My life of martial arts training

Li Chengzhou and Sikong Guitu chose to chase and kill separately without any hesitation.

Li Chengzhou controlled the sea of ​​true essence and chased Bai Yousheng, while Sikong Guitu attacked Meng Qing.

Without the sea of ​​true essence, the terrifying power of the giant whale quickly faded, but even so, the threat was still huge.

Sikong Guitu stood on the head of the giant whale, his face cold, his robe fluttering, looking at Meng Qing who was blocking the way.

Meng Qing smiled faintly: "How about stopping here?"

"We failed this mission, but you can't keep Meng Chi. This clone is our apology."

She did not try to attack Sikong Guitu with dream magic. Li Chengzhou incorporated the fist domain into his fists and was not afraid of dream magic. It was easier for Sikong Guitu to fight against dream magic. Xun Guitu could completely bring him out of the dream.

To a certain extent, the artifact Xun Guitu is very restrained against illusions.

"What is your purpose?" Sikong Guitu said with a gloomy face, not daring to rashly enter the colorful mist. Although he was not afraid of being addicted to dreams, it would take time to come out.

"Collecting 'grudges', as for what to use them for, I have nothing to say." Meng Qing pondered for a moment and said.

"After getting the 'grudges', Meng Chi will leave Qinghanzhou immediately. If you want to do it, you can, but I don't know how many people will die in Lincheng below."

"Are you threatening me?" Sikong Guitu said expressionlessly.

"No, just stating a fact." Meng Qing said lightly. If it was Li Chengzhou, she would not use such a trick. Threatening the other party with Lincheng is useless at all, and it will anger the other party.

But Sikong Guitu is different. If he is not sure to keep Meng Chi, he will consider not taking action.

"Really?" Sikong Guitu's face sank, and he controlled the giant whale to rush towards Meng Qing.

"This seat also wants to experience how strange the famous dream technique is."

"Okay." Meng Qing felt relieved and just floated in the air.

The giant whale opened its ferocious mouth, like a dark blue abyss, swallowing her and the colorful mist.

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"Follow my steps, don't go wrong." Zhang Suanpan said solemnly.

"Okay." Shen Yuan nodded heavily.

The unconscious people on the ground had their eyes wide open and empty. Their bodies were still alive, but their minds were annihilated.

As the beads fell one by one, the colorful mist separated to both sides, revealing a passage.

Follow the stairs to the top floor.

On the golden and black wood table, there was a small shrine, and a gray mist was floating above the shrine. From time to time, faces flashed in the mist.

This gray mist was obviously different from the mist in the dream array, carrying an extreme resentment.

Countless illusory red lines extended from the shrine and sank into the void, and no one knew where they led.

Zhang Suanpan fiddled with the old abacus, looked at the ghost shrine, and murmured: "Strange, strange."

"There is obviously no ghost rhyme, but how can the people of Mengge control the ghost and make it resentful? This method is unheard of."

His eyes flashed, and his face showed a strong curiosity.

"Senior, why don't you imprison the ghost first." Shen Yuan reminded in a low voice.

"Of course I will save it." Zhang Suanpan retracted his gaze, and the beads on the abacus fell off and floated in various places in the room in a specific way.

The beads emitted black and white light, bursting with a strong ghost rhyme, and violently collided with the colorful mist. The colorful mist was like boiling water, surging around.

Zhang Suanpan made seals with both hands, and an illusory abacus stretched across the sky.

"Suppress!"

With a finger, the illusory abacus gradually fell, like a big net, covering the ghost.

Until the ghost was suppressed, there was no resistance, as if it was a dead object.

Zhang Suanpan was about to step forward to imprison the resentful ghost when a figure suddenly rushed in.

The figure was dressed in colorful clothes, most of which were red. It was Meng Chi.

"I caught up." Meng Chi looked at the suppressed resentful ghost and breathed a sigh of relief.

If the resentful ghost was imprisoned, the "resentment" would also dissipate.

"People from Meng Pavilion?!" Zhang Suanpan's face suddenly changed, as if he was facing a great enemy, and a shocking ghost charm burst out of his body.

"Hmph, I don't want to fight with you, get out!" Meng Chi's face was cold. If he was not in a bad state now, he could easily crush two people.

Shen Yuan's heart was like falling into an ice cellar. The other party just glanced at him, and an unprecedented pressure fell on him like a mountain range.

Zhang Suanpan also felt a huge pressure. He smiled softly: "Haha, you want to deceive me. If you can do it, you shouldn't say these nonsense."

"Do it." Zhang Suanpan roared, and the beads that originally suppressed the resentful ghost flew into the air and enveloped Meng Chi.

Shen Yuan took out a "hand" from the storage bag and used it without hesitation.

The pale broken hand burst out with a terrifying ghost aura, as if it had come alive, with five fingers wide open, grabbing towards Meng Chi.

"Looking for death!"

Meng Chi's eyes were gloomy, and the colorful mist rolled, forming a giant palm, destroying the attack of the two.

His figure flashed, and he put the "grudge" above the ghost shrine into a bottle.

The ant who didn't even break the divine barrier dared to attack him, and he was furious in his heart.

But the situation outside was not optimistic, and he was not allowed to stay any longer. Every time he delayed, the situation became more dangerous. He still had a mission to fulfill, and he didn't want to let the plan fail because of a small matter.

"Although I can't kill you, I can still kill this Zhiyang warrior." Meng Chi looked at Shen Yuan, with a hint of murderous intent and hatred in his eyes.

If this person hadn't broken the formation, he and Meng Qing wouldn't have to pay such a high price, and they could have taken their time.

"Not good!" Shen Yuan's breathing stagnated, and the murderous intent surged like a tide, as if to drown him.

His mind was blank, but at the critical moment, he still used all the sources of chaos to improve his attributes,

"Soul-bound dream resentment!" Meng Chi thought of the previous resentment, a hint of sinister smile appeared on his face, and he performed a secret technique.

"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Suanpan shouted angrily, and the abacus in his hand quickly grew larger, forming a shield to block the two of them.

The colorful true essence mixed with this wisp of resentment became illusory, penetrated the shield, and sank into Shen Yuan's eyebrows at lightning speed.

"Hahaha, die in endless resentment!"

Meng Chi sneered, burning his blood, and shot out, leaving a colorful afterimage in the sky, and soon disappeared into the sky.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Suanpan glared at him, hurriedly checked Shen Yuan, and asked: "Shen Yuan, are you okay?"

Shen Yuan frowned and didn't notice any problems.

But the other party was so murderous that he couldn't use useless means.