Chapter 688

Name:Killing God Author:Xiao Ding
However, the monk of Yuan Dan kingdom was not a good friend. Although the masked old man was not afraid, he even gave a ferocious smile in his mouth. As soon as he explored, his arm seemed to have doubled in an instant and then retracted. In this electric light, he had caught the poisonous and sharp Silver Flower thorn, which was like squeezing a snake seven inches. At the same time, his other hand flew like a whip Dance, after a few roars, the remaining two swords, one knife and one hook, which broke through the water waves, were all knocked out by him.

At this moment, he was like a god of heaven. He laughed and was invincible. He was about to reprimand these ants. But suddenly, his voice suddenly smothered. Almost at the same time, he raised his hand and threw out the silver thorn.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt exploded, the electric awn danced wildly, the silver flower thorn pierced through the wind and rain, instantly flew over the courtyard, "Dong" was inserted on a high wall, and the tail was shaking wildly, making a series of buzzing sounds.

The rain splashed and fell on the silver thorns. When it was still in the air, the water had turned into a thick black ink, and it was solidified in the air.

The masked old man bowed his head and looked at his palm. A mass of black had been glued to the skin.

"Shameless!"

A roar burst out of his mouth. With a flick, he seemed to have thrown most of the strange black out of his hand. But there was still a small part, such as tarsal bone, entangled in the depth of his skin and flesh. It seemed that it was active and struggling to get to the depth of his flesh and blood.

The masked old man didn't look at his palm any more. The dark black color was obviously a kind of poisonous thing. He had never seen it in so many years of cultivation experience. It was very strange and difficult. But with his cultivation of Yuan Dan realm, the poison was still not enough to cause him too much trouble. As long as he separated 10% of his spiritual power at his wrist, he could stop the poison from rushing up. When all these ants are killed, there will be plenty of time to deal with these little things.

So he pushed back the ghosts and shadows around him with one hand. He was no longer gracious. At the same time, he did not delay any more. His eyes went through the storm and looked directly at Shen Tai, who was standing in the hall and was always out of the war.

Catch the king first!

His figure suddenly swept up, quick as an eagle, straight to Shen Tai, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had some scruples about the courtyard and the group of ghosts who acted recklessly and ruthlessly.

Just now, he had been fighting for several times in succession. With his ability, he found that all of the ten people around him were powerful monks above the middle level of the divine artistic conception. Moreover, they were fierce and fierce. Their strength was even better than that of the divine artistic conception masters in his own sect.

Even A dangerous idea suddenly flashed through his mind. Was it a game set by one of his enemies, specially for plotting against himself?

Nowadays, in the world of Hongmeng cultivation, the divine artistic conception is already a powerful monk. But so many masters of divine artistic conception gather together and even look like a group of killers who are better than ordinary monks. Who are they? He couldn't even help thinking, if not for the monk of Yuan Dan realm, this group of mysterious ghosts in black would be able to stop the Xuanyin gate?

Can't stop, absolutely can't stop!

Because these people have no master's face entangled, what they pursue is the pure purpose of killing, and they will do whatever they can to achieve the purpose. This kind of behavior will not appear in the Xiuzhen sect or the Xiuzhen masters of the gaomen family. In the face of this terrible power, the ordinary sects were caught off guard and could hardly resist it.

Shen Tai

A flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and the figure of the fat man suddenly appeared in his eyes. With the keen sense of the great monk in Yuandan realm, he suddenly found that the weakest one in the courtyard was this man.

His way is weak and even unexpected. Not only does he not reach the divine realm, but even the Ningyuan realm looks unstable.

Kill him, as long as you kill him or catch him, everything will be easy!

The masked old man's mind was instantly fixed. Several shadow men rushed to him from the side, but he moved between the ups and downs. Yuandanjing Taoist road was fully displayed at this moment. The person who came to stop either flashed by him or was forced to retreat by him. In an instant, he approached Shen Tai.

The lightning flashed, and the ferocious color in his eyes was revealed, as if he was a fierce beast about to eat the fat man.

Shen Tai is facing such a great monk of Yuandan realm who pours on him. If he changes the scene, a monk who has just set his mind on Yuandan realm is facing the full attack of a great immortal of Yuandan realm. He is afraid that his legs will be weak. But at the moment, he is expressionless, only a pair of pupils contracted for a while, suddenly raised his hand, but he threw out the ancient glass mirror on his hand.

A mirror of truth.

The old mirror flew into the wind and rain, and kept rotating. Suddenly, for a moment, it suddenly stopped, just like that, it was in mid air.In the stormy world, there was a sudden and violent meal.

It seems that time suddenly stops at this moment, and everything in the world suddenly stops.

On the old and clumsy mirror, the blur suddenly disperses, like the ashes of many years of dust quietly disperses. The light of the mirror reflects the lightning over the night, suddenly clear, and then like a ghost, the lightning seems to fall in the mirror in an instant.

The ancient mirror turned slowly, facing the masked old man. The electric light suddenly lit up and broke out. In an instant, the courtyard and the heaven and earth were shining as bright as day, shooting away at the stunned masked old man.

If the lightning in the sky fell into the earth, what would it be like?

It's a perfect show!

At that moment, it seemed that a small sun suddenly burst away in the courtyard, and the bright light that was blazing and could not be seen directly rose up in an instant, as if it was a force that could not be possessed by the human world, crushing everything in an instant.

But perhaps because of this, almost at the same time when the light was shining, everyone, including the masked old man, had to turn his face and close his eyes to avoid the edge. In the middle of the sky, there were countless cracks in the ancient mirror of the Jianzhen mirror in the thunder roar.

"Pa" sound, the ancient mirror fly ash annihilation, in this violent and huge force directly smashed to pieces.

With the collapse of the ancient mirror, the lightning in the middle of the sky suddenly seemed to be the source of losing its power. The burning light that was going to destroy everything quickly faded down. Almost in a twinkling of an eye, the dazzling light dissipated in this dark night. There was only a terrible shadow across the night, which seemed to record the terrible moment just now.

In the glorious and terrible moment before, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and fell again, through the sky and the slowly pouring darkness, as if it was in a panic, as if it was still afraid of something.

No one can open his eyes immediately, but among all the people, the only one who recovers most quickly is the masked old man with the highest realm and the strongest Taoism. He regained his sight faster than everyone else, even if it was only a breath or two, but for a great monk in Yuandan Kingdom, it was enough for him to do a lot of things and kill a lot of people.

He even showed a grim smile under the veil.

He could see that the strange ancient mirror was really a powerful ancient treasure. If it wasn't for lack of magic power just now, he didn't have the confidence to survive under the terrible lightning. But now everything is not important. First, he should seize Shen Tai and cut him to pieces!

When the wind and rain roared and the darkness came back, he suddenly felt a warm-blooded excitement in his heart, which had not been felt for a long time. It was a bloodthirsty desire. He really hated the fat man too much.

The skirt of his clothes was flying, and he was about to plunder Shen Tai. However, at this moment, suddenly, he felt a sudden cold under his feet.

His heart sank in an instant.

With a roar, his body suddenly soared to the sky. However, on the land where he was standing, the soil suddenly rippled like water waves. A strange water blue blade rose from the ground. With incredible speed and chilling ferocity, it was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message in silence, like a monster biting its prey's throat, tearing it open, a knife!

Cut it off!

"Ah..."

The shrill scream suddenly rang out in the night, like the cry of hungry wolf, like the cry of night ghost.

The scarlet blood splashed down in an instant, the masked old man's body tilted, and his eyes seemed to be twisted in an instant. He yelled and suddenly slapped down. Under the water blue blade, a shadow suddenly appeared like a ghost. It rushed up from the soil and breathed out. Unexpectedly, it took the hand of the monk of yuan Danjing.

With a loud bang, the ghost with a water blue blade was shocked. He stepped back five steps in a row, but then he straightened up and looked like a fierce young man, looking at his enemy coldly.

The masked old man was in the air, bleeding. When his eyes swept over the place, he saw that a calf had separated from his body from his ankle, and remained there forever.

It turns out that one of these terrible killers recovered faster than himself, because he was not even exposed to the terrible lightning. Under the protection of the dark soil, he may never close his eyes.

All for the most terrible blow.

What's more terrifying is that the masked old man has confirmed that among the more than a dozen killers, although they are all masters of divine artistic conception with strong strength, the most powerful one is undoubtedly the sharp eyed man Xiaoqi who has been standing beside Shen Tai. Even in his eyes, Xiaoqi is only one step away from Yuandan realm It's far away.

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