Maoshan Ghost King

The great monk lowered his head, walked out of a group of great monks, and headed straight in the direction of the Black Dragon Ancestor.

"Fakong, why are you doing this?" a great monk said in disbelief.

The great monk known as Fakong paused, looked at the group of eminent monks behind him, and said in a trembling voice: "It's useless. We people are no match for the Black Dragon Ancestor. We can only fight against him." It's a dead end, everyone in the temples in front of us has been killed, and the poor monk just wants to survive."

With that said, Fakong walked straight to the Black Dragon Ancestor and knelt beside him: "The poor monk Fakong is willing to be the lackey of the Ancestor."

"Hahaha... Okay, you can live, who else?" the Black Dragon Ancestor said, squinting and looking forward again.

Unexpectedly, among the group of people outside the main hall, people came out one after another, and more than twenty people came out at once.

But most of them are a group of casual cultivators practicing in Zhongnan Mountain.

"You guys are really cheating, you're worse than a dog!" Zhongnan Jiuzi pointed at this group of people and yelled.

Those people knew they were in the wrong and did not respond.

Headmaster Xuyun waved his hand, stopped the group of veteran Taoists behind him, and sighed: "Everyone has his own ambitions. Our Quanzhen Sect will not force anyone, nor will it make things difficult for you. Who else wants to defect to the Black Dragon?" Ancestor, go over now."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly became loose again, and then several young disciples from the Quanzhen Sect walked towards the Black Dragon Ancestor and knelt in front of them.

"Heng Nian... you... you actually..." An elder of the Quanzhen Sect pointed at his disciple, trembling with anger.

"Master, I don't want to die. I'm so young. I want to live...I'm sorry, please let me go." The Quanzhen disciple said with a tearful tone.

Xu Yun did not expect that some disciples of the Quanzhen Sect would defect to the Black Dragon Ancestor.

In order to survive, all integrity and loyalty were forgotten.

Human nature is like this. In the face of life and death, many righteous words are worthless.

In just a moment, nearly thirty people rebelled and knelt beside the Black Dragon Ancestor.

The Black Dragon Ancestor glanced at the group of people with contempt, then raised his head again, looked at the group of people outside the hall, and said coldly: "Is there anyone else? If I count to three more, you will have no chance. "

"three"

"two!"

"one!"

After counting three, a dozen more people came running over in a panic.

There were more than forty people in total, and they took refuge under the command of the Black Dragon Ancestor without any effort.

Compared to the practitioners in the entire Zhongnan Mountain, these more than forty people are not many. Quanzhen Sect alone has thousands of disciples, not to mention more than fifty Buddhist sects.

But seeing so many people surrendering to the Black Dragon Ancestor, everyone was really heartbroken.

These people are all friends who have been together day and night, and some are even senior brothers. In the blink of an eye, they have become enemies, and they want to fight with each other.

"Well, the remaining people have no chance. They are all my ancestor's enemies." The Black Dragon Ancestor's face turned stern.

"Ancestor Black Dragon, let me learn your clever tricks." As soon as he finished speaking, a great monk with gray eyebrows jumped out, holding a Zen staff in his hand, and went straight to Ancestor Black Dragon.

Behind the great monk, there were several other great monks who went together.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the Black Dragon Ancestor's mouth: "Well done."

As he spoke, he saw the Black Dragon Ancestor's hands fluttering. His whole body was suddenly filled with red blood energy, and there were red blood threads dancing between his hands.

When the great monk came over with a Zen staff, the Black Dragon Ancestor reached out and grabbed the Zen staff in his hand.

Ge Yu, Wu Jiuyin and others who were hiding not far away looked at this scene and felt heavy in their hearts.

I really didn't expect that there would be so many traitors in Zhongnan Mountain.

What is even more worrying is that those great monks are definitely dead.

Because they don't have any masters from the Earthly Immortal Realm, they are all relying on their **** courage to fight the Black Dragon Ancestor.

The Black Dragon Ancestor is already a very powerful master of the Immortal Realm.

Over this long period of time, he has devoured the cultivation of countless masters, and his strength has become stronger and stronger.

Every time I see him, I feel like his strength is getting stronger.

After the great monk's Zen staff was grabbed by the Black Dragon Ancestor, red bloodshot threads suddenly appeared on the hands of the Black Dragon Ancestor, and they floated towards the great monk along the Zen staff.

The great monk's face turned cold, his hands shook, and the Buddha's light shrouded his body, blocking those red bloodshot threads.

But the Black Dragon Ancestor let out a cold snort, and the hand holding the Zen staff shook violently. The great monk let out a muffled snort and was knocked away.

The great monk took a dozen steps back, his face turned red, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

With just one move, the great monk was injured.

Immediately afterwards, three or four other great monks jointly attacked the Black Dragon Ancestor, but before they could reach him, the red bloodshot threads on the Black Dragon Ancestor's body wandered around and wrapped directly around them.

When those red blood threads wrapped around their bodies, the great monks suddenly felt that their movements were greatly hindered.

The Black Dragon Ancestor smiled ferociously, his hands fluttering, and more and more blood threads wrapped around their bodies and penetrated directly into their bodies.

The great monks were immediately in agony and let out heart-rending screams.

At the same time, the skin on their bodies quickly shriveled up, and after the blood threads wrapped around them, they were actually extracting their blood.

"No, save those masters quickly." Headmaster Xuyun shouted, and rushed towards the Black Dragon Ancestor with a few veterans.

But the Black Dragon Ancestor was not alone. Soon many masters came up behind him. The Millennium Monkey Demon, the Millennium Rabbit Demon and other masters intercepted Master Xuyun and others.

In just a blink of an eye, the bodies of the controlled monks fell limply to the ground.

Some people were just a layer of skin covering their bones, while others turned into a pile of white bones without any breath.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiuyin and others were also shocked. In the past, the Black Dragon Ancestor needed blood refining **** to devour other people's cultivation, but now he no longer needs them. Those red bloodshot threads on his body can kill people directly.

Zhongnan Jiuzi had already stood on the roof of the main hall and started to activate the lightning drawing technique.

Dark clouds suddenly formed above the head, and lightning and thunder began.

Only with the combined efforts of Zhongnan's nine sons can the nine heavenly thunders come out. Compared with Zhou Yiyang, their strength is far behind.

Even if all nine heavenly thunders are printed, they will not pose any threat to the Black Dragon Ancestor.