Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 740
"Thank you Brother Zheng for avenging me!" Yin Kui's trembling thank you voice came from a distance, as if he thought Zheng Rui was acting for him.

"It has nothing to do with you, don't interrupt."

Zheng Rui didn't even look at Yin Kui, he just took pictures from the air and grabbed Ge Yan's head in his hands.

Ge Yan had a look of extreme fear on his face, his eyes kept rolling, as if he was going to be frightened to death when he saw Zheng Rui up close.

"Your Yin God is still in the Niwan Palace, so there should be salvation. I regretted it as soon as I made a move. How about I save you?" Zheng Rui sighed and said: "Then do you want to live? If you don't want to live, I will It’s too lazy to work hard.”

"Think, think about Ge Yan's dog's head, you can no longer see the ecstasy and coquettishness before, when you talk, you are ugly and look very disgusting."

puff!

A sword qi fell, and Ge Yan's head was split in half. White brains and blood were scattered all over the ground. The scene made people want to vomit.

Seeing that Ge Yan's yin spirit was almost shattered, Zheng Rui hurriedly used his power to protect it, so that it could barely gather into shape.

"I'm sorry, I shot too fast, you just said you wanted to live, I thought you said you wanted to die!"

Zheng Rui asked with concern on his face, but as soon as the words came out, Ge Yan's Yin God in the palm of his hand swayed for a while, and almost collapsed on the spot.

"Don't get excited, I still have a way to keep you alive, such as recasting your physical body. And once your physical body is recast, your aptitude will reach an unprecedented level. It will not be a problem to break into the top [-] of the hidden dragon list, maybe that's the only way Do it to make up for my mistakes."

Zheng Rui said, his voice was full of guilt.

As soon as these words came out, Ge Yan's Yinshen face showed an extremely strong will to survive in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was asking: "Really?"

"You are so stupid. I must be lying to you. How could it be possible to have such a great supernatural power to bring the dead back to life? Even if there is, I can't use it for you."

When Zheng Rui said this, he sighed: "Actually, your death like this can be called a heroic death!"

Ge Yan's gloomy look of joy was just revealed, but he was stunned again, and then his eyes suddenly turned into hatred, just like a ghost, with disheveled hair about to rush over and eat Zheng Rui raw.

Ge Yan was extremely resentful and remorseful. He had seen Zheng Rui before, but he didn't pay attention to Zheng Rui at all. Who knew that this ordinary young man was so terrifying and powerful.

But at this moment, Zheng Rui smiled, gathered his five fingers together, and crushed Ge Yan's Yin God into powder with a click.

"I don't want to die in peace, Ge Yan Yinshen's last wail came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Rui waved his sleeves, and the nearby powder was immediately blown away by the strong wind.

"Xiao Ding, how do you feel now, has the anger in your heart calmed down?" Zheng Rui sent a voice transmission.

"Barely, I thought the master would send her Yin God into the cauldron to let me vent my anger. Just now I searched my memory, and there are tens of thousands of the most terrifying and cruel punishment methods in the past and present. I wanted to have a good time, but the master crushed her yin god!"

Xiao Ding's voice sounded in his mind, he seemed a little unhappy, and felt that Zheng Rui had not handled it well.

"However, the master is kind-hearted. There must be a reason for doing this. Xiao Ding will always support your decision, even if you are wronged, you will admit it."

Hearing this, Zheng Rui smiled bitterly and shook his head, knowing that Xiao Ding was fine.

"Master, Xiao Ding borrowed the mysteries of the Ding Tian Ding, and found that the sword will in the sword soul seems to have some cause and effect with Yu Jian Jiujue. We must get this thing. Thinking about it: it will be of great help to the master."

"I also have this kind of induction, and the breath fluctuations are very similar. But all of this can only be confirmed after obtaining the sword soul. If it is not possible, I will create my own supernatural powers and deduce the follow-up cultivation method of Yujian Jiujue."

Zheng Rui sent a voice transmission secretly, and glanced at the mysterious space in the direction of Sword Soul. He is bound to get this thing, and he must find a way to get it, because the stake is too great.

In all his travels, he had never seen any magical power at the same level that was more powerful than the Nine Art of Sword Control.Of course, this premise is that he must have such terrifying magic power to activate it.

"Don't talk about reaching the realm of Zheng Rui, a hero in the Qianlong list, as long as I have half the strength of senior brother Zheng Sanwen, I can do it!"

In the distance, Yin Kui muttered to himself in great disappointment: "In my opinion, the enemy who is almost invincible, in the hands of senior brother Zheng Sanwen, is even weaker than ants and dust. If I have the opportunity, I can become It was so strong that I would give any generation. With a plop, the earth seemed to shake.

Zheng Rui looked and saw Yin Kui kneeling on the ground in the distance.

"Yin Kui swears to the sky that he will definitely help Senior Brother Zheng get the Sword Soul, even if he sacrifices his life."

After Yin Kui finished speaking, he kowtowed three times heavily, kneeling down and kowtowed, the figure was extremely humble.

Then he raised his head, with an extremely firm expression on his face, and without saying anything else, he immediately used the seal engraved on the ground again to deduce the space where the sword soul is located.

This is the last step away from the sword soul. You must not make a mistake. If you make a mistake, you will be transported to other dimensions and everything will have to start all over again.

Zheng Rui has a tall and straight body, his robes are loose, and the long sword hanging from his waist is shaking slightly. He is like a fairy who is about to fly away, so transcendent.

As expected, on the seventh day, the space of Sword Soul was locked.It was a piece of space debris that only Xuanzhao Realm monks were allowed to enter.

Zheng Rui's powerful spiritual consciousness fully urged him to approach that space, and he immediately felt a strong sword spirit. At the same time, he even faintly heard the earth-shattering cry of killing.

He no longer hesitated, grabbed Yin Kui's shoulders, flew up, and was in front of the space fragments in an instant. He took one step forward and walked directly into it.

Feeling a slight tearing sensation from his body, Zheng Rui knew that he was teleporting through space. In just a moment, the world in front of him became clear, and deafening shouts and explosions sounded in his ears.

"Grab the sword, snatch it."

In Zheng Rui's eyes, this is an endless world, very vast, between the heaven and the earth, figures like gods and demons are vertical and horizontal, all emitting extremely powerful aura fluctuations.

Dozens of figures are all at the Xuanzhao level, but the mana fluctuations they stimulate are stronger than some masters in Xihuang.

It can be said that these monks are extremely extraordinary young geniuses. The youngest of them is only fourteen or five years old, with red lips and white teeth, and the oldest is not over 30 years old.

Originally, Yin Kui was considered extraordinary, but now Zheng Rui felt that compared with these people, Yin Kui suddenly disappeared from everyone.

Zheng Rui frowned, because as soon as he entered this space, those young monks who were fighting all looked over in unison, with unkind expressions and murderous intent!
At the same time, he felt his heart beat faster, and an extremely strong aura of the sword spirit attracted his attention. Within reach, there was a diamond-shaped blue crystal, shining with a strange light, which was the sword spirit.

"court death!"

All of a sudden, a sharp shout came from his ear, and a ray of fierce energy swept over him.

It was a piece of snow-white horses, like a waterfall falling, a vast expanse of whiteness.

(End of this chapter)