Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 32 The Ancestor Wakes Up... Dangerous?

"Let's go, let's withdraw~"

Wang Ye flicked his tail, spoke loudly, and turned around towards another tunnel.

The little old man followed quickly.

Yang Yuntao heard it clearly in the cave, and suddenly became anxious... No, they must be held back!

Buy time for the ancestors!

Thinking of this, Yang Yuntao gritted his teeth, turned into a cloud of red mist again, and headed out of the cave.

It was the ancestor who solved his nightmare and allowed him to avenge his vengeance!
We must not let them destroy the ancestor's awakening... For this, he is willing to give his life, as long as he can hold the other party back, he will not hesitate!

The red mist quickly flew along the tunnel towards Wang Ye and the little old man.

And Wang Ye suddenly stopped, stopped the right paw that had just been raised, his ears quivered, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hehe, can't you squat anymore...

Ready to jump out of the bushes and start a team fight?

Let's see where the evildoer is?
Wang Ye turned his head, and the little old man was a little puzzled. With his IQ, he hadn't understood Wang Ye's operation just now.

Just about to ask.

A trace of red mist flitted before the eyes of both of them.

"Little cat, take your life!"

Soon, a mass of nothingness and huge red mist swelled and filled the entire "hall", dyeing the water blue into a light red.

"Little cat, take your life!"

"Little cat, take your life!"

Waves of sound came from all directions, surging and slapping the mine wall, making heavy and muffled noises.

A huge amount of voices crowded towards Wang Ye and the little old man.

The little old man was holding a wooden stick, and the power of ghosts and gods in his body quickly surrounded his body, resisting the pressure of the powerful voice!
The black energy was rapidly consumed.

The little old man's whole body was trembling uncontrollably, but he still held the wooden stick firmly to keep his hands and will from being crushed!
The wooden stick is his will, once he gives up the wooden stick, he has chosen to give up in his heart!
So he can't... poof—

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and the wooden stick in his hand flew out as well.

"Bang" sound.

The stick fell to the ground, trembling slightly.

It seemed to be a great mockery of the little old man.

Wang Ye's cat-like and tiger-like face became serious and wrinkled slightly.

The dense sound pressure has no effect on him.

The shoulders are as relaxed as ever.

But the opponent's method is a bit difficult.

Using the red mist as the medium, the sound is transmitted, squeezed, dense, and then fluctuates...

It's really not easy to break it.

But for him, there is really no difficulty——

"Snapped!"

The five levels of monster power gathered in the palm of the hand, and it was slapped heavily on the ground.

break out!

boom!
In an instant, the entire "hall" of the mine was shaken like the earth was shaking!
And the dense wave of sonic attacks and pressure was easily dispersed by Wang Ye's palm!
You are as strong as you are, shaking the mountains with one palm!

The little old man's stooped back was already crushed and he couldn't breathe. , bent into an "arch bridge" shape.

But after Wang Ye shook the ground with such a palm, he immediately felt the gravity on his body lighten a thousand times.

Much easier.

But now he was able to straighten up and wipe the blood from his mouth.

The power of ghosts and gods gathered in the palm, and the wooden stick returned to the old withered palm again.

Apparently, the two had already been pulled into a dream by Yang Yuntao.

But Wang Ye also realized that the dream created by "Nightmare" this time is far more terrifying than the previous nightmare snake!
Because Yang Yuntao sets himself up to be very illusory, very ethereal, not real.

This is obviously much more advanced than the nightmare snake turning into a red python.

The surrounding red mist is Yang Yuntao!

It's all about Yang Yuntao!
The red mist is immortal, and Yang Yuntao is immortal.

"Bah!"

"combine!"

Yang Yuntao's furious roar flooded the surrounding area again, filling the entire "hall" loudly!

The sound pressure became denser again, and the disintegrated sound waves condensed again, and the waves rolled like ten thousand sea water.

Choppy!

The pressure of tens of thousands of catties was again on the shoulders of Wang Ye and the little old man.

This time, it was more dangerous than last time!
If the last time was the vast sea!
Then this time, it was Wang Yang!

The density of the sound is denser and the sound quality is sharper.

Like a thorn in the language...

Faced with such a dangerous situation, the little old man simply didn't insist anymore, and with a "clang sound", he threw the wooden stick on the ground voluntarily.

Then he took advantage of the situation and hit the ground heavily.

Eyeballs turned sideways, towards Wang Ye, who had a tiger's head and a cat's body, as if to say... Daojun, I surrender, it's up to you.

Wang Ye looked helplessly at the little old man who was already lying on the ground, not only contemptuously in his heart.

Surrender is a very dangerous thing, don't always think about lying down and winning... What if this intensive attack is 880 times stronger?

Jie Shiben can't protect you, okay?

About how to deal with the red mist that filled the "hall".

Wang Ye already had an idea in his heart.

"roar~"

A flame burst from its open mouth,
Flame, spirit fire spray!
boom!
This spray is a sonic attack that oscillates densely like a tide, but is invisible!

The flames smashed towards the little old man's surroundings to help him out.

However, as far as the little old man is concerned, even if he knows that Daojun is trying to save himself, he will not hurt himself.

But the fiery flames from the explosion still made the little old man's eyelids twitch.

bang~
The flame hit the little old man's surroundings, and suddenly,

The tens of millions of sound wave attacks on the back, like the back of the back, quickly dissipated like the ebb tide of the sea.

The little old man's old face was slightly happy, with an inexplicable three-point sense of joy.

I won by lying down...now I'm going to stand up!

But before the little old man stood up, the mutation happened again!

Rumble!
In the entire hall, there was a boundless flame.

Wang Ye's crystalline pupils froze, and an invisible crystal flame was reflected in the pupils, burning...

Extraordinarily strange!

Eryan, Falling Flame!
Since the mist can only defeat, not kill, let it all evaporate!
What?Does evaporation turn liquid into gas?
Then evaporate it!Steam empty!Annihilation!

Boom boom boom!
The sky-reaching flames spread out completely on the ground.

This is the heaven and earth spirit fire, the emperor in the flames!
Chi...wet~~
The red mist quickly melted away...

At the same time, Yang Yuntao's life also began to consume rapidly...

"No! How come?" The unwilling voice began to echo in his heart.

If possible, he is willing to use all means to destroy this hateful cat demon.

But as it turns out, it looks like... it can't.

However, Yang Yuntao didn't regret it. His life actually came to a standstill when the arrogant young man killed his friend with one blow that day.

His Dao heart collapsed.

tantamount to death.

But the ancestor brought him a new life.

Lead him to practice heresy, and even kill the enemy!
There are no regrets in this life...Yang Yuntao thought so, in his consciousness that gradually passed away and died, he was happy.

Born for the ancestors!

Die for the ancestor!

He didn't feel sorry for the sweat that night, the awakening and excitement that night.

To this day, I still can't forget that my heart was both contemptuous and moved, but with a little bit of touch and excitement.It can be described as a cloud and rain, swaying up and down.

Wait... Patriarch, Yang Yuntao's almost dead consciousness suddenly flashed a light!
"Little cat demon, how dare you touch my servant! Beating a dog depends on the master!"

A voice that ordered to stop suddenly sounded from the deep hole~!

The voice is really ugly, and it's a woman, so she must be ugly... Wang Ye shook his claws, revealing his sharp nails.

By the way, he kicked the little old man on the ground who was pretending to be dead.

Just now, Wang Ye tried his best to protect him from the falling flames, so as not to accidentally injure him, so despite the scorched face of the little old man, he is actually in good health.

When the ugly girl comes over in a while, maybe the fierce battle can last for [-] minutes...

Shock!Three hundred rounds between a centenary old man and an ugly woman... I'm excited just thinking about it, tsk tsk~
But seeing that he was an old man and was still seriously injured, Wang Ye thought about it, let alone the fierce battle.

"Lie back..."

Hearing Wang Ye's order, the little old man smiled, got up quickly, and picked up the stick.

"Hey, follow orders, Daojun!"

Lying further away.

(End of this chapter)