The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 159
Chapter 159
These Nether Flame Demon Wolves are low-level, with extremely limited spiritual intelligence. Most of them only have the instinct of ferocious beasts. When they see a foreign race, they will naturally ruthlessly attack the leader of Jiuyou Sect.

"Evil animal, block my way, and wash your wolf clan with blood."

Ye Wushang's face was gloomy, he was a half-step innate realm powerhouse, how could he care about a fierce beast that didn't even have a spiritual intelligence, and cut the Netherworld Flame Wolf in two.

The Nether Flame Demon Wolf understood Ye Wushang's threats, but was completely aroused by his bloody methods, and rushed towards Ye Wushang crazily, but was easily beheaded by Ye Wushang.

All of a sudden, more and more Nether Flame Demon Wolves, stimulated by blood, joined the team attacking Ye Wushang.

On the contrary, Ling Hantian relied on Dacheng's dust-free footwork to move quickly among the wolves, and only occasionally fought hand-to-hand with the Nether Flame Wolf, but did not hurt the Nether Flame Wolf.

Ling Hantian was like a gust of wind, floating among the wolves.

On the contrary, it was Ye Wushang, the leader of Jiuyou Sect, who was besieged by more and more Netherworld flame demon wolves.

Seeing more and more Nether Fire Demon Wolves approaching, Ye Wushang also became angry, and kept waving the black long sword in his hand, one by one Nether Fire Demon Wolves fell down one by one, the pungent bloody smell enveloped the woods middle.

This further stimulated the blood-eating nature of the wolves, and the ghostly flame demon wolves launched an attack on Ye Wushang in spite of everything. Unfortunately, the difference in strength was too large, and every attack could not cause damage to Ye Wushang. Killed like a chicken butchered a dog.

A half-step innate realm powerhouse is so terrifying!
Looking at the mountain-like wolf corpse in front of Ye Wushang, Ling Hantian, who had been dealing with the wolves all the time, curled up a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Ye Wushang, tonight, the Southern Wilderness Blood The forest is your burial place."

While speaking, Ling Hantian dodged the attack of a Nether Flame Demon Wolf, turned over as a kite, and quickly rolled into the nearby bushes. Immediately afterwards, the Nine Nether Soul Forging Soul Record started to run crazily, and the Nine Nether Soul Concealment Technique was displayed to the extreme. Han Tian's breath disappeared out of thin air in the perception of the wolves.

The Nether Flame Demon Wolf who had originally attacked Ling Hantian lost their target all of a sudden, and were all attracted by the bloody smell around Ye Wushang.

"Good thief, you actually have such a means to hide your aura!"

While waving the long sword, Ye Wushang noticed that Ling Hantian's aura had disappeared in a flash, but he was not worried. The evil stone appeared in his left hand, and he immediately sensed Ling Hantian's direction again.

Because of the Nine Nether Blood Demon in his body, Ling Hantian naturally knew that Ye Wushang could sense his aura.

But what he did was to prevent the Nether Flame Demon Wolf from being able to find him, so he charged Ye Wushang with all his strength, and at the same time he quickly plundered towards the place where the wolves lived.

He knew very well that wolves could not resist Ye Wushang for too long.

Sensing Ling Hantian's breath leaving quickly, Ye Wushang became furious, and swung the black long sword to the limit.

Hundreds of adult Nether flame wolves were completely vulnerable to Ye Wushang, who was half a step ahead of the innate realm. Ye Wushang took the lives of several Nether flame wolves with a wave of the black sword in his hand. .

The ground of this forest has long been red with blood, a strong and pungent bloody smell spreads out, and the corpses of the Nether Flame Demon Wolf are lying everywhere.

But the Nether Flame Demon Wolf has gone completely crazy, its emerald green pupils are full of hatred, and it dares not fear death to charge towards Ye Wushang.

Feeling that the hundreds of Nether Flame Demon Wolves behind were gradually slaughtered by Ye Wushang, Ling Hantian became anxious.

If the one in the cave doesn't perceive everything here, or if it doesn't come over, the consequences will be disastrous.

He also had to use the character 'Ming'.

"Good thief, you can't escape!"

With a single sword, he killed the last Nether Flame Demon Wolf blocking the way, his blood-red robe swelled, and Ye Wushang grabbed the blood-devouring black sword and plundered towards Ling Hantian's escape direction.

But at this very moment, a howling wolf pierced the night sky, shook the mountain forest, and exploded like a thunderbolt in the sky above the Southern Wilderness Blood Forest. Ling Hantian's body trembled violently, and he felt his eardrums go numb .

"what?"

In the rear, Ye Wushang's raging figure froze, and he looked forward intently, and his expression became a little unnatural in an instant, "When did this Southern Wilderness Blood Forest have such a terrifying monster?"

As the overlord of the Southern Wilderness Blood Forest, Ye Wushang is naturally very familiar with the situation of the Southern Wilderness Blood Forest. These Nether Flame Demon Wolves are just a group of ordinary ferocious beasts, not even a real monster was born.

Originally, in Ye Wushang's eyes, these Nether Flame Demon Wolves were nothing, which is why he dared to kill so much.

But now, the howling of wolves from the front made him feel terrified.

Above the Profound Sky Continent, ferocious beasts are divided into seven levels, corresponding to the seven realms of body refinement warriors, and those above ferocious beasts are called monsters.

Monsters are also divided into ranks one to seven, roughly corresponding to the two major realms of human beings, the acquired realm and the innate realm.

Judging from the terrifying aura in front, Ye Wushang roughly judged that this monster has already reached the seventh level, and even almost reached the point of transformation.

A seventh-order monster is an existence comparable to the limit of the innate realm of human beings.

For a moment, Ye Wushang thought of retreating, but he was very unwilling, as Ling Hantian was not far ahead.

With just such a little hesitation, Ye Wushang's face completely darkened.

While breathing, the demonic aura billowed in front of him, and the woods in front of the Nether Flame Demon Wolf King were all reduced to ashes, and the dust was flying. His head was red all over, his eyes were blood red, and there was a long silver horn on top of his head. His body was like a giant elephant. A strange ghostly flame demon wolf emerged.

Ling Hantian hid far away, his eyes fell on the wolf king.

I saw the long silver horn on top of the wolf king's head, thick limbs, tall and straight, sharp wolf claws, under the moonlight, emitting bursts of gnawing luster, blood-red animal pupils, scanning the wolf corpses everywhere.

The wolf king let out a low growl, slowly raised his huge wolf head, locked onto Ye Wushang with a gloomy face, raised his sharp wolf claws high, slammed on the ground, and let out a sky-shattering roar.

"Wolf King, all this is a misunderstanding!"

Seventh-order monsters already possess intelligence comparable to that of human beings. The only difference is that they cannot transform into forms, so they can only be called monsters.

"Roar! Kill my clansman, blood debt blood!"

The wolf king didn't give Ye Wushang a chance to explain at all, and besides, the corpses of hundreds of Nether flame demon wolves in front of him seemed to have died at the hands of Ye Wushang.

Based on this, the Wolf King has already sentenced Ye Wushang to death, and he will not let go of the other participants.

It's just that in the eyes of the wolf king, the human being in front of him is dealt with first, and the remaining little guy is not a matter of raising his paws.

Looking at Ye Wushang's gloomy face that was about to drip, a faint smile flashed across Ling Hantian's face.

The Nether Flame Demon Wolf King's realm is almost close to that of a transformed form. Without the body of a monster, I am afraid that even the strongest innate human beings may not be able to defeat it.

And Ye Wushang is only a half-step Xiantian realm, Ling Hantian has no doubt that his combat power is amazing, but he is a whole big realm behind the wolf king, no matter how defiant Ye Wushang is, there is absolutely no possibility of defeating the wolf king.

This can be seen from Ye Wushang's gloomy face.

As for running away, Ling Hantian felt that if Ye Wushang was smart enough, he would not have done so.

Because judging from the speed at which the wolf king appeared, it far surpassed Ye Wushang.

If he ran away, he would be completely defenseless, exposing his back to the attack of the Nether Flame Demon Wolf King, which was purely courting death.

Besides, now that Ye Wushang killed the entire pack of wolves by himself, he and the wolf king had already formed a family feud.

It can be said that the current Ye Wushang has fallen into the deadly battle trap set by Ling Hantian, and can only rely on the long sword in his hand to fight a bloody path and win a chance for himself.

(End of this chapter)