5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 347 The new head of the Wu Clan will kill you at a glance
"Is it really the blood of the ancestors!"

Looking at the two huge phantoms emerging from the bodies of Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng, Qian Yuan's heart trembled, and he could no longer care about fighting Jiang Ling.

Originally, he wanted to kill Jiang Ling and the two boys in front of him, but the breath of the ancestor's blood startled him.

Feeling the aura in Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng's body, Qian Yuan's soul trembled.

No one knows better than him the meaning behind the blood of the ancestors.

The blood of the ancestors, in simple terms, is the cultivation to the extreme, which can be transformed into twelve ancestor witches, it is so simple and rude.

There is a family rule within the Wu Clan, but anyone with the blood of the ancestor is the patriarch of the Wu Clan.

People with the blood of the ancestors can become the patriarch, and only the blood of the ancestors can be the patriarch, otherwise it is just like Qian Yuan.

The reason why Qianyuan wanted to devour the essence and blood in the bodies of the two was to evolve step by step into the blood of the ancestors.

Unfortunately, the calculation failed.

"How could it be the ancestor's bloodline! It's a bloodline that is rare in thousands of years, and I just met two of them by such a coincidence!"

Qian Yuan was going crazy.

He was in a panic. As the Supreme Elder, he knew how much the Wu Clan longed for the blood of their ancestors.

The previous elder of the Wu tribe had exhausted his life energy, and since he was resigned, the position of patriarch has been vacant for more than 4 years.

The Wu Clan has been waiting for a new patriarch, and has been looking forward to the next ancestor's bloodline. It has been waiting for more than 4 years.

"If it is really the blood of the ancestors, it will be bad if the elders and guardians know about it."

Qian Yuan's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered, and his eyes were full of danger.

"Om."

The bodies of Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng continued to exude overwhelming coercion, and the phantom floating behind them became more and more condensed and larger.

The invisible coercion seemed to come from the ancient times, swept the audience, and suppressed every member of the Wu clan.

The army of Feixianshan didn't feel much about this, but the members of the Wu clan were oppressed on the spot as soon as they came into contact with that coercion, and their bones all made a "crackling" sound.

In such an instant, all the Wu clansmen who were fighting with the Feixianshan army were all so stiff that they couldn't even hold their weapons, and fell to the ground with a "clang, clatter".

"What a terrible coercion, my body is out of control."

The faces of the members of the Wu clan changed drastically. They were so oppressed that they bent down, it was difficult to stand up straight, and they had no ability to resist.

Just when they were about to grit their teeth and resist, a heart palpitation that penetrated deep into the soul came.

When facing Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng again, the faces of the people suddenly changed, their pupils constricted, and they felt a sense of suffocation.

"Crash."

After only holding on for less than half a minute, a group of black people knelt on the ground one after another, and were actually suppressed by coercion and fell to the ground.

What's even more shocking is that this coercion didn't emanate from Jiang Ling's body, but from Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng, two Nascent Soul Stages!Shocked by the coercion, the army of Wu tribe lay on the ground one by one unable to get up, but at this time the situation reversed immediately.

The Feixianshan army was not affected in the slightest and could move freely.

Almost in an instant, the Wu tribe, who were still aggressive, knelt on the ground without any resistance, and their life and death were all controlled by the Feixianshan army.

"no no!"

They roared frantically, but they still couldn't break free, and their entire bodies were pressed to the ground.

"kill."

The Feixian Mountain army showed no mercy at all, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, they broke out murderous intentions to kill all the members of the Wu clan.

"Wait." However, at this time, Jiang Ling suddenly stopped Feixian Mountain's army.

"Don't rush to do it yet."

Jiang Ling didn't feel pity, but after seeing the changes in Bu Shangwu and Feng Yuanzheng, he moved a little different thoughts.

If they really have the ancestor blood of the witch clan in their bodies, then, huh.

Jiang Ling chuckled secretly in his heart.

At this time, the phantom behind Feng Yuanzheng became clearer and clearer, gradually revealing his true face.

It was a huge monster with a human body and a snake tail, with seven hands growing from its back, and two hands on its chest, holding the Soaring Snake with both hands, its body was steaming with flames, and its breath was extremely heavy.

"That, that is!"

Qian Yuan's pupils constricted, and he swallowed with difficulty.

It is actually the Houtu among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, who controls the attributes of the earth in the world, is good at defense, and is invincible in defense.

"The ancestor's blood in that kid's body actually belongs to the Houtu Ancestral Witch." Qian Yuan's face became even more ugly.

The Houtu Ancestral Witch is good at defense, and defense is the most important ability to protect a faction.

If the senior officials of the Elder Pavilion and the Dharma Protection Department knew about it, the kid would definitely be promoted to the position of patriarch.

Not to mention too much, even if he only has one ten-thousandth of the power of the Houtu ancestor witch, that kid can lead the witch clan to prosperity.

This is the heaven-defying feature of the ancestor's bloodline. It is a height that ordinary bloodlines cannot reach. What can he compare it with?
Now he is stronger than Feng Yuanzheng, but Feng Yuanzheng's growth rate is very fast, and it won't take long for him to surpass him.

Looking at Feng Yuanzheng's ancestor Wu Xuying behind Feng Yuanzheng, the murderous intent in Qianyuan's heart soared to the extreme.

"What a strong breath." Jiang Ling was also startled by the phantom, and couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

This Feng Yuanzheng is really lucky. He actually has the blood of the ancestor of the witch clan. Judging from the aura emanating from the phantom, the blood of the ancestor seems to be very powerful.

The aura of the ancestor's blood was too strong, not to mention Jiangling and Qianyuan, even the people of the Wu Clan had a sense of it.

They raised their heads suddenly, looked at Houtu Zuwu Xuying behind Feng Yuanzheng in surprise, and gasped in shock.

"That breath actually gave me a feeling of surrender!"

"Yeah, I can't control my body, I just want to kneel down to him!"

Exclamations erupted from the crowd.

A crazy idea emerged in everyone's mind: "Could it be that the person has the blood of the ancestor in his body?"

The different reactions of everyone on the scene were all noticed by Qian Yuan.

He sullenly, frowning slightly.

It seems that we have to do it immediately, and we can't delay any longer, otherwise, when the breath of the ancestor's blood erupts, all the elders and guardians who are in retreat will sense it.

Thinking of this, Qian Yuan no longer had any reservations, killing intent soared in his eyes, and he slapped his forehead suddenly.In an instant, there was a crisp breaking sound, as if something had been smashed to pieces.

It was a horcrux that was smashed into pieces. This is a special tool specially used by the spirit witches of the Wu clan to store souls.

The Horcrux was stored in Qianyuan's sea of ​​consciousness, and was shattered by his palm, and then endless souls emerged, bumping around in Qianyuan's sea of ​​consciousness, making creepy whimpers.

"Ow."

In the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, a strange black light flickered from Qian Yuan's soul, and then a shocking devouring power came out.

In an instant, the souls scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness were swallowed up immediately.

"Try the forbidden technique of my witch clan, boy." The corners of Qian Yuan's mouth rose slightly.

If he wanted to kill the two people with the blood of the ancestors, he had to kill the white-haired man first. This trick Qian Yuan used was his biggest trump card, and there was absolutely no problem.

Just at that moment, he swallowed all the souls he had collected over the years in order to perform forbidden techniques.

Facing his murderous intent, Jiang Ling remained expressionless and didn't react at all, as if he didn't exist.

"Soul annihilation!"

After accumulating power for a short time, Qian Yuan roared suddenly, his eyes became blood red, and the blood red pupils turned rapidly in circles.

As soon as the voice fell, an invisible force surged in like a tide, distorting the space along the way.

"This is a soul attack!" Sensing the terrifying murderous intent contained in this move from afar, the Feixianshan army changed their faces one after another.

Die, boy!
Qian Yuan gritted his teeth and sneered in his heart. This was his trump card. The power of all souls exploded in an instant, not only the soul attack, but also the resentment mixed with countless souls.

However, facing the majestic soul power, Jiang Ling didn't react at all, and instead showed a strange look on his face.

Actually, playing Soul Attack in front of me.

Jiang Ling couldn't laugh or cry.

"call."

The majestic soul power rushed over Jiang Ling's body, only raising his long hair.

"This, this is impossible!" The ridicule on Qian Yuan's face froze at that moment.

"It's me."

Jiang Ling smiled slightly, slowly raised his head, nine layers of pupils suddenly appeared in his left eye.

Just looking at each other, Qian Yuan's body froze instantly, his eyes were bloodshot and unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)