Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 395 Welcoming the Holy Lord

He casually threw a ball of mist there.

The mist dispersed but did not explode. It began to ripple like water, revealing everything in that space.

There were seven old women in red clothes sitting in a circle of continuous and irregular shapes, with candles placed all around them.

The candle flame flickered, as if it would be blown out soon.

These old women were filled with ghostly auras, and the yin energy was constantly howling, as if countless evil spirits were trapped in a circle and screaming.

A young man in a red shirt and black pants sat in the center of the candlelight, his legs crossed, eyes closed, one pointing to the sky, the other to the ground.

In the palm of his hand was a bright red blood bead.

Each of these eight people has a blue cloud carved on his arm that is stretched towards the sky, and a giant dragon carved on the other arm.

——The Tianlong Clan

Someone screamed:

"Why are people from the Tianlong clan here?"

"They are hiding their presence and hiding here. What on earth are they trying to do?"

Someone retorted disdainfully, "Don't you see? They're sitting right where the two sword tips are stuck in the ground! These people are overestimating their own abilities and trying to forcibly take the two immortal weapons away!"

"No, no!"

This was Lu Wushuang's voice. As soon as the Lord of the Wasteland appeared, he disappeared behind the crowd. At this time, the Lord of the Wasteland copied out these people. Lu Wushuang knew that it was time for him to show himself.

He took a step forward and arrived in front of this strange formation.

In the middle, the young man had a pale face and was holding a strange red ball between his two fingers. There seemed to be a burst of energy in the red ball.

"This is a ninth-rank elder among the celestial beings!"

Lu Wushuang saw the nine marks on the young man's cuffs.

He immediately moved closer, holding his sword in front, to guard against these people suddenly attacking and hurting people, and wanted to see clearly what these people were doing.

The moment he approached.

Amidst these strange, flickering candle flames, a blue-purple light suddenly flashed. This light quickly began to turn black, and more of this strange light emerged from the candle flames, constantly joining the blackening light.

A black vortex appeared in the middle of the light curtain, slowly rotating counterclockwise.

"This...what is this?"

No one had ever seen such a light.

The sword lights and divine lights cultivated by the cultivators in Jiuzhou are basically all pure colors. They have never had such divine lights that are black-purple, black-blue, or even gradually turn into black-gold.

"Xiaolu, come back, this is the Shadow Purple Qi!"

Bai Zhi's voice had calmed down.

As soon as the words "Dark Shadow Purple Qi" were uttered, someone suddenly asked in confusion, "Isn't that the aura used by the Ghost Clan, one of the three clans in Jinghai? But it doesn't look like it."

Long Yuan's three great sword slaves, Ji Hongying, Lu Wushuang, and the girl from Baihua Palace all looked towards Fairy Miaoling at the same time.

Fairy Miaoling comes from Jinghai.

She is from the spirit tribe, one of the three tribes, and knows the ghost tribe best.

Fairy Miaoling also looked puzzled and said in confusion, "The strongest person in the Ghost Clan is now at the Nascent Soul stage. She is the only one who has practiced this dark purple energy, but the color is not right. This should be a secret method unique to the Tianlong Clan!"

"So...what are they doing?"

Lu Wushuang was even more confused.

"He is summoning the god of the Tianlong clan, the lackey of the Emperor of Heaven, and one of the thirteen soul destroyers!" Fairy Miaoling said softly.

Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, the vortex of three colors and black continued to rotate for seventy-two circles. Suddenly, the dark purple air became stronger and a strong wind blew past.

Everyone was suddenly stunned, because, in the purple air, there was the clanging sound of a huge army marching.

One after another, the withered corpses walked out of the whirlpool slowly and in an orderly manner.

There were endless formations, and each formation had seventy-two people. Such formations continued to form. Suddenly, a faint stench of corpses wafted from the Taiwei Mountain.

Countless people pinched their noses, frowned, and drifted away.

Ji Hongying and Lu Wushuang became anxious at the same time. The formation was endless, and the mummies were wrapped in tattered military uniforms. They were obviously soldiers who died in the battlefield and were resurrected by someone in a strange way.

"Stop them quickly!"

"Stop that vortex!"

Ji Hongying and Lu Wushuang began to raise the black staff and the golden holy sword at the same time. Everyone discovered that the mummy exuded a terrifying yin energy, which made these cultivators feel extremely uncomfortable. If this continued, the entire Taiwei Mountain would be filled with this mummy army.

The two men pressed forward at the same time and attacked the young man in the candle formation.

"Need not!"

A faint voice came from behind him, and it turned out to be Bai Zhi's voice. Her face was calm, staring at the army of mummies that kept pouring out with a composed look.

"Lord of the Wasteland!"

Lu Wushuang said anxiously.

He didn't understand why Bai Zhi was so calm. Did she really expect these Tianlong people to summon out their terrifying gods?

In the sea of ​​​​realms, Mo Qingfeng, as the strongest sword immortal in the four continents of the Northern Territory, even if he seized the initiative, ambushed and lured his opponent to death, and used the strange methods of the ancient Taoist court, he could only repel the Holy Lord of Fire Spirit.

The myth of the Soul Breaker's eternal immortality continues.

The evil creatures created by the Emperor of Heaven are specifically used to deal with cultivators. All of their attack methods are completely useless in front of these soul destroyers.

What's more, this time, the gods of the Tianlong clan came well prepared. Lu Wushuang looked at Bai Zhi with great concern, and an idea flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Lord Huang has really reached the level of Heavenly Emperor and is not afraid of these soul destroyers at all?

Bai Zhi looked at Lu Wushuang's anxious face and suddenly smiled. That smile was like a spring breeze, which instantly made Lu Wushuang completely stunned.

"finally come!"

Bai Zhi's voice was soft and clear, as if she was waiting for an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

In the candle array, the young man in the middle suddenly knelt on the ground with his buttocks facing upwards. Seven old women simultaneously assumed the same posture and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

He shouted loudly:

"The Tianlong clan respectfully welcomes the arrival of Saint Ziming!"

The three-colored vortex suddenly expanded, and a terrifying and evil aura gushed out from the vortex, covering the sky and the earth.

Everyone stared at the vortex in amazement.

No one knows what kind of horrible monster will come out.

When everyone was wondering, the vortex suddenly dissipated and turned into a huge golden gate. Nine dark purple auras came in from the gate.

Then, these auras began to condense and take shape. Nine maids dressed in purple, palace attire and carrying swords knelt down at the same time and whispered:

"Holy Lord, please come in!"

An old woman in goose yellow clothes, with a hunched back and a staff made of unknown wood in her hand, slowly walked out of the huge golden door.