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

Chapter 380: Wang Ai goes crazy, Yan Huan displays all his weapons

Rumble!
Wang Ai drove the fake "Liuhe" forward with a bang, and its power was unstoppable.

"Liuhe" pushed the ink pool forward at a rapid speed, with waves of ink following one after another.

But at this moment, Wang Ai noticed something was wrong.

"Why did I say those things?"

"I'm high!"

Wang Ai's raised eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stared at the white tiger in front of him that was emitting murderous intent.

I've heard that the Eight Deceitful Gods can hold some "authority", but I didn't expect it to be true. My mind and soul have been affected without me even realizing it!

"Then could it be that my family heirloom is...real or fake?!"

Wang Ai clenched his teeth, and the few remaining yellow and rotten old teeth broke and were swallowed directly into his stomach.

"It's come to this point, there's no way to stop."

"After all, the chance of winning is 60%. If we don't give it a try, how can we survive the life-and-death situation?"

boom!
The power of "Liuhe" only paused for a moment, and then gathered all its strength to crush forward.

"Liuhe" is born in the East as Yi Wood, and is the god of protection. Even though it is a creation inherited from "Shen Tu", it is also mixed with the original power of the Eight Fraud Gods. The amber gem is hard and heavy, and unstoppable.

Wang Ai mobilized all the Qi in his body and poured it all into the gem.

"Wake it up for me!"

At a command, the amber gem spun into the air, emitting a dazzling golden-brown light.

"Go to hell!" Wang Ai roared with a hideous smile, and the amber gem fell to the ground like a meteorite, with the force of creating the world, and smashed straight towards Yan Huan.

As it fell, the space was compressed and a low sound of wind was heard.

The wind was blowing wildly, and before the gem came close, the ink pool slowly spread out, and the ground under the ink had been cracked into a spider web shape.

Just as the blow that could destroy the ink world was about to strike, Yan Huan remained motionless.

He simply raised one hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.

boom!
The gem hit Yan Huan's palm with a loud bang. The world was silent for a moment, and the passage of time seemed to freeze.

The amber gem was unexpectedly stopped by a single hand. The huge impact force transformed into countless air waves in the palm of the hand and surged in all directions. The earthquake caused cracks to appear everywhere, but Yan Huan's figure stood like a mountain, motionless at all.

"Liuhe" stopped in his hand, and the bright light it emitted gradually dimmed.

"How is this possible!" Wang Ai's pupils suddenly shrank. No matter how much Qi he injected, he could not move forward a single step.

At this moment, the ice crystal ring on Yan Huan's finger emitted layers of cold air, and a huge female figure appeared behind him.

Like Liuhe, there are also eight deceitful gods who are responsible for the main defense - the firm god Jiudi!

"And... there is a second one?" Wang Ai screamed tremblingly, unable to tell what he felt.

"Wang Ai, open your eyes and see clearly!" Yan Huan shouted angrily, and the white tiger moved as he wished.

He did not make any unnecessary movements. He simply raised his tiger claws that were gleaming with cold light and swung them lightly towards the amber gem.

"Om-"

The air made a low rumble.

The amber gem that was as big as a mountain suddenly trembled violently, and tiny cracks appeared from the center.

Then, the cracks expanded wildly like ice cracks, covering the entire surface of the gem in an instant.

"Liuhe" became dim and no longer had its previous violent momentum. It even seemed a little shaky as it floated in the air.

"This... this is impossible... one hit..." Wang Ai was stunned, staring at the cracked amber gem in disbelief, his gown soaked with cold sweat.

The White Tiger did not pursue the victory. Instead, he roared like thunder, and then he and Jiudi disappeared into the narrow gap where the Yin Qi gathered.

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the chaotic and boundless crack began to stir again.

The mighty god Jiutian.

"Wow—!"

A long, high-pitched and domineering cry was heard, and the sound waves spread in all directions. The cracks on the surface of "Liuhe" were completely awakened, spreading to every corner at an unstoppable speed.

With a "bang", the entire amber gem as huge as a mountain exploded into countless fragments, turning into golden-brown light dust flying in the air.

The owner of the long cry finally showed up - it was a bird spirit with red flames and red feathers. Its eyes showed a brutality and arrogance that kept strangers away. The domineering aura surrounding it made people's minds shake.

The third one!
In the distance, Wang Ai was shocked by the sound and his face turned pale, with his facial features distorted.

He covered his ears and staggered backwards. Suddenly his knees went weak and he fell to the ground.

"Value symbol!"

"Come and protect the master!"

The bitten Qinglong shook his head and struggled to fly up from the ground. Before he could soar into the sky, a heavy fist with a steel wristband came down on his head.

"The Protective God, Taiyin." Yan Huan whispered.

With a dragon roar, the Azure Dragon shook his head, and the "Taiyin" that was pressing on his body instantly dissipated into moonlight. A huge turtle carrying a black snake on its back fell from the sky and landed on the Azure Dragon's long body with great force.

"The God of Thieves, Xuanwu."

The green dragon opened its long mouth, spat out a few mouthfuls of inky black blood, twisted its body and flew up in a panic. At this time, the Black Tortoise had long disappeared, replaced by swirling black clouds in the sky.

Inside, something sinister seems to be brewing.

Wang Ai looked up and trembled. A snake pupil opened from the dark cloud, and his eyes were cold and chilly, revealing all the fear and terror in the world.

A huge black snake covered with jet-black scales slowly emerged from the clouds.

"hiss--"

The giant snake spat out a scarlet tongue and slowly opened its mouth. The dark abyss bloomed in its mouth, and the next moment, a ball of black and purple evil fire gushed out from its throat.

The evil fire rushed towards the Azure Dragon like a torrent. It let out a painful dragon roar and struggled frantically with its huge body. The dragon scales quickly melted and cracked in the flames, and the originally dazzling blue light became extremely dim.

"boom!"

The flames roared and burned wantonly. The dragon body that was big enough to look down on this small world was quickly reduced to ashes in the flames. The huge existence was completely wiped out, leaving only a dark hole.

With a breath of evil fire, the ink-and-wash world completely collapsed, and the two returned to the foot of the Qunling Mountain. The spring breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers was accompanied by a slight smell of ink.

Wang Ai's energy was about to run out, and he used his last resort, and the outcome was decided.

Yan Huan sat on the ground, holding his chin with one hand and pointing to the sky with the other: "The God of Deceit, Teng Snake."

"Six...six?"

Six and eight deceitful gods!
Wang Ai's mind was blank, and the only sound that seemed to remain in his ears was the malicious smile of the master of divination.

"That old beggar lied to me! That old beggar lied to me! How could he have a 60% chance of winning?"

"I'm going to kill his grandson!"

Wang Ai was so frightened by the scene before him that he lost control of his body. He staggered, turned around suddenly, and ran away.

His heart was beating like a drum, and all he could hear was his own rapid breathing. He completely ignored the breath of the black-scaled snake behind him.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, his forehead hit the thick tree trunk hard, causing his vision to go black.

This tree is the one where Wang Bing was hung in the past.

The Teng Snake Division of the Eight Deceitful Gods is frightened by strange things, and those who are watched by him will be haunted by nightmares and hallucinations. At this time, Wang Ai rubbed his forehead, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a strange scene.

His precious great-grandson was hanging firmly in the air by a bunch of inky black vines.

"Grandpa... save me!" Wang Bing's voice came softly, hoarse and broken, with a certain heart-pounding sense of disharmony.

His face was as pale as a piece of tattered white paper, and his dry lips were opening and closing with difficulty.

Wang Ai froze in his tracks, his lips trembling: "Bing'er, you...how could you..."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Bing suddenly shrank like a deflated balloon. His skin deflated along his bones. A crack appeared on his dry lips, and he let out a strange laugh that made one's scalp tingle.

Then, his eye sockets sunken and half-closed eyes suddenly opened. There was nothing inside, only the dark deep holes staring straight at Wang Ai.

"Master, it's too late. Will you come and keep me company?"

"After all, Grandpa loves me the most!"

The vines suddenly shrank, and Wang Bing collapsed like mud, his skin peeling off piece by piece, revealing the white bones underneath.

As the rotten flesh dripped, it had a strange sticky feeling and hit the tree trunks with a "crunch", then fell to the ground piece by piece, some even hitting Wang Ai directly on the face.

"what!!!"

Wang Ai finally couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He reached out his hand to wipe his face with trembling hands, but the more he wiped, the more bugs appeared. Little black bugs began to wriggle out of the rotten flesh, twisting wildly at his fingertips and burrowing into his skin.

The dry bones fell from the vines with a "crack", hit the ground, and then broke into powder and were instantly absorbed by the ground, as if they had never existed.

Wang Ai knelt on the ground limply, his pupils unfocused, and he murmured, "Illusion! This is all fake, you can't fool me!"

"You can't fool me!" Wang Ai turned back angrily, his eyes falling on Yan Huan who was sitting on the ground.

A ball of colorful light spread out behind Yan Huan, enveloping her in an ethereal and dreamy atmosphere.

Wang Ai froze in place and almost forgot to breathe.

He saw a graceful figure in white clothes as white as snow, like a pearl falling from the sky, dazzling but not glaring, pure as the bright moon, so clean that it did not belong to this turbid world.

That beauty cannot be described with ordinary words.

All this deeply hurt Wang Ai.

"The Essence of the Five Elements! The Eight Deceitful Gods! Ahhhhh!" His heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling, and he felt his throat was dry, as if there was dust blocking his throat.

"Why? Why did they choose you?" Wang Ai growled hoarsely, his voice full of jealousy and resentment.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Wang Ai roared at the top of his lungs, madness written all over his eyes, tears and saliva rolling down his cheeks.

Crawling a few steps and stretching out his hand, Wang Ai's fingertips trembled as they reached out towards the faint light, but he did not dare to actually touch it.

In that glow there was a pair of arrogant and cold eyes, looking at him with contempt and disdain, with a hint of disgust in the eyes, as if it had seen something disgusting and filthy.

This pain of not getting what you want is even more painful than killing him.

While suppressing his palpitations, Wang Ai raised his hand and used his nearly emptied Qi Sea to perform the final “Spirit Constraint and General Dispatching” move...

Nothing happened.

Yan Huan was silent for a moment, stood up from the ground, walked forward a few steps, and stopped in front of Wang Ai.

He bent down and whispered in Wang Ai's ear: "Let me tell you why."

(End of this chapter)