The Prodigies War

Witchcraft ancestral court!

Lintian was also awestruck.

The divine bone warship is very large and wrapped by a layer of light, making it extremely mysterious, like a divine treasure ship coming from chaos.

On the warship, there are several young men and women, all of whom are dignified, each with sharp eyes and diffuse light, which looks very frightening.

No matter men or women, they all have an iron blood killing charm. They are strong and domineering, just like overlords rising from a sea of corpses. At first glance, they are cruel characters who have experienced the baptism of blood and fire.

"Don't act rashly."

Molan mountain was motionless and sent a message to remind Lintian.

Lintian nodded.

It was the first time he had seen the descendants of the ancestral court of witchcraft.

The ancestral court of witch religion is extremely ancient. It respects power and worships power. Its descendants are all powerful and unparalleled, and their combat power is amazing.

Unlike the yuan religion, the ancestral court of the witch religion is more mysterious. Its ancestral inheritance is related to the word "power", emphasizing "power" rather than "heart".

They do not adhere to etiquette and law, do not respect precepts, do not respect ghosts and gods, divide honor and inferiority by strength, and regard combat as the key of practice.

So that in the eyes of Yuan religion and spirit religion, the whole door of witch religion is like a "barbarian".

Views are views. In the eternal real world, no one can deny the power and terror of witchcraft.

Among the four ancestral courts, witch religion is also the most famous when it comes to combat power.

The divine bone warship descended on the Bank of the great lake.

"It seems that the power of order here has been taken away first."

A man dressed in animal leather, with thick bones and firm appearance opened his mouth coldly, and his eyes had looked at Lintian and Molan mountain in the distance.

At the same time, other men and women on the warship also looked past.

"An immortal Nirvana realm exists, and a figure in the supreme ancestral realm also seems to come from a great power."

"That old guy is tricky."

"Hum, whoever robbed what we like must hand it in!"

These men and women have unbridled eyes, and their posture is also extremely strong when talking.

Even if they recognize that Molan mountain is an immortal figure in Nirvana, they have no convergence. Their eyes are cold and full of iron blood and ruthlessness branded in their bones.

Lintian frowned. The witch preacher was as arrogant and powerful as a barbarian.

However, it is not surprising to think that their orthodoxy does not respect heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, does not adhere to etiquette and law, and only believes in and respects power.

Mo Lanshan obviously knew the nature of the preacher of the witch sect. He didn't care. He looked at the closed cabin and said in a deep voice: "Mo Lanshan, the elder of the ninth peak of the yuan sect, has seen a friend of the witch sect. Who is the Taoist friend who took his disciples out this time?"

Yuan Jiao!

All of a sudden, the eyes of those witch men and women suddenly changed, with a sudden color and a hint of desire to try.

They all looked at Lintian from Molan mountain and looked at him recklessly, as if they were looking at a prey.

Lintian felt unhappy. Do these guys still want to fight with themselves?

"Long time no see, Mo Daoyou."

A hoarse old voice came from the closed cabin of the divine bone warship.

Following the opening of the cabin door, an old man came out. He was very old. His hair fell off and his wrinkles piled up, like a piece of paper crumpled into a ball.

But he is hale and hearty, his eyes are like golden lanterns, and his body is pregnant with amazing life Qi, which are very beautiful

powerful.

Moreover, this is the result of his deliberate convergence of Qi. Otherwise, once his real power fluctuation spreads, all young people are afraid to spit blood and fall to the ground, which is unbearable.

Lintian's pupils were slightly frozen. The old man had an extremely dangerous smell. He was no longer old or weak than Molan mountain.

"It's brother Meng."

Mo Lanshan's eyes contracted slightly and soon recovered to be calm.

And in Lintian's ear, the voice of Molan mountain sounded: "this old man is called Mengshan. He is one of the twelve veins of the witch sect. He is the elder of leiwu. Although his status is equal to mine, his combat power is extremely fierce and terrible. But you don't have to panic. I'm here."

Lintian was awed.

He heard the alert and fear in Mo Lanshan's tone.

However, the words "I'm here" in Molan mountain pass also made Lintian feel unspeakable sureness, and his state of mind became calm.

"Hehe, since we all know each other, it's easy to say."

With wrinkled face, sparse hair and slightly trembling figure, Mengshan came to the bow with a crutch and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here to let these children experience and subdue a force of order by the way, but it seems that this force of order has been taken away by Mo Daoyou?"

Mo Lanshan said, "good."

"How about taking it away? As long as people don't go, the power of order doesn't belong to your yuan religion!"

A thin man with skin like bronze juice, naked upper body and fierce breath made a cold sound.

This is extremely disrespectful and provocative.

Mengshan scolded, "don't be rude."

The thin man disapproved and said, "Meng Changlao, the etiquette of our Witch sect is strength, and everything else is empty."

The same is true of other men and women, and it is not much strange.

Meng Shan smiled and said to Mo Lan Mountain, "don't blame Mo Taoist friends. I've always been like this."

There was a faint pride in his words.

Mo Lanshan said calmly, "when you are young, you are impulsive and bloody. It's not a bad thing."

"Stop talking nonsense. I've always had a bad impression on your yuan religion. Hand over the power of order quickly!"

The thin man shouted.

Before Mo Lan Mountain could speak, Lintian said coldly: "I dare to claim the power of order, and I don't see what you are! In your witch sect, you can do whatever you want, but this is not a witch sect!"

The posture of these witchcraft missionaries is almost unbridled to the extreme. They don't even pay attention to immortal figures in Nirvana, such as Molan mountain. How rampant is it?

What Lintian didn't expect was that his words didn't make those witch missionaries angry, but made them laugh.

"Ha ha, this boy doesn't advise."

"If you dare to talk to us like this, your courage is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but you don't know your strength."

"That's the end he doesn't know to offend us."

These words are still arrogant and direct, and it will be uncomfortable for anyone to hear them.

Lintian finally understood why the yuan church regarded witchcraft as a barbarian.

These guys are completely lawless and unscrupulous!

"Don't quarrel with them. These little guys of the witch sect are the same as the old guys. It's always the same. They only believe in power and are notoriously arrogant." Molan mountain preacher.

Lintian whispered, "elder, today's business is quite strange. In my opinion, even if we tolerate it, they will not give up

If I take the initiative to solve them. "

Then he glanced at those witch missionaries and said calmly, "if you want the power of order, who can fight with me? If I lose, I will hand over the power of order. If I win, you'd better disappear from my eyes as soon as possible!"

Words are optional, but they are extremely strong. It is tantamount to declaring war!

Those witch missionaries were stunned.

When did the yuan missionaries become so rigid?

Their eyes were cold, and they all looked at Lintian.

"Since it's a battle, do you dare to distinguish between life and death?" The thin man shouted.

Mo Lanshan frowned and stopped talking.

As Lintian said before, he also saw that today's things could not be done well.

In that case, let Lintian teach him a lesson.

Mengshan didn't speak again from beginning to end and looked at all this with a smile.

"If you want to distinguish between life and death, you just don't know whether someone will intervene."

Lintian said and glanced at Mengshan.

The thin man's face sank and said, "Meng Changlao, please don't interfere in the battle, whether life or death!"

Meng Shan's eyes narrowed and said, "what do you think of this?"

Molan mountain said calmly, "it's best not to distinguish between life and death. Of course, if you really distinguish between life and death, I won't stop and mix."

Mengshan gave a cry and said, "well, it's been a long time since we two ancestors had a duel. Since we met here, we can't miss it. Well, we can't use the power of order in the duel later."

The thin man sneered: "I don't care. I'm just worried that if there is no order, my friend of the yuan religion may die ugly."

The men and women nearby burst into laughter.

Lintian smiled and said, "remember that."

The thin man stopped talking nonsense, or he couldn't contain his inner intention and opportunity, and rushed out of the warship.

"Before you die, remember my name, Yantu!"

The thin man opened his mouth slowly. He carried a murderous spear, held a large bow of animal bones, and took out a bronze arrow from the arrow pot.

His eyes were like two Venus, his pupils turned into a cross, as bright as a sword blade, and his face was like a knife. He had a strong and wild temperament. He opened his mouth and scolded:

"Yes!"

Whew!

A bronze arrow came, tore the sky, and the air burst. With an air of antiquity and an unstoppable "potential", it pierced into the eyes at once.

It's incredibly fast and overbearing.

Lintian clapped his palm and finger, and the suddenly flying bronze arrow immediately deviated from the track and swept away from the side of Lintian's figure.

Dong!

Not far away, a huge sacred mountain was shot by an arrow and exploded on the spot into fly ash.

"Eh, this guy is interesting. He can escape my arrow." In mid air, Yan Tu's surprised voice came.

Having said that, his action was not slow, but more simply opened his bow. The arrow feather was like a rainbow, penetrating the world and pressing people with a sharp edge.

Moreover, this time he used all his strength. The divine arrows were like a rainbow. Each bronze arrow made a whine and shattered the sky. They were rare secret treasures.

"Yantu killed him and dealt with the missionaries of the yuan religion. The only way to show the power of our Witch religion is to suppress him!"

"Shoot with a Magic Arrow and blow it into blood!"

Several of his companions were shouting and cheering for him.