Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 143 middle-grade spirit ore

Pu!

A crisp sound, blood light flashed.

Just when Lu Yangrong turned around, his head was pierced by a Flying Sword, and the corpse was on the spot!

Flying Sword kept going, and continued to stab at the next few people. Su Zimo was the first.

Su Zimo’s Spiritual Awareness had already warned. Immediately took out the cold moon knife, backhanded, and chopped it on the oncoming Flying Sword and smashed it.

The speed of this sword is too fast, obviously it is not Qi Practitioner’s shot!

Su Zimo has to take out sword formation to use Flying Sword to resist, but arrange sword formation takes a little longer to cope with the sudden situation in front of him.

The blood of Lu Yangrong spilled over Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

With the exception of Su Zimo, the remaining 3 people were all spotted on the spot, with horror in their eyes.

Even with Leng Rou’s temperament, expression is a little flustered at this time.

Everyone couldn’t imagine it. The person who just talked to you with a smile just now turned into a body!

Huh! Huh!

Two more sword lights flashed, with targets pointing at Su Zimo and Guan Jin.

And Guan Jin was stupid at the moment, none of the talisman holding in his palm was crushed immediately.

Su Zimo reached out his palm, dragged it behind him, and whispered, “Rewind!”

when! when!

Su Zimo backhanded 2 knives, and shocked the 2 flying Flying Sword.

The power of these 2 swords is not small. The people who shot them are at least the Foundation Establishment Early-Stage!

The situation changed, and the previous speculations by Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin were all null and void.

In this spirit ore, at least has 3 Foundation Establishment cultivator, and these 3 people do not care about any Misty Peak at all.

Until then, Guan Jin 3 talents reacted.

Guan Jin immediately shattered the body protection talisman, and a light curtain shrouded around it, with Leng Rou and Little Fatty 2 quickly withdrawing to the outside.

There was a burst of clothing splitting the air sound deep in the mouth of the cave. Listening to the sound, there were a lot of people!

The people inside saw that Flying Sword could not kill Su Zimo and the others, and they had already chased him.

Su Zimo pulled back, drawing a bloody bow.

Long before the 5th peak, Su Zimo had made the cold moon knife and blood crystal bow into a low grade spirit tool.

In a blink of an eye, three sharp arrows were already wound.

Xiu! xiu! xiu!

Three dao cold light sank into the darkness of the hole, and the sharp arrow split the air sound.

“Ah! Ah! ”

Two screams came, and another sharp arrow was blocked.

“Everyone is careful!”

Deep inside the mouth, a man said something.

In this small hole, there is not much room for the cultivator to dodge, and Su Zimo’s bow and arrow caused considerable injuries.

After running with all my strength, Su Zimo saw them again soon.

When they went outside, a few people were shocked.

I saw that the group of blood-eyed crows flying above the crowd was attacking around the little crane and the tiger, and constantly biting.

Little crane, after all, is a spirit demon, still able to protect himself under the siege of the blood-eyed crow.

But Linghu didn’t know how to fly. He was wounded in many places. He kept roaring on the spot, and he couldn’t keep up.

“Ice Wind!”

Seeing this scene, Leng Rou gave Spirit Art a hand, slamming it, and pointing in mid-air.

A gust of cold wind rushed out of the sky, passing over the blood-eyed crow, many crows were covered with a layer of frost, and they fell and fell to the ground, 40% 5 cracked, already dead.

This is the power of spirit technique!

With Leng Rou’s shot, the little crane rushed out of the siege, panting slightly, and he could not help seeing a trace of fear in his eyes.

It stays in the sect all the year round, where has it seen such bloody killings.

“Sit on the little crane and leave here temporarily!”

Su Zimo said quickly.

“Hahahaha!”

At this moment, there was an arrogant laughter deep in the mouth of the cave.

The entire group came out of the hole, and the head of the group wore a gray robe, and said loudly, “None of you can leave today, so leave me here!”

“Foundation Establishment late stage!”

Little Fatty’s pupils shrunk sharply, exclaiming.

The talking gray robe cultivator turned out to be Foundation Establishment late stage!

Among them, the only Foundation Establishment middle stage Lu Yangrong has died in the entrance of the spirit ore.

Not only that, but also a continuously cultivator came out of the hole, and at a glance, there were more than 30 people!

What is terrifying is that all these 30 cultivators are all Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Except for gray robe cultivator, which is Foundation Establishment late stage, 9 of them are Foundation Establishment middle stage, and the rest are Foundation Establishment Early-Stage, there is no Qi Practitioner!

“It’s over!”

Guan Jin looked at the more than 30 Foundation Establishment cultivators, ashen-faced, who surrounded them.

Little Fatty was holding a giant axe in one hand and holding Flying Sword in one hand, and the expression was tense.

Leng Rou ’s Flying Sword hangs in front of her. Although her expression is cold, her hands are all sweaty.

The 4 people present, only Su Zimo was calm and looked around.

“We are Misty Peak cultivator, who are you guys!” Guan Jin took a deep breath, and asked with a stern expression.

“hehe.”

The head of the gray robe cultivator chuckled, his eyes were full of mockery, and raised his eyebrows: “Is Misty Peak amazing? Yesterday, there was a Misty Peak disciple that didn’t have long eyes and was slaughtered by me!”

Sure enough, the sect disciple of the message has already fallen.

Long before Lu Yangrong’s death in Cave Mansion, Su Zimo realized that today’s things are hard to do.

Guan Jin still had a glimmer of hope and showed weakness first, saying, “Fellow Daoists, what you are trying to do is the spirit ore in front of us. We, Misty Peak, give up, why not kill to the last one.”

“Furthermore, the spirit ore in front of me is just a low grade spirit ore, which is useless to us, hehe.” Guan Jin laughed strongly.

“Low grade spirit ore?”

gray robe cultivator shaking his head said with a sneer: “Correct one point, this one is middle-grade spirit ore!”

“what?”

Guan Jin expression changed, and he finally realized why the Foundation Establishment cultivator appeared.

If it is a middle-grade spirit ore, the attraction to the Foundation Establishment cultivator is enough!

If you know in advance that this is middle-grade spirit ore, the disciple sent by Misty Peak is definitely an expert in inner disciple, and maybe even led by inheritance disciples!

Su Zimo didn’t speak at all, and stood idly by.

He looked carefully. The more than 30 Foundation Establishment cultivators in front of him had different looks and no identity tokens, obviously they were all Loose Cultivator.

What exactly brought this group of Loose Cultivator together to steal the spirit ore here?

This gray robe cultivator alone is not enough to qualify.

Although the Foundation Establishment late stage is powerful, others can’t keep up with him and take risks, thus offending Misty Peak.

Guan Jin sedated calmly, Shen said: “Fellow Daoists, frankly, we have already sent a message to sect, my cultivator will come soon …”

“Hehe, you were already a group of dead people at that time.”

Guan Jin didn’t finish talking, but was interrupted by a gray robe cultivator.

Gray robe cultivator said with a smile: “And, when you Misty Peak cultivator comes, we will have left.”

“hahaha!”

Laughing around the Foundation Establishment cultivator impudent.

The gray robe cultivator stared at Guan Jin’s face and looked at it with a strange flash in his eyes, and asked with a smile: “Also, Fellow Daoist, haven’t you noticed anything wrong with the body?”

many thanks I know nothing, promise of reward ~

(End of this chapter)