The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

"Three Thousand Leaves!"

Ni Kun was furious, his hair standing on end, his voice booming like a bell, causing the Soul Orb and all the heavens to tremble.

"Splash splash splash..."

The eerie ancient tree seemed to be infused with boundless power, trembling and shaking violently, as if it were experiencing an unprecedented carnival.

"Buzzing..."

The three thousand human-faced leaves burst forth with dazzling fluorescent lines as they swayed, like countless bright stars in the night sky.

In an instant.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Numerous human-faced leaf runes shot out from Ni Kun's forehead.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

With just a light touch, the once arrogant and domineering ghost vanished into thin air.

Witnessing this scene.

"Oh my god!"

Everyone was stunned, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"What?"

The hidden hand concealed within the clouds trembled, its expression drastically changing, and it cried out in shock, "How is this possible?"

The guy's face was full of astonishment and disbelief, his mouth agape as if it could fit a pile of shit.

The opportunity to win a battle is fleeting.

"Seven-Star Soul-Chasing Nails!"

As Feng Qingyue raised her hand and flicked it, the coffin nail shot out with an incomparably sharp momentum.

With a "bang".

A dull, deafening roar shattered the sky, dispersing the dark, cloud-covered clouds.

In an instant.

Golden rays of light shone down on the earth, bringing a long-lost warmth to everyone.

"uh-huh!"

The black hand, caught off guard by the sudden attack, felt a metallic taste rise in its throat, and its form was abruptly revealed.

"Oh my god!"

Holy crap!

"What the hell is this?"

Everyone turned to look at the figure in the sky.

Beneath the black robe, all that could be seen was a dark, deep shadow, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

"Hehehe..."

As the man's sinister laughter rang out, a chilling aura instantly enveloped everyone, causing a strong sense of tension to rise within them.

"Huh!"

Having devoured almost all of the 100,000 ghosts, Ni Kun was now plummeting rapidly. But the moment he glanced at the creature, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes: "This big-headed ghost must be quite nourishing!"

At that very moment.

With a "whoosh".

Ni Yongxiao leaped forward and caught Ni Kun as he was about to fall to the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Feng Qingyue and other experts also came to his side.

at the same time.

"What a terrifying method!"

A look of astonishment flashed across his eyes. He immediately formed hand seals and summoned a teleportation array interwoven with demonic flames and black mist.

"I am Yan Wugui, the Lord of the Eighth Hall!"

As Yan Wugui stepped into the teleportation array, he stared directly at Ni Kun: "Ni family lad! You're quite good!"

On the eve of departure.

Yan Wugui left behind a harsh threat: "When I return, I will make you all pay the price!"

however.

As Yan Wugui entered the spatial passage, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "That damned slut Yan Poxi, talking about picking up corpses at Black Mountain Fortress, almost made me a corpse too!"

Thus, this thrilling battle in Montenegro finally came to an end.

next moment.

"Long live Ah Kun!"

"Long live the Ancestor!"

"Long live the patriarch!"

"Long live victory!"

The entire fortress erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers.

At this moment.

Everyone knows that Ni's army has established a firm foothold in Montenegro!

The Ni family knew even better that experience points were everywhere in the Black Mountain!

Ni Yongxiao knew better than anyone that his father was up to something big!

But just then...

"Pop!"

A familiar soft sound suddenly rang in Ni Kun's ears.