Myriad Beast Immortal

Chapter 937: The Power of Nightmares (please vote for me)

Sky Shadow Realm, Blood Shadow Clan.

A group of Blood Shadow Clan monks were patrolling, led by a plump woman in a gold skirt.

A ray of golden light appeared in the distant sky. The flash stopped, and the light faded, revealing a golden flying boat several feet long. A tall man in a golden shirt stood in the flying boat.

"Elder Suo."

The woman in the gold skirt and others said in unison and bowed.

"You continue patrolling!"

The man in gold shirt ordered.

The woman in the golden skirt and others agreed and continued patrolling.

The man in the golden shirt pinched the magic formula, and the golden flying boat flew forward.

Not long after, the golden flying boat stopped at the foot of a peak. Halfway up the mountain, there was a blood-colored archway that was a hundred feet high and ten feet long. The aura was flickering. This was a top-notch spiritual treasure.

A large number of ferocious ghost faces were carved on the surface of the blood-colored gate archway, which were vividly alive. Without a monk to guard them, a blood-colored light curtain blocked his way.

The man in the golden shirt took out a square blood-colored token with the word "Blood Shadow" engraved on the front.

He poured mana into the token, and the bloody token suddenly burst into light. A streak of bloody light flew out and submerged into the bloody light curtain.

The bloody light curtain blurred and disappeared.

The golden flying boat flew towards the bloody gate archway. After passing the bloody gate archway, a vast green mountain range came into view, and a large number of buildings and monks could be seen.

"If you dare to break into our Blood Shadow clan's ancestral land, do you really think that our Blood Shadow clan's clan-protecting formation is just a decoration?"

An extremely cold male voice came from the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, the void rippled, and a huge bloody palm appeared and smacked him head-on.

At the same time, a strong gravity was generated on the ground, and the golden airship fell uncontrollably towards the ground.

A green light lit up in the golden flying boat, and a tall man in blue shirt appeared.

The man in green shirt's right hand glowed with green light, and he shot towards the void above his head. A giant green palm flashed out and collided with the giant blood-colored palm.

The giant cyan palm was like paper, with a large number of cracks appearing on the surface, and then it turned into dots of spiritual light and dissipated. The giant blood-colored palm slapped the bodies of the man in the gold shirt and the man in the green shirt.

The man in the gold shirt suddenly turned into a blood mist, and even Nascent Soul could not escape, while the man in the green shirt turned into a large number of mysterious runes.

These runes suddenly condensed and turned into the appearance of the man in blue shirt again.

The alarm sounded loudly, and a huge bloody light curtain emerged, covering a large area. A huge bloody ghost face could be seen on the surface of the bloody light curtain, which was extremely ferocious.

Four Mahayana monks, Guan Suo, Guan Tao, Suo Guang and Suo Yu, flew into the air with cold expressions.

"Mahayana period talisman soldiers?"

Guan Shuo frowned.

A deafening dragon roar sounded, a large number of white snowflakes fell from the void, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

A huge white true dragon appeared high in the sky. Xuan Fuzi stood on the head of the white true dragon with a cold expression.

"The remnant of the Lin family! It's really you! Are you the only one who wants to deal with our Blood Shadow Clan?"

Guan Shuo's tone was cold.

"More than 600,000 years ago, you, the Blood Shadow Clan, collaborated with the Qingxuan Clan and the Chili Clan to destroy our Lin family. Today, I will avenge the dead clan members and crush your Blood Shadow Clan."

Xuan Fuzi's tone was cold.

He flipped his right hand, a black light flashed, and a palm-sized black mirror appeared in his hand, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations.

The treasure of Xuantian, the Xuanming Mirror, was refined by Chu Buyu using the Xuanming Divine Crystal as the core material.

He injected magic power into the Xuanming Mirror, and the mirror surface suddenly burst into a dazzling black light, shooting out a thick black light beam, heading straight for the blood-colored light curtain.

"Treasure of Xuantian!"

Guan Shuo exclaimed.

A ray of blood flew out from a peak and faced the black light pillar.

There was a loud noise, and the black beam of light was shattered by the blood light. The blood light turned out to be a two-foot-long bloody sword. A ferocious bloody ghost face was carved on the hilt, and a large number of ghost figures could be seen on the sword. The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling continued, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sky became dark.

"Wangui Sword!"

Xuan Fuzi's expression condensed.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Sword is the clan treasure of the Blood Shadow Clan. It has been refined with the souls of billions of living beings. Since the emergence of this treasure, no less than twenty Mahayana monks have died under this sword, which is notorious for its evil reputation.

"You think you can attack our Blood Shadow Clan with just a Xuantian treasure and a True Spirit? You overestimate yourself! Let your accomplices show up! Stop hiding."

A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of blood flew out from a peak and stopped in mid-air, revealing a short, fat old man in blood robes with a round face and small eyes.

Guan Heng, middle stage of Mahayana.

Several rays of light flew from a distance, revealing the figures of six men and one woman. Shen Night and Shen Zhan were both inside. They rarely appeared in front of outsiders. The outside world did not know that they were Shen Long's spiritual beasts. The other five people It's Shen Ying and Shen Hu. They have also entered the Mahayana stage and have not yet cultivated into true spirits.

Guan Heng's brows furrowed. The seven Shen Nights had demonic auras on them. Could it be that they were also true spirits?

"Take action and crush the Blood Shadow Clan!"

Xuan Fuzi said in a deep voice.

Shen Yanqi's body surface glowed with aura, and almost at the same time, he shot his right hand towards the void.

There was a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and seven giant palms of different colors flashed out, quickly merged into one, and turned into a giant palm holding the sky, heading straight towards the bloody light curtain.

The Xuan Ming Mirror in Xuan Fuzi's hand once again shot out a thick black beam of light, hitting the Wangui Sword.

"Combined attack technique?"

Guan Heng screamed in his heart, and was about to control the Wangui Sword to attack.

At this moment, Shen Nightmare said: "Your Majesty, it's better to just surrender! It's time to repay the blood debt owed by your Blood Shadow Clan."

After hearing these words, an overwhelming sleepiness came over him. Guan Heng's eyelids trembled. He felt like the world was spinning and he appeared in a vast grassland.

"Is this an illusion?"

Guan Heng's face turned ugly.

"Are you looking for me?"

A cold male voice sounded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yan appeared with a smile on his face.

"What a spirit!"

Guan Heng said with a gloomy face, ordinary eighth-level spirit beasts do not have such great magical powers, so true spirits will be fine.

"You know now that I am a true spirit? It's too late. Let's send you on your way!"

Shen Night's tone was cold, and the aura on his body shone brightly, transforming into a huge black dragon with a thick waist.

"nightmare!"

The corners of Guan Heng's mouth twitched.

Nightmare is an extremely rare true spirit that can make the enemy fall into a dream. In the dream, the strength of the nightmare is enhanced, while the enemy's strength is weakened.

Within the blood-colored light curtain, Guan Tao and four others took action to resist the giant palm of the sky. Guan Heng closed his eyes, and the Wangui Sword floated in mid-air.

"Friends in the pipeline, wake up quickly."

Guan Shuo shouted, his tone urgent.

The momentum of the sky-holding giant palm was like a rainbow, easily defeating the incoming attacks and hitting the bloody light curtain.

The blood-colored light curtain suddenly sank, the spiritual light dimmed, and the huge ghost face on the surface let out a shrill ghost cry.

"How can this be!"

Suo Guang's face showed an expression of disbelief. What kind of secret technique is this? It's so powerful.

(End of this chapter)