Chapter 151: Fancy Killings, Please Enter the Thousand Souls Banner Six hundred miles east of Jianmen Pass, there is a wasteland. In the wilderness, there are endless tents of all sizes standing. This is where the demon army is stationed. At this time, in a tent in the center, an old man was sitting on a horse with a sword in his hand. He had a gloomy face and his cultivation was at the peak of the Jindan stage. There were three people sitting on each side of the hall, all of whom were in the late Jindan stage. The three people on the left have excited and indignant faces. "We must fight back, and fight back hard." "That's right. You dared to slaughter the cultivators of Tianluo Nation. You must pay the price." What was strange was that the three people on the right said nothing and just watched coldly. Among these three people, the one in the middle is wearing a monster skin coat similar to the one in Lingshou Mountain.
He glanced at the four people who were talking, stood up suddenly, and said disdainfully, "boring." After saying that, he walked out with a swagger. In his opinion, the four people who spoke were all from the Guiling Sect, and this was just a show for them to watch so that they would fight for the Guiling Sect. Whoever wants to go can go, he won’t do it anyway. In the tent, after a moment of silence, the old man above first reprimanded the three junior brothers. "Shut up." Then, he looked at the first person on the right, who had a man and a woman, with a thin needle spinning between his fingers. "Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think?" "I?" The cultivator called Fellow Daoist Yang looked around, covered his mouth and laughed. His laughter was neither male nor female, but the meaning of his words was very heroic. "I'm quite interested in that old monster Qiong. Invisible needle? I wonder which one is better than my little red needle? " "Okay, with the help of fellow Daoist from the Hehuan Sect, even if that Daoist Qiong can run away, the six of us will kill him." The old man got the answer he wanted, stroked his beard and smiled, and suddenly he thought of something and asked tentatively, "What do you think of Fairy Hongfu, Brother Yang?" "If you have any ideas, you can do it." The monk surnamed Yang looked the old man up and down, and said with a teasing tone and a sly smile, "It's just that Master Yunlu has some connection with this person from Huangfenggu." "I am sorry for talking too much." Upon hearing this, the old man had various guesses in his mind, but on the surface he said he didn't dare. . . .
A month passed, and the Demonic Path and the Five Southern Countries fought a great battle in the Jindan War, with a small battle every three days and a big battle every five days. On the surface, the deaths of the six previous Jindan masters did not cause any ripples. The demon doesn't seem to care. Li Xunhuan didn't understand, but he didn't care much either. After a month's buffer, he was rusty. Starting today, the decapitation operation begins. That night, Li Xunhuan breathed a sigh of relief when he watched Hong Fu leave on the top-grade magic weapon Xiangyun. With this auspicious cloud, and my senior sister’s cultivation level at the late Jindan stage, if she bursts out with all her strength, she can temporarily be comparable to the Yuanying stage. Safety. This way, he felt relieved. Don't let his actions put my senior sister in danger, that would be a bit unreasonable. Then he turned and flew away in another direction. Start killing. In the night, the cliffs are steep and the waterfalls are roaring. Behind the waterfall, there is a man-made cave. Li Si from the Ghost Spirit Sect sat cross-legged, seemingly with his eyes closed, but he was actually alert to his surroundings. The death of four people in the early stage of Jindan, three of whom were fellow disciples, sounded the alarm for him. Although a month has passed, it is only a month, just a blink of an eye for a Jindan cultivator. "drop!" A voice came from above. He looked up suddenly and saw a piece of stone falling off. The important thing is that there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, and it was not the cultivators who took action. He breathed a sigh of relief, but in fact all his spiritual energy was gathered up and ready to go. There must be something fishy about this matter. Suddenly, a stone mysteriously fell on his head. He was confused. How could it fall on him? His scalp was itchy, so he subconsciously reached out and touched it. Was there water? And long, thin cracks? When he brought his hand in front of his eyes, his pupils suddenly dilated. red,
Blood! He ran forward quickly, and the strange thing was that the left and right sides of his body were doing their own things. Two moments later, his body lost its balance and fell to the ground. The moonlight shone through the waterfall, and Li Si was split in the middle, breaking into two halves. And at the place where Li Si was previously, the culprit had a three-pointed, double-edged sword stuck in the ground. At this time, Li Xunhuan walked out from the cliff, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword turned into a folding fan and fell into his palm. 【Five Elements Escape Technique】 is actually a unique technique for sneak attacks. He opened the folding fan in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. Of course, what is more important is the magic weapon in your hand. Different from ordinary magic weapons, it is more like a weapon for physical cultivation. When not infused with spiritual power, it is sharp and hard. The monks were ignorant of numbers and would only think that this was a mortal weapon made of iron. . . . Three days later, In a mountain, a monk dressed in black flew away, leaving a shadow in the air. Despite this, he did not dare to look back and did not even have time to signal for help. That man is so fierce. A knife. Just a knife. If he didn't have a third-level earth-escaping talisman to save his life, he would probably have died on the spot. Suddenly, his eyes widened. when? He was tied up with a rope and could not break free or move. An ice-crystal flying knife appeared, a flash of light passed between heaven and earth, and he tilted his head and fell silent. Ropes and storage bags flew away. An ordinary fire bomb attack came, and the corpse and the flying knife disappeared. . . . Tongtian River. The high mountains on both sides form the banks of the river. The river is wide and is dotted with reefs hundreds of feet high.
On a flat reef with a radius of ten miles, a monk had a bell-shaped magic weapon on his head, with layers of spiritual light falling down, protecting his body. A shield was held in his hand. There was nothing in his consciousness and eyes, but he still looked around, guarding tightly, not daring to relax at all. "Zheng!" A sword sound came. A golden sword beam appeared from the void, gradually expanding from a tiny size to a length of ten feet. The speed is even faster. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of him. Eyes facing each other. There was actually a person hidden in this sword light. In his horrified eyes, the so-called defense was like a clay chicken or a clay dog, and was broken in an instant. Why does this silhouette look so familiar? Everything went dark before my eyes, and I fell into eternal darkness. Murder, arson, storage bag. Li Xunhuan weighed the storage bag in his hand, his eyes becoming brighter. After experiments, it was found that the Great Freedom Black Gold Sword Qi was quite good, especially its ability to kill from a frontal perspective was very strong. Combined with his unique instant-kill method, he is more assassin-like than an assassin. He looked up at the starry night sky and pinched his fingers lightly. It had been half a month since he started to act independently. The killing efficiency is not high. There are only three more people in the Thousand Souls Banner. It’s not that his magical powers, spells, and magic weapons are not powerful. On the contrary, after some experiments, they are very powerful. Rather, the demonic monks became alert. In addition, when the demonic monks were fighting with the allied forces, there were not many Jindan monks who went alone. This caused such a dilemma. As you can imagine, as time goes by, it will become increasingly difficult to kill. It would be nice if we could all get together. He packed up his spoils and came to an island in the middle of a lake hundreds of miles away. This is where he rests.
However, when he just landed, his brows frowned. He couldn't tell why, but his intuition told him that something was wrong. "Fellow Daoist, please come out." (End of this chapter)