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

Chapter 379 You two eight fraudulent gods, it is not pure
"What nonsense! Is it possible that the best among the younger generation are only good at talking?" Wang Ai walked forward slowly, leaning on a cane.

Before I reached the bottom of the tree, the phone in my pocket rang a few times.

After the call was connected, several anxious shouts came from the other end: "Old man, something terrible has happened! Someone in our group has started to transfer shares."

"Huh?" Wang Ai glared at Yan Huan, who was standing still, and asked in confusion, "Whose hands did they fall into?"

"Wang...Wang Zhong..."

"Is it that kid? Wait for me to go back and deal with it." Wang Ai hung up the phone, a thick cloud of worry covering his brows.

"I don't know how you did it, but it seems like your vision in choosing someone to take over is pretty poor."

The Wang family's allocation of resources depends largely on the talent level of the children in the family.

Wang Ai is even more of a believer in the principle of "fists and purses". In troubled times, he uses his fists to protect his purses, and in prosperous times, he uses his purses to support his fists.

An incompetent and mediocre person like Wang Zhong has no sophisticated means. Even if he can seize power for a while, he has no spare energy to protect it.

Yan Huan replied: "It's enough to remove you from the position of the head of the family. As for how to stabilize the situation in the end, it is not something you, an outsider, should worry about."

"Hehe, there's chaos at home, so I won't bother with you. Let's end it early. I have to go back and clean up the mess."

"That's what I mean, too."

"Hehehe..." Wang Ai sneered, and the deep Qi energy slowly spread out with his footsteps. Every time he took a step forward, the soles of his feet created a circle of ripples on the surface of the ink pool.

He restrained his extremely stiff smile and said viciously: "A bunch of idiots who follow the crowd praised you for a few words, and you really think you are a big shot!"

"Today, I will let you know how huge the gap between these seventy years of practice is!"

call!
Wang Ai raised his arm, swung out a gust of wind, and hooked up his five fingers to grab in the air.

"Give me everything you're carrying first!"

Arresting the spirits and sending the generals——

"Come here, you beasts!"

Yan Huan suddenly felt a pulling sensation around his body, as if thousands of ghost hands were tearing and grabbing at him roughly and violently, and his soul began to feel separated.

Wang Ai's level of "recovering spirits and dispatching generals" is far beyond Wang Bing's half-baked level.

“Brother Huan!!!”

The spirit possessed in Yan Huan's body cried out in panic and scratched his shoulders with its little claws, but its long furry tail had already twisted into a wisp of evil spirit.

"It's okay, don't panic."

call--

Yan Huan's pure and clear Qi sea spread out, and the edge of the Qi wave and the edge of the ink pool slowly collided, black and white intersected, causing waves one after another.

After practicing the Heavenly Immortal Sleeping Pill Method passed down by Nanhua Zhenren, Yan Huan's most advanced technique is undoubtedly the "Xiao Yao You" technique.

The sea of ​​Qi spread, and the chain of rules constructed by the Soul Binding Method collapsed and disintegrated. Bai Ling and a group of little foxes fell to the ground, baring their teeth and protesting angrily.

“A means of destroying magic?” Wang Ai’s fat eyes suddenly widened, and he reached out his hand to grab again.

But the elves in the Qi Sea did not react at all, and that pure space seemed to be isolated from the world.

It's fine if he just broke the technique, but he broke the Eight Great Techniques! ?
"Mr. Wang, don't be so surprised. Just wait and see what happens next." Yan Huan imitated Wang Ai's posture and stretched out his hand to grab in the air.

Arresting the spirits and sending the generals——

"Let me see what good things you have collected over the past hundred years!"

Swish!
A gust of cold wind blew, and the evil spirit in Wang Ai's body was forcibly pulled out.

"How can you summon spirits and generals?!"

In his surprise, he actually forgot to use any means to protect the ghost, and watched helplessly as a wisp of cold wind fell into the "Xiao Yao You" territory that Yan Huan had spread out.

The cold wind fell to the ground and transformed into a ghostly creature that looked like an ape. Its lips were as red as cinnabar, its eyes were like mirrors, it had long horns on its head, green fleshy wings on its back, and a leopard-like tail that was shaking behind it.

It is the thunder ghost among all ghosts. This ghost is ferocious and violent. Sometimes he holds an axe, sometimes he holds a stick. He often appears with thunder and guides lightning to hurt people.

"The main attacking ghost is in line with the temperament of Patriarch Wang." Yan said with a smile.

Received.

Wang Ai's eyes were bloodshot and he swung his cane in anger.

"Don't change the subject, why are you summoning spirits and generals?!"

At that time, Feng Tianyang, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, was captured by the Wang family. In order to protect himself, he handed over the complete version of "Capturing Spirits and Dispatching Generals" and made an oath with the then head of the Wang family to pass on the incomplete version to his descendants.

In this world, there can only be two family lines that can "capture spirits and send generals": one is the Wang family, and the other is the Feng family. Moreover, his Wang family will suppress the Feng family from generation to generation.

"You old man are stupid. Feng Tianyang took advantage of the loopholes in the forbidden technique. You and the Wang family have been fooled."

"Shut up! Do you think you have the right to criticize my father?" Wang Ai stroked the ground with one hand, and two strange fish with sharp teeth jumped out from the ink pool and rushed forward.

Snapped!
Yan Huan clapped his hands.

The earth and rocks at the bottom of the ink pool bulged up and turned into hands, replicating Yan Huan's movements and instantly crushing the two ferocious fish into black ink.

go with!
Yan Huan gave an order, and the sound of brisk footsteps flashed in the sea of ​​Qi.

Wang Ai's heart skipped a beat. He frowned and protected his chest.

"You want to steal my things, and all these decades of cultivation will be wasted!"

Plop, plop...

Wang Ai's heartbeat slowed down, and a wisp of Yin energy faded out of his right arm, which then fell into Yan Huan's palm.

Ju Ling dispatches generals!

"Don't lose sight of the big picture, Old Master Wang." Yan Huan spread his hands, and this time what was pulled out from Wang Ai's body was a big green-skinned ghost.

He has a sturdy and strong body, a ferocious face, a wide mouth and big eyes, fangs in his mouth, and horns on his head.

This ghost is called the Fierce Ghost and often lives in the mountains. Some people also regard it as a cannibal or wild ape-man. They will attack people or beasts with a big stick full of nails and eat their flesh and blood.

"Another evil ghost?"

"Thank you, Patriarch Wang." Yan Huan said with a bow.

Received.

"You!" Wang Ai was filled with rage. These powerful and vicious ghosts were specially left by him for his use, but now they were all working for others.

"You are courting death, so you can't blame me!"

Wang Ai stretched out his arms to the left and right, then bent his arms and reached towards his chest, grabbed the two ghosts and started eating them.

These two evil spirits were both from famous families who died in the Jiashen Rebellion. They were controlled by the Wang family and have been kept in good health ever since.

After taking a sip of the "Spirit Subduing Method", Wang Ai's Qi surged, and he took a step with one foot and leaped over at an extremely fast speed.

The ink pool beneath him spread as his master moved, slowly eroding the edge of "Xiao Yao You".

Yan Huan's eyes narrowed, and he discovered that Wang Ai was quite biased in his practice. The strength of his body was completely built up with Qi, just like the Chai School's horizontal training, using Qi to cleanse the body, warm the muscles, and increase the body's toughness.

"Shen Tu Mo Hu!"

Wang Ai pointed with one hand, and ink slowly spread out in the pale empty space around him, which was as white as paper, and in a blink of an eye it was depicted as a mighty and ferocious tiger.

"Lu Shanjun!"

Yan Huan shouted softly, and the spiritual flag fluttered. A white-browed tiger with raised eyes suddenly jumped out and started to fight with the black tiger.

Upon seeing this, Wang Ai drew a line in the blank space with his left hand, and a fire fox with nine tails took shape on the ground. It hissed, and emitted a strange and disturbing sound wave.

"Shen Tu·Monsters of the Mountains and Seas·Nine-tailed Fox!"

Yan Huan whispered, "Hu Meir!"

In an instant, a clear full moon was reflected in the eyes of the nine-tailed fox. A pair of fox claws stretched out from the pupils, crossing left and right, blocking the view.

When the black beast and the spirit were fighting, Wang Ai swung his crutch, which was filled with ghostly spirits, down towards them.

Yan Huan jumped back a few steps, and the pure and clear Qi sea beneath his body was deprived of part of its area, but it was taken back in the blink of an eye. Only a layer of dark ripples appeared where the tip of the crutch landed.

This walking stick can entangle ghosts and confuse people's minds if hit. It is quite similar to the method used by "Quanxing Grave Weeper" who carries a banner to buy water.

All witchcraft in the world has almost the same origin, so Yan Huan was not surprised. When the next attack came, the golden light turned into a blade and collided with Wang Ai's crutch.

boom!
The sound of metal colliding was heard, and Wang Ai opened his eyes slightly, seeing that the wooden body of the crutch was cracked. Before he could stop and escape, he watched the crutch being crushed into powder in the golden light.

"Can you still mobilize the power of the five elements?"

Yan Huan did not reply. He put two fingers together and pointed them at Wang Ai's chest. A bright beam of light shattered his chest cavity, and ink slowly flowed from the round hole in his chest.

The person in front of you is not the real person, but an ink painting clone.

In the blink of an eye, ripples appeared one after another in the ink pool not far away, and more than a dozen "Wang Ai" emerged from the dark surface of the pool one after another, sneering.

The malicious laughter lasted only a few seconds.

Wang Ai saw Yan Huan pinching a ray of golden light and lighting up his pupils, and his face instantly darkened.

"Five Elements Contemplation!?" Possessing a five-element spirit is equivalent to possessing all the spells of the attributes she represents.

"Give me the essence of the five elements!" More than a dozen Wang Ai roared together.

"Okay." Yan Huan replied calmly, golden light condensed into a shape, floating in the sky.

"Give you all!"

"Hundreds of Soldiers Perform Martial Arts: Break the Killing Formation, Go!"

Under the golden pupil, Wang Ai's true body had nowhere to hide. Yan Huan waved his hand and pointed, and thousands of weapons poured out like a torrential rain.

Wang Ai's pupils shrank, and he entered into his ink clone and changed his position back and forth. The ink-and-wash "wilderness" world constructed behind him was on the verge of breaking, and the inky black fragments fell off bit by bit.

Behind the ink world is the more closed "Black Wooden Box" screen wall. The barrier that the wood spirit Bi had just constructed actually collapsed under the ruins of the golden light.

Wang Ai dodged in a panic, his skin aching slightly as it was cut by the golden light.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and it seemed that his estimation of this battle was wrong.

"Sixty percent winning rate, I knew it wouldn't be that easy!"

"If you don't use your best trick, will I fail here?!"

Drink!

Wang Ai roared, and an amber light protected his entire body.

The familiar feeling made Yan Huan stop his actions, and the weapon that appeared behind him disappeared into the air.

Wang Ai had an indifferent expression, half squatting on the ground with both hands immersed in the ink pool. At this time, his gown was full of holes, revealing his disgusting body piled with fat.

"You can do this, so I do have to give you some praise, but that's all."

"I will make you regret being born into this world."

Gurgle, gurgle...

The ink pool gradually boiled under the stimulation of Wang Ai's breath, and black bubbles floated to the surface and then burst.

"You are lucky to have found the legendary Five Elements Essence, but you are not the only one who possesses the legendary item!"

Yan Huan held his breath and fixed his eyes.

This strange and bizarre aura, could it be! ?
"Let me show you my most treasured collection—"

Wang Ai stirred the ink pool with both hands, stirring up a pool of ink.

The madly surging ink was like raging sea waves, rushing straight into the sky and splashing fiercely onto the pale sky above.

The sky gradually became oppressive, with dark clouds intertwining and rolling, and the roar of thunder exploding in the distance was deafening.

A huge amber gem as big as a mountain was suspended in mid-air, protecting Wang Ai behind him. Its deep luster looked like a legendary jade artifact that had been sealed for thousands of years.

But what makes people unable to look away is the unknown things lurking in the dark clouds.

Rumble!
The black clouds rolled and became thicker, eventually merging into a huge vortex. Thunder flashed wildly at the center of the vortex, and every ray of lightning that struck down was like a blade that split the sky, tearing apart the world depicted in ink and wash.

Yan Huan looked intently and saw that in the depths of the vortex, the thick clouds were torn apart by a claw, and then falling down was a dragon claw that seemed to cover half of the sky.

The dragon claw seemed to be made of bronze, as sharp as a knife, carrying an indescribable pressure, and its surface was covered with winding dragon scales.

The dragon claw appeared, and the dark clouds in the sky began to shrink as if being guided, revealing the huge monster entrenched in them -

That's a green dragon!
The length of this green dragon is immeasurable, and its pair of horns alone are like spears piercing the sky. Its dragon whiskers are floating like ink lines dancing in the wind, and its eyes are as blazing as the golden sun, revealing an irresistible pressure.

The dark blue scales look like armor, and the raised bone spurs on the dragon's back extend like mountain ridges. Every time it twists, the surrounding air makes a low roar.

Roar--! ! !
The Azure Dragon opened its mouth and roared, shaking heaven and earth. The surrounding black clouds were instantly dispersed.

Wang Ai spread his arms and signaled the two big guys behind him: "Eight Fraud Gods - Guardian God Liuhe!"

"And there is also the leader of the Eight Deceitful Gods, the God of Tianyi, Zhifu!"

A pair of golden eyes in the air stared at Yan Huan, and the dragon breath that occasionally came out set off waves of heat.

Yan Huan watched carefully, not knowing what to say. Her eyes, which were originally filled with joy, turned cold, and she looked up into the sky blankly and helplessly.

Seeing this, Wang Ai's arrogance soared, and he said with a smile: "Are you scared silly?"

"Frog in the well, let me tell you, this is the guardian spirit beast that has been passed down from generation to generation in my Wang family. It is a spirit that has appeared in the world since the beginning of the world, and is second only to the spirits of the five elements - the Eight Deceitful Gods!"

"Although they are slightly inferior to the Five Elements in status, my Wang family has carefully nurtured them for generations, and they have long been extremely powerful. You have lived for less than 30 years, so to what extent can you exert the power of the Five Elements?"

"Hmm..." Yan Huan was still thinking, and replied in distress: "No, your Eight Deceitful God is not pure!"

Although it is powerful, it is empty and hollow. It has some of the aura of the Eight Divine Powers, but more of it is the traces of magic that has been passed down for thousands of years.

It doesn't look like the real Eight Deceitful Gods, but more like the Wang family ancestor used the power of "Divine Paint" to mix some of the power of the Eight Deceitful Gods. The creation born from this is estimated that even the "authority" represented by the Eight Deceitful Gods cannot be used.

"Is your Wang family's fine tradition to pamper your foolish grandchildren? How can you pass these two things down?"

"Can this thing also be called the Eight Deceitful Gods?"

Tick, tick...

The "value symbol" in the form of a green dragon had ink dripping from it.

Wang Ai was neither annoyed nor angry. As the saying goes, "Summer insects cannot talk about ice." He had nothing to say about these shallow-minded people.

When you die, you will realize how ignorant you were.

A clear and bright voice suddenly flashed through Yan Huan's mind.

"Ohhhh, no wonder..."

Yan Huan seemed to be talking to himself for a few words, then raised his head slightly and said to Wang Ai: "Old Patriarch Wang, please take these two things and don't embarrass yourself here."

"My sister said that with your character, no matter if it's the Five Elements or the Eight Deceitful Gods, one of them will be a waste—"

"They just don't think highly of you."

"You do not deserve."

"You!?" Wang Ai was so angry that he clenched his teeth, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"You are a dying man, yet you dare to speak so shamelessly here!"

"kill him!"

At a command, the green dragon in the sky twisted its body, and with one dragon claw covering the sky and the sun, it crushed down.

Yan Huan stood still, his golden eyes flashing, neither hiding nor escaping, black smoke floating behind him, as if a narrow crack had been opened in the void.

In the boundless chaotic gap, a tiger claw with white fur and black stripes suddenly stretched out and pushed out with the dragon claw.

A dragon roar was heard, but before its might could spread, it was drowned out by the tiger's roar.

The green dragon was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a pain in its body. A white tiger with golden eyes jumped out from the black fog, biting the dragon's body and pulling it down from the air.

Just as Yan Huan guessed, the body of "Zhi Fu" is more than two or three times larger than that of the White Tiger, but its strength is less than half of that of the White Tiger.

It is a crude copy that is superficial and flashy without substance.

All this happened so suddenly that Wang Ai was completely stunned.

The ancestral guardian beast was pulled down from the air like an earthworm.

Moreover, the white tiger was majestic and domineering, with a fierce aura, and a murderous aura that was difficult to describe in words and could almost be seen with the naked eye.

"What...what is this?" Wang Ai shook his head in disbelief, his heart aching repeatedly.

Envy, jealousy, desire, unwillingness... coupled with fear, countless feelings rushed into my heart.

Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the forehead of the white tiger with the black pattern of the word "王" on it, with his chin supported by half his arm, looking down at Wang Ai below.

"Eight Fraud Gods, the real thing, you've never seen one before, right?"

"Give me···"

"what?"

“Give it to me!” Wang Ai screamed hysterically, “I asked you to give Him to me!”

"Mine, it's mine! Give me the Eight Deceitful Gods! Give me the Essence of the Five Elements!"

boom!
Wang Ai didn't care and drove the fake "Liuhe" amber gem over like a bulldozer.

"In this world, as long as I want it, there is nothing I can't get! There is nothing in this world that my Wang family can't get. My father, my grandfather, and my great-grandfather all said... As long as I want it, as long as I want it..."

"Old Patriarch Wang, you have been possessed by a demon." Yan Huan said with a smile.

"Give me that thing!" His eyes were filled with greed and inner demons, and were dyed redder than blood.

Yan Huan slowly got up and stood up: "This disgusting and shameless energy has also been passed down from generation to generation?"

"Wang Ai! Today I will let you see how many things there are in this world that you cannot even get!"

(End of this chapter)