Chapter 172

Zhou Mingmu's eyes are full of gold. In the twinkling of an eye, it seems to the court.

At the level of Fang Kun, even if he was in a very cold place, typhoid fever could not invade half of his body. But at this moment, he only felt a chill from the inside out, which was constantly surrounding his consciousness, soul and even body.

In front of him, the young man's eyes made him panic.

"Death."

The deep voice sounded from Zhou Ming's throat. His slender fingers closed slowly. The golden light array unfolded like the gate of hell in the rain. The bright golden blade fell down. Fang Kun's heart was as dead as ashes. The vast congenital power above extinguished his last desire for survival. This kind of freak was beyond their competition.

Regret, guilt and reluctance in Fang Kun's heart With the golden blade in the rain with a touch of bright red, instant dissipation.

[if you successfully kill a medium-term spiritual practitioner of foundation building, you will be rewarded with 1000 fantasy points. 】

[if you succeed in killing a medium-term spiritual practitioner of foundation building, you will be rewarded with 1000 fantasy points. 】

[when a special task is completed, the fantasy value of the host for this task is 5000, and the current fantasy value of the host is 7500. 】

[main task completion progress: 6 / 10. 】

with thunderstorms in the sky, Zhou Ming stands in the sky and lets the rain fall from his head. The cold feeling runs down his neck to his feet. He raises his hand, grabs Fang Qian and Fang Kun's storage rings, turns around and flies to the thundery dark place that day

Yingxu island is a white bone burial ground. A man with a beard is holding a blood red pearl in his hand and reciting words in his mouth. In a short time, countless dark red ferocious objects climb up from the graves.

These ferocious things are very evil. They rush to the man with their teeth and claws open and roar, as if to tear him to pieces. But before they get close to the man, the blood red jewels are full of strange waves. A force of traction and absorption strikes, and the ferocious things can't help howling.

The blood red jewel seems to be a deep vortex. After two breaths, the countless dark red ferocious objects are absorbed, and the mass graves gradually return to silence. The terrible scene just now seems to have never happened.

"There's still one strong resentment soul in the ghost pearl that can produce blood ghost. It's not a waste of my time."

The man holds the blood red pearl with crystal clear luster in one hand, showing a satisfied smile.

Zhao Zhixuan relies on the connection between the soul jade plates of the leader of the shadow gate. Although he knows that two more leaders have fallen, he does not return to the shadow gate in time. Instead, he comes to this mass grave to condense his ghost beads.

Zhao Zhixuan's ghost pearl is an evil weapon that lives by eating the grudge soul. Grudge soul is the spiritual energy left after death. There was grudge before death, and the grudge soul was produced when he died.

The ghost bead feeds on the resentful soul and nourishes the evil blood.

The reason why Zhao Zhixuan didn't return to the shadow gate is to find the last grudge soul and cultivate the blood ghost.

In fact, there are only a few deaths that can produce resentment spirits. In fact, Zhao Zhixuan is responsible for the resentment spirits in this cemetery.

Half of the bones on the ground were slaves brought back by Zhao Zhixuan from the source, and the other half were disciples of shadow gate on Yingxu island. Everyone here was killed by Zhao Zhixuan in an extraordinary way. Before their death, they were full of resentment. After their death, their resentment accumulated, forming a fierce and resentful soul, which eventually turned into food for the ghost bead.

Zhao Zhixuan's resentment soul in the ghost bead is nearly saturated. Naturally, he is happy. But just at this time, the sea of consciousness is rolling, and a cold murderous air bursts out of it. His heart is not free from a burst of chill. This is the message from the soul of the ghost. The murderous air Fang Qiankun felt before his death is conveyed to him through his conscious soul.

Ten dark leaders, two more dead. Zhao Zhixuan put away the ghost pearl, and his happy face had already changed into a gloomy expression. He stepped into the sky, and his figure turned into a gloomy dotted line, straight to the headquarters of shadow gate.

The rain is becoming more and more fierce. On the other side of the dark magic sea, a city filled with bloody gas is extremely ferocious in this rainstorm. This city is the most famous chaotic city of Xuhai empire.

The towering city walls, the bloody bronze gates, and dozens of naked corpses were nailed to the walls on the top with a long gun. In different postures, they looked terrible. Several soldiers with fierce faces patrol the city wall. They look down at the corpses from time to time, and their faces show a little pleasure, because these "works of art" are all their masterpieces.

The thin rain lines form a water column, hitting the heavy black armor of these soldiers. They are not tired in the heavy rain, but hide indescribable excitement and desire. Because they know that in this rainstorm, there will be a lot of fugitives running to hide. At this time, as long as someone takes advantage of the chaos to get out of the city, they can kill. After all, there are still too few "artworks" on the city wall.

However, to their surprise, there was no one in the city, but an uninvited guest appeared outside.

A young man in grey, wet with rain, walked to the two bronze gates of the city. He looked at the soldiers on the wall and sneered."Those who break into Yuanjin city without permission will die!"

Without saying a word, several soldiers raised their long guns and threw them at the young people under the city. No matter whether the young people acted or not, they had no choice but to die.

But unexpectedly, the young man in grey didn't even dodge. He directly ignored the long guns that could pierce people out of big holes and slowly raised his right fist.

"Ha ha ha! Is this kid crazy! What does he want to do? "

"Maybe he thought of himself as spiritual cultivation and wanted to break the door with one blow, ha ha ha!"

"You don't have to say that this boy is really a master of cultivation. Look at him, he really has some kind of master demeanor!"

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several soldiers on the wall burst into laughter. Even the noisy rain could not cover up their sarcastic words. They were all practitioners of physical training, but they could not feel any fluctuation of source energy on Zhou Ming, let alone the breathless pressure of spiritual cultivation itself. His momentum was a bit frightening, so he was very angry We are now waiting to enjoy the "flesh piercing" scene later.

Soon, as they hoped, a few long guns punctured the young people accurately. Unfortunately, they couldn't laugh when they saw this behind the scenes. The rain mixed into their closed mouths, making them feel like eating excrement.

A few long guns fell to the ground, only to pierce the young man's clothes, but his skin was intact, as if the city gate in front of him was solid.

The young man's fists also went out at this time. The pure strength brought the rain forward. A force of fists shot out of the air without any energy. It was a force composed of physical strength that went up to the thick bronze gate.

"Creak! Boom

There was a sharp sound of metal friction. A huge pit mark appeared between the cracks of the two bronze doors. The square steel bolt behind the door split into two sections like crisp paper, and the remaining force burst open. The two bronze doors firmly embedded in the city wall were mixed with countless pieces. After two turns, two wide and deep waterways were ploughed out on the ground.

When the soldiers on the wall saw this scene and looked back at the young people at the bottom of the city, they were both frightened and scared. This time they lost sight. They were born in this place where the source was exhausted. They didn't know that the one who came here now was a cruel man. What they did just now was to seek death!

Sure enough, the young man in grey under the city kicked up a few long guns on the ground, grabbed them and threw them at the top of the city wall.

Seeing that the young people just threw out their long guns in this way, those soldiers who thought they would die were all relieved. If they threw out their long guns in such a way, they were not sure of the accuracy. Even their power was greatly reduced. They wanted to avoid them. These long guns would never hurt them.

"Poof!"

However, before their idea was fully formed, a long gun penetrated a soldier's chest. The point of the gun with his internal organs pierced out from behind. The huge force tore half of his body and nailed him to the ground with the rest of his incomplete body.

The rest of them were also so miserable, with their heads blasted by long guns and their bodies torn apart They threw down the long gun did not lose a shot, the complete take away their lives. Their heavy armor didn't play any defensive role.

Seeing the death of several soldiers on the wall of the city and more soldiers pouring out from the city, the young people outside the city shook their heads and used the same skill again. Another blow came out and the water droplets spread, forming a short vacuum. The explosive force directly smashed half of the wall in front of them, and a bloody road appeared in front of the young people and spread to the city.

On the messy road in Yuanjin City, countless blood stained outlaws ran out of the corner. They were staring at the bloody road, and then issued a loud voice, one by one rushed out of Yuanjin city.

These people are ordinary people suffering in Yuanjin city. They are fed up with fighting and fighting. As the most chaotic place in Xuhai Empire, Yuanjin city has not been broken by outsiders for a long time. Now it's hard for them to come here. Of course, they have to seize the opportunity to escape from this hellish place.

They ran around the youth to the distance, but no one came forward to thank Zhou Mingbao, because they were used to it. These people would not care about their life or death at all. If they ran slowly, they would probably end up like those soldiers. These powerful practitioners did not dare to contact with them.

However, a few fair looking women looked at Zhou Ming more when they were running. They did not express their gratitude, but wanted to see if the young man could take a fancy to them. With such strong protection, they would be much safer. They are willing to trade their bodies for comfort.

Unfortunately, these women found that the young people did not even have the interest to look at them, so they had to run away with the crowd dejectedly.