One Thought Feixian

Chapter 504 This Beast Is the Underworld
One bell breaks ten thousand dharmas, one shock determines the universe!

This is the powerful divine power of "Breaking the Paradoxical Clock".

"Broken Clock? This is a semi-spiritual weapon that existed in the Tomb Tribe back then, and unexpectedly fell into the hands of your Black Snake Tribe."

Qing Lin looked over and landed on the big bronze clock, her pupils shrank slightly.

Back then, in the entire Autumn Desolation Land, tribes with a little power participated in the siege of the Tomb Tribe, thus causing many treasures of the Tomb Tribe to be scattered everywhere.

However, after the Black Snake tribe replaced the Tomb tribe and became the overlord of the Autumn Desolation, in order to stabilize their position, they also launched bloody methods, cleaning up many tribes in the Autumn Desolation, and snatching the treasures of many Tomb tribes.

This "Broken Clock" is the fact that the Black Snake Tribe destroyed a tribe and took it from its sacrificial envoy.

However, this "Broken Clock" was not made by the Tomb Tribe, but it was taken from other tribes by the Tomb Tribe.

At this moment, Suo Tu urged it out, and immediately displayed a powerful force, causing all the ghosts with a radius of hundreds of feet to be killed, and no one escaped.

Surrounded by lingering sounds, they swept back and forth in this almost enclosed venue for a long time.

Suo Tu's face turned pale. He first used the "Thousand Snake Formation", and now he activated the "Broken Clock" twice in a row, so his strength was greatly consumed.

But his gaze was extremely fierce, and his aura suddenly climbed to the peak.

There were countless Yin spirits around, but they didn't rush over at this moment, as if they had developed a deep fear of that "Broken Clock" and the aura of him.

"blocked!"

"Those stern troops dare not continue to attack."

"With this broken clock, it must be fine."

"Young priest is mighty!"

... Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At some point, cold sweat was dripping down their backs.

The people in the caravan are okay. After all, they traveled north and south with Doha, encountered the most brutal blood cultivators, and experienced the most terrifying life and death, so when they faced the army of ghosts just now, although they were extremely scared, they did not panic. .

However, many members of the Black Snake Tribe, at a young age, came out for the first time to find the clan land of the Tomb Tribe and practice. They have never encountered such a horrible thing, how can they bear it?
But fortunately, there was a young priest who turned the tide and blocked the violent charge of the army of ghosts, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Everyone has a feeling of survival after disaster.

However, Jiang Yi's feeling is not so optimistic. The Yin spirits have not been completely wiped out, and there are still a lot of them. Looking at Suotu's state, the power consumption is huge. I am afraid that there is not much power to continue to activate the "Broken Clock" up.

Those ghosts had no sanity and didn't know what fear was at all. The reason why they didn't continue to kill them was because the lingering sound of the bell hadn't completely dissipated.

If the lingering sound stops, there will inevitably be another huge crisis.

Suo Tu, Qing Lin, Bo Ya, Tie Shi, He Feng and the others all stared solemnly at the ghosts around them, obviously they were also understanding.

"Huh?" At this moment, Jiang Yi's ears moved, and suddenly he heard a roar.

This roar was surprisingly the same as the sound he heard when the sarcophagus was opened, and it obviously came from the same thing.

This roar was low and deep, like the sudden sound of muffled thunder, or like the howling of a gust of wind, the turbulence of the sea, and even more like the howling of ghosts in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Listen, what is this sound?" A seven-leaf wizard from the Black Snake tribe frowned and suddenly screamed.

Jiang Yi immediately looked at him, his eyes flashed, and there seemed to be a flash of surprise. This time, he was not the only one who heard the deep roar.

"Sound? What's the sound?" Another seven-leaf wizard looked suspiciously at his companion.

Even Suo Tu, Qing Lin, the two great eight-leaf wizards, and Bo Ya, the peerless master of nine transformations, all frowned, as if they didn't hear it.

"The roar of the monster!" The seven-leaf wizard immediately lay down on the ground, put his ears on the ground, then stood up again, made a handprint, and said after a while.

His ears seemed to be different from those of other Black Snake tribes. They had no earlobes and were raised high with pointed horns, like a pair of cat ears, and they were huge.

Jiang Yi discovered this, and immediately knew from Young Master Tiemu's memory that the Aunt of the Qiye Great Wizard was not from the Black Snake tribe, but from a foreign tribe.

Perhaps it was for this reason that his ears were different from ordinary people, and he had extraordinary hearing, so he was able to hear the deep roar.

His words made everyone feel inexplicable.

Because I couldn't hear, I was puzzled, dazed, and strange.

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the army of Yin spirits became restless, and then a huge roar suddenly sounded.

Ah!
Many people immediately covered their ears and let out screams. Their eardrums were directly ruptured in this roar, and blood spurted out.

This roar was no longer a sudden thunder-like sound, but a thunder in the cold winter, very abrupt and unexpected.

Because it was unexpected, it seemed even more shocking and unacceptable.

Everyone backed away immediately.

Buzz! !
The "Broken Clock" even made trembling sound waves, as if the roaring sound resonated with it.

At this moment, the army of Yin spirits suddenly dispersed, and then a huge figure gradually stepped out from the darkness.

This figure is very big, and it is also a Yin spirit, but it is different from other Yin spirits, because what it condenses is not a human shape, but a beast shape, and it is several times more solid than other Yin spirits. Man sees his entire body clearly.

It's like the difference between the spirit body of a middle-rank great nian master and the spirit body of a top-rank great nian master.

"This is..." Jiang Yi also took half a step back under the roar, and was even more surprised when he saw this beast-shaped ghost.

He didn't know the beast, but he could see that the beast's head was the same as the beast's head in the sarcophagus, and also the same as the beast's head on the eight stone pillars.

This beast was about the size of a house, with bared fangs, a ferocious face, and eyes as big as a bull, emitting bursts of scarlet light.

His body is like the body of a barren horse, but there are pieces of scales, and the whole body is pitch black, which makes people look shocking, very eerie and terrifying.

"What kind of monster is this?" Many people looked horrified and couldn't help screaming when they saw this huge animal-shaped ghost.

"Could it be that this is the legendary ink unicorn?" He Feng asked immediately in surprise.

Qilin, the ancient beast, represents auspiciousness, blessing, colorful, dazzling, and gentle temperament, but once Qilin degenerates into a demon, it will become a "black unicorn", the whole body will turn into darkness, yearn for darkness, and become incomparable Violent, bloody.

The mount of the ancestor of the Huangzu was a "black unicorn".

Many tribes in the Great Wilderness know this legend very clearly, even the strong people of the human race have heard of it.

But "Mo Qilin", like the holy beast Kunpeng of the Desolate Race, has never appeared since the end of the ancient times, so it has become an immortal legend.

This beast is indeed very similar to "Mo Qilin".

"Young patriarch guessed right. This beast is most likely the black unicorn that disappeared in the ancient times, the ancestor's mount."

Many members of the Black Snake tribe immediately reacted when they heard what He Feng said, and after careful observation, they immediately echoed.

Even Bo Ya, Tie Shi, Can Rong, Suo Tu and others all nodded secretly, thinking that this was "Mo Qilin".

"Mo Qilin?" Jiang Yi frowned.

He had also heard the story of the auspicious beast unicorn degenerated into a demon. The unicorn is the incarnation of an angel. The unicorn culture was prevalent in many holy dynasties in ancient times. It has been passed down through the ages and is closely related to benevolence, morality, and etiquette.

And "Mo Qilin" is the incarnation of the god of death. Wherever it passes, all spirits are extinct, just like the end of the world.

But "Ink Qilin" has a characteristic, that is, it is arrogant, and it is absolutely impossible to hide in a dark place like the tomb. Even if it turns into a ghost, it also does not like the tomb.

If this place is really the cemetery of the "Lord of the Tomb", then this beast is absolutely impossible to be the "Mo Qilin".

"This beast is not Mo Qilin!" At this moment, Qing Lin spoke.

"what?"

"Not Mo Qilin?"

"How is it possible? This must be Mo Qilin, there is nothing wrong with it."

"What other beasts look like?"

...As soon as these words came out, they encountered many doubts. Those members of the Black Snake tribe didn't seem to believe Qinglin's words, but firmly believed that this beast was "Mo Qilin".

He Feng's eyes fell on Qing Lin, seeing his serious face, he didn't seem to be lying.

Jiang Yi also looked over, his eyes flickering, and someone unexpectedly made peace with him.

"Emissary Qinglin, you said that this is not Mo Qilin, do you know what kind of beast it is?" Bo Ya asked suddenly with sharp eyes.

This Qing Lin is a prince of the Giant Elephant Tribe of the Eastern Desolate Royal Family, and he entered the Priest Temple and received great training. He must know something that the Black Snake Tribe does not know.

Qinglin remained silent, still staring at the huge beast-shaped spirit body, without taking his eyes off it, as if he didn't hear Boya's words.

After a few breaths, he took a deep breath, then nodded, and said loudly: "This beast is Ming!"

"Ming?" Jiang Yi savored the name.

Bo Ya felt both familiar and strange, as if he had heard of it somewhere, but couldn't remember it.

"Ming?" He Feng looked bewildered.

Tie Shi, Tie Huo, Can Rong, and many members of the Black Snake tribe were all thinking hard.

Doha, Zhengji, Maotong, Zhuangniu and others don't know, so they haven't heard of it at all.

"Mu... Ming beast?" Suotu's face changed slightly, as if he knew something, he exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)