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

Chapter 225: The Great Shaman of Liangshan, born and raised by nature, the art of chaos
"I killed him." Lao Duo didn't argue at all. He raised his head and stared at the ghost, then asked Yan Huan, "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not scared, I just want to ask the reason." Yan Huan replied.

"The revenge for killing my wife, the hatred for taking my son away."

Yan Huan thought for a moment, then took a step forward and bowed, "Old Senior is not nameless, but surnamed Feng."

There are three clans left in the world of "Capture the Spirits and Send the Generals", the Feng family and his son from the Tianxia Group, the Wang family that was seized from Feng Tianyang, and Yan Huan's father Feng Yunyi who left behind a treasure.

This Lao Duo is in Liangshan and is the owner of the "Ju Ling Qian Jiang" skill. So his identity can only be Feng Tianyang, whose life or death is currently unknown, or his elder brother Feng Tiansheng.

"Huh?" Lao Duo was stunned, the hostility above his head almost condensed into substance, "The investigation is quite clear. After so many years, I almost forgot my name."

"Are you here for my stupid brother's stuff again?"

"People's hearts are bad, people's hearts are bad!" Lao Duo scratched his ears and cheeks, and his head twitched as if he had paralysis.

"Take it!"

In an instant, hundreds of ghosts in the cemetery moved at the sound, and the dark energy that covered the sky and the sun almost crushed over like a tide.

The roaring sounds, the shrill growls, the heart-wrenching cries, like a torrent from hell, swept across the entire Liangshan secret realm.

Those sounds seemed to not only echo in my ears, but also tear through the depths of Ganshan Mountain, shaking every inch of land. Countless twisted claws intertwined into a web, scratching downwards without any rules. The hideous faces kept changing with disgusting distortions, distorted and chaotic, disordered and crazy...

"Stupid brother?"

"It seems that this old man is my legendary great grandfather."

"Is this the command of a hundred ghosts gained by practicing sexual skills for ninety years?"

From this perspective, the fight between the king and Feng Xingtong's elf at the Luotian Grand Ceremony is not even a game of house.

Faced with this depressing and suffocating momentum, Yan Huan could have just shouted "Master" and let it go, but at the critical moment he had evil thoughts.

In Yan Huan's opinion, he has obtained four of the five elements. In the depths of his soul, there are Teng Snake and White Tiger sitting, and there are fox spirits and weasels on his body. There are ghosts such as thief ghosts, fox ghosts, and pipa ghosts in his banners. Judging from his configuration, he has long been among the top sorcerers in the world.

However, his major flaw is that his "life" skills accumulated over time are insufficient, and there is an upper limit to the Five Elements and Spirit Controlling Techniques he can bear.

After all, there are twelve hours in a day, and the time that can be used is very limited. In the practice of "sexual energy", it is most taboo to advance rashly to a state of greed. One can only climb step by step in the experience of worldly life and the contemplation of the mind. Even if one is gifted, it is difficult to climb a mountain step by step and cross several realms at will.

Yan Huan knew very well that he was now absolutely qualified to fight against the older generation of extraordinary people. Even if he faced the older generation's top masters such as Lu Ci and Wang Ai, with his four-line magic, he could retreat unscathed after the fight and win by changing his tactics.

Furthermore, even the old Taoist priest cannot guarantee that he can defeat me in a short period of time.

But Yan Huan also knew that life is not all about running away, and one would have to face those deep-water whirlpools one day.

"There's no rush to cultivate. After all, people will grow up."

It is naive to have such an idea, because one never knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

What if tomorrow, I’m going to face some old monsters?

For this reason, Yan Huan had to figure out how the difference in life cultivation would be reflected in the performance of strength.

And now there is a great opportunity.

Feng Tiansheng, Feng Tianyang's elder brother, his great-grandfather, was the owner of one of the Eight Great Skills, "Juling Spirits and Sent Generals". He was an old man who escaped unscathed from the turbulence of the Jiashen Rebellion and survived to this day.

It is absolutely perfect for fighting trials.

The old man is angry now and will not hold back. And if he really can't control himself, Yan Huan still has the relationship with him as "Grandpa". By then, these two words will be like safe words. If something is wrong, he will stop once he shouts them out.

"call--"

Yan Huan let out a long sigh, "Fire element added to the body, Flowing Fire Arrow."

Instantly, Yan Huan's arms were wrapped in billowing flames, which gradually condensed into an amorphous longbow in his hands.

In the darkness that covered the sky with gloomy air, there was only a glimmer of light from the fire.

Yan Huan gathered all his strength and pulled, and the flaming arrow suddenly flew off the string and shot towards the thousands of ghost shadows that were gathered by the negative energy.

The fiery arrows rushed forward with a heat that tore through the air.

In an instant, fire arrows exploded among the group of ghosts, and the scorching flames spread rapidly, engulfing everything around like purgatory lava.

However, those ghosts were not afraid at all. Their evil bodies remained as steady as rocks in the face of the flames, as if they had no sense of the burning. Their faces were distorted, and they allowed the scorching flames to rage around them.

"Using your Yin body to resist Yang fire, you are worthy of being the master!" "Fire Spirit Swimming Light·Sun Shooting Spear!"

Yan Huan stared at the group of ghosts, and all the fire from the longbow gathered in his palm, eventually turning into a spear and being thrown out.

call out!
"Break it for me!"

The flames tore through the barrier formed by the ghosts. Yan Huan looked closely and found that Feng Tiansheng on the opposite side had disappeared without a trace.

Just as he was feeling confused, a bald man covered with age spots suddenly emerged from the evil spirits gathered by the ghosts.

Wandering soul?

There was a devilish smile on Feng Tiansheng's wrinkled face, and the cold blade formed by the evil spirit in his hand was pointing directly at the back of Yan Huan's neck.

puff!

With a sharp cracking sound, Yan Huan's body exploded into a ball of water under the fierce attack and disappeared into thin air.

"The power of nature, water escape technique." Feng Tiansheng murmured in a low voice with a hint of praise, "I underestimated you."

"He turned into water and escaped before I could hit him. Did he know that my sword was aimed at the soul?"

"You are a sorcerer, and you have a spirit possessed by you... this is..."

Feng Tiansheng's eyes lit up. The fire was clean and pure, blending the breath of karmic fire and encompassing the essence of the fire of heaven and earth. Just one look at it would make a wizard who knew the way sink into it...
"This is... the essence of the five elements!"

Feng Tiansheng's hands trembled slightly as he reached towards Yan Huan. Because of the difference in perspective, it seemed as if he could hold Yan Huan's tiny figure in his hands with just a clench of his hands.

"The dream of all wizards in the world, the essence of the five elements! The essence of the five elements, the essence of the five elements, the essence of the five elements, the essence of the five elements..."

"The essence of the five elements that Yun Yi has been looking for!"

"Ahhhhhh!" Feng Tiansheng screamed in pain, his mind in a mess. Bloody scenes flashed before his eyes. There were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. There were his wife and children who were forced to death by their own people, and his own people who were killed by him.

Snapped!
Feng Tiansheng slapped himself hard, "You shouldn't have done that, old man! Have you forgotten what happened in the clan?"

"You shouldn't have done that! You deserve to die! How could you rashly want to kill someone just because of the treasure they were holding? What's the difference between you and those people?"

Yan Huan stood on the highest tombstone in the cemetery, looking at his great-grandfather in confusion.

"What's going on here?"

"I didn't use the Heart Demon Tribulation."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Feng Tiansheng kept slapping himself until his cheeks were swollen and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"okay!"

"Stop it, Grandpa!" Yan Huan jumped over and held the old man's hand. "That's enough, stop hitting me, Grandpa!"

"You...what did you say? Why did you call me?" Feng Tiansheng looked up in confusion and grabbed Yan Huan's shoulders.

"I am Feng Yunyi's son." Yan Huan said.

"Son of Yun Yi, Yun Yi...but what's your last name..." Feng Tiansheng's pupils trembled, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! You took your mother's last name, you took Xuan girl's last name, that's right, that's right!"

“My great-grandson!” Feng Tiansheng hugged Yan Huan tightly, seeming to be crying and laughing, “Hahaha! My great-grandson! My precious grandson Yun Yi’s son! Hahaha, the essence of the five elements!”

"Grandpa, don't be like this. Can you tell me what happened first?" The sudden abnormality made Yan Huan a little at a loss as to what to do.

Feng Tiansheng stood up tremblingly and ran into the circle of graves almost crazily.

"Xiao Huan, look, more than a hundred lives of the Liangshan shamans, young and old, are all gone."

"In 1944, during the Jiashen Rebellion, the Eight Wonders, because of the damned magic your great uncle brought, people's hearts became corrupted, your great-grandmother died, your second grandfather died! Later, all the witches of my generation were killed by me!"

Feng Tiansheng howled and circled the graves, stumbling to a short and flat tombstone.

"They forced my wife and children to death, so I killed their wives and children. Such a young child, I pinched her lightly with my hands, and she died before she even had time to cry... Master, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

"The art of creating chaos, the art of creating chaos! Human greed is a huge hole that can never be filled..."

thump!
Feng Tiansheng suddenly knelt on the ground, and his crazy howling gradually turned into low whimpering.

"They are all the same kind of people, they all deserve to die... Because of the essence of the five elements, I have murderous intentions towards my great-grandson..."

(End of this chapter)