Chapter 1915: The Great Terror of the Ancients

Wu Long was about to struggle to get up again, but was enveloped by a horrible suction, and then slowly rose from the ground involuntarily, and drifted towards Wu Jiuyin's direction.
At the same time, Wu Long felt the power in his body was fading in a large amount, turning into a cloud of aura, spreading towards Wu Jiuyin.
What Wu Jiuyin displayed was the Yin-Yang Bahe Boundless Marrow Washing Sutra that made countless people in the world panic.
This method is much more terrifying than the power of the ancient demon head of Ge Yu, because when this Yin Yang Eight-Harmony Boundless Washing Sutra is used, it can not only squeeze the opponent’s cultivation base, but also swallow the energy of everything. Destroy people.
Just now, the other four people of Niuyanghua Li Bai took action against Wulong at the same time.
Wu Jiuyin fought hard with Chalupeng, desperately displaying the flying dragon in the sky, he was already seriously injured, and in the next fight, there was basically nothing to do with Wu Jiuyin.
Now Wu Jiuyin urgently needs to repair the damaged muscles and veins and recover his injuries. The best way is to send him a master to use his unique method to squeeze the cultivation base of his body.
Although Wu Long was hit hard, there was no damage to his cultivation. When he felt the terrifying power of Wu Jiuyin spread to him, he tried his best to struggle to escape, but his body still moved towards Wu involuntarily. The direction of Jiu Yin quickly moved closer.
In the end, Wu Jiuyin's hand was directly placed on Wulong's Tianling Cap.
The moment Wu Jiuyin's hand touched him, Wu Long suddenly felt the blood in his whole body boil, converging continuously above his head, his complexion flushed for a while, and the blood in his Dantian Qi sea The energy loss can't be controlled.
After another moment, Wu Long's originally dark hair also turned gray, wrinkles appeared on his face, and he quickly aged.
At this time, Wu Long knew that no matter what he said, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, but he soon discovered that he had no chance to say anything. He had a hoarse voice with one mouth, just a moment of utterance. Strange syllables of helplessness and despair.
The sound of fighting still came from all around, and people kept falling in a pool of blood.
Above his head, the real dragon roared, wandering back and forth among the dark clouds, looming, accompanied by a violent storm.
Tila, lying reclining next to a big tree, looked at Wu Jiuyin with lost eyes, and whispered to Wu Silu next to him: "Xiao Lu... did you see it? That is your biological father. You grew up. From now on, you will be like your biological father...be a man who stands upright..."
Wu Silu looked at Wu Jiuyin, took his mother's hand, and nodded heavily, but did not say a word.
After a while, Wu Long, who was pressed by Wu Jiuyin's hand against the sky spirit cover, soon became a thin and skinny person, and after a while, he turned directly into white bones, and then completely vanished into ashes.
Wu Jiuyin, who had swallowed Wu Long's cultivation base, took a deep breath, feeling that he had plenty of energy in his body again, and even his injuries were mostly healed.
Suddenly, from the mid-air, a black shadow quickly fell down, slamming heavily to the ground.
As the black shadow fell, a purple light came from far and near. At first it could maintain the shape of a dragon, but in the end it turned into a purple light and penetrated into the sword in Wu Jiuyin's hand. In the soul.
With the return of the soul of the true dragon, everything is settled.
After Charupong fell to the ground, he fell into the mud, and the black robe on his body was already in tatters. I don't know if he was killed by the real dragon.
When Charupon's body fell to the ground, the messy situation was quiet again.
Everyone invariably stopped their movements and looked in the direction of Charupon.
Did the great demon that has been in Southeast Asia for more than a hundred years so dead?
The tragic deaths of Mudahan and Wu Long are acceptable to a few people, but this Chalupeng, but even Wu Jiuyin’s great grandfather is afraid of a character, if he was killed by a flying dragon in the sky, it’s really a bit Can't accept it.
When everyone was stunned there not knowing what to do, suddenly, a white glow flew towards Charupong, who was lying on the ground. It was the flying sword of the Li Zejian that pierced into that Charupong. In the body, he immediately turned back.
There was a ray of blood on the Excalibur Soul Chaser, and a transparent Charupong was pierced by the Excalibur Soul Chaser, still lying on the ground without any movement.
Nazarupeng didn't respond to Li Zejian's temptation, it seemed that he was dead.
Monk Hua and Wu Jiuyin looked at each other, and there was deep doubt in their eyes.
"I'll go and see, you guys stand back." Monk Hua said, dragging the purple golden bowl in his hand, and approaching the direction of Charupon step by step, but he must carefully confirm his life and death. If this person does not die, they will suffer. endless.
Not long after, Monk Hua cautiously approached Nacharupong within ten steps, and when he was still walking towards him, suddenly, Monk Hua saw that Nacharupong’s body trembled slightly. With a tremor, he stopped, and suddenly a golden Buddha light burst out from the purple golden bowl held in his hand.
Afterwards, Nacharupong moved again, unexpectedly raised his head slowly, blood was covered on the wrinkled old face, and his expression was grim and terrible at this time, and his face was full of resentment. Feelings.
"Wu Jiuyin, this is all you asked for!" Chalupeng suddenly said viciously, and it spread to everyone's ears.
"The Great Lord is not dead, the Great Lord is still alive!" The people of Heishui Shengling were immediately excited and excited.
Next, Charupong actually slowly got up from the ground. A blood-red mist began to fill his whole body. It became thicker and thicker. Suddenly, Monk Hua felt a great horror from ancient times. , So that all the hairs on his body stand up.
"Everyone come to me, hurry!" When Monk Hua was talking, he suddenly threw the purple golden bowl in his hand.
With a buzzing sound of the purple golden bowl, it flew into the air again, becoming extremely huge, and spinning rapidly, countless large and small Buddha characters began to flicker around the purple golden bowl.
Although everyone didn't know what happened at this moment, seeing Monk Hua's solemn expression, they immediately stepped forward and ran under Monk Hua's purple golden bowl.