Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 116 Are you hitting me for the descendants of Zhuge Cunfu?

Yan Huan put away the spiritual flag and asked in surprise, "Why?"

"No reason, I just can't stand this sissy anymore!" Bifang said angrily.

"There's something wrong with this guy in front of me. He looks a bit like a real guy." Jin Jingqingming pinched his chin and looked at the long-haired man opposite for a long time.

The breath, the way of speaking, the magical powers, almost made the memory go back to more than 1,800 years ago.

According to what Qingming and Bifang said, if it was the real Sima Zhongda in history, Yan Huan would have to re-examine the current war situation.

Sima Yi's ability is extremely difficult to deal with. It seems to be a common setting, but in terms of functionality, few spells can be compared with it.

copy!

Copy memories, copy spells, copy abilities.

In other words, what was in front of Yan Huan was most likely a library of magic tricks stored for thousands of years by extraordinary people. Not to mention, this guy came from the Phoenix Mountain Research Department, and it was unknown how much contact he had with the research on divine weapons.

"Copying ability..." Yan Huan raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth, blocking out the faint stench of the soul coming from the opposite side.

If it is possible to copy abilities, it makes sense. Sima Yi has used the soul-controlling technique.

In a sense, he is also a sorcerer.

"Not only that." Bifang's obsidian eyes revealed a rare murderous aura.

The murderous intent spread in all directions, and the bleakness of the autumn day in the small courtyard spread even more vastly. The evergreen ivy hanging on the courtyard wall was completely withered, and swayed in the wind.

"If simply copying abilities wasn't that troublesome, this guy can even copy part of a person's fate."

Bifang mentioned the battle of Shangfang Valley again. Sima Yi's army was led into the valley. The dry firewood and grains prepared by the Shu army burned into the sky. It seemed that Sima Yi and others were about to be buried in the sea of ​​fire. Unexpectedly, at this time, heavy rain fell from the sky and put out the fire.

Zhuge Kongming repeatedly seized the secrets of heaven, which was not tolerated by heaven and went against the will of heaven. Sima Yi copied the fate of the great witch and was pitied by heaven.

The entrance to Shangfang Valley is narrow and the area is wide, with high mountains on both sides and low mountains in the middle. When a fire starts, strong convective valley winds are easily formed. When a large amount of hot air currents at the bottom of the valley rise to a certain height, the water vapor in the air condenses into clouds due to the lowering temperature. On the surface, Kong Ming has the advantage of fire attack, but in fact he is weaker than Sima Yi.

With the weather and terrain completely unfavorable, it was an extremely bad situation attacking an extremely strong one, so the heavy rain did not seem so inexplicable.

"Awesome, what about Ding Shimaan from Baijiafan? Compared with this, this other two heroes is really far from good enough." Yan Huan put away the spiritual flag and concealed all his tricks.

"Second aunt and fifth uncle, take Mr. Huang and the naughty girl away first. I have something to discuss with Mr. Zhongda."

"It doesn't make sense for the elders to leave and let the younger ones stay. The person who comes has bad intentions. Auntie will fight with you." Yan Fei took a step forward and protected Yan Huan behind her.

How could my nephew, who I had finally found, be lost again?

What's more, the opponent on the other side is an opponent that even Zhuge Gong of the Wu Hou faction cannot defeat.

"Come on, please stop causing trouble for me. The influence of the erosion of the godhead just now has not subsided yet. Let's go quickly."

Yan Huan picked up Yan Fei's robe and threw it to Yan Jiangli, who looked pretty good.

Uncle Wu spoke up, "Second sister, let's go first. At this point, why do you still think Xiao Huan is weaker than us?"

"Even if I'm strong, it's not a reason for a nephew to stand up!" Yan Fei struggled for a few times and found that her arms were tightly entangled by soft, strong and delicate green vines, and she could not move.

After giving a few brief instructions, Yan Jiangli carried her second sister and left with Huang Boren.

Xie Fang stood there stubbornly, adjusting the equipment, "I won't leave!"

"The magic I practiced is all about escaping and saving my life. You shouldn't be able to hurt me."

Yan Huan raised his hand.

boom!
Countless brambles covered with warm purple flowers rose from the ground and formed sharp thorns to stab towards Xie Fang. The woman was stunned and was thrown dozens of meters away by the brambles. Her clean and neat sportswear was torn into strips of cloth, and bloodstains were clearly visible on her dark yellow skin.

Snapped!
A small green sprout hooked into a finger shape and crushed the miniature camera that had fallen on the ground.

"Now that you are injured, you can go."

"Otherwise, I can guarantee that what will happen next will be far more horrific than what is happening now."

Xie Fang bit her lip, her body shaking uncontrollably, and she looked like she was about to lose her little pearls.

She ignored the pain, stood up angrily, and limped out of the ancestral hall. "Oh my, Shui Jing really doesn't know how to be gentle with women~" Sima Yi stretched and yawned lazily.

Zhuge Gong, whose divinity was shattered in the ruins, woke up and gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"Sima Yi! You still want to ruin the good things of my Wu Hou Sect!"

"Li Zi Chi Lian!"

Zhuge Gong half-closed his hands, pinched a fire in each hand, and collided his palms together, and a brightly burning red fire snake shot out fiercely.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. My little grandchildren get angry at the slightest provocation. How can such a temperament ignite the true fire of Samadhi? You haven't read the Instructions for My Children written by me at all."

Sima Yi spread out his palms, and a faint fire was burning in his palms. The fire was weak, and the light was soft and dim.

"go."

After stepping on the position of Guishui, he said lightly and threw out the ghost fire, and the two flames collided with each other.

The bright firelight reflected on Zhuge Gong's resolute and confident face, and his eyes were all focused on the Qimen Bureau under his feet.

Sima Yi is in the position of Bing in the heaven plate and Jia, Yin and Gui in the earth plate, that is, Bing plus Gui, which is called Huagai Beishi. Yin people are causing trouble and disasters are happening frequently. It is unfavorable for both the rich and the poor to encounter this.

"You're using fire to counterattack, and you still dare to stand in the Guishui position?"

"Going against good and bad fortune? Even if it was really the former Wei State Grand Tutor who came in person, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant!"

boom!
The next second, the red fire snake controlled by Zhuge Gong shattered.

"How...how is it possible?"

"Ordinary fire is ordinary fire after all. How can it compare to real fire?" Sima Yi said with a smile.

Zhuge Gong was dumbfounded, his eyes reflecting the dark blue flames coming towards him, the fire was not big, but it was deadly enough.

"Did you see that?"

“Ahhhhhhh! True Fire·Samadhi! Why can you ignite True Fire·Samadhi!?” Zhuge Gong roared forward, and when the long-dreamed-of True Fire was about to burn his body, he suddenly felt dejected.

Hehehe...

With a wry smile, Zhuge Gong opened his arms and welcomed the dark blue flame.

Swish!
At the moment of crisis, Yan Huan flew past with Qingyu on his back, picked up Zhuge Gong and flew into the air.

"Wood Element: Dragon Whisker."

The stone bricks in the courtyard were broken, and thick roots rolled out, circling and flying like a long dragon.

The dragon opened its mouth wide and bit down with its thorny mouth.

"Huh?" Sima Yi was stunned. His fingers pressed against the madly twisting roots. Just as his nails touched the epidermis, the dragon body formed by the roots broke into pieces and turned into tiny particles.

"Cutting·Green Dragon Crescent Blade·"

pat!

When the wood chips fell to the ground, bamboo shoots were scattered all over the ground. Sharp, green bamboo shoots pierced through them. Sima Yi jumped back a few steps, but failed to avoid the bamboo thorns that flew at a tricky angle, and a bloody mark appeared on his left cheek.

Sima Yi wiped the blood with his finger, licked his fingertips, and looked up angrily at Yan Huan flying in the air with his wings flapping.

"Shui Jing, you hit me?"

"You beat me for the descendants of a mere villager?"

"Have you forgotten the days when we were together day and night and had fun every night?" Sima Yi pinched his waist and asked to the sky.

"I don't remember." Yan Huan replied, looking at Zhuge Gong who had lost all hope in life, "Sima Yi, what on earth do you want to do?"

Sima Yi shrugged, "It's interesting to plant a demon in the heart of the peasant's descendants. That's the true fire Samadhi he has always dreamed of."

(End of this chapter)