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

Chapter 330 White Tiger vs. Nine Lands, the Eight Fraud Gods Should Also Have Their Own Life

A cold and evil aura was quietly released, and thick black fog quickly gathered behind Yan Huan. The fog rolled and surged, like a surging black sea spreading behind him.

Suddenly, a pair of vertically-striped golden pupils lit up from the depths of the black sea. Their eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing through the fog with an arrogant majesty, as if they were going to tear the entire tomb apart.

Then a huge white tiger claw broke out from the black fog, its sharp claws cut through the diffuse fog, and stomped heavily on the ground with unparalleled momentum.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground shook continuously. The stone walls around the tomb shook violently. Dust and sand fell from all directions, as if to bury the entire space.

"Roar!!!" A tiger roar sounded immediately afterwards, and the powerful and ferocious roar echoed loudly in the narrow tomb. Before the lingering sound, the air around it seemed to freeze for a moment.

The figure of the white tiger finally appeared completely.

The tomb chamber was already narrow and cramped, and now these two huge monsters were squeezed in the same space, with their limbs almost touching the stone walls. There was almost no room for movement between them, let alone fighting.

“······” In the tense confrontation, Jiudi saw the white tiger appear. He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly spread out his arms.

As His arms extended, the space around the tomb seemed to be pushed open and retreated to the sides like a stretched curtain.

The space became more spacious little by little.

The sand and stones continued to fall all around, but the ground gradually became stable. The coffin in the center of the main tomb chamber slowly fell down, and its rotten texture changed into a fluorescent glow, and it was no longer indestructible.

Baihu stepped forward and glanced ahead: "It's the Ninth Earth..."

"Xiao Huan, you have to carefully analyze the movements of Sanbao later. This guy is notoriously stubborn. It will take some effort to break him."

"Okay." Yan Huan responded, waving his hand and issuing an order, "Go, calm this guy down!"

Ho ho ho ho!

A tiger roared like thunder, and the white tiger took the lead in attacking. The huge tiger claws swept out with a sharp murderous aura. The tiger claws flashed with golden light, and even the gust of wind they stirred up was as sharp as a blade.

Swish!
The blow was directed towards Jiudi's chest.

Jiudi raised his arms expressionlessly, as steady as a mountain. With a "clang" sound, the tiger claws slammed heavily on the arm that was flashing with crystal blue light. For a moment, it was like the collision of metal and stone, splashing dazzling sparks.

Jiudi's body remained motionless, like a thousand-year-old stone sculpture.

The white tiger landed on the ground, its four claws sank slightly, and the murderous intent in its golden vertical pupils became stronger. Layers of "war spirit" spread around him. He quickly turned over, and while the remaining momentum of Jiudi was unstable, he attacked with his front paws like a storm. Every time the tiger's claws chopped down, sparks appeared.

"call--"

Jiudi let out a long sigh, spreading a ball of "negativity" that offset the aura that aroused the desire to fight, and instantly calmed down.

“Spear and shield, attack and solidity, the abilities of these two of the Eight Deceitful Gods are really…” Yan Huan silently concentrated his mind and gathered his Qi, starting from the essence of the lower elixir, lighting up the three treasures in turn, reaching the place of the God of Heaven, and gathering all three samadhis.

Jiudi on the side remained motionless, his arms like walls. During a series of attacks, he suddenly spread his arms, and when the white tiger's front paws fell, he accurately grabbed its two tiger claws, twisted them violently, and used the force to throw the white tiger against the wall!

"Boom!"

The white tiger's body smashed against the stone wall of the tomb. Under the influence of the Nine Earths' abilities, the surrounding environment had long been indestructible. Even a huge monster smashed into it, but it didn't even leave a crack.

"Sometimes I have to admit that being in human form is indeed much more convenient." The white tiger raised its head, twisted its body, grabbed the wall with its limbs and stomped hard, using the force to pounce back, opened its bloody mouth and bit Jiudi's shoulder.

"Aren't you afraid of hurting your teeth?" Jiudi didn't move at all. He grabbed Baihu's throat and smashed his head with his other hand like a huge hammer.

The White Tiger's throat trembled, but before Jiudi's heavy fist could hit it, he struggled violently, using his neck to break free from Jiudi's palm!

At the same time, the white tiger rolled over, and its long tail swept Jiudi's knees with a sharp sound of wind.

Jiudi had to take half a step back to prevent losing his balance.

“It’s not too harsh on the teeth.”

puff!
The tiger's mouth opened and spit out a chewed crystal blue diamond.

Jiudi turned his head and looked behind him. Where his shoulder was broken, wisps of negative energy slowly dissipated along the wound.

"Humph."

Jiudi snorted coldly and stretched out his hand.

The white tiger's body shook as it was grabbed by an invisible force, and its limbs lost their usual flexibility in that instant.

His fur gradually lost its luster and hardened into a gray-brown stone texture, appearing extremely dark in the dim light. His joints, which should have been flexible, were now like rusty gears, and every tiny movement brought a dull friction sound.

The white tiger lowered its head slightly, trying to raise one paw, but its entire forelimb seemed to be bound by chains and it could not move at all. Its body was like a dead tree, becoming more and more stubborn. No matter how hard it exerted, its joints only made a harsh "creaking" sound and it could not regain its former agility.

Upon seeing this, Yan Huan stood up and leaped onto the white tiger's black and white striped back.

"Nine Lands will harden your entire body."

"It's really troublesome. If it were me before..." Baihu has been sleeping for more than 1,200 years. From the day he woke up to now, it has been less than half a year. His condition is not as good as Jiudi who has been guarding the tomb for a thousand years.

"It's okay. I'll help you." Yan Huan pinched a ray of golden light with his two fingers and passed it into the white tiger's body.

The White Tiger, the god of murder, is endowed with the metal of the west. This overbearing and fierce murderous aura, coupled with the power of the five elements of gold and purity, occupies all auspicious positions, so needless to say, the power of the next attack will be unpredictable.

"Shh!"

A burst of golden light passed by, shattering the hardness of the white tiger's body. He took the opportunity to press forward, and his two front paws continuously slapped at Jiudi's head and chest one claw after another.

Jiudi quickly crossed his arms, and his sharp claws collided with the solid body. The sound like a huge bell or drum echoed in the tomb.

"puff--"

The tiger claws tore a crack in Jiudi's abdomen, and the hideous wound immediately burst open. Jiudi's face instantly darkened, and he roared, with the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his sharp fangs.

At the moment when Jiudi was injured, Yan Huan's eyes flashed, and the three treasures lit up at the same time. The blazing true fire gathered into a dark blue fire in the palm of his hand.

"go with!"

The True Fire Samadhi transformed into flaming meteors, shooting towards the wound on the Nine Earths. The True Fire hit Him without any hindrance, instantly enveloping Him in a sea of ​​fire.

"Zhuge Kongming!" Jiudi roared and recalled scenes from the past.

I...actually..." He murmured in a low voice, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and as the True Fire Samadhi continued to burn, all the hostility in his body was burned away in the flames.

The tomb chamber returned to silence. Baihu stood in place, and the murderous aura in his body gradually subsided.

Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and the remaining flame between his fingers slowly went out, "Can we have a good chat now?"

“There’s nothing much to say. Those burial objects represent the love that the people of Jizhou have for Benchu. I will never give them to you no matter what! I just regret that I don’t have the means to attack and kill. As a god of firmness, I can’t protect anything.” Jiudi pursed his lips, and his ferocious look turned into reserved and dignified.

Yan Huan waved her hands, "I told you you're wrong. I'm not interested in burial objects! What I want is you."

"I?"

Yan Huan nodded and smiled, "You have stayed in the tomb for a thousand years, which shows that you are sincere to Mr. Benchu. But the dead cannot be resurrected. Now you are guarding only the dry bones in the coffin. Clinging to this will only add to your troubles. Why do you insist on being so stubborn?"

Yan Huan stretched out his hand and said, "Eight Fraud Gods should also have their own life. I think if Mr. Benchu ​​is still alive, he would not want to see you spend your life in a grave."

"Hu~" Jiudi exhaled a breath of icy cold air and looked back at the coffin that He was protecting.

He also understood these things.

As the guardian beast passed down from generation to generation by the Yuan family of Runan, Jiudi did not follow Yuan Shao's descendants, but took the initiative to be buried in the tomb. This was because after Yuan Shao, he did not think that there would be any followers worthy of his master.

Even when Zhuge Kongming used the Qimen Liujia formation, he still managed to trick him by using Yuan Shao's appearance.

"If I leave, who will take care of Benchu..."

Yan Huan pointed to the silver moon mark on the back of his hand and said, "Don't worry about that. When it comes to hiding skills, there is one among the Eight Deceitful Gods who is extremely proficient."

After that, the crescent moon shone brightly, slowly illuminating the dark tomb chamber.

Taiyin stretched out his wrist-wrapped hands and crawled out from the moonlight.

“Now that you have obtained two of the Eight Deceitful Gods, do you also want to learn from that kid Kong Ming and manipulate the formation to gain the ability to reach the sky?” Jiudi shrank his body to the size of a human and floated over slowly.

At this moment, He became interested in the sorcerer in front of him. Bang!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers lightly, and Taiyin understood what he meant. The tomb began to sink slowly, going deeper into the ground.

As the tomb passage was extended, the entrances to the tombs originally around Xiaojun Village were closed one after another, and Yuan Shao's tomb was completely blocked.

"In this way, you can also get rid of the thousand years of responsibility." Yan Huan looked at Jiudi, his tone calm but meaningful.

Jiudi closed his eyes slightly and sensed his surroundings. He found that the location of the tomb had indeed sunk to a deeper level. He no longer needed to control it. The passage in the soil had become extremely complex and mysterious, and even he could not tell the exact location.

"If you are still worried, I can even let Xuanwu blur the environment here." Yan Huan raised his hand and waved. The space beside him suddenly shook, and a huge black turtle appeared in the tomb.

The small space became even more crowded, as if it was about to burst at any time.

Jiudi was stunned and whispered: "You even have Xuanwu..."

Yan Huan couldn't help but yawn repeatedly. He had just lit up the Three Treasures and summoned three of the Eight Deceitful Gods. His mind was already exhausted, his eyelids were so heavy that they were fighting each other, and he was about to fall asleep at any time.

"Ah~woo~"

"This is just a choice. I have no intention of prying into Ling's past. No matter what happened in history, it is not surprising. I am only concerned about the present." Yan Huan stretched out his hand again, "I can eliminate all your worries. It depends on your choice whether you want to go out with me or not."

"Hmm..." Jiudi glanced at the shabby tomb, his expression gradually becoming serious, and he asked solemnly: "Wizard...can you let me see Benchu ​​again?"

Yan Huan pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head.

Even though the bones are still there, even though Yuan Shao was one of the heroes who stirred up the world in the past, a thousand years have passed, and even the most tenacious soul has been reduced to ashes.

unless……

He thought of the Hu family's secret method, which might be able to use illusion to awaken Jiudi's obsession, but it would be extremely risky to hide it from the Eight Deceitful Gods. He really couldn't let Bai Ling and the other little foxes take such a risk.

"Brother Huan, I can give it a try." Bai Ling spoke as if she had seen through Yan Huan's thoughts, "Big Brother Tengshe's deception skills can assist me, no problem at all."

"Add another Eight Deceitful God?" Yan Huan hesitated for a moment, feeling troubled, and his forehead twitched slightly.

"Um... Actually, Brother Huan, you can just call the others back. There's no need to use them together..." Bai Ling stretched out her voice, with helplessness in her tone.

"Eh!" Yan Huan was silent. He suddenly realized and was speechless. He took Baihu and Taiyin back into his soul.

As a light breeze passed by, the ferocious and murderous white tiger and the misty and cold Taiyin dissipated in the moonlight, transformed into a wisp of yin energy and reintegrated into Yan Huan's soul.

At this time, a small white fox jumped out gently, its snow-white fur shining in the dim light, and then countless little foxes jumped out behind it.

They are light in body and have white fur, like clusters of fluffy clouds floating in the air, quietly and silently surrounding Jiudi and Yan Huan.

The foxes gently waved their tails, and the Teng Snake's deceptive tactics quietly unfolded. The entire tomb gradually became dreamy and unreal, as if being in a fantasy world isolated from the human world.

Jiudi's vision gradually blurred, and the scene before him seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago.

In the light and shadow, a tall figure vaguely emerged, his back was steady and majestic, his shoulder armor flashed with the cold light tempered on the battlefield, and his expression was hidden in the illusory mist, seemingly real and illusory, but it made Jiudi's gaze freeze.

The phantom paused slightly, as if it had noticed something, and slowly turned around and looked towards Jiudi.

Jiudi's heart trembled, as if time had stopped at that moment, and the dark tomb no longer seemed to be around him, but an open field.

The autumn wind was howling around, the battle flags were flying, and Yuan Shao, the leader of the Guandong Alliance, stood between heaven and earth, his spirits were high, and his deep eyes revealed endless ambitions.

Although it was an illusion, the Teng Snake's deceptive technique was constructed based on everything the user had experienced. Jiudi knew that even if it was an illusion, this Yuan Benchu ​​was the Yuan Benchu ​​he knew.

Yuan Shao turned around and smiled, "That's enough. What's the point of staying in a deserted tomb? Let's go out and take a look."

"There is still a battle to be fought here. When you go out, remember to help me look after the people of Jizhou... This is the final order. The spirit beasts from the beginning of the world must return to the world."

"Yes..." A thousand years passed like a dream, and the past slowly emerged before his eyes. Jiudi responded softly, and the obsession of guarding this cemetery for a thousand years was relieved at this moment.

"Goodbye forever." Yuan Shao's figure slowly retreated and gradually disappeared in the misty fog.

Jiudi stretched out his hand and reached forward, but he could only touch wisps of shadows in the air.

The illusion dissipated, and the tomb returned to silence, as if nothing had happened. Only Bai Ling, with a slightly tired figure, quietly jumped back to Yan Huan's side, and the little foxes also turned into light and shadow, disappearing one by one.

Jiudi was silent for a long time, watching the dispersing phantom gradually overlap with Yan Huan's figure. The hand he reached forward slowly fell and finally rested on Yan Huan's palm.

"Thank you, sorcerer."

"your name?"

"Yan Huan."

Jiudi's figure gradually faded away, condensing into countless ice-blue light spots, slowly drifting in the air, and finally flowing into Yan Huan's palm.

Those spots of light looked like ice and snow, carrying with them a biting chill and a deep, dark blue color, as if they were the condensation of thousands of years.

Yan Huan lowered his head and gazed, then clenched his palms slightly, and those spots of light turned into strands of crystal clear cold currents, flowing along the lines of his palms to the thumb of his left hand, gradually converging and condensing, and finally forming a clear and bright ice crystal ring.

The ring is dark blue in color, with a slight glow on the surface.

Yan Huan gently stroked the edge of the ring and felt a cool touch seeping into her skin. "Please give me your guidance."

what--

After saying that, Yan Huan fell over with a thump.

No, I’m too sleepy. I need to take a nap.

"The two people from Yang Gong's faction, and that Diya... Sister Qingming, help me keep an eye on them for ten minutes..."

Hoarse
Yan Huan could no longer hold on and his eyelids closed heavily. At the moment he fell asleep, the ring flashed and the surrounding soil shook slightly. The soil layers continued to accumulate and merge, and the texture became as hard as diamond, protecting Yan Huan.

"If you shout out three at the same time you'll feel sleepy..." With a flash of golden light, Jin Jingqingming squatted down with his knees hugged beside Yan Huan.

The outline of an elder with unicorn horns emerged from the surrounding rocks and he slowly said, "Just drink one more cup of coffee and you'll be fine. If being sleepy is considered a price, then it's too light."

"Falling asleep immediately, click! No sense of crisis!" Little Wangxiang lay prone on the ground, her eyes suddenly fixed on a shivering beetle. Her eyes lit up and she splashed water on it.

"With us here to guard, there's no need to worry about the crisis. It's better to think about where to go for fun next." Bifang stopped on the tortoise-shell-shaped pile of earth and straightened Qingyu.

"It's quite cold here. Do you want to light a fire for me?" You Guang pointed with his index finger, and sparks flew out.

"Help me! Du Shen, who has clearly become a disciple of the Natural Gate, has forgotten the key points of practicing Natural Kung Fu. You should know that the easiest way to seize the vitality of heaven and earth is to take a nap!" said the sheep with a smile.

A fire started in the tomb.

“He who can be lulled to sleep by the essence of the five elements is the best wizard in history.” Bifang glanced down.

The fire flickered, shining on the stone wall, leaving marks of varying depths.

Da da da···

Light footsteps were heard in a tomb passage.

"Oh my, it's so hard to find, this damn place is so winding!" The man who came was a thin foreigner. He had a sickly pale face, sunken cheeks, and dark shadows under his eye sockets, as if he had been fighting illness for a long time.

He was wearing an old dark windbreaker with frayed corners, looking extremely shabby. His hands with distinct knuckles were trembling slightly, and he kept covering his chest with his hands. His steps were slow and heavy, as if every step was accompanied by unbearable pain.

"There's light!" the man shouted in surprise.

After jogging a few steps, he slowly stopped and placed several sets of cards in his windbreaker in the air.

The cards were spread out, and he clicked on the card in the center that represented "now". A card symbolizing death was face up, lying there coldly.

This card depicts a skeleton knight covered in a black cloak, holding a sharp sickle, riding a skeletal horse and marching quietly in the desolate wilderness.

He was surrounded by broken flowers and fallen leaves, and the distant sky was as dark as ink, revealing a cold blue-gray color, with a faint glimmer of light.

"It looks like I'm dead today." Dia coughed a few times, stepped into the light, but stopped after only two or three steps.

Curious, but afraid of death.

(End of this chapter)