great master

Four black witches in white robes appeared in front of Si Yang almost in a flash. The woman who took out the box just now was still standing by the pool of blood, and put the box back into her storage bracelet. The beautiful eyes looked over coldly, neither the surprise of outsiders found here nor the annoyance of the interrupted ceremony, that posture was like a fairy from beyond the sky, unmoved by any actions of mortals.

Four black witches in white robes surrounded Si Yang and Lan Jinxiu, chattering in a language they didn't understand.This is what Si Yang dislikes the most about the earth. In the world of cultivating immortals, although there are regional differences and some language accent problems, the language of the entire world of cultivating immortals is common. As for the earth, how many languages ​​and characters are there? He can't even count, let alone learn.

Looking at the group of people who were aggressively speaking in a language he could not understand, Si Yang smiled and said: "If I say that we are tourists who got lost here, would you believe me?"

Si Yang thought that they might not be able to understand his own words, but he didn't expect that group of people to take the initiative to change the language system, speaking a very authentic Chinese language, staring at them with a gloomy expression, and said, "I don't believe it!"

Si Yang smiled even more: "That's such a coincidence, I don't believe it either."

Inexplicably, the white-robed black witch who felt that he and others were being played a little bit directly showed his weapon. The Chinese people who can enter the Devil Forest can only be celestial masters. Don't dare to underestimate it.

The weapons of the black witches are not the traditional cold weapons of China, but scorpions crawled up from their backs, obediently lying on their shoulders and cocking their tails.

Si Yang's eyes lit up when he saw those scorpions, and Chao Lan Jinxiu said: "These little things are pretty good, they grew up on elixir, if they are roasted and eaten, they will greatly improve their cultivation." It's also helpful."

Hearing that they actually wanted to eat the sacred objects of their own clan, several black witches said angrily: "Presumptuous!"

The man's voice hadn't finished yet, when he saw an incomparably fierce palm wind coming, these black witches must be very powerful to be sent to the blood pool, originally thought that this palm could be easily received, but they didn't Thinking of being forced to take two steps back.The celestial masters in China are all weak chickens. This is their black witch clan's understanding of the Chinese people for thousands of years. Although there are a few powerful ones, there are only one or two, which cannot be compared with them at all. This is why Huaxia has a large population, and the group of celestial masters can be described as huge compared to their black witches, but they dare not confront their black witches head-on.But today such a young man actually pushed him back two steps.

Wagga looked up at the cold and silent man, and narrowed his eyes slightly.Lan Jinxiu looked at him coldly, and the black energy in his hands gradually gathered. Although his cultivation was not as good as Si Yang's, he didn't mean that he had nothing to do with these people.

The others saw that they had already started, so they didn't try too much, and directly set up their battles: "Those who can come here and still maintain their sanity, the two of them should be the best among Hua Xia's masters, but it's a pity, Devil Forest is destined to come There is no return."

Si Yang nodded: "It is true that there is no return." After finishing speaking, Chao Lan Jinxiu said: "Then I will leave this place to you."

After speaking, he disappeared in place.

The black witches were shocked, and their entire bodies tensed up. Compared with the visible enemy, this invisible enemy is more terrifying.And being able to disappear out of thin air in front of their eyes like this shows that the cultivation level of that person is probably higher than theirs.

In the next moment, Si Yang came directly to the blood pool and appeared in front of the woman.

Seeing this, the black witch in the distance instinctively wanted to rush over. Lan Jinxiu stretched out his hand, and a barrier of black mist blocked the man's way: "Your opponent is here."

When the black witches saw that this person wanted to fight four with one, they sneered. It might be hard to say the outcome of a one-on-one battle, but one-on-four was obviously courting death.

Lan Jinxiu knows how powerful these wizards are in Savage Mountain. He doesn't think he can really beat all four of them with his own ability, but progress can only be made through constant pressure and persecution. Don't try. How do you know your limits?

Si Yang didn't care too much when he saw that it was marked there, but the woman who looked like a fairy looked over there, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you so confident in your friend, or are you also opponents? "

Si Yang smiled: "It doesn't matter if you are friends or rivals, anyway, our target is you now."

Only then did the woman turn her head to look at Si Yang, and Si Yang allowed her to look at her generously. After a while, the expressionless sculpture-like woman frowned slightly: "I can't see you."

Si Yang chuckled: "I can't see anything about me, the past or the future?"

The woman shook her head: "I can't see anything."

Si Yang took a few steps towards her, stared into her eyes and said, "A mere pair of spiritual pupils want to see through everything in the world, should I say you are stupid, or too naive?"

No one had ever dared to get so close to her, and no one had dared to be so disrespectful to her. The woman frowned and took a step back, the invisible oppressive feeling weakened a little, which made her feel better.

Not being able to see through the other party, and being told her cards in one word, the woman paid more attention to the person in front of her: "My name is Yue Ya."

Si Yang glanced at her bracelet: "It doesn't matter what your name is, I'm very interested in what you have inside, should you hand it over obediently and I'll give you a way to survive, or let me do it myself? I think you should choose the latter, without a fight, who would be willing to hand over the baby, right?"

A smile appeared on Yue Ya's icy and cold face, and she caressed the quaint silver bracelet with her slender and fair fingers, and said, "Why don't we wait? If your companion kills the four of them, I'll send the things to you." Leave it to you, if your companion is killed by them, how about a fight?"

Si Yang nodded: "That's fine, then just wait."

It was probably the first time that Yue Ya met such a strange person as Si Yang. Seeing that he really waited for the results of the battle without doing anything, she became a little interested in him: "What's your name?"

Si Yang said: "No comment."

Yue Ya asked again: "You can see that I have a pair of spiritual pupils, so do you want to know the fate of your companion?"

Si Yang glanced sideways at Yue Ya: "He will win."

Yue Ya looked at Lan Jinxiu for a long time before saying: "Heavenly Demon, so you can enter the Devil Forest again without losing your sanity?"

Si Yang stood with his hands behind his back and didn't answer, Yue Ya said: "The thing in my hand is indeed a treasure, but it is useless to your Chinese celestial masters, it is not a power that ordinary humans can bear."

Si Yang asked back: "So you are not human anymore?"

Yue Ya was not annoyed, but said quietly: "Do you know that the Wu Clan was once separated from Huaxia?"

Si Yang shook his head: "I don't know much about your past history, why, do you want to educate me?"

Yue Ya turned to look at Si Yang: "The Celestial Master in Huaxia is a bandit and a betrayer of a monk. You can see through my spiritual pupil at a glance, but I can't see through you, so you are a monk."

Si Yang said: "What do you want to say?"

"I just want to tell you that China's celestial masters have declined to such an extent that they are all to blame. As a monk, you should pay attention to your own strength."

Si Yang chuckled: "Are you trying to poach someone?"

Yue Ya looked at him seriously and said, "I can just give you a better choice."

Si Yang grasped it empty-handedly, and a transparent scorpion gradually became apparent in his hand. Seeing Yue Ya's slightly changed face, he smiled and said, "Choose like this?"

Yue Ya glanced at the immobilized holy scorpion restrained in Si Yang's hands, and said to Si Yang, "I didn't lie to you about the fact that Huaxia's celestial master is a monk's betrayer, but the thing in my hand, Regardless of life or death, I will not give it to you."

"Then what if I must?"

Yue Ya glanced at the five people who were fighting fiercely over there, turned around and jumped directly into the pool of blood.

Si Yang didn't chase after him either, but continued to stand by the pool of blood and wait for the fight to finish there.

But the power of black witches is inherited from the blood, and they have inherent advantages compared to acquired cultivation.People like Lan Jinxiu, who became a monk halfway and learned not so righteously, will not get much benefit if they fight against each other, not to mention hitting a stone with an egg.

As Yue Ya said just now, their Wu Clan was a force separated from China back then. Maybe it was because they were few in number and lived in seclusion, so it was better to pass on some monks' skills.Although due to the overall environment of the earth, the exercises have undergone tremendous changes, but the strength can only be divided into strengths and weaknesses. Therefore, the combination of the four people is comparable to the attack of a monk, and even Lan Jinxiu can cope with it.

Compared with the last time he killed the Tianmo man surnamed Feng, he was able to play with cats and mice with ease, this time he really showed his full strength, but he still showed a defeat.

The four black witches saw their saintess jumping into the pool of blood, and after looking at each other, their subordinates were even more merciless, while the poisonous scorpion behind them saw that Lan Jinxiu was retreating steadily, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and disappeared directly shape, trying to climb onto Lan Jinxiu's body and treat him as a meal.

Even after fighting like this, Lan Jinxiu didn't call for help until one of the black witches found the right opportunity and slapped Lan Jinxiu's heart veins with a palm, a red light flashed, and the two poisonous scorpions were decapitated. He fell to the ground everywhere, and the sneak attacker also backed up again and again, avoiding this powerful sword.

Si Yang still stood on the periphery and said: "It's not fair to fight one out of four, you still have assists, Lan Jinxiu went on, enough fighting with bare hands, let's try the contest with weapons."

Seeing a ball of red light flying towards him, Lan Jinxiu instinctively reached out to catch it, and suddenly there was a bright red sword in his hand.

Si Yang said: "This is the dragon blood sword, made by soaking in dragon blood. It should be no problem to deal with them. Hurry up, we'll go down and catch that girl after beating them."

Lan Jinxiu held the sword tightly, staring at the four black witches with bloodthirsty eyes, feeling the power and fighting spirit conveyed from the Dragon Blood Sword, this was the first time Lan Jinxiu felt the thrill of a fierce battle happy.