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

Chapter 391: Killing and Raising White Tigers, Blood River Formation Rises Again

Chu Lan has a sinister personality, which makes him a perfect match for the ghost thief Xuhua who hides in the dark.

Baoer has a pure and clear mind, which can enable the little white spirit who consumes incense and believes in it to exert its power to the maximum extent.

Lu Linglong practiced the Quanzhen method, and Lu Lin used the "Threefold Reverse Life". The physical strength of the brother and sister was guaranteed, assisted by the evil spirits Thunder Ghost and Shadow Ghost.

That way, everything is ready to go.

"Everyone, I wish you good luck in martial arts." Yan Huan's body gradually dissipated, and a cloud of smoke floated up into the air and rushed into the sky filled with roaring sounds.

Li Muxuan scratched his ears and looked up into the sky.

"I've already told you that this spirit possession has hidden dangers, why are you all so happy? Aren't you afraid of becoming a puppet controlled by others?"

Zhang Chulan's voice came over: "If it was given by someone else, I really wouldn't dare to use it, but this person's method, there is no need to be taboo about it."

"Huh?" Li Muxuan looked around. The presence was clearly nearby, but he couldn't find Zhang Chulan.

"Has witchcraft developed to this extent in the past few decades?"

"Hehe...only his witchcraft has reached this level." Zhang Chulan smiled easily. The feeling of being out of other people's sight was really great.

From childhood to adulthood, I have been hiding for nearly twenty years, living like a rat in a gutter. I have pretended to be a grandson for so long, but my heart has never been as open as it is now.

I am standing here openly, but no one can detect my trace.

"Hmph. This is a good thing. Come on, it's time to work. Come with me to protect Nathan." Li Muxuan flicked his robe, turned and walked towards the direction of the royal city.

Rumble!
Behind the group of "Nadoutong" drones came the "Behemoth" helicopters. The propellers made a loud wing sound, and containers loaded with armed soldiers were dropped onto the shore of the island one by one.

Yan Huan turned into black mist that filled the sky. He saw a huge crowd of people pouring into the woods and heading straight for the royal city of Nason Island.

Nathan originated from the primitive jungle of the ancient Luo era. Even after a thousand years of exile, the most primitive life and forest rules are still preserved here, with free growth, reproduction, struggle and death...

There are markets for exchanging resources, carnival parks where criminals gather, royal cities and gods' people... but everyone lives under a common law, that is, "the strong prey on the weak."

Within the kingdom, there will be repeated killings for the throne. The completely unrestrained people of God, apart from the "sacred tree", only worship power. Only the strong can gain dignity.

The descendants of Nathan grew up under the protection of the "sacred tree", and those who died of Nathan became nutrients for the tree. They were born and grew up here, and the cycle of life and death repeated itself. On the surface, everything seemed smooth and natural.

The premise of this natural stability is the "sacred tree" which is the core.

A supreme masterpiece of witchcraft that concentrates many consciousnesses, harvests the faith of the gods and people and bestows blessings. When the gods and people choose to submit to the "sacred tree", the general direction of their life is determined.

The "sacred tree" is undoubtedly a fairyland, but it is a fairyland that deprives people of their personal beliefs and free will.

Because of this, Yan Huan could not identify with this kind of "nature" and could not feel sympathy for what happened on Nason Island.

The reason why he is still here has nothing to do with the fate of Nasen Island, but he just wants to witness the collision of traditional magic and modern technology with his own eyes.

boom!
The artillery fire spread from the edge of the island and moved closer to the central royal city.

Zhang Chulan hid in a depression with complex terrain, carefully observing the battle situation.

Behemoth's combat soldiers prepared special weapons to deal with aliens. Even if no one could see Zhang Chulan's figure clearly, it was not easy to avoid all bullets to prevent accidental injuries.

"This level of fire suppression is really hard to deal with." Li Muxuan leaned against a trench-like depression. Just as he raised his hand, Feng Baobao, with white hair and fox ears, jumped out with a gun.

"Oh, you're going to purchase supplies." Li Muxuan glanced at the heavy submachine gun.

"I'll just stand there and they'll hand the gun to me." Feng Baobao threw the gun in his hand.

Li Muxuan held the dark and cold gun and looked at it back and forth: "Uh... this thing is completely different from what we had back then..."

Feng Baobao pointed to the battlefield ahead, where bullets were flying everywhere, and said, "I'll suppress the fire, and you guys go through."

"Oh!" The remaining four responded in unison.

Bang bang bang!
A new force intervened in the battle between Behemoth and the Nathan Guards.

"There are guns on the other side too!?"

The fully armed soldier looked up in confusion, looked around carefully, and fell to the ground the next second. "Don't show your head so easily, idiot!"

Another person shouted, only to find that the fallen soldier had no wounds at all.

"What's going on? Is this another unknown ability?"

Plop, plop...

Ok?
The man stared at his chest in confusion and realized something was wrong. The heartbeat had disappeared!
thump!
He fell heavily.

Zhang Chulan, hiding in the dark, clenched his right hand, and his palm was beating rhythmically, as if beating a drum.

"It's amazing. In addition to avoiding sight, you can even see the perfect path to steal something from the enemy. You can also visualize a series of physiological phenomena such as heartbeat and breathing..."

"Brother Huan, what kind of evil spirits have you raised on your body?"

Zhang Chulan's Adam's apple moved. What made him even more awed was that Yan Huan would not lend out his most powerful spirit. This spiritual creature that he couldn't guess was probably just an ordinary item in the spirit flag.

Rumble!
As Zhang Chulan was thinking, thunder roared in his ears. Thousands of white lights twisted and meandered down hideously. After screaming, several Behemoth soldiers were burned black in the thunderstorm.

Several bolts of lightning exploded around him, shattering the rocks at his feet.

"My dear aunt, please be careful!"

Lu Linglong was stunned when she heard Zhang Chulan's voice. She retracted the lightning in her palm, shrugged helplessly and spread her hands.

"That can't be helped. I can't see you either."

"The battlefield is like this. There is no teammate protection mechanism. You can't let me give up the most efficient AOE skill to clear soldiers, right?"

Zhang Chulan swallowed his anger and quickly jumped a few steps away, creating a safe distance between himself and Lu Linglong.

On the other side, Yan Huan flapped his wings and stopped in the air. The encirclement of war below him was rapidly approaching the royal city with unstoppable momentum. However, just after the central "sacred tree" blossomed and covered the entire island, the confrontation between Behemoth and Nason Island entered a stalemate.

The roar of war, the interweaving of blood and flesh, the rising smoke and bloody smell stirred Yan Huan's mind.

"Do you like these things?" Yan Huan suddenly asked.

The white tiger hidden deep in its soul roared softly in response.

"Go." Yan Huan stretched out his hand, and the aura of war and murder on the entire Nasen Island gathered in one place and flowed.

A huge phantom appeared in the sky and roared like a tiger, pouring all the air into its stomach.

The white tiger's golden eyes blinked, and its body grew larger than before.

"No wonder Mr. Kong Ming was able to raise you to be plump and white."

There were frequent wars in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and Zhuge Liang was the one who led the troops to fight. The battles and killings provided sufficient nutrients for the white tiger.

"Eat as much as you want, but I don't know if this small Nason Island is enough to fill your stomach."

Roar!
There was another tiger roar in the air.

The drone, which was shaken by the sound waves, came closer and Huang Boren's voice came from it.

"Oh, Master Yan, why don't we retreat? Behemoth has changed his equipment and will start to fight for real. If we stay here, we might be affected."

Yan Huan replied: "Mr. Huang, don't worry about me. I don't think Behemoth has prepared any air control weapons."

After saying that, the drone flew towards the seaside.

Yan Huan looked down and saw strange phenomena happening again. The blood in the bodies of the dead soldiers and the gods' people seemed to have been squeezed dry. The blood gathered into a river and flowed along a circular trajectory until it formed a large magic circle.

"Blood River Formation, this person still hasn't given up?"

Yan Huan pointed with his right index finger, a golden light flashed, and a beam of scorching light quickly turned down, instantly blowing up several key connection points of the magic circle.

The sickly foreigner hiding in the dark of the "market" garbage dump suddenly flew into a rage: "Who did this!? This has happened twice! Do you still have any sense of public morality!?"

(End of this chapter)