Chapter 379: Don’t say it’s not so ecstasy

A witch is a blessing. A woman can do things invisibly and she is a god with dance ("Shuowen Jiezi").

The word "Witch" is also created based on the method of pictography. The word "Witch" in oracle bone script is like the props used for the ancient witch dance to descend to the gods, while the small seal script is like the dance shape of the witch's sleeves.

In fact, as the main priest member of the human race, the exercises practiced by the witches of the Spirit clan are mainly based on strange talismans and unique dances. For example, the demon ecstasy dance performed by these witches today is the representative of the witches' dance.

But I saw ten witches like super gorillas, wearing strange costumes, with many messy bird feathers on their heads, and their faces were covered with dirty and colorful oil paints. The half-naked upper body was covered with various magic patterns. They suddenly appeared from the Jiuli camp with strange steps.

Then, these witches quickly formed a mysterious formation around Xuandu and the monks of the Anarchy Sect, and then the huge and plump figure began to fly at a speed beyond imagination, like ten flying pigs.

"What are these people doing?" Xuandu and the monks of the Anarchy Sect looked at each other, and for a moment they were a little at a loss.

If these gorilla-like figures were here to help those giant witches fight, these gorillas didn't come forward and just flew around them and kept making various difficult and vulgar actions, one by one, just like a snoring person.

But if we weren't here to help, then why did they come out at this time? It's not that we're going to have a hard time playing and perform a dance to help everyone get tired, right?

I don’t know what these strange gorillas sell in the gourd, but Xuandu and others’ first reaction was to concentrate and be cautious and respond to changes in the same way.

Inadvertently, the little giants who had originally fought against Xuandu and others had formed a round formation, surrounding the monks and Xuandu of the Chan Cult. Moreover, the seemingly casual position vaguely blocked the witches who were talking nonsense outside the attack range of the Chan Cult.

Although the ten witches were all heavyweights with large tonnages, once they danced, they were like ten butterflies as big as a super big wild boar, flying quickly. The body movement and speed were really ahead, and suddenly behind. Even Xuandu and others were all gods and immortals, they were all dazzled at this moment and didn't know what they mean.

"Ecstasy dance step!" Flying for a moment, a witch man quietly sent a voice to more than a dozen small giants in the formation in a low voice.

When several giants who were entangled with the monks of the two sects heard this, they each waved their weapons and forced their opponents to the center of the formation. They took advantage of the momentum to leap backwards and instantly emerged from the magic circles of the witches.

"Ah, Zha, ft, kawa..." All kinds of strange notes flew out quickly from the mouths of these witches, turning into countless dark talismans, hovering around Xuandu and others.

The ears were filled with the buzzing sounds of those witches and flies, and they were dizzy by the dark and strange runes in front of them. What was even more strange was that there seemed to be a strange power on the divine pattern, which inadvertently attracted the whole minds of Xuandu and others.

His eyes kept hovering with the strange runes. In just a moment, Xuandu and others felt dizzy and dark, and the whole world seemed to have been turned into a blurred phantom.

"Huh, I'm a little dizzy! I'm so sleepy! I want to have a sleep!" A monk from the Chan Sect couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Immediately, the guy fell straight from the air to the ground like a piece of wood, and then a muffled "Boom!" hit the ground heavily, splashing several feet high of smoke and dust.

The first person who fell into dust was not someone else, but the one who had the weakest cultivation among the monks of the Ancestral Sect, whose Taoist name was Huanglong Zhenren.

This Huanglong Zhenren was originally a yellow dragon transformed into a shape.

Although it is probably a yellow dragon, this yellow dragon is not the nine-clawed golden dragon of the innate level demon god like Zhulong, but the yellow acquired earth dragon, which is probably transformed by a certain pore of Pangu God by chance.

If you think carefully, this Huanglong is considered a remnant of Pangu. However, the saint of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun, likes delicate skin, smooth legs, and hates thick pores. Therefore, this Huanglong is naturally disliked by Yuanshi Tianzun. Therefore, although this Huanglong is a subordinate of the Chan Sect, not only does not have an innate magic weapon to protect his body, but even the practice of practice has only been passed on some major products, but the real core and advanced skills have almost never been learned. In addition, this Huanglong is of average qualification and is not very diligent in practicing. Naturally, he has become the weakest among the Chan Sect monks.

The first Huanglong who was hit was like a big stone, hitting heavily on the ground. Fortunately, the Silin Armor was strong and thick in skin. Although the collision was huge, it could not destroy the Huanglong's body. However, the huge noise suddenly made the Antarctic Immortal Weng's people alert.

He shook his head vigorously and tried hard to use the Ningxin Jingqi method in the Yuqing magic technique. After a while, the old man from Antarctica finally woke up a little, barely opened his eyes, raised his eyes to look at it, but he saw that the two generals, including Xuan, had already been hit by all the attacks, and all of them were dull.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Be careful, all junior brothers!" Realizing that something was wrong, the Antarctic Immortal Weng hurriedly activated his magic power and gathered his skills in his throat. He shouted loudly to try to awaken the dizzy brothers, and at the same time, he activated the Wanshoutu to firmly protect his whole body with all his strength.

After practicing hard for millions of years, although the old man from Antarctica had not learned any sonic attack method, his cultivation was not high, but his foundation was due to his mellow foundation. His roar now can be said to be a piece of gold and silk, and his sound was suppressing the clouds. However, maybe he had used too much force. After shouting, the old man from Antarctica actually felt that the stars in front of him were shining, as if he could faint at any time.

In a vague way, although I heard the roar of the old man in Antarctica, most of the monks of the Ancestral Sect were already deeply attracted. It was too late to remind me at this time.

But when the ten witches reached forward and grabbed them at the same time, human figures floated out from the bodies of the monks of the Chan Sect, but it was the souls of these monks of the Chan Sect.

The soul left the body, and when the ten witches were at a loss, they took the souls of these monks of the Ancestral Sect into their palms as the magic seals turned. The witches each took out a pitch-black bottle, shook their hands and sealed the souls into it, and then quickly put layers of seal runes on them.

The soul was taken away, and the monks of the Anarchae Sect fell into dust one after another like dumplings.

At this point, the only ones who could barely remain awake were Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi, who were protected by the Qiankun Map and the Nanji Immortal Weng who was protected by the Wanshou Map, were left. The two of them were able to escape this catastrophe because Guang Chengzi's soul-falling clock was originally an innate magic weapon mainly based on soul attacks, which had a certain soul-scaling effect; and Chi Jingzi's Bagua Purple Strip Immortal Clothes were also quite effective, and they could barely help Chi Jingzi through the catastrophe.

"What kind of magic is this? It can actually capture people's souls?" The twelve junior brothers were left in an instant, and the old man from Antarctica was filled with horror.

Although the brothers of the same sect are as close as brothers, out of fear of the enemy's inexplicable means, the Antarctic Immortal Weng did not rush up to save the people at the first time. Instead, he displayed the Wanshou Map and protected the remaining Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzi, Xuandu Master and others in the golden light of the Wanshou Map.

"Senior Brother Xuandu, hurry up and grab the bodies of several junior brothers!" The golden light of the Wanshou Map reached its peak. The Antarctic Immortal Weng realized that he was much more awake, and then he quickly sent a message to Master Xuandu.

In terms of age, Xuandu is only about a hundred years old, while the old man Angry Immortal Weng has practiced for more than one million years and is a master of Xuandu. However, Xuan has always been a disciple of the old man of the Supreme Master, and the time he started the school was much earlier than that of the immortal man of the South Pole. Therefore, in terms of size, the old man Angry Immortal Weng still calls Xuandu the senior brother.

However, the cultivation of the Antarctic Immortal Weng is much higher than that of Xuandu. Therefore, although on the surface, the disciples of these two sects are headed by Xuandu, if they really encounter trouble, they still have to make decisions on many things.

At this moment, the disciples of the Anhui Sect were in their lives, and the old man Anxiong Immortal Weng did not care much about it and directly commanded Master Xuandu.

At the critical moment of life and death, Master Xuandu cooperated. Seeing that the old man from Antarctica had already protected him and others with the Wanshou Map, Xuandu pointed his finger and the Qiankun Map suddenly floated out, opened the inner Qiankun space, and rolled it straight towards the disciples of the Chan Sect who were corpse-shaped on the ground.

It was a witch who each took away the soul of a monk in the Ancestral Sect. He had just sealed the soul and was about to urge the runes to fight the four survivors. Unexpectedly, these guys actually had magic weapons to protect themselves, and they were so anxious that they could not succeed.

At this moment, Master Xuandu's Qiankun map had already floated out and rolled over to the ten flesh bodies of the monks of the Anarchy on the ground.

Unlike the giants who cultivate their physical body, the witches of the spiritual race mainly study the art of curses, and these dances and talismans are just manifestations of the various curses of the spiritual race.

Therefore, although these spiritual witches are both strong and tall, they are actually not very good at melee combat.

At this moment, I saw Xuandu sacrificed magic weapons to seize the bodies of the cultivators of the Chan Sect. Although he wanted to stop him, he knew that under his bare hands, he could not compete with the magic weapons of the cultivators. He activated the soul-catching method again and found that he could not control these four survivors. This was a witch, who was very clean and neat, flew out of the formation, and several of them flashed into Jiuli's military camp. At this moment, the giant, who had just been watching, waved his weapons and rushed up again.

A green light flashed, and Xuandu had already put the bodies of the ten monks of the Ancient Sect into the Qiankun map. At this time, the swords of the little giants had also cut off the swords and forks.

"Let's go!" The face changed three times, and the old man from Antarctica finally said in a deep voice.

As he said that, the old man from the Antarctic protected Xuandu and others with the golden light of the Wanshou Map, raised the escape light and rushed straight towards a small giant coming towards him.

Of course, before leaving, the old man from Antarctica had not forgotten to shout to the unlucky Yinglong who was still beating, "Ying Long, Immortal, don't be in love with the battle, go back to the camp quickly!"

Hearing this, Ying Long felt hatred, "Who said I am in love with you? I never thought about fighting with these barbarians, but I have to be sure of it! These stupid pigs from the Aoka Sect know how to say sarcastic words! No wonder ten of them were destroyed by others in this time!"

Indeed, Ying Long never thought about fighting with Jiang You and others. However, in the current situation, it is indeed very difficult to escape.

After fighting for a while, with his advanced cultivation, although Ying Long finally barely suppressed the power of the witch curse that invaded his body, he was only temporarily suppressed. Once he used his magic power too much, there was still a possibility of recurrence again.

However, in terms of force battles with small giants such as Jiang You, Yinglong's situation is not very optimistic.

Although Ying Long himself has a high cultivation level and his scales are almost comparable to innate magic weapons, it is only almost the same, and there is still a little gap between innate magic weapons.

Yinglong was also unlucky. He was originally in the Dragon Clan because he was part of the side-class. Although he was good at strength, he was just a nameless elder. He basically couldn't take care of much matters and didn't have much input. The two original innate magic weapons were also destroyed in a certain war.

After joining the Western religion, Yinglong's status was not low, but because he was not a native creature, he was still not a confidant of the two bald guys. In addition, these two bald guys were not rich, so he still had not received the reward of innate magic weapons.

But the ones who are fighting against Ying Long now, whether it is Jiang You's red blood flag or the cold arrow hidden in the dark, are not something Ying Long can withstand with his physical body. Even the swords of the little giants and the big crossbows can leave wounds of varying degrees on Ying Long's body.

Moreover, because he discovered Kuafu's head hanging around Yinglong's waist, both Jiang You and Houyi regarded Yinglong as an irreconcilable enemy and wanted to get rid of it quickly.

Jiang You led the little giants to siege Yinglong. It was really a move to fight for life. The sword was bloody. In just a moment, hundreds of scars of varying weight were added to Yinglong's body.

However, what worried Ying Long even more was the water-controlling demon who had been hiding in the dark and the despicable guy who could only shoot cold arrows.

There is no need to say much about the water control master. As long as Ying Long condenses the water energy, the guy will immediately snatch the control of the water energy by that guy. But this quasi-saint-level senior high demon seems to have the hobby of teasing the dragon, but he only makes trouble and does not allow himself to cast spells, but he does not show up! If you come out, even if you pinch the dragon with one finger, it will be better than letting the dragon be killed by these little giants like ants!

As for the guy who fired the cold arrow, it was really, too despicable and shameless!

Just now, I almost let my dragon's life be explained here with just one arrow, but now I have no trace. But whenever Yinglong wants to fly up, he will feel a faint murderous aura.

After repeated trial and error, it was the case. Ying Long knew that this was the hunter who killed thousands of swords and was warning himself not to escape. Once you dare to run away, I will give you an arrow to be named as a marquis.

So Yinglong had to cheer up in grief and anger, and struggled to get involved with the giant Jiang You who seemed to be energetic and became more and more brave as he fought.

He had nowhere to display his magic power, but was forced to fight with these barbarians in close combat. Ying Long was depressed and instead performed even more in a state of improperness. After only half an hour of fierce fighting, there was no complete place on his body. Not only were the scales cut off hundreds of pieces, but even the two wings that Ying Long was proud of were cut into a pile of minced meat.

After changing three swords in a row, they were all cut off by Jiang You's domineering red blood flag. In the helplessness of all night shifts, Ying Long can only work hard to deal with the dozen or so barbarians around him with his six claws.

The front paws were raised lightly, and several sharp sword energy flew out, and they were bounced on Jiang You's red blood flag. Amid the buzzing sound of gold and iron, Jiang You's red blood flag was bounced by Ying Long. At the same time, the dragon's tail, dozens of feet thick, swung, and the aversion to the wind, and the small giants behind Ying Long had to dodge sideways and temporarily avoid the edge. The claws on his side swung at a rapid speed, and finally barely swept the siege of several small giants on both sides.

Just as Ying Long breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill coming from the left. In a hurry, Ying Long had only time to pull his claws sideways, but he was half slowed down.

The fingertips were slightly cool, and then a cold evil aura surged in from Yinglong's claws.

He looked down and saw Jiang You's bloody red blood flag slashing a bloody light under his belly. As the blood light fell, there was also half a slap on Yinglong's left middle claw and two small pieces of thick fingers.

"I'm so angry!" After the two wings were cut off, Yinglong's six claws also turned into five and a half years, and Yinglong became angry again.

At this moment, the shouts of an old man from Antarctica running away came from the room.

Although he has been entangled by Jiang You and others, Yinglong has long discovered the situation where Xiang Xuandu and the members of the Chan Cult come to help.

However, before Yinglong rushed over to join those people, most of the monks of the Analects were destroyed. At this moment, he simply left himself and ran away.

Although he was very despised by the old man and others of Antarctic who abandoned himself and ran away alone, Yinglong also knew that even if those people stayed, they would most likely not be able to save themselves.

With this idea, Ying Long's just-risen anger calmed down quickly.

"It is impossible to rely on others to save you! And the two saints of his Western religion are probably not easy to interfere in this situation. So, now, we can only save ourselves!" He made up his mind, Yinglong was ready to run away at any time while paying attention to observe.

On the other hand, the old man from Antarctica relied on the innate magic weapon, Wansheng Diagram, to make a savage collision and break out of the surrounding of these little giants.

The little giant on the other side was fierce. Seeing the other party rushing over, he was not afraid, but instead showed an excited look on his eyes.

With his waist and back, his feet took root, and the little giant shouted, "Open it for me!"

But I saw a black axe that was more than a hundred feet long, passing through a cold and cold light, and heading straight to the center of the Antarctic old man's Wanshou Map.

Although it is just an ordinary spiritual treasure-level axe, this little giant practiced the authentic Nine Axes of the Kaitian. Although his cultivation level is limited, this little giant can only use the first two and a half of the nine Nine Axes of the Kaitian, but its power is still extraordinary.

With the little giant bursting out with all his strength, a black light seemed to tear apart the void, and was slashing on the golden light of the Antarctic old man's longevity map.

A crisp "bang" sound came out, after all, it was a head-on collision with the innate magic weapon, and its cultivation was far lower than that of the other party. Under the violent collision, the little giant's axe instantly turned into iron filings all over the sky.

Blocked by the little giant's axe, the speed that the old man in Antarctica had just lifted immediately slowed down, and the golden light of the Wansheng Map was cut by the next sentence giant's axe, leaving only a faint layer.

The magic weapon placed on the soul was severely damaged. The old man in Antarctica had a shock of the soul. He endured the bloody aura in his throat. The old man once again raised his magic power, activated the Wanshou Map, and ran straight to the little giant in front of him, speeding up to fly into the air.

Seeing that the Antarctic old man and others were about to rush out of the surroundings of several small giants and flew into the sky. Taking advantage of the night, a black light shot out from the Jiuli military camp and shot straight to the back of the Antarctic old man. Behind the black light, nearly a hundred large crossbows with black runes followed closely.

"Good opportunity!" Ying Long was secretly happy when he saw this. He used his magic power and swept his huge tail hard, sucking towards Jiang You and others. At the same time, he rushed and flew towards the opposite direction of the old man and others running away.

Ying Long, who was eager to run, didn't realize a cold chill coming from his tail behind him. He didn't even notice that his body was a little lighter, but he only used the strength to rush to run wildly.

"Hmph! I knew you would take this opportunity to escape!" The Houyi clan leader hidden in the Jiuli military camp locked Yinglong's figure with his eyes. Although this direction was a bit beyond Houyi's expectations, Houyi could only see Yinglong's short bloody tail at the current angle.
Chapter completed!