Chapter 183: Terrifying Yellow Wind(1/2)
Everyone slowly walked out of the corridor and stepped onto the death ground.
At first glance, the deadly silence was silent. The trees here had no leaves, and all of them were semi-rotten, as if they were soaked by acid rain.
The trees in the forest are sparse, and the yin energy is particularly heavy, and a sensation is faintly lingering.
The land under my feet was gray-black, emitting a unique rotten smell in the old forest, which was very unpleasant.
At first glance, there were many small swamps on the ground, with faint mist floating on it, and there were bones in the black mud inside, besides the rotten branches.
The place is full of rotten, foul-smelling tones.
Everyone frowned and felt quite heavy.
"Ancestor, what should I do now?" The Ancestor Dongri is the only powerful Nascent Soul here. If there is danger, everyone can only count on him.
"What else can I do? Take one step at a time and look brighter. Do you know?" The ancestor Dongri said solemnly.
"Okay ancestor!" Everyone nodded and walked forward.
Not long after leaving.
On the distant land, a magnificent building came into view, which was a dilapidated palace connected by a piece of land.
A faint mist floated around the palace, and there was a silence inside. The temples were like giant beasts creeping, which made people feel depressed.
"This... palace? Could it be the residence of hundreds of tribes before?" The ancestor Dongri was moved, opened his eyes and watched back and forth.
"Look at it, why are there so many evil spirits inside? Are they fighting?" someone suddenly shouted.
"That's..." Everyone looked at the palace and saw countless hundred evil spirits fighting with human evil spirits. Each of them had huge combat power. With a wave of their hands, their lives died every moment.
"That's not a demon spirit, that's the kind of time I encountered in the corridor. It seems that the ancestor Xu Jieyang really brought people into this place back then. If this was really the nest of a hundred clans, why would it be in the Yongquan Immortal Sect?" The ancestor Dongri frowned and couldn't figure it out.
"Yes, if the fairy mountain we entered was the nest of a hundred clans, why did it appear in the Yongquan Immortal Sect?" Everyone was also confused.
"That fairy mountain was formed later, and it was not before the hundred clans attacked. I saw it in the memory of senior Ye Tiange." At this moment, Yang Buyi was sure that he had read it wrong.
"It was formed later? It seems that it was brought by the hundreds of tribes. Why are we so unlucky and chasing the divine weapons into this place?" Everyone sighed.
"Stop talking, pay attention to the surroundings, let's go over and take a look." The old ancestor Dongri led the way, and everyone walked over slowly.
The closer you get, the clearer the image of the battle becomes... It is the human race and the hundreds of races fighting.
The hundreds of tribes had hideous smiles, which gave people an extremely evil feeling. They looked different and had strange faces.
Some have black wings on their backs, some have fangs on their mouths, and some have black scales on them...
Each of these hundreds of races is very violent, and each of them is full of superiority and supremacy of the superiors. Looking at the human race... it is like looking at the animals raised in captivity.
Every moment, people die. The human race seems to be very fragile in front of these hundreds of races. They keep coughing up blood and falling...
But there are also the strongest men who shine and heat, and terrifying magic spree overflowing the palaces, sweeping across all directions, and hundreds of tribes burst frequently.
"Look, that person is so powerful!" Someone shouted, and everyone stared at the scene and saw a strong man with a faint golden light all over his body. He was bare-handed and tear a hundred clans and traverse the side, but in the end he was besieged and killed by three hundred clans of the same level.
"Is this, the Golden Body Art?" Yang Buyi saw this scene, and the blood in his body suddenly became uncontrollably activated, his eyes turned golden, and a faint golden light appeared on his body.
"Huh? Why is the golden light on your body somewhat similar to the senior in the image?" Everyone looked at Yang Buyi in surprise.
At this moment, the ancestor Dongri saw a strong man with blue pupils in the image and was surrounded and killed by hundreds of clans. The blood in his body also boiled and burned, and his eyes turned blue. His blue pupils stared at the creatures of the hundreds of clans, and uncontrollably burst out with endless murderous aura.
"This..." Everyone was surprised, looked at the image, then looked at the ancestor Dongri, and couldn't help but murmur, "With the same blue pupil, is the ancestor the descendant of this senior?"
"Maybe it, maybe it's not, but there must be connection!" The ancestor Dongri said in a deep voice.
Not only these two human masters appeared in the image, but also many powerful people burst out with terrifying combat power. The powerful force shook the world and forced hundreds of races to retreat step by step, but they were finally defeated by the disadvantage of the number of people. In the end, they all died in battle and died in the palace.
When everyone saw this, they felt inexplicably sad, especially the ancestor Dongri and Yang Buyi, who felt that they could not breathe out a turbid breath and were stuffed in their hearts and felt very uncomfortable.
Dead, all dead!
The image repeated again, Yang Buyi and others came to their senses, and while their expressions were gloomy, they couldn't help but feel cold on their backs.
"The eyes of these hundreds of races made me feel so uncomfortable. My blood rushed uncontrollably, and I had the urge to rush in and kill them all." Yang Buyi subconsciously brought a trace of murderous aura.
"The eyes of these hundreds of tribes really make me feel very uncomfortable." Old Ancestor Dong Ri narrowed his eyes and a cold feeling emanated from his body.
"The eyes of these hundreds of tribes are filled with the contempt of the superiors, and they look at the human race with banter and violence, as if they look at the animals raised in captivity. A murderous aura rose in my heart uncontrollably, and this murderous intent seemed to be engraved in the depths of my soul."
Someone was surprised and asked, "Do you feel this way?"
"Yes!" Everyone on the side nodded solemnly.
"We had previously guessed that this was a battle between a certain hundred tribes and a certain human tribe, but seeing these hundred tribes' condescending expressions, I felt that this battle was not that simple!" The ancestor Dong Ri calmly said and thought a lot.
"Is it really a war between our entire human race and hundreds of races?" Someone looked at the Old Ancestor Dongri and guessed.
"Maybe...that's the case!"
The ancestor Dongri nodded seriously and said, "Listen to the tone of the ancestor Xu Jieyang's photo, there should be unknown dangers here, and we must find a way out and leave here."
Everyone then continued to set off on their way, passed through the large temple, and saw many images left by the battle between hundreds of creatures and humans. The hatred hidden deep in the souls of everyone was constantly aroused.
Dead revenge!
This is a dead hatred. The hatred arouses just by seeing the photos. It is either you die or I die.
The trembling of blood and soul made everyone know that if a hundred clans appeared in front of them, I am afraid that even if they did not take action, the hundred clans would kill them, and there would be a battle when they met.
Everyone became more convinced that this was a racial war and became more and more serious.
After walking for nearly half an hour, they left the temple and came to the forest.
After walking for a few more days, they saw the temple again.
The dilapidated palace covers an unknown amount of land, and there are pictures in it, fighting for the sky.
A few days passed by, and Yang Buyi and the others passed through many dilapidated palaces and saw many photos of shocking wars, which was very miserable.
They also went to the palace to look for magical weapons, holy medicines, and some treasures, but they did not gain much.
Either it was destroyed by the war or it was eroded by time.
The Old Ancestor Dongri found a piece of wood that had not yet decayed. All the divine weapons turned into ashes, but the wood blocks were only half-decayed, which shows that they were extraordinary.
Through the large dilapidated palace, the vision is wider.
The sky was still dark and pressed down very low, as if it was within reach of touch.
The desolate land is boundless and endless, and under the dim light, it gives people great depression.
At first glance, there was no grass on the dark ground, and there were hillsides inside the dead land, but it was very short and bare. The vegetation on it had no leaves, only branches, as if it had been burned by fire, and it was pitch black all over.
Death, coldness, is incompatible with everyone's anger, and makes people feel uncomfortable.
"Where is the end here? Why don't we fly? Just be careful." Someone suggested in a voice.
"Okay!" The ancestor Dongri pondered, "Then everyone should be careful!"
"I understand!" Only Yang Buyi was in the Foundation Building Realm, and the others were all Jindan real people. After practicing for so many years, they were almost all human beings and were familiar with the way to save lives.
After the words came, everyone put on the hidden talisman and flew into the sky.
But just as soon as they flew out, everyone was surprised to find that a breeze blew around them, and then it was like a tornado, and it became louder and louder. In a moment, there was a whimper, and a tornado that was connected to the world and grounded enveloped everyone.
"Huang Feng?"
A yellow gush wrapped everyone.
"Why did the wind suddenly blew?"
"Is this the yin wind in the underworld?"
"No, this wind is so powerful that it is so sharp." Yang Buyi suddenly exclaimed, and a wisp of yellow wind corroded his true energy protective cover in the blink of an eye. Even though he practiced the Golden Body Art and his body was comparable to a spiritual weapon, he was injured in an instant. His clothes were torn, his flesh was peeled off, and his flesh was scattered, and his flesh was so painful that he was directly peeled off.
"Boy, are you okay?" The Jindan monk next to him noticed his miserable situation and quickly expanded his true energy protective cover and wrapped him up.
But in an instant, he screamed, and the yellow wind actually eroded his true energy protective cover and injured his body.
The next moment, everyone was surprised to find that their true qi protective cover was also eroded.
"No, this wind is strange." Everyone was moved in a panic and quickly sacrificed magic weapons to protect themselves.
But......
When the yellow wind tightened, a hissing sound quickly sounded outside their magic weapon, which was obviously being eroded rapidly.
"This Huang Feng is so powerful, let's fly away quickly!" The protective cover of the Dong Ri ancestor was instantly eroded by Huang Feng. This scared him, and he quickly screamed and teleported away.
But the yellow wind was like a gangrene attached to the bone, without falling a single point, but it became bigger.
Seeing that the storm was getting stronger and stronger, especially the biggest beside the ancestor Dongri, Yang Buyi also saw a hint of clue behind him and quickly shouted: "Ancestor, don't fly, stop quickly, maybe it was the flying that caused the yellow wind to sway."
When the ancestor Dongri heard this, his body shook and reacted loudly. He quickly stopped everyone and slowly landed on the ground.
"Hunyuan Umbrella!"
The ancestor Dongri sacrificed a defensive treasure and said, "Come in!"
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly ran into it.
Woo woo woo woo woo!
Huang Feng was like a sharp blade, squirting the Hunyuan Umbrella frantically, making a harsh and creepy sound like a knife scraping the bones. Everyone didn't dare to make it. It was really Huang Feng that was too powerful, just like a powerful god-transforming power attacking them.
To be continued...