Chapter 211: Reincarnation

In the darkness, the Shaman tribe member wanted to use the same trick again, but Wei Yuan would not give him the chance this time. He loosened and grabbed with his large hand, grabbing him by the body once more.

The Shaman tribe member struggled desperately, flicking with powerful force, but this time Wei Yuan's two hands were both grabbing his midsection, and no matter how he flicked at both ends, he couldn't break free.

Just as Wei Yuan was preparing to continue, he felt deep malice toward his own midsection!

He couldn't care about the Shaman tribe member and immediately used one hand to protect his vital parts. Sure enough, it was Eternal Withering again, and it was two in a row!

The curse that could damage Wei Yuan's physical body ranked among the top in the Shaman tribe in terms of power, and the one in front of him could directly activate it without blood sacrifice, which was simply impossible to guard against. In addition, his Shaman magic was special, and he could move freely even in normal underground, while Wei Yuan needed to use Dao techniques to turn the underground into sand to perform earth-escape. If it weren't for Wei Yuan's Dao power being as deep as the sea, if it were any other cultivator fighting him underground for so long, he would have long since run out of Dao power and been defeated.

Taking advantage of Wei Yuan protecting himself, the Shaman tribe member escaped again, and then Wei Yuan felt deeper malice toward his midsection once more, the position further back.

This time Wei Yuan did not hold back. He first sealed his ears with Dao power, then took out a golden two-pronged fork, exerted his full Dao power, and flicked it fiercely!

Ding!!

The ear-piercing sound spread far away, and then over ten sound sources resonated simultaneously in the darkness, the sounds vibrating against each other. Those were the dozen or so ancient bells Wei Yuan had quietly set up, which had long been adjusted to resonate with the tuning fork. Over ten large bells resonated simultaneously; even though Wei Yuan had sealed his ears, he still felt a wave of discomfort and nausea in his body.

Wei Yuan was like this, and the small-sized Shaman tribe member simply couldn't withstand this vibration, curling into a ball in pain, losing his ability to act for a moment. Subsequently, a Five-Fold Mortal-Suppressing Pagoda fell, trapping him inside, and he was thrown into the Dao Foundation.

The moment he was sealed by the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, a terrifying consciousness suddenly awakened on the Shaman tribe member's body, and a pair of eyes opened in an extremely distant place, their gaze crossing heaven and earth and falling here.

"Audacious!" A majestic voice rang in Wei Yuan's ear, carrying a terrifying aura that made all living beings submit!

It was just that Wei Yuan had sealed his ears and didn't hear clearly what he was saying.

Wei Yuan hurriedly withdrew the Dao power sealing his ears, but that terrifying will no longer spoke, as if it felt that speaking one more word to Wei Yuan would damage its Dao heart.

At this moment, the black mist underground dissipated, and Wei Yuan recovered his perception, immediately sensing two powerful auras rushing over at high speed; they would be able to arrive in just a few breaths.

The reinforcements came too fast, leaving Wei Yuan too little time. Fortunately, before this trip, Wei Yuan had discussed several possible situations in detail with his teacher and Eldest Senior Sister, and then designed contingency plans separately. At this moment, Wei Yuan didn't need to ponder too much and just had to put out the contingency plan at the fastest speed.

Two Shaman tribe members arrived at the scene one after another in an instant.

That heavily injured exotic beast had long since fled, and the scene was very clean, just with a bit more undulation on the ground.

The two Shaman tribe members who arrived were the Shaman woman holding the bow and a Shaman warrior with a slender figure, whose lower body moved on the ground like a snake. His aura was deep, and the scenery within several zhang around him was fluctuating; he was clearly a Great Shaman.

As soon as the two Shamans arrived, they saw over a dozen Nether fly corpses scattered on the ground, a few of which had been slashed into two pieces, with one head and tail far apart.

The Great Shaman frowned slightly, "Today is clearly not a Fly Heaven, so why are there so many Nether flies?"

Seeing the Shaman woman shrinking back and not daring to move forward, the Great Shaman frowned and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Even if a Fly Heaven really happened, I could take you back to the kingdom in time. Useless thing, stay away from me, you just guard on the side!"

The Shaman woman holding the bow lowered her head, "Yes, Lord Tanwu."

The Great Shaman suddenly stopped walking, looked at his feet, and frowned, "This is Little Junior Sister's Six-Sense Mist, but why can't I sense her anymore?"

At this moment, a Nether fly corpse in the distance suddenly moved.

Although this movement was subtle, how could it escape the Great Shaman's perception? He immediately walked toward that Nether fly.

A single Nether fly was actually very weak; even if hundreds of them came together, the Great Shaman wouldn't care. It was just that Nether flies always moved in the hundreds of millions, and the smallest fly swarm had tens of millions.

There was a severed Nether fly corpse blocking the way in front, and the Great Shaman naturally couldn't change his route for this, so he flicked his tail and swept it away directly. The moment that Nether fly remains were swept away, a resentful sword light appeared, silently sinking into the Great Shaman's snake body!

The Great Shaman let out an earth-shattering roar, and before he could react, over ten Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas fell from above his head, slamming onto his snake body!

The effect of the Mortal-Suppressing Pagodas on the Great Shaman was minimal; even a dozen falling together only made his movements sluggish for a moment, and his magic power operation slowed by half a beat. But it was just that line of difference, and the Great Shaman's Dao Foundation had already been shredded by the sword light!

In Qingming, Zhang Sheng suddenly felt a whim, raised his head to look at the sky, and then continued reading.

Wei Yuan didn't even have time to pick up the spoils of war and fled directly back to his original realm. Just as his figure disappeared, a blood cloud with a color close to pitch black appeared where he had originally stood, blood threads began to fall, and at the same time, the space was sealed.

The rain threads fell, and the Great Shaman's snake body was hit by a wisp, creating a large hole, with no power of resistance at all.

The rain fell for a few breaths and then stopped. The blood cloud wandered back and forth in the air, but it could not find the target of the curse no matter what.

In the Qingming Realm, Wei Yuan opened his eyes, his face intertwined with surprise and lingering fear. The small Shaman tribe member he had caught was clearly an important figure, actually hiding the divine sense of some Nether Shaman. And there was a Great Shaman guard nearby; as soon as something happened to him, the guard arrived at the scene in less than ten breaths.

Then Wei Yuan's trail was exposed, and the Nether Shaman blood curse followed one after another, almost catching Wei Yuan.

The guard Great Shaman and the Great Shaman Wei Yuan saw with the Shaman woman that day were not in the same league; his cultivation should still be in the early stage. In a situation with almost no defense, he was hit solidly by Zhang Sheng's sword light of Departure and died on the spot.

Now Wei Yuan had another four hundred Heavenly Merit credited, and the bulk still went to Zhang Sheng.

Too busy to look at the Heavenly Merit number in detail, Wei Yuan immediately entered his Sea of Consciousness. The small Shaman warrior had formidable methods, and a Five-Fold Pagoda probably wouldn't last long.

When Wei Yuan entered the Sea of Consciousness, he unexpectedly discovered that the Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains were exceptionally quiet, and that Five-Fold Pagoda stood not far from Mount Yushan, with no movement at all.

Before Wei Yuan could use his divine sense to investigate, he suddenly saw the Shaman tribe member walk out of the pagoda. The Five-Fold Mortal-Suppressing Pagoda was like it had no substance, just letting her walk through the pagoda and out.

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Her figure was petite but plump, her height like a little girl just over ten years old, with a row of scales covering her spine, and then several ribbons extending from the scales. If it weren't for these ribbons of unknown material and use, she would look no different from a human.

At this moment, the four eyes on her face were all very hollow, and she couldn't see Wei Yuan beside her at all, walking straight toward Mount Yushan and walking in just like that.

In the small pool inside Mount Yushan, the bottom was already covered with deep black water.

The Shaman woman entered Mount Yushan and walked directly into the black water, disappearing just like that. The black water rippled, and then a translucent figure floated up, walked out of Mount Yushan, and stood in place, motionless.

The newly appeared one was a young girl, the original Shaman tribe characteristics on her body had already been reduced by more than half, there was a silver line on her back, and at the same time, the original four eyes had become two as the main ones, and the other two had degenerated into two small black dots near the center of her eyebrows.

Witnessing the entire change, Wei Yuan didn't know why he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Deep in the Shaman Domain, in a great hall made entirely of red jade, hundreds of Shaman tribe members of various forms stood there, as if asleep. At the end of the great hall was an altar, and nine Great Shamans sat around the top layer of the altar, with a small blood pool in their center. Under each Great Shaman were several blood grooves, and blood flowed from their bodies, gathering into the central blood pool along the blood grooves.

At the end of each blood groove was a sculpture of an exotic beast, and the nine beasts were all different. The Great Shamans' blood passed through their mouths and fell into the blood pool drop by drop.

Floating in the blood pool was a small but plump body, its aura obscure and deep, bobbing up and down in the blood pool. Just at this moment, a string of bubbles suddenly emerged from the bottom of the blood pool, and then the originally calm pool blood surged violently, and the body in the pool revealed a look of pain, curling up and twitching constantly.

Her aura climbed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the limit, and then fell from the peak! She let out a scream, and then there was no sound.

One of the nine Great Shamans sitting around suddenly tilted his body and fell down silently.

The remaining Great Shamans opened their eyes at the same time, and after a moment of dead silence, a shrill cry rang out: "The ritual failed, the Little Princess... is dead!!"

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