Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 119 [Xiang Liu Great Witch, Dao Yan takes action]

"It's the great wizard Xiang Liu!"

As soon as the man appeared, a dispute broke out in the Jiuli tribe.

The great shaman of Xiangliu Gonggong tribe managed to escape the lich war and still survives today.

"Xuanyuan boy, you can't kill this person."

Xiang Liu looked coldly and threw back the spear shining with golden light.

"call out!"

The spear turned back at a faster speed in Xiang Liu's hand, flashed a golden light in the air, and stabbed towards Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan's eyes condensed, and the majestic power of the soul surged, stopping when the golden light was only one meter away from him.

"What a powerful force!"

Xuanyuan was surprised in his heart. This spear was his spiritual treasure. Under the majestic power of Xiang Liu, even his soul, which was already at the Daluo Jinxian level, couldn't restrain it. It was really scary.

Xiang Liu Lengche said: "Xuanyuan boy, I have to say that having such strength at your age is really unimaginable."

"But if you block the path of our Jiuli tribe, you are destined to die!"

"Hmph! Let's meet Zhenzhang."

Xuanyuan was not to be outdone, there was no fear in his eyes, and the golden power of his soul seemed to be overflowing.

"act recklessly."

Xiang Liu bent his steps and appeared in front of Xuanyuan in an instant, his fist carrying boundless power crashing towards him.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Xuanyuan climbed up from the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking at Xiang Liu with worried eyes.

It was really too strong, especially because it was so fast that he had no time to react and could only use the power of his soul to resist. Even so, he still suffered some injuries.

The feeling that Xiang Liu gave Xuanyuan was that of a majestic mountain, an unsurmountable mountain. Facing this mountain, Xuanyuan felt powerless deep in his heart.

Xiang Liu was a little surprised that Xuanyuan blocked his attack, but he was just surprised.

"Die! I won't give you another chance."

A wooden spear stained with bright red was taken out from Zi Xiangliu's hand. The terrifying evil aura mixed with the astonishingly sharp aura spread across the entire land.

This is a witch weapon, a weapon that only great witches in the witch clan can hold. It requires blood sacrifice with one's own blood. Its only feature is that it is strong, and it lacks a little power compared to Lingbao.

"call out!"

The bloody spear came out of his hand, spanning a long distance in an instant, and was about to hit Xuanyuan.

A figure in a cyan robe stood in front of Xuanyuan, his palms glowing with bronze light firmly grasping the spear.

The familiar scene happened again, but this time the roles were changed.

Xuanyuan looked stunned, looked at the figure in front of him, bowed and saluted: "Xuangui pays homage to the master."

"No need to be polite. From now on, your name will be Xuanyuan."

"The disciple understands."

Compared to Xuanyuan before, he was more complimentary to Zhang Yan after awakening his thousands of years of memories in Fengdu.

After all, one only has more than ten years of teaching, and the other is the grace of thousands of years of teaching. The two are superimposed, and this kindness is so important.

"Well! Please step back first."

Zhang Yan ordered Xuanyuan to retreat, and then looked at Xiang Liu.

"Xiang Liu, do the Wu Clan want to interfere in the affairs of the human race?"

"Zhang Yan!" Xiang Liu's voice was full of shock and surprise.

"You can call Zhang Yan too!"

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed coldly, the blood-colored spear in his hand flashed away, and he galloped towards Xiang Liu in an instant.

Xiang Liu faced the oncoming blood-colored spear and was frightened in his heart. He grasped the spear firmly with both hands, but the huge force spread through his whole body and instantly defeated him. His body flew backwards and could not be broken. Know how many trees there are.

"Boom!"

Looking at Xiang Liu who was retreating like a sharp arrow, Zhang Yan smiled coldly.

Although he had some friendships with the Wu Clan, they were all based on Hou Tu, not this group of Wu Clan people. It seemed that they didn't take him seriously at all.

"Daoyan Tianzun, do you want to stop us?"

After Xiang Liu flew out, another stout figure walked out of the Jiuli tribe. His appearance immediately caused the entire Jiuli tribe to shout in unison.

"Xingtian Great Witch!"

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people rang out like a wave of enthusiasm, their eyes blazing at the man with his bare chest and back covered in tattoos.

This man was not particularly strong, but his whole body looked well-coordinated. His expression was very indifferent, and he looked at Zhang Yan coldly.

"Xingtian."

Zhang Yan whispered in a low voice, Xing Tian was originally the great witch of the Dijiang tribe. During the lich period, he was the most powerful shaman of the entire witch tribe. If Zhang Yan recommended Hou Yi to use Hou Tu's hard work, that would be the case.

Presumably, the one who will use the efforts of the ancestral witch will definitely be Xingtian. I have to say that the fate is sad.

"Daoyan Tianzun, the Wu Clan has long been a thing of the past, and is now also a member of the Jiuli Tribe. Why can't we compete in the Middle Earth?"

"Just because your bodies are full of the blood of human beings, you are not worthy."

"Humph, it's not up to you whether you are worthy or not. The Jiuli tribe belongs to the human race, so they are certainly qualified!"

Xing Tian's eyes sparkled, and the Qianqi ax slipped silently into his hand. Xing Tian would not allow anyone to interrupt the Wu Clan's layout for thousands of years.

"Hmph, then I'll break your legs!"

Zhang Yan shouted loudly, and the purple electric arc jumped in his hand. When it comes to physical combat, the most convenient thing to use is the purple electric hammer. It is also a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. The purple electric hammer weighs hundreds of millions, and the power it explodes can even Blast through the earth.

"war!"

Xingtian's whole body was full of fighting spirit, and all the ancestral witches of the Wu clan were alive and dead. If there is anyone who is closest to the realm of ancestral witches now, it is only Xingtian.

Especially since he has integrated the laws of war, as long as the will to fight is still alive, he can continue to fight even if his head is cut off.

Xing Tian was filled with rioting fighting spirit, which shocked the heavens and shocked the ghosts and gods. He swung the ax in his hand and stirred up the wind and clouds in the sky.

"kill!"

Ever since the Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong entered the eighth level, Zhang Yan rarely fought with his body. Now that he met Xing Tian, ​​he really felt a little itchy.

The majestic energy and blood rose into the sky, and there was a faint sense of sight that broke through Xingtian's burst of fighting spirit.

Compared with the Wu Clan's Wu Jue body refining technique, the Nine Turns Mysterious Technique optimized by Dao Ancestor is more pure, and the power of Qi and blood that bursts out is extremely strong, not as evil as the Wu Clan's.

On the contrary, it is like a ferocious beast, with strong energy and blood, suppressing all things in the world.

"This power of Qi and blood is not weak to Master Ancestral Witch!"

Xing Tian was secretly surprised. It was unimaginable that Daoyan Tianzun was so physically powerful.

"boom!"

Before the two of them fought, earth-shattering energy and blood kept colliding in the air. The Wu Clan's body refining mainly focused on absorbing the evil and turbid energy from the heaven and earth. It was extremely mixed, but extremely terrifying.

In comparison, the power of Zhang Yan's energy and blood is like a solid city wall. No matter how fiercely Xing Tian attacks, Zhang Yan cannot be shaken in the slightest. He is as stable as Mount Tai in the storm.

(End of this chapter)