Thousands of role system of strong life

Chapter 691 Could it be that you are the king of rags?

Following this arrogant voice, the people who gathered around Zhang Rui dispersed one after another.

Zhang Rui was automatically isolated and looked lonely.

Even Huang Tian stopped thinking about the plastic brotherhood and watched from afar.

"Boy, engrave everything you know on this jade slip. If I am satisfied, I will naturally let you live. Otherwise, I will definitely draw out your soul and seal it in the small enchantment I refined. here, tortured..."

A jade slip flew into Zhang Rui's hands.

Zhang Rui just glanced at the jade slip, left a sentence in the jade slip with his spiritual sense, and then threw the jade slip to the extremely arrogant person.

"So fast?"

This person was taken aback.

As a result, Yu Jian was swept away with his spiritual sense, and his face changed.

Carve your mother.

Four words, simple and rude.

"hey-hey……"

There was a grin in this mouth.

"Boy, I have to say that you managed to piss me off. I just gave you a chance because you were young and couldn't bear to hurt you. Otherwise, I'll just pull out your soul and search for your soul. Since you don't know Don't blame me for being ruthless."

Following these words, a solid transparent big hand covered Zhang Rui's head, and at the same time issued a strong suction from the palm, but this suction was only aimed at the soul, not the physical body, trying to draw Zhang Rui's primordial spirit Pulled out of the body.

hiss--

Even if the attack is aimed at the primordial spirit, there is no air flow, and strange sounds can still be heard.

Zhang Rui's body didn't move at all, just looked at each other quietly.

Yuanshen is still sitting firmly in the Niwan Palace, showing no signs of being disturbed.

"what?"

Daqi, the monk who attacked Zhang Rui, had to step up his efforts to extract the primordial spirit.

Nothing has changed.

"This……"

The cultivator finally realized something, but he was still unwilling and almost exerted all his strength.

However, Zhang Rui's primordial spirit, like an iron nail that goes straight to the center of the earth, remains motionless.

"you……"

The other party finally showed fear, and the arrogant and domineering look just now had already flown to the sky.

All the people present let go of their spiritual senses to investigate, and they naturally knew that arrogant guy, but this young monk couldn't help it at all.

"So strong!"

"It seems that we have all misjudged. Although this fellow Taoist is young, his strength is far superior to ours."

"I'm a little scared now. If I don't hold back and directly force him to hand over his things, I might be the one who suffers at this time."

"I see the same thing."

"How strong is that young man?"

"It's hard to say, just now I thought he was just an innate cultivator, but now it seems that the golden core period is beyond."

"Even at the Golden Core stage, the Yuanshen cannot be so stable, it seems to be the Yuanying stage?"

"I don't think so. This young man is unfathomable, and he is definitely a great talent."

"No wonder he recognized the strange characters on the big stone. Could it be that he is a genius like Li Konggu?"

"I think so too!"

……

While watching the battle, people talked in low voices, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"ah……"

The middle-aged monk who falsely said that he wanted to extract Zhang Rui's Yuanshen had no choice but to sacrifice a jade tablet. The jade tablet flew into the air, radiating Daoguang like fireworks, and aimed straight at Zhang Rui.

"Why don't you smoke my soul, it's so boring."

Zhang Rui shook his head, and just raised his hand, the jade tablet lost Daoguang, no different from ordinary jade, flew into Zhang Rui's hands, and was then taken into the super-dimensional space by him.

"This!"

The middle-aged monk was stupid.

Everyone is also stupid.

Even Huang Tian looked at it meaningfully.

This jade tablet can emit the power equivalent to a full-strength blow of Yuanying's late stage. Unexpectedly, it was so vulnerable in the hands of this young monk, and he took it away.

"Give me back the jade token!"

"Okay, escape from the Yuanshen by yourself, let me subdue it, and then return this jade pendant to you."

Zhang Rui laughed.

"Boy, you pissed me off again."

As the middle-aged monk said, he threw a gourd with a crooked mouth again, and a huge suction force was emitted from the gourd, trying to suck Zhang Rui in.

"It doesn't matter if I offend you ten or a hundred times."

Zhang Rui squinted and smiled.

"Wow..."

As the middle-aged monk jumped into a rage, the crooked-mouthed gourd was already hanging above Zhang Rui's head, and a swirling void was even formed under the upside-down gourd's mouth.

The monks in a circle also felt a strong suction force. The weaker ones even couldn't control their bodies. Their feet rubbed against the ground and slowly moved forward. Intensive cracks appeared due to the strong suction.

However, Zhang Rui remained motionless.

"I said, do you have any more powerful magic weapons?"

With a casual move, Zhang Rui took away the crooked gourd hovering above his head... Take... go... away...

"This……"

The middle-aged monk felt that the connection between himself and the magic weapon was cut off.

The crooked mouth gourd was made by him in a few sixty years of time, and it is an indispensable treasure for him to travel at home, self-defense, and murder.

Now it fell into the opponent's hands, which made him finally realize that he had kicked on the iron board this time.

The middle-aged monk is used to being arrogant, and if he were to beg for mercy to Zhang Rui, it would be more uncomfortable than killing him. In desperation, he sacrificed more than a dozen attacking magic weapons in a row, in addition to a few swords and other weapons. A golden rope meanders towards Zhang Rui.

"Golden rope?"

Zhang Rui didn't know what it was called, so he just made up a name based on a certain fairy tale.

In order to test the power of the "golden rope", he deliberately did not resist and let the rope wrap himself into a rice dumpling.

"what?"

Obviously, the middle-aged monk didn't expect that he would succeed so easily.

"what?"

Everyone is also puzzled.

"Ha ha……"

The middle-aged monk finally came to his senses, laughing maniacally, and regained his arrogance at the beginning.

"Boy, let's see how arrogant you are, this magic rope is me..."

When Huang Tian saw Zhang Rui being tied up, his expression finally fluctuated a bit.

He knew it was impossible for this rope to trap the brother he had known halfway.

"Hey, let me tell you why your hands are full of rags. Could it be that you are the king of rags?"

Zhang Rui shook his head first, and then opened his arms. The so-called demon-subduing rope was broken every inch, as if it was rotten.

"hiss……"

The pupils of the middle-aged monk shrank suddenly. At this point, he was at the end of his rope.

After all, he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't be saved. He realized that the young monk was playing with him the whole time, and he didn't even know if he had used half of his strength.

"Landscapes meet each other, and there will be a period later..."

The middle-aged monk didn't care about the magic weapon that Zhang Rui took away and destroyed, and the wind picked up under his feet, trying to rush to the clouds and escape.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry, it's fate to meet, let's stay."

With a wave of Zhang Rui's hand, he threw the crooked-mouthed gourd he had just seized into the air, and then the mouth of the gourd released a strong suction force, sucking the middle-aged monk into it...

(End of this chapter)