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

Chapter 350: Stay out of the Wu and God's business
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling...

The two sound waves collided violently in the air, causing the air to distort and burst into layers of ripples.

The ripples spread layer by layer, carrying the residual power of the sound waves, rolling in all directions like a tide. Yan Huan's side quickly overwhelmed the other side, and their momentum was like a rainbow, crushing the remaining power of the Soul-Shaking Bell in Ma Xianhong's hand.

The huge impact caused the ground to raise dust and gravel to shoot out like sharp arrows. Dust and gray smoke suddenly rose up all around.

Ma Xianhong only felt a huge force suddenly rushing towards him, hitting his soul directly, as if it was going to tear his soul out of his body.

His face suddenly changed, his heart trembled violently, and he hurriedly took several steps back to keep a safe distance, trying his best to calm his trembling soul.

Ma Xianhong shook his head desperately, finally pulling consciousness back into his mind, and barely took a breath, his eyes full of panic and confusion.

Yan Huan stood leisurely in the center of the smoke and dust, gently shaking the soul-calming bell in his hand. He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on Ma Xianhong like a cold star.

Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth and said, "How can a low-grade magical weapon be compared with the creation of 'Shen Ji Bai Lian'?"

"Isn't this a win?" Yan Huan turned the bell nonchalantly.

The quality of a tool is not only determined by the level of refining, but also by who is using it.

"Old Ma, since you have already refined the Three Treasures Beads to protect your body, why don't you make a magical instrument to protect your mind and soul? Is it because you can't make it, or is there someone who doesn't want you to do it?"

"Ok?"

Ma Xianhong's heart trembled, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he was slightly stunned.

His brows were furrowed and his lips moved. Perhaps he was upset by the ringing of the bell and his head began to ache again.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the drifting dust slowly dissipated.

Even though he felt a little surprised, the grim situation at the foot of the mountain made it impossible for Ma Xianhong to calm down.

"Koraakuro!"

At Lao Ma's command, a magical weapon shaped like a dancing lion's head flew into the air, opened its big mouth, and a shock wave like a lion's roar spread out.

The ice crystal ring on Yan Huan's thumb flashed, and the strong power of the eight gods of the "Nine Earths" covered his whole body.

The Lion's Roar Technique penetrated fiercely, only ruffling a few strands of Yan Huan's hair.

At the same time, the ground beneath Yan Huan's feet suddenly cracked, and gray-white hands with a plastic texture quickly stretched out from the ground and tightly grasped his ankles.

There was a strange red line wrapped around the back of the hands, and the knuckles were stiff and twisted. Then a white puppet with three red beads embedded in its face poked its head out from the ground. Its eyes were empty but cold, and it trapped Yan Huan without a word.

"Come out." Yan Huan's voice was as indifferent as usual, and he just uttered two words softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the white puppet hiding in the ground was suddenly pulled, and the surrounding soil quickly bulged up as if it had life, like a huge palm, holding the white puppet up steadily.

As it was spinning and tumbling in the air, a cold light flashed in its hand, and a sharp sword energy condensed and rushed straight towards Yan Huan.

boom!
The sword energy appeared like thunder and passed through the air, but only made a loud bang like metal hitting stone.

Yan Huan remained motionless, blocking the deadly sword energy, and stretched out his right hand to grab Bai Ou's face.

Three red beads flickered slightly on his fingertips.

"Good dog."

Some of the vitality of the universe flowed through the gaps between the fingertips and poured into the white puppet's body.

In a flash, the white puppet's joints and the complex mechanisms inside its body began to make "crunching" sounds.

The stiff body suddenly became soft, and white hair grew out of it like spring water. The originally cold puppet body instantly became warm and lively.

But in just a few seconds, a small and cute white Pomeranian landed lightly on the ground. Its round body and snow-white hair shone softly in the moonlight, and its tail wagged happily.

It stuck out its pink tongue and stared at Yan Huan with its big watery dark eyes. It looked at Yan Huan innocently and even rubbed his ankle coquettishly.

Yan Huan held the puppy in her arms and gently combed its soft fur with her fingers.

His eyes wandered, and his voice was indifferent: "Sure enough, compared to cold magic weapons, I still prefer things with flesh and blood..."

"Rebirth from the dead!" Ma Xianhong widened his eyes.

With such means, there is no one else like him, not only in China, but also in the world.

Not only that, in Lao Ma's cognition, a group of guys in the alchemy system tried the forbidden human body alchemy and life alchemy, and their end was tragic.

"You are a witch who should follow the laws of nature, but you openly do something that goes against the will of heaven. Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Ma Xianhong shouted angrily.

"God's punishment? That's a family matter between God and me. Village Chief Ma, don't worry about it." Yan Huan half squatted down and pushed the little Pomeranian's butt. The dog immediately found a big tree and hid quietly.

"Why! Why you?!"

"I tolerated those people down the mountain, but why do you treat me like this?"

The thief!
A magical weapon shaped like an iron ball flew out, and the iron ball opened, revealing a black interior with a red Qi pattern in the middle.

As the "Thieving Beast" approached, Yan Huan felt the Qi in his body being continuously drained away. As the distance got closer, the force of the absorption became more and more obvious. "Your Qi has a limit, but I won't burst it for you."

Yan Huan jumped up and gently tapped the iron ball magic weapon with his palm. A white dove flapped its wings and flew into the air.

“This…” Ma Xianhong took a few steps back.

The Soul-Shaking Bell could not be used, and the only magical instruments left on his body were the Three Treasure Beads for body protection and the "Devouring Sac" for storing magical instruments.

The harassment at the foot of the mountain was still going on, the shouting continued to pour into Lao Ma's ears, four minutes had long passed, and the communication with Qiu Rang was disconnected.

Ma Xianhong stared at Yan Huan without saying a word.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only one in this world who was beyond common sense, and the complexity of the methods of the person in front of him far exceeded the internal channels of any magic weapon he had ever refined.

···
The contact was cut off, and Qiu Rang at the foot of the mountain began to panic.

He knew Master Ma very well. If he said four minutes, he would definitely not drag it out to four minutes and one second. Now that he has not shown up yet, he must have encountered some accident.

"Those who don't get the protective vest should leave immediately, taking the women and those guys who have not been in the village for long." Qiu Rang ordered from the side.

"If Biyou Village can survive this catastrophe, I will welcome you back anytime, so don't feel any psychological burden..."

After these words were spoken, some of the weaker ones hesitated for a moment and began to walk towards the foot of the mountain in a dusty manner.

Opposite Qiu Rang was the dull-faced Old Meng and the smiling Wang Zhenqiu.

There were many people lying around the bastard's feet, all of them with flushed faces, eyes rolled back, hot sweat dripping from their foreheads, their lips and teeth slightly parted, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, a real look of Aheiyan.

“Qiu'er...what are you doing..." Old Meng glanced at the bottom of his feet and dodged a trembling hand that was reaching out to him.

"Hehe, I once learned from Tongbi Jingang, but their moves were too violent and did not suit my personality, so I improved them a little bit."

"We don't seek destruction, we only focus on controlling the force. We inject a small amount of force into the opponent's body. This force will vibrate the various glands in the opponent's body at a subtle frequency to make them secrete..."

The asshole spread his hands and said, "To put it simply, they were just delighted."

The name of the move is: Love Massage.

"Cough cough cough..." After listening to Wang Zhenqiu's explanation, several people wearing protective vests started coughing and stood in front of Qiu Rang to protect him.

"Master Qiu Rang, this man is very dangerous, leave him to me." He stole a glance at his companion who was floating in ecstasy and intoxicated on the ground, and it was harder to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up than with AK.

"Hey! You idiot, if you have anything to say, come to me!"

"Come on! Come at me if you can!"

"Huh?" Wang Zhenqiu was stunned.

Depend on!
How come you look so expectant...

While he was thinking, a group of people attacked him. Wang Zhenqiu jumped up and a subtle force went along his forehead and penetrated into the man's body.

"Ah yeah~ah ah~" the man let out a long ecstatic moan, "It really feels so good~"

The people surrounding him swallowed their saliva and swarmed forward.

"Let my brother go, come at me if you dare!"

The bastard curled his lips in displeasure and started running away.

"Why do I feel like I was cheated by my own massage..."

Qiu Rang and Lao Meng, who were standing by, looked at the noisy group of people and ran over to them, and started a confrontation again.

"You are the only one left, Master Beast."

"Effortless waste."

Lao Meng pushed his glasses awkwardly and said, "I heard that you were beaten badly by the animals under Master Yan..."

"Woo..." Qiu Rang felt aggrieved, "He is he, and you are you! If you really want to be awesome, then summon the ancient beast for me!"

"Hehehe... this kid... is an ancient mythical beast." Old Meng wiped the sweat from his cheeks and recalled an old story.

He had actually seen this "ancient mythical beast" in the desert of the northwest.

However, the beastmaster uses Qi to communicate with the creatures of the five realms, and the difficulty of communication increases in direct proportion to the level of intelligence.

Until the primates, Lao Meng could no longer communicate. The creatures in the desert were much more intelligent than ordinary monkeys. He was simply unable to communicate with them. In the end, he could only watch them disappear into the yellow sand.

"Sometimes I envy Master Yan..." Old Meng smiled.

Because of his dull and rigid personality, there were not many younger generations who were polite to Old Meng. At this moment, he thought that if Yan Huan was willing, it might be a good idea to invite him to the northwest.

He also wanted to see this "ancient mythical beast" in detail...
(End of this chapter)