already floated in front of him, staring greedily at his body.

Perhaps its vitality was severely injured in the process of escaping from the magic circle. Its body does not look condensed, and its hands and feet are illusive, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

It's also possible that only part of his soul escaped from the magic circle.

The old man Gaoguan looked at Lu Ye for a moment and laughed!

"The golden chain locks the real dragon, and the iron cage locks the tiger. Today, I can escape and finally be free!"

"Hahaha, let me Han Xiangzi live another life and rebuild the Yinhun Sect!"

The old man roared and dived into Lu Ye's sea of ​​consciousness!

(End of this chapter)