Killing God

Chapter 330 Jianzhen Mirror

The drizzle wet shoulders, a hint of coolness loomed.

Suddenly there was thunder, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky.

This night in the Blackwood City, it seemed that the demons were running wild.

The light and shadow were screaming and calling, the first lightning flashed bright and the ghost figures were still there, and when the lightning was dimmed, they dissipated. Amidst the thunder, it roared like rain in all directions. At that moment, there were no count of how many sharp-edged magic weapons. Rush.

The masked old man roared and seemed to be enraged by the attacks of the surrounding ants. His body turned sharply like a whirlwind, his palms were like wicker, and the currents that were about to fall in an instant seemed to be given life again, and his roar suddenly rose. Formed a circle of rapidly rotating water curtain in front of the masked old man.

For a moment, the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound was like a stone. I don't know how many weapons were directly destroyed by this powerful Yuandan realm cultivator. However, on the transparent but tough water curtain, there was suddenly a place where water waves suddenly went inward The surrounding water flow also stopped instantly.

The masked old man seemed to be taken aback. He turned his head and looked anxiously. He only heard a dull sound of "poof", like a hole in a piece of paper, and an extremely sharp silver flower pierced the water. Stabbed to the vest of the masked old man.

One place was damaged, and the entire water curtain was immediately affected. Only after hearing the sound of "Puff Puff Puff Puff", there were five similar holes that were abruptly torn apart. The body of the masked old man trembles slightly, and it is obvious that all of these humanitarian acts that besie him are not weak, far more powerful than he thought.

However, how are the cultivators of the Yuandan realm look good? Although the masked old man was not afraid, he even gave a smirk in his mouth, and when he glanced at it, his arm seemed to have doubled in an instant and shrank back. He had caught the insidious and sharp silver thorn, as if pinching seven inches of a snake, instantly don’t subdue this insidious hidden weapon; at the same time, his other hand was flying like a whip, and after a few bangs, there was nothing left. The two swords that broke through the water wave with one knife and one hook were hit by him.

At this moment, he was like a god, laughing loudly, between his fingers, invincible, about to reprimand these ants who don't know the height of the sky, but suddenly, his voice suddenly choked, almost at the same time, he lifted his hand. The silver thorn was thrown out.

"boom!"

A thunderbolt blasted, electric lights danced wildly, silver flowers pierced through the wind and rain, and instantly flew over this courtyard, with a "boom" on a high wall, and the tail vibrated wildly, sending out a series of buzzing sound.

The rain splashed down, splashed and dropped on the silver thorns. When it was still in the air, the spray had turned into a thick black ink, solidified in the air, sinking and falling.

The masked old man suddenly bowed his head and looked at his palm. A mass of jet black had already stuck to the flesh.

"Shameless!"

An anger burst out from his mouth, and with a flick of his hand, he seemed to throw out most of the weird black mass, and abruptly left from his palm, but there was still a small part of it, like a tarsal bone. In the depths of his flesh and blood, and as if active, he was desperately twisting and struggling, drilling into the depths of his flesh and blood.

The masked old man didn’t look at his palm again. This dark color was obviously something highly poisonous. He had never seen it before after so many years of cultivating experience. It was very strange and difficult, but he was in the Yuan Dan realm. The cultivation base, this poison is still not enough to cause too much trouble to him, as long as 10% of the spiritual power is slightly separated at the wrist, it can stop the poison from rising. When all these ants are killed, naturally there is time to deal with these little things slowly.

Therefore, he pushed back the ghostly shadows surrounding the siege with a palm. He couldn't take it anymore, but at the same time he didn't delay any more. His eyes passed through the ups and downs in an instant, and he looked directly at Shen Tai who was standing in the hall and always outside the battle.

Catch the thieves first!

His figure suddenly flew up, swift and sensitive like an eagle, and rushed straight towards Shen Tai, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly treated this courtyard and the origins of this batch of things like ghosts and charms. The dark shadow man who acted unscrupulously and fiercely had some scruples.

Just now, with his ability to fight several times in a row between the electric light and flint, he has discovered that among the dozens of people around this, all of them are powerful monks above the middle level of the gods, and all of them are fierce and fierce. The master of God's artistic conception in his school is even better.

Even... a somewhat dangerous thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be that this was a game set by some of his opponents, specifically for the purpose of conspiring himself to fail?

Today, in the realm of Hongmeng Cultivation Realm, Divine Mood is already a powerful monk above the top, but so many Divine Mood masters gathered together, it even looks like a group of killers better than ordinary monks, who are they? He even couldn't help thinking, if this group of mysterious ghosts in black would kill the novice sect, could Xuanyin/door be able to stop him if he didn't have the Yuan Dan realm cultivator suppressed the battle?

Unstoppable, absolutely unstoppable!

Because these people don't have the face of a master at all, what they pursue is purely for the purpose of killing, and they will use any means to achieve the goal. This kind of behavior will not appear in the cultivation of the cultivation sect or the cultivation master of the noble family. In the face of such terrible power, ordinary martial artists were caught off guard, and it was almost impossible to resist.

Shen Tai...

An electric light suddenly lit up, and the figure of the fat man suddenly appeared in his eyes. With the keen sense of the great monk of the Yuan Dan realm, he suddenly discovered that the weakest person in this courtyard was actually this person.

His Taoism was weak and even unexpected, not only did he not reach the Divine Artistic Realm, but even the Ning Yuan Realm seemed unstable.

Kill him, as long as you kill him or capture him, everything is easy!

The mind of the masked old man instantly settled, and a few dark shadow men rushed towards him from the side, but he moved around in a few ups and downs, and the Dao Xing of the Yuandan realm was fully revealed at this moment, and the person who rushed to stop was not a step by him. When he flashed past, he was forced to retreat, and in a blink of an eye, he approached Shen Tai.

The electric light flashed, and the evil color in his eyes was full, as if it were a fierce beast about to eat the fat man.

Shen Tai faced such a great cultivator of the Yuan Dan realm who rushed towards him. If a different situation is changed, a cultivator who has just condensed the Dao of the Yuan realm will face the full attack of a great real person of the Yuan Dan realm, but I am afraid that he will already have his legs Soft. But at this moment, he was expressionless. After only a pair of pupils had shrunk, he suddenly raised his hand, but threw out the ancient glass mirror in his hand.

Jianzhen mirror.

The ancient mirror flew into the wind and rain, spinning non-stop, and suddenly for a moment, it suddenly stopped, just like that in the air.

In this violent stormy world, there was a sudden sudden stop.

As if time suddenly stopped at this moment, as if the world suddenly froze.

On the ancient and old mirror surface, the blur suddenly disappeared, and the ashes that had been covered in dust for many years quietly dispersed. The mirror light reflected the vast electric light above the night, suddenly clear, and then it was like a ghost. Mang actually seemed to fall into that mirror instantly.

The ancient mirror slowly turned, facing the masked old man, the electric light suddenly lit up, and the rays of light burst out, instantly illuminating this courtyard, this piece of heaven and earth, as bright as day, to the astonished masked old man. Lasing away.