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

Chapter 311 Overwhelming Strength, Taiyin Appears

"Go and let He Huan know. How about going out to take a look? He just borrowed some of my abilities."

A year is just a moment for the Eight Deceitful Gods. Baihu is not bored yet, but he is a little concerned about the vague hairy feeling beside him.

"How about..." The black tortoise and black snake next to them also said, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Let Xiao Huan command three of the Eight Deceitful Gods at the same time..." Tengshe thought for a moment and couldn't think of what level of opponent was worthy of such high-level courtesy.

Baihu let out a rhythmic hum, recalling some past events.

In the past, Zhuge Kongming raised a white tiger that was a hundred meters long. For Yan Huan, it might be a little short of a problem, but as long as he suppressed its strength and size, the three Eight Deceitful Gods would be able to move freely outside.

"Okay." Tengshe and Xuanwu responded together.

Yan Huan, who was in the Twelve Labor Emotions Array, suddenly received a kind of induction in his soul.

"No, what are you three doing?"

Is it necessary to have three Eight Deceitful Gods in such a small scene?

Considering the strength of "Thunder Smoke Cannon" Gao Ning, just relying on the malice that covers the sky and the earth gathered above his head, he can kill the enemy alone by just letting out a little weasel.

The voice of the Teng Snake came from the depths of my soul, "Do you remember the agreement we made before entering the world?"

"Remember, I can leave matters concerning the soul to you. Whoever messes with my soul, you can mess with him." Yan Huan replied.

"That's it, I'll get him."

Yan Huan nodded and pinched a bit of Yin Qi with his fingers.

"Master Yongjue, should we say that you are lucky or unlucky? After all, there are not many living people in this world who have seen the Eight Deceitful Gods..."

The aura around Yan Huan suddenly changed, and the chill in the air spread silently, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

Gao Ning's pupils shrank slightly, his hair stood on end, and the fear deep in his heart quickly surged up. He shouted almost instinctively: "Quick! Work together! Interrupt the little donor's spell!"

Dou Mei took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and mobilized her Qi with all her strength.

The pink Qi light spread rapidly like a tide, like a layer of veil, filling the entire space of the Twelve Labor Array. She began to try to gently soothe the suffocating pressure.

However, Yan Huan stood where he was, his eyes as calm as water, letting the Qi light dissipate, with no ripples in his heart.

Dou Mei widened her eyes and looked at Yan Huan in disbelief, cold sweat running down her cheeks.

"No...impossible..." Her special ability can soothe people's emotions and touch people's weakness, but now Yan Huan didn't react at all.

The tidal-like Qi light disappeared without a trace the moment it touched him.

"I'm sorry, Auntie." Yan Huan said softly, "I'm very satisfied with my current life. There is nothing to escape from, and I don't have the slightest weakness in my heart."

Dou Mei's heart trembled, her legs softened, and she fell to the ground with a "thump".

Her ability is limited to destroying one's mind. In terms of actual fighting, she is no match for Monk Yongjue, who also has Buddhist skills.

Her means were cut off and she had nothing else to do.

Gao Ning gritted his teeth in hatred, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

He quickly pulled off the Buddhist beads, continued to pinch his fingers and make seals, mobilized the labor array, and tried to shake Yan Huan's twelve meridians again.

The bright red energy surged in the air, madly impacting Yan Huan's body.

"Master Yongjue, stop adding fuel to the fire. My friend has a very bad temper..."

Yan Huan lightly raised his fingers and passed a wisp of Yin energy into his brows.

Evil spirits were rising up all around, and the originally hot midsummer night suddenly became freezing cold as if it was frozen. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, swirling into a huge vortex. The wind was whistling, and the entire mountains and forests were filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Gao Ning raised his head, looking at the rapidly condensing black clouds. He could not help but take steps back. An uncontrollable fear rose in his heart. The aura that permeated the air could no longer be described by the word "qi". It was demonic energy visible to the naked eye, it was devilish flame!

Swish!
Suddenly, from the depths of the black clouds, a huge black snake slowly poked its head out. Its eyes were as dark as the abyss, and its scales were shining with a cold luster, as if covered with a layer of white frost in the moonlight.

The giant snake slowly lowered its head, spitting out its bloody red tongue, and locked onto Gao Ning.

"Just a demon monk who plays with people's hearts?"

"Ah..." Tengshe stared at Dou Mei who was covering her ears and burying her head, "There is also a woman who hates the world."

Gao Ning stared blankly at the snake that emerged from the black cloud. Its huge head seemed to hang above his head like a mountain. "What...what is this?" His voice trembled, his throat was dry as if it was blocked by sand, and cold sweat rolled down his fat cheeks like a waterfall.

Gao Ning tightly grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand. Suddenly, with a "snap", the string broke and the beads scattered all over the floor, rolling around on the ground.

"Elves are already scarce in this world... How is it possible that such a soul-stirring creature still exists..."

Megaphobia...

"Thunder Smoke Cannon" Gao Ning's legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand.

Yan Huan leaped lightly and landed steadily on top of the Teng Snake, where he sat cross-legged. Monk Yongjue completely collapsed, turned around and ran away, his loose monk's robe fluttering like a flag in the night wind.

"Can it be killed?" The Teng Snake's voice was low, like the ringing of an ancient bell.

"Yes." Yan Huan responded calmly, and after a moment's silence, he added, "Don't be too harsh. This is a famous Taoist mountain, and you can't set it on fire."

"I know what's going on." The Teng Snake nodded slightly, raised its huge snake head forward, and the hot breath that was faintly rolling in its throat suddenly condensed.

The next moment, a mouthful of evil black fire gushed out, and the flames roared through the forest. Before Gao Ning and Dou Mei could even scream, they were instantly turned into dry bones.

The wind rose, and the black flames were as sharp as knives. Even their last ashes were blown away among the mountains and fields. Only a tiny wisp of smoke remained, swirling in the wind for a moment, and finally being completely annihilated.

The black flames seemed to be falling from the sky, enveloping the mountains and forests in a sea of ​​fire.

It was a dry summer day, and the raging fire waves swept across the entire mountain in an instant.

The flames here were as raging as a flood. Compared with the commotion in the Tianshi Mansion in the distance, they were like sparks and the sun. The flames not far away were not even as bright as the phoenix candle.

Tengshe glanced at the mountain fire in front of him and paused for a moment, "I couldn't stop it..."

Yan Huan sighed helplessly, a trace of black lines appeared on his face, and he jumped lightly from the top of the Teng Snake.

"Youguang, Bifang."

With a gentle call, the fire monkey and the blue bird flew out at the same time, and the scattered flames quickly converged under Youguang's control.

Wherever the flames passed, the charred trees came back to life with lush green leaves.

After dealing with the commotion here, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the mountain path.

Yan Yu hurried over and looked up. At first glance, he saw the huge creature lurking in the mountain.

"What a handsome snake..." She widened her eyes and covered her mouth, eyes full of amazement.

"Hmph." The Teng Snake snorted coldly, glanced at her with its huge snake pupils, then flicked its tail and sank into the black mist.

"Eh? You're quite arrogant..." Yan Yu whispered.

"Xiaoyu, why are you here?" Yan Huan walked forward.

"Well... there seemed to be something wrong with Mr. Tian just now..." Yan Yu said somewhat uneasily.

"Go and see."

Yan Huan was about to step away, but turned around and glanced at the black shadow remaining on the ground.

He raised his hand and the two souls that had not yet dissipated were easily collected in his palm.

In the courtyard, Tian Jinzhong's body trembled slightly, and wisps of silver light slowly floated out from his body, spreading in the air like mist.

Although those lights are as bright as the stars, they are extremely illusory. They are clearly right in front of our eyes, but we cannot see them clearly. It seems that they exist in the gap between reality and emptiness.

When Yan Huan saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "It's obviously the Eight Deceitful Gods, but you are so timid. Since you are willing to show up now, do you think I can give you a sense of security?"

"lunar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the courtyard, and the silver light turned into wisps of dust and mist in the wind, which instantly dispersed and disappeared.

There was only an echo in the air, and it came faintly: "Find me, and I'll be yours."

Eh?
Yan Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up and looked around, but could no longer sense the breath of Taiyin.

"This Taiyin is addicted to playing, why is he still playing hide-and-seek?"

(End of this chapter)