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Chapter 641

When Qin Zhaozhao saw the monk sitting peacefully in front of him, he couldn't help feeling tense, because the aura entwined on this person was exactly the same as the aura on the body of the former junior master uncle Zhao Nie.

Obviously, this person is also an innocent soul who remained here after the war with the Yaozu.

She was born in the Wuhen Sword Palace, so naturally she has heard of this Great Desolation.

This so-called Great Wilderness is basically a Shura field, and the dead souls trapped in it cannot be reincarnated and can only use the power of this black mist to turn into an existence that is neither human nor ghost.

Although the strength of these monsters does not exist, but after all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

In Qin Zhaozhao's eyes, the bald monk full of lifelessness was undoubtedly quite troublesome.

But just behind this person was the destination of her trip.Because both the visual and the lingering feeling guided her to come here.

For this monster full of death, it is obviously useless to say anything before it regains its sanity.

But this bald monk is not from their sword palace, so the method I used against Zhao Nie before is useless after all.

It's just that she had already made sufficient preparations before coming to this wilderness, and she turned her hand and took out a string of Buddhist beads from the square inch ring.

Although he is not a Buddhist, he can still induce the aura sealed in this Buddhist bead.

As soon as his mind moved, a powerful aura emerged from the Buddhist beads.

There were bursts of roaring tigers and dragon chants, and the most suitable way to deal with this dead energy monster was to awaken its memories of life, and it was the most perfect way to suppress the dead energy in its body with its memories.

After all, if you want to fight against these puppets who have countless combat experience engraved in their bones, it is too difficult to win.

And the development of the matter seemed to be as Qin Zhaozhao had expected. The most pure Buddhist thoughts in the Buddhist bead were slowly sacrificed, and the bald monk who had been sitting quietly got up mechanically.

Seeing this, Qin Zhaozhao hastily infused the breath of the Buddha beads in his hand.

In an instant, the howling tiger and the dragon's chant poured out from the Buddha beads came together with the bursts of Buddha's voice, but the little drug boy who was hiding in the distance said with a playful expression when he saw this scene.

"I didn't realize that this little girl actually has such thoughts. It seems that her preparations for this trip are far more than what you and I have seen."

Xu Ming who heard the words on the side also nodded, agreeing with what the little drug boy said.

Indeed, the foundation of the Wuhen Sword Palace can be regarded as unique in the cultivation alliance. Who made such a powerful monk who can influence the world be born in it.

"Look, things may change."

The little drug boy who was holding the praying mantis catching the cicada and the oriole behind his back was completely shocked by the scene in front of him.

Because Qin Zhaozhao's little trick, which was inevitable, had the opposite effect.

I saw that the bald monk who got up suddenly was not at all shaken by the sudden loud Buddha light. On the contrary, the scene he raised his head instantly surprised Qin Zhaozhao and the little Yaotong in the distance.

This bald monk seemed to be a deadly monster like Zhao Nie, the green-clothed sword from before, but now when he raised his eyes to look at him, the expression in his pupils was unprecedentedly clear.

Where are those people who have been reduced to the appearance of killing monsters? They clearly have the most complete consciousness.

not good! !
Seeing this, Qin Zhaozhao's heart suddenly moved. As a woman's most acute sixth sense, she knew clearly that the bald monk in front of her was not as easy to deal with as Zhao Nie.

When he raised his hand slightly, the black mist around him condensed crazily.

The monstrous big hand raised towards her and Xiao Feng involuntarily, and Qin Zhaozhao's face changed completely under the arrogance.

Lock the space! !
Locking the space as if raising one's hands and raising one's feet, this is the hallmark of a cultivator in the Transcendence Tribulation Period.

Although Qin Zhaozhao had never eaten pork, he could be considered to have seen pigs run away, so he turned and ran away with Xiao Feng next to him almost without any hesitation.

How could a cultivator in the transcending tribulation stage allow these two cultivators who were not in the late stage of the cave to slip away so easily from under his nose.

I saw that the two of them who were trying their best to use their body skills couldn't get rid of the black palm behind them like maggots on the tarsus bone. In the process of advancing, it was like a bulldozer completely suppressing and obliterating the surrounding aura.

Qin Zhaozhao's heart continued to feel the cold feeling of death, but seeing this, she simply broke her heart.

Immediately, he tossed the incomparably precious Buddhist beads behind him, and then detonated the aura he had poured into it.

boom! !

Qin Zhaozhao's aura was compressed by this string of Buddhist beads, and it could be regarded as resisting the black palm behind him, but before they woke up, the two of them saw the black air condense again.

And this time, it was not a palm but a pair of palms.

The palms of these hands became horns, which completely blocked the way for the two of them to escape, and at this moment, the bald monk in tattered robes was also walking barefoot on the spot.

The originally benevolent smile on his face now looked like an evil ghost.

"The essence and blood of ordinary people, I am such a merciful subordinate today."

As soon as these words came out, it sounded like thunder in all directions.

At this moment, the two of them, who were completely intimidated by the bald monk's aura, found that even the most basic activity of moving their fingers became more difficult than reaching the sky.

Seeing this, Xu Ming also felt the astonishing aura that hit his heart.

But he is not as unbearable as Qin Zhaozhao and Xiao Feng.
Because of this move performed by the bald monk, he also has a little understanding of the superficial. ,

"I didn't expect that a monk who spoke only words of compassion all day would have such a condensed killing power."

The little drug boy at the side couldn't help but give Xu Ming a high look when he heard the words, and then said.

"I didn't see it, you know a lot, kid."

Xu Ming who heard the words did not make a sound, because those two huge black palms also attacked Qin Zhaozhao and Xiao Feng one after the other.

The two who couldn't even move at this moment seemed to have the only way to die.

But at this moment, a murderous aura that soared to the sky and not weaker than that of the bald monk also shot up to the sky in an instant.

The killing momentum of the two collided with each other in an instant, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that this killing momentum from behind was actually more domineering than the former one.

What is different from the pure killing power is that the killing power exerted by the latter actually contains a bit of extremely condensed and overwhelming evil energy.

The fusion of murderous momentum and evil spirit makes those who see it have a terrible feeling of being in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

And the little drug boy next to Xu Ming, who looked like he had seen a ghost, complemented each other perfectly.

"How many trump cards do you have hiding from me?"

The little drug boy couldn't help but said angrily.

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(End of this chapter)