Chapter 128: Black Seed High Priest

It's just dawning.
Hundreds of miles from Baimiao Village, hundreds of people in Miao costumes stood halfway up the mountain, looking nervous.
Leaded by a one-armed old lady.
Standing next to her was a thin young man with a four- or five-year-old girl in his arms.
"Mr. Ye, there is Hei Miao Village!" The old man with the surname Xiao reached out and pointed to the village inside the valley, looking extremely heavy.
With the death of Li Yan and others, the high priest invited Ye Chen to battle with the fire show spirit. She knew that the high priest was powerful and persuaded Ye Chen not to come, but Ye Chen was unmoved.
She can only follow with the young and middle-aged of the whole family. After all, even if Ye Chen should not come, the high priest will find him sooner or later. The ending is the same. In this case, why not fight hard.
Ye Chen hugged her daughter and squinted to look at Hei Miao Village, and saw that direction faintly swirled with a hint of black gas, and the black gas condensed.
"It's wicked, it seems to be what you call the God Dragon Pool, let's go, I'll meet this high priest for a while!"
Ye Chen smiled faintly, holding her daughter first to go down the valley, and everyone hurried to keep up.
It was strange to find that Heimiao Village was not defended, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.
Mr. Xiao surnamed a reminder: "Mr. Ye, be careful!"
"It doesn't matter whether it is fraud or not, I broke it with one punch!"
Ye Chen looked as usual. Since the high priest of Heimiao Village wanted him to come, he wanted to have enough confidence in his strength.
The group went deep into Hei Miao Village, smelled a pungent blood in the air, and went straight to the temple where the high priest was.
The so-called shrine is actually a stone castle stacked with stones, but it looks like a giant monster.
As everyone stepped into the temple and looked around, it was a very dim space, surrounded by rows of braziers.
Layers of stone steps from the bottom up, covered with a variety of poisonous snakes, looking away, as if in the sea of ​​snakes.
A dark shadow stood at the end of the stone steps, facing away from everyone.
"High priest!"
Mrs. Xiao surnamed in a horrified voice, and the people behind her couldn't help but excite, and some stood still.
Xiao Yaqiao's face flashed a fear, and he leaned on Ye Chen's side subconsciously.
"Your lord Ye Nankang?"
An extremely cold voice sounded in the temple.
The shadow figure at the end of the stone steps turned around, and the flames inside the brazier surrounded it, lighting up the shadows a little.
It was an old man about 40-50 years old, with long hair, sharp eyes like a hawk.
Ye Chen took a step forward and said lightly, "You are the high priest of Heimiao Village?"
"Ye Nankang, this one asks himself that your well water does not violate the river water. You are not the king and dominate the world. Why should you get involved in my Miao village?" Said the high priest with a somber expression.
Ye Chen chuckled: "No, it's just to look at you unhappy. You know my identity, you should kneel down and scratch your head at this moment, and maybe I will consider leaving your whole body!"
"Arrogance!"
The high priest was furious and hummed.
"Don't think that you have taken a little fame outside, and dare not to put this seat in your eyes. This seat will let you see my means now."
The voice fell.
I suddenly saw an extra bone-shaped flute in his hand.
As the flute sounded.
The crowd only felt an unusually cold breath, and their brains roared, as if they were all roaring and their bodies were stagnant.
Masses of black gas condensed from the heads of everyone, and screaming faces emerged from the black gas.
"This ... This is the soul-calling ghost flute recorded in the ancestral code. It can use the power of ghosts and gods to control all ghosts and even drive them."
Mr. Xiao's face suddenly changed, it seemed to be remembering something, and then he looked at the high priest with horror.
"I didn't expect you to kill all the people in Hei Miao Village in order to make a ghost flute. It's really heartfelt!"
She now understands it. No wonder she waited for someone to come to the present. No one in Hei Miao Village saw it, and she was killed by the high priest.
"Hahaha!"
As the high priest played, he laughed wildly: "So what? It's the so-called one that will be all done. This waste is so good that when I destroy you, you will be honored in heaven and earth!"
"puff!"
The blood of the surname Xiao was blown out by the sound of flutes within the air holes.
She didn't want to panic, and hurriedly looked at Ye Chen and said, "Mr. Ye, let's go, this old devil has a ghost flute in his hand and can control Wan Gui and Wan Ye. You are not his opponent!"
at the same time.
The snake group above the stone steps seemed to have received any order, and they all rushed to Ye Chen and others.
Various poisonous scorpions and spiders, such as locusts, blocked the exit on the stone wall of the hall.
"It's over, we're all going to die here!"
The old man with the surname Xiao suddenly fell to the ground, his face full of despair, and some regrets coming with Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen, what should I do?" Xiao Ya was frightened.
"Compared to me, right?"
Ye Chen shook his head in disdain, took a deep breath, was angry with Dan Tian, ​​and shouted hard.
"Tianlong Eight Sounds!"
A dragon groan erupted from his mouth, as if the dragon roared, unmatched.
The golden dragon shadows visible to the naked eye spread out around him as the center. Wherever the dragon-shaped virtual shadow passed, the swarm of snakes and maggots that swept up exploded into blood.
To the most direct shaking of the hall.
The bone flute in the hands of the high priest shattered in response, and the whole person was blasted out by the sound wave and hit the wall heavily.
With a roar, the scene disappeared.
Old people like Xiao and Xiao Ya looked at all these blankly, only to find this life unforgettable.
The soul-calling ghost flute made by the high priest sacrificing the entire family was defeated by Ye Chen.
"How is that possible? How is this possible!"
The high priest stood up from the ground in a shaved hair, raised a spit of blood, and looked horrified: "Who are you?"
"Of course the one who killed you!"
Ye Chen shook her head gently and stepped on the stone steps.
Step by step towards the high priest.
The high priest gritted his teeth and patted his palm on the throne of tiger skin behind him. He only heard a click, as if an institution had been activated.
at the same time.
The walls around the hall suddenly blasted out arrows, shooting at Ye Chen from all directions.
"Ye Chen, get down!" Xiao Ya exclaimed.
However, Ye Chen kept walking, as if he hadn't seen it.
next moment.
The smile on the high priest's face froze suddenly.
After seeing the dense arrows hit Ye Chen, a dingling sound came out, then fell to the ground, and there was no scene of being dressed as a hedgehog.
"Dad, I'm afraid ..."
Mengmeng clung tightly to Ye Chen's chest, shaking like a quail.
"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Dad will protect you."
Ye Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed an arrow that flew at the little guy, then dropped to the ground, and went straight to the high priest.
As he approached step by step, the high priest was completely panicked, only feeling a bitter chill from behind.
He slammed the tiger skin throne suddenly, and the stone door behind him suddenly opened wide, and he jumped out with a stun, and the stone door closed instantly.
"Break me!"
Ye Chen hit with a punch, and the heavy stone gate shattered in response, catching up quickly.
I saw the high priest walking towards a pool of water on the mountain. After rushing to the pool of water, he slammed his chest and a spurt of blood spewed directly into the pool.
"Master Shenlong, please save my life!"
The high priest knelt reverently on the edge of the pond, worshiping the five-body worship, as if he had not seen Ye Chen coming after him.
With his words fall.
The puddle in front of him seemed to boil, and suddenly a jet of water burst.
A huge black shadow rose from the pond.
(Ps: chapter two and two more.)