C767 All the Big Shots Have Arrived
C767 All the Big Shots Have Arrived
As soon as the head flew out, within a radius of hundreds of meters, the wind howled, the black air surged, sand flew, and stones flew. The temperature suddenly dropped, even though it was clearly summer's heat, it was enough to make people shiver.
The flying head grew larger, like a millstone, and its seven orifices emitted a black evil aura. Its face became extremely sinister, as if it was the head of an evil ghost, dragging its bloodied internal organs, it quickly rushed towards Yang Pann, opened its mouth wide, and bit towards Yang Pann.
"So powerful!"
"Lachman is the number one Master in our Southeast Asia, and the most powerful one at that! Even if Jiang Xiangtian, Zhao Tiangang, were to personally come, he would have no choice but to take a step back!"
"This black aura is filled with Baleful Yin Force. Even in Earth Rank Expert, as long as you touch even the slightest bit of it, your body will fester and you will die!" When the people from the strange sects in Southeast Asia saw this, their confidence rose instantly, as if Yang Pann's body was going to be killed in the next moment.
In fact, Rahman was very depressed at the moment. Other than the Descending Head Technique, he had to make the target take it or learn its name. He and Yang Pann had suddenly encountered each other, and completely didn't have the condition to use medicine to reduce the speed of the Five Poisons, so he could only use his flying head to attack.
After all, if his Flying Head did not fly back to his body within ten minutes, it would turn into a pool of blood and pus. This was called "Breaking Technique."
"Slow down, compared to my, Yang Tianxuan's, techniques, even my China's Mao Mountain Sect is inferior!" Yang Pann shook his head and sighed, then suddenly shook the Blood Dissolving Demon Blade.
In fact, Yang Pann was right, there were two ways to explain the origin of the Nanyang Descending Spell. One, the Tang Dynasty's Three Hidden Mages came to India to worship Buddha, and when they went back, they passed by the Tong Tian River in Annan's territory, which flowed into the upper reaches of the Siamese River, and helped the Turtle to turn into a ferry and dove into the depths of the river, in hopes of killing Tang Monk. Although Tang Monk did not die, his request had already sunk into the river, allowing his disciple to retrieve only a portion of the Great Sutra.
Another theory, this "prophetic" original, flowed into Yunnan Taoism Taoism Taoism hands, thus created a "Maoshan Taoism", Maoshan's magic and head-slapping techniques, and the means are more powerful, so some people said, Siamese, the head-slaying from Yunnan, China.
Others said that Siamese decapitation was a "good" method, or a handwritten copy, which lacked many orthodoxy techniques, so it was weaker than Mao Shan.
In addition, according to historical records, Maoshan mantra was invented in the Han Dynasty. According to the legends, the Descending Head Technique was created when Tang, San Zang and Xi Zhe took the scriptures from the West to retrieve the souvenirs. Whether it was true or not, the discovery of the Descending Head Technique was much greater than that of the Maoshan Technique. From this, one could conclude that the Maoshan Technique was much more adept than the Descending Head Technique, which was a matter of course.
There was no need to speak any further. With a loud rumbling sound, a giant green-faced ghost jumped out of the long saber. Its two feet smashed into the ground, causing a violent tremor, as if an earthquake had occurred.
This green faced giant was 2.5 meters tall, which was more than the height of most NBA stars. It was like a small mountain and its muscles were like horned dragons. Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
The azure-masked giant ghost bowed towards Yang Pann as he saluted. He cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Master, please give me your instructions. I will listen to Master's orders!"
His voice was slightly hoarse, but it sounded like a thunderclap from a clear sky. It caused one's eardrums to vibrate, and their hearts felt like they were about to jump out of their throats.
"Yi?" Isn't this the ghost raised by the Taoist? "Why are you so obedient to him now, even able to speak!" Wu Fuyao was shocked, her eyes became round.
"Eat these bastards to me!" Yang Pann indifferently raised his hand and pointed to the flying head descending from the sky, and laughed coldly.
At this moment, Hassan had already stabilized his mind, both of his hands frantically forming hand seals, wanting to control and activate the remaining Kumantong s.
However, the Kumantong was like a three year old brat, running around frantically. It did not listen to its father's or mother's cries, and was so anxious that Hassan's head was covered in cold sweat and his mouth was filled with curses. He could not even recite any incantations.
"Oh my god, such a giant ghost!"
Lachman's flying head was in the midst of charging explosively towards Yang Pann, but when he saw the azure-masked giant ghost stride forward like a tank, he was so frightened that he turned his head and flew towards his own torso.
The atmosphere at the moment was extremely strange. It was clearly a cold and sinister scene, but under Yang Pann's counterattack, the two Southeast Asian Mages were in an extremely sorry state. It was extremely funny, without even a hint of the appearance of an expert.
Seeing that, even the usually mature Lin Mocun could not help but burst out laughing.
Just as he was about to merge with his body, a huge palm the size of a washbasin suddenly came down on his head.
"It's over!"
Just as this thought flashed through Lahman's mind, before he could even move, with a loud bang, Lahman's head and torso was smashed into a pile of meat paste. He was deader than dead.
"Even if Jiang Xiangtian were to personally come, he wouldn't have such a divine ability, right …."
Seeing this, Hassan was so frightened that he did not try to urge the Kumantong anymore. Both of his knees bent and he kneeled on the ground, begging for mercy while kowtowing to Yang Pann and the Cyan Faced Giant Ghost.
The Wind Blade had crippled the Poisonous Scorpion, and had a tyrannical physique. With a single punch, he had destroyed the soldier 'Blade' Orwell, and he could even drive ghosts away. How could he compare to someone with such a godly ability?
As for the azure-masked giant ghost, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. With a sweep of its big hands, it caught a Kumantong.
"Forget it!" These brats are quite similar to you, why don't I let you be my partner! " Yang Pann laughed, and with a wave of his hand, the cloth bag on Hassan's waist flew into his hands.
Yang Pann took a closer look and noticed that it was a Ghost Bag.
It was unknown when this bag was made, but strange incantations were engraved on it. When ghosts entered this bag, not only were they not eroded by the Yang Qi, they were instead nourished by it and became stronger.
At this time, the azure-masked giant ghost had already caught the remaining nine Kumantong and was sitting on the ground, holding them in between his arms.
The Kumantong and the Cyan Faced Giant both belonged to the Baleful Yin Ghosts. Although they were not of the same type, they were just like the white and black humans.
So when they saw that the azure-masked giant was not going to kill them, the Kumantong immediately crawled up his shoulders and between his neck and legs, playing around nonstop.
The green-faced giant ghost was amused by them to the point that it revealed a benevolent smile. It lovingly stroked the top of their heads. That smile blossomed on their ugly faces, appearing extremely comical, but also gave people a kind of sad feeling.
"He is our master!" The green-faced giant ghost pointed at Yang Pann and said with a hoarse voice.
"Master! Master!"
"I want to eat TangTang!"
"Daddy!"
A few Kumantong s rolled on the ground, turning into a few jade sculpted baby girls, rushing in front of Yang Pann, hugging his thighs, crying out in their childish voices.
Yang Pann was so shocked that he almost fell flat on his butt. Master and father are two completely different concepts, okay?
However, although he knew that they were all condensed by vengeful spirits, looking at their cute appearances, Yang Pann still could not help but feel a bit of affection for them. He smiled and said: "Alright, from now on, you guys will follow me. As he spoke, he opened the Ghost Bag.
"Wa, eating TangTang!" The few Kumantong stomped their feet and went into the Ghost Bag. The azure-masked giant ghost hesitated for a moment and then went in too.
Yang Pann patted the Ghost Bag, and then revealed a slight smile and hung it on his waist.
In terms of Cultivation Continent, although the Ghost Puppet Technique was a small path, Yang Pann was proficient at it with all sorts of methods.
However, when Yang Pann's gaze landed on the South East Asian Evil Realm experts, he changed his appearance and spoke with a cold expression: "Killing them is just an appetizer! Next, all of you will die! "
The rest of the experts looked at each other in dismay. They subconsciously took a step back. Even the leader of the Association of Southeast Asian Adepts, the Dao Pagoda, showed fear on his face and felt the urge to retreat.
It was to the point that Hassan had already slowly left the Southeast Asian experts' camp and walked behind Yang Pann with a respectful and submissive attitude.
That's right, Yang Pann's strength was too tyrannical. After killing two Poisonous Scorpion s, shattering the 'Blade' Orwell with one punch and using Giant Phantom Demons to break Hassan and Rahman's spells, who could possibly be a match for such a valiant method?
At this moment, Lin Mocun revealed a pleased smile. Yang Pann's strength was too strong, one on one, all the experts of Southeast Asia had submitted.
Even Wu Fatian heaved a sigh of relief. With such strength, Yang Pann's South Dian was safe.
"Benefactor, why do you need to kill more? We have come from afar, and do not wish to become enemies with our friends from the Chinese Martial Dao Realm, we have only come to save tens of thousands of people from the fire and the water! " Suddenly, a voice that sounded like a buddhist chant rang out, and three figures suddenly appeared.
A long-haired old monk holding a purple golden alms bowl, an old woman holding a wooden walking stick and wearing a wizard robe, and a lean, barefooted man.
The number one monk of the Brahma Gate of India, Fire Lotus Scholar, the "god-like" female Magus Orina, the number one expert of the Ancient Titan Fist Art, Kun Tian!
When Wu Fatian saw them, his expression changed drastically. The confidence he had in his heart disappeared completely, and was replaced with deep fear and shock!
Why are they here!
"I'm afraid that even if Yang Pann was half a step into the Innate Realm, he still wouldn't be able to stop this master!" Wu Fatian sighed with a cold feeling at the bottom of his heart.
Fire Lotus Scholar!
"Heavenly Master" Orina!
The number one expert of Ancient Titan Fist, Kun Tian!
These three were all famous figures in Southeast Asia. They were almost as famous as Jiang Xiangtian and were able to stand guard over an entire country. Even their country's leaders had to be respectful to them.