Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 327 [Dark Holy See, Nezha Arrives]

"Is this the demon tribe that has risen in Nanzhan Continent?"

There were dozens of men in black robes on top of a bare mountain. These words were spoken by the leader of the men in black robes.

"Chi chi chi, the ancient demon clan, that must be the orthodoxy passed down by Luo Hu."

A man in black robes behind him raised his hands and said, "Sir, do we need to contact them?"

"Well, the Light Sect has found helpers, so naturally our Dark Sect will also find help, but it still depends on whether they have the strength, hehe."

"Let's go, let's see how this ancestor of the demon race develops."

"Yes."

As the leader of the black-robed men set off, dozens of black-robed men immediately followed him.

A pitch-black palace appeared on the top of the mountains. This was the seat of the demon clan. Spreading from this bare mountain top, the land for thousands of miles was covered in darkness.

This is all caused by the erosion of the demonic energy. The demonic energy is far more powerful than all the evil spirits in the world. Even if it leaks even a little bit, the surrounding area will be completely devoid of smoke.

Wutian's closed eyes suddenly opened, and at that moment, a terrifying force came down from the sky.

"Humph!"

A black lotus phantom enveloped the entire black jade majestic hall, blocking all the power, but Wutian had disappeared.

Dozens of people covered in black robes stood in the sky above the black jade hall. The leader of the group retracted the skeleton arms exposed in black robes.

"Yes, this Wutian does have some strength."

The voice seemed to be joking, but it also had an oozing hoarseness.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

A man in black robes and long hair suddenly emerged from the hall. At the same time, countless streams of light passed through the entire mountain range and converged towards the center.

"I'm here, the leader of the Dark Church, Satan, is here to seek advice from the Demonic Cult."

"Chucky!"

At this moment, the leading man in black robe finally took off his low cloak, but the honor under the cloak made everyone feel shuddering.

It was a skull, not a body of flesh and blood, with purple fire dancing in its eye sockets. If it was just that, it would be nothing.

After all, there are many skeletons that have become spirits in the ancient world, but the most surprising thing is that the skull exudes a strong death aura without any vitality.

In the ancient world, even if the skeleton became a spirit, or if all things became spirits, they all had spiritual existence. That was the energy of life and death, which represented death.

This kind of existence has never appeared in ancient times, so it is naturally surprising.

"What kind of monster is this? It's so invasive."

The speaker is a tiger spirit covered in black fur. Don’t underestimate him. He is also considered the top demon king in Nanzhan Buzhou. His strength has reached the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian. After being surrendered by Wutian, he became the fourth demon sect. One of the great protectors.

"Hmph, I don't care where you are monsters from. If you dare to offend, you will only die."

Wutian snorted coldly, and the majestic demonic energy rippled between heaven and earth. It was obvious that he was angry.

"call out!"

But at this moment, a fiery red light from the sky fell towards this place, and at the same time, a childish voice sounded.

"Hey, what's going on?"

People followed the sound, and in the blazing fire, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old appeared on the spot, riding on a hot wheel, holding a fire-tip gun, and holding Hun Tianling in his arms.

He was ordered by his master Zhang Yan to come to find Wutian. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he saw the tension between the two parties and the atmosphere condensed. "Um!?"

The surging demonic energy in Wutian's body suddenly stopped, and he looked at Nezha in the sky, his eyes narrowed.

Wutian has been taken under the sect of the Lord of Strength for tens of thousands of years, so he naturally knows something about his sect, and Nezha's identity is not a secret in the entire prehistoric era.

So with just one glance, Wutian recognized that the person coming was his senior brother.

"Wutian, I have met senior brother."

Wutian, who was covered in demonic flames, put away his body and bowed to Nezha in the sky, but he didn't show off as the master of the demonic sect.

Nezha's eyes lit up. Although he had never met Wutian, he knew with just one sentence that the person in front of him was the junior brother accepted by his master.

Nezha's figure suddenly disappeared to Wutian's side, and said with a playful smile: "Junior brother, please excuse me. I was ordered by Master to come and help you."

"I don't know, who is this guy across from me?"

Nezha was not stupid. He could tell at a glance that the other party was evil, especially the skull at the head. Fortunately, it was not the middle of the night, otherwise Nezha would probably have shot him directly. It was too intrusive.

Wutian sneered and said: "Hmph, these guys said they wanted to ask for advice from my demon sect, but they gave me a slap on the wrist as soon as they came."

"This matter is really unreasonable. Let me help you teach them a lesson."

Nezha had an angry look on his face, but his eyes were full of emotion. It had been so many years since he entered the Heavenly Court as an official, and he hadn't really fought in an unknown number of years.

After all, there were very few things in the ancient world that could alarm the Heavenly Court, and even fewer things that could alarm the Heavenly Court and arrange for Nezha to go there.

In the past ten thousand years, only Yuan Hong had allowed him to exert some strength, which almost drove him to death.

"How dare you trouble your senior brother to take action? Let me do it."

Wutian hesitated for a moment and then refused. He didn't know why the master called Nezha here, but Nezha was senior to him, and Nezha had just arrived, so he asked him to take action. This was probably a discord with Li.

"Boom."

"What a monster. If you dare to act recklessly here, you will die."

Unexpectedly, Nezha didn't listen to Wutian's words at all. He held a fire-tipped spear and went directly towards the skull Satan in the sky.

"Chucky!"

Satan's jaws moved up and down, and he let out a scoffing laugh. He seemed to be very disdainful of Nezha, and did not care at all about the majestic three-flavored fire brought by Nezha.

A gray aura of death gushed out from his whole body, and a white jade bone sword appeared on top of his skeleton scaffold.

"Daluo Jinxian realm, you dare to challenge me."

The deep gray aura enveloped the entire land, causing the expressions of countless people to change.

Wutian's face condensed slightly, "In the early days of Quasi-Sainthood, when did such a person appear in the wilderness?"

Nezha felt Satan's explosive aura, and his face darkened slightly, but he was not afraid. Instead of stopping the attack in his hands, he became even more fierce.

Nezha's temper was like this. He didn't even hit him, but just relied on his momentum to coax him, which was obviously impossible.

"Bear!"

The originally majestic three-flavored real fire became a little more ferocious again, and the fiery red light covered half of the sky.

"Boom!"

The distance between the two sides was not long. After a short period of gathering momentum, they collided with each other in an instant, stirring up boundless power and making the entire mountain range violently shake.

(End of this chapter)