In those years, the cultivators we cut together

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death. Maybe many people feel fearless about death when they are chatting in ordinary times, but when life is really threatened, the fear engraved in the soul will make most people in this world People and immortals knelt down and begged for mercy.

At this moment, facing Shangguan Sheng who was as powerful as an ancient demon god in front of him, the blond man responded tremblingly with his spiritual sense, expressing his willingness to sign.

Shangguan's promotion was not unexpected, and he didn't mean to laugh at it, he just patted the man's head calmly, and Guipu also thoughtfully offered a spiritual deed.

Under the desperate gaze of his companions, the blond man trembled, ready to sign, but the next second, snow suddenly fell in the sky.

In the sunny weather, heavy snow fell silently, full of weirdness, and the blond and white people who were kneeling were all excited after seeing the snow, shouting words to each other, even the people who had planned to The blond man who signed the contract also stopped abruptly and glared at Shangguan Sheng.

The big fat magic chef raised his head, looked at the heavy snow, and then lifted the spatula with a wave, and a semicircular cover appeared in an instant, directly blocking the snowflakes.

As for the other magic monks, they found a blond old man holding a staff and wearing a strange crown standing in the blue sky above.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were staring straight at Shangguan Sheng, and Shangguan Sheng was not afraid of this at all, standing with his hands behind his back, also staring at the old man.

Not long after, the vast spiritual consciousness was released in everyone's mind:

"Friends from China, hello."

The blond old man in the sky looked at Shangguan Sheng and showed a kind smile:

"I am St. Peter, the first Pope of the Catholic Church. My friend, can you release my believers? They are all children of God."

(Note: St. Peter, also known as St. Peter, the first pope of the Catholic Church, the leader of Christianity in ancient times, and the head of the twelve apostles of Jesus.)

At this moment, after hearing the old man's words, Shangguan Sheng gave a domineering smile, and his spiritual sense responded:

"It's you, an old man, pretending to be a ghost and wanting to come to Shenzhou to preach? Who is your master?"

Aware of Shangguan Sheng's spiritual sense, St. Peter responded: "My master is God, and everything is God's will. We want to save the suffering people in China."

As soon as these words came out, all the monks of the magic way couldn't help laughing. This old man is so funny. The people of Shenzhou have lived in peace for 300 years. Do you need to save them?Aggression is just aggression, and if you talk about these vain things, you will really set up a memorial archway for yourself.

Shangguan Cantaloupe is even more impatient:

"Father, stop talking nonsense with this old man, just cut him off and see if his god will come to save him."

Shangguan Sheng also had this intention, his whole body exploded with momentum, countless black rays of light condensed behind him, and a huge black dog's head appeared directly.

And St. Peter, who felt the extreme spiritual power in his body, also changed slightly.

This man is no ordinary great magister, his strength is not inferior to his own!

In the field, Shangguan Sheng, who was shining with black light all over his body, waved to the old man:

"Don't be afraid, my bishop, you are a man!"

St. Peter was motionless, his face grim.

"What? Are you afraid?"

Shangguan Sheng, the most pretentious person in his life, sneered disdainfully, and then his body dissipated instantly with a "wow".

The next moment, St. Peter felt a terrifying aura as vast as the abyss coming from behind him.

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"Look at the knife!"

The huge Dageng bronze vessel was chopped down head-on, and the ghost with a long tongue was split in two by the sharp blade wrapped in true energy. In the end, only one long tongue was left and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Xiaolu was surrounded by more than 30 ghost cultivators, but he was not afraid at all. His whole body was glowing with colorful rays of light, with five-color rings on his back, and his eyes were cold and arrogant.

He changed from forehand to backhand, holding the Dageng bronze vessel against his back, and the long blade naturally dragged on the ground, then glanced at the ghost cultivators around him, lowered his body, and was in the posture of squatting and drawing the sword.

"Why don't you talk? Are you so handsome by my sharp movements?"

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu's posture became lower and lower, and he said coldly to the ghost monks around him:

"Since you don't speak, I'll hack you all to death, and leave one alive for interrogation."

After finishing speaking, he sprinted fiercely, and the Da Geng bronze vessel slashed upwards, setting off a fierce wind!

Japanese sword technique - crouching tiger's sword style!

At the same time, in the sky, Xiao Yuer was facing two ghost cultivators at the Alchemy Realm at the same time.

Compared with Lin Xiaolu, Xiao Yu'er's spiritual method is actually relatively simple. The extremely powerful foundation building of the heavenly way combined with the hand of picking stars can be said to destroy the world. Even Li Mingru back then, at Xiao Yu'er's current age Also far behind her.

"Shout!"

In the sky, two alchemy ghost cultivators summoned several ghosts from their bodies at the same time, and their shrill roars resounded throughout the night sky. Facing this army of terrifying ghosts, Xiao Yuer stretched out her small hand and fought hard from left to right. with a wave.

A huge invisible palm appeared immediately, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, sweeping away countless ghosts.

Her method of fighting is very simple, slap people with a big slap, or pinch people with a big slap.

In the sky, she just slapped left and right like this, she can use her big slap to defend, and she can also use her big slap to attack, both offensive and defensive, simple—and powerful!

"boom!"

At this time, there was another loud noise from below, and a big hole was knocked open in the back wall of a private house. A ghost cultivator in the alchemy realm rolled and flew out of the hole mixed with countless gravel and dust, and could not afford to be seriously injured.

At this moment, the sound of fierce fighting was still resounding in the private house, and not long after, two ghost cultivators from the Foundation Establishment level crashed into the wall of the house and flew out.

"Bah, there's so much dust in this house, I ate a mouthful of ashes."

Lin Xiaolu walked out of the hole in the wall with a big knife in hand.

He first looked at the two foundation-building ghost cultivators, and seeing that they were already dead, he looked at the alchemy-level ghost cultivators who were still lingering.

"Brothers, why don't you talk?" Lin Xiaolu walked towards him with a knife in his hand, and exclaimed, "When I was chopping you up just now, a buddy was hacked to death by me without making a sound. , Zhen Te Niang is a tough guy."

As he said that, he held the big knife and looked at his sister in the sky. Seeing that she could handle it, he continued to look at the alchemy monk in front of him and said:

"It's only been one night since I caught that ghost elder sister, so many of you have come here. Do you want to kill people? Do you have any secret plots that you don't want Emei and other sects to know? You can choose to tell me, and I'll give you an answer." If you are happy, you can choose not to say anything, and then I will catch you to Emei and hand you over to Tangyuan, believe me, you will not want to see Tangyuan, he is a peerless ghost that even I fear."

While talking, Lin Xiaolu was preparing to continue cutting people, but the monk who was already injured did not show any fear when he saw it.

He looked at the tough young man in front of him, and finally spoke hoarsely:

"The sky in China is about to change, boy, everyone will die, including you!"

After finishing speaking, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, and slapped himself on the forehead!

"boom!"

A mist of blood exploded from the back of his head, and then the monk twitched slightly, then fell to the ground and died on the spot.

Lin Xiaolu was stunned by this sudden scene, while Shuai Shuai Ya and Tang Xin in the inn also watched this scene from afar.

"We have to go back to Emei quickly. It feels like something big is going to happen." Tang Xin frowned.

Shuai Shuai Ya also nodded.

It thought about a series of things that happened recently, and always felt that it was too coincidental.

From Dongying monks participating in the Huangtian Mirage, to Xiaolu saying that Shangguan's family met a strange foreign monk, and now ghost cultivators reappearing in the world.

What kind of trouble is this going to be?