Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 48 [Reborn, a bully breaks out]

Zhang Yan's whole body seemed to have been reborn. His skin had become extremely delicate and more resilient. His bones, internal organs, and even every hair and cell had undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment.

Feeling that the power at this time was at least dozens of times greater than before, the man from the Wu clan clenched his fists and looked forward. Since the Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong has entered the second cycle, he does not need to be beaten anymore.

"Brother witch, we can continue the previous battle."

"OK!"

"Boom!"

The ground cracked, and countless pieces of land and rocks were scattered. Everywhere you could see, there was a mess.

"Pfft!"

The shaman man spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time his body flew backwards, crashing into dozens of giant trees before stopping.

Zhang Yan restrained the dancing arc on the purple electric hammer and said slowly: "Thank you very much for helping me refine my body, but my goal is to be the final winner of this Bonfire Festival, so I can only apologize."

"hey-hey!"

The Wu Clan man climbed up with difficulty, but fell down again. He didn't care, and sat down directly on the ground, wiped a mouthful of golden blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and laughed and said: "It's so happy! I haven't been as happy as today for a long time." .”

"However, it is still difficult for you to become the final winner."

"Don't underestimate our witch clan. The strength of the great witch is beyond your imagination."

"Yeah! But I won't give up!"

Whether it was the innate spiritual treasure as a reward or the blood of the ancestral witch, Zhang Yan was bound to get it.

After saying that, Zhang Yan didn't want to stay here any longer. The noise of the battle just now was too loud, which naturally attracted the attention of other people from the witch clan. Zhang Yan knew that he could now become the favorite in the eyes of the witch.

But for the great witch, he doesn't want to face them so early yet. If it's a great witch, it's okay. The witch clan has a trump card, and Zhang Yan doesn't have one. But if those great witches go up together, even the presence of Daluo Jinxian must be unbearable. .

Especially the final reward of this Bonfire Festival is a drop of the blood of the ancestral witch. This thing is very tempting to anyone in the witch clan. If they work together and exclude Zhang Yan first, then everything will be in vain. .

Therefore, when necessary, he would hide first and wait for the last opportunity before standing up.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Night is supposed to be a moment of silence for all things, but from time to time near the Houtu tribe, there are several sounds that resound through the sky, especially the earth shaking and trees destroyed.

It's really scary for Zhang Yan to know that this group of witches went crazy, but don't these guys know that there will be karma in destroying the ancient land so unscrupulously!

Zhang Yan thought to himself, then shook his head: "Now is not the time to care about this, let's think about how to get through to the end."

Zhang Yan's figure was suspended under the shadow of a big tree, with no breath leaking out of his body. At the same time, his body became extremely illusory, pitch black, and seemed to blend in with the shadow.

"Stand upright without a shadow."

It is one of the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang. It can hide the body, walk without a shadow when walking against the sun and the moon, and has no physical body. It can also hide all auras and make attacks ineffective.

His body completely turned into nothingness in the air. Zhang Yan was not afraid of any attack. Only attacks with the power of law could penetrate the nothingness and attack him.

However, if this magical power is practiced to a high level, it can turn into nothingness and escape into the barrier of time and space. That is a place that even the power of laws cannot penetrate. It is the most advanced magical power.

Even if Zhang Yan has cultivated to around the third level, if he wants to fully cultivate, he will need at least the strength of Daluo Jinxian.

But it was enough for these barbarians who could only use brute force. Zhang Yan's main purpose was to hide his figure and wait for the Wu clan to decide the final winner, then Zhang Yan would come on stage.

There was a great shaman with a pair of curved horns on his head. His eyes as big as copper bells stared at Hou Yi in front of him, "Hou Yi, where is the strong human being you brought."

"I don't know. I originally put a tracking witch on him, but it suddenly disappeared."    "Why, it just disappeared?"

"Leave him alone, he might have been eliminated long ago."

"Man Niu, we haven't fought for a long time, come on."

Hou Yi eagerly stared at the bull, holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand.

"Haha! You're still far behind, kid."

"But you want to fight with me so much, then I will do as you wish."

Man Niu exuded an aura like black magic flames, and at some point, a bone ax full of difficult runes appeared in his hand.

Neither Hou Yi nor Man Niu noticed that there was really a pair of eyes staring at the battlefield they were on at the top of a giant tree hundreds of miles away.

"These two guys should be the last two great witches!"

There is no time limit for the Bonfire Festival, and the rules are very simple. Whoever is the last person standing within a radius of thousands of miles will be the final winner.

A few days passed. Zhang Yan used his magical power to "stand upright without a shadow" and was not noticed by anyone. However, he had been paying attention to the battlefield. With the continuous battle, Hou Yi and Man Niu were now the last ones standing in front of him. A great witch.

After experiencing hundreds of spectating battles, large and small, Zhang Yan had a clear understanding of the Wu Clan's power system.

They major in the power of blood, and they can become very powerful by constantly purifying their blood. At the same time, as great witches, they often have at least one innate immortal light in their bodies, and they are born to control a trace of the power of law.

"here we go!"

Zhang Yan watched the battle between the two carefully. No matter who wins in the end, Zhang Yan will face him. This is a very good opportunity to learn about some battle situations.

"Boom!"

The ground was suddenly split open with a crack dozens of feet wide, and the crack spread towards Hou Yi.

"Well done!"

"An arrow."

There was golden light on the arrow feathers. The moment the shot was taken, the light increased dozens of times and turned into a golden arrow heading towards the bull.

"Boom!"

The two sides' attacks collided, and a shocking heat wave erupted, exploding a 100-foot-large crater in the middle of the confrontation between the two.

"Okay! Hou Yi, it seems that you have made good progress in these years."

The barbarian bull held a bone ax in his hand, laughed heartily, and rushed forward.

"Fight! Dutian Shen Sha Axe, the first move."

"Open the mountain."

Not to be outdone, Hou Yi drew out several arrow feathers and said with hawk-like eyes, "Seven arrows."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

The seven arrow feathers streaked across the sky in no particular order, shining like seven stars, shaking up the changes in the world.

"open!"

The barbarian bull is also extraordinary. The mysterious runes on the bone ax emit streaks of blood, stirring up the evil spirits of the heavens and the earth. They gather together to form an ax hundreds of feet in size, which sweeps away the seven arrows shot by Hou Yi. feather.

(End of this chapter)