Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1171 Huge whirlpool with harmful intentions
  There is a huge whirlpool in the middle. Those ghosts have no intention of harming anyone, but they are constantly sucking towards the whirlpool!

For a while, the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling could be heard endlessly.

At the same time, Zhang Yan felt that the mountain peaks to the west were shaking crazily, and then they were pulling up like giants!

On the top of the mountain, the black stone keeps rising, as if forming a head.

"Boy, here we come, there is no way we can dodge this battle!"

The head transformed from the black stone began to howl wildly, and the sound of the howl was extremely harsh, like a buzzing sound, resounding through the skull.

If it weren't for Zhang Yan's extremely high level of cultivation, he would probably be trembling at this moment.

"Brother Zhang, is this Pu Yuanchun?" Wu Lingbo said coldly.

Zhang Yan nodded, "Pu Yuanchun used ghost magic to absorb all the dead souls from all directions here."

"What does Pu Yuanchun want to do?" Wu Lingbo was puzzled, "Even if he swallows these dead souls, it won't increase his power?"

"He does not want to increase his power, but wants to destroy, pursuing pure destruction!"

Zhang Yan could clearly see that these dead souls were being continuously sucked into the vortex in the headspace. Then, Pu Yuanchun used the ghost technique to seal all the dead souls, and directly blew a wind of death that could harvest living beings!

At that time, all living beings whose souls have been robbed will become the fuel of this wind of death, and then the scope of this wind of death will become larger and larger.

Even the entire world of Pagoda will be harvested by this wind of death, leaving no grass growing.

Zhang Yan just flashed through this terrible scene in his mind and felt horrified. "Destruction? Brother Zhang, this person is too violent, should we retreat first?" Wu Lingbo said coldly.

Zhang Yan shook his head, "Once the wind of death blows, the entire world of Pagoda will fall into a place of eternal destruction. I will never allow this kind of thing!"

Zhang Yan stabbed the evil sword into the ground, chanted the spell casually, and a huge protective aura appeared around Wu Lingbo.

"Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" Wu Lingbo looked confused.

"Of course we have to solve this problem. Xiao Nizi, just wait here and I will come back to pick you up! Before that, I promised you that I would never let you get hurt. I, Zhang Yan, will keep my word !”

Zhang Yan dodged and rushed towards the west mountain.

"Brother Zhang, don't let anything happen to you!"

Wu Lingbo clasped her hands together. She had never prayed to gods before, but she actually began to pray to God.

"I hope Brother Zhang will be fine. If you follow my wish, I will burn a stick of incense in the morning and evening to worship the gods!"

Naturally, Zhang Yan couldn't hear these words. At this time, Zhang Yan had already jumped to the top of the mountain. However, he saw that the huge mountain had become this weird and unpredictable Pu Yuanchun, a huge monster under the magic of ghosts!
  "Boy, you have killed many of my masters along the way. You are a talent. However, you must know one truth, that is, the gap in strength cannot be made up by luck. And you, sorry, Luck has run out.”

Zhang Yan held the black jade fierce sword in his hand and stood sternly, "Luck? If you think it's luck, then give it a try!"

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