Chapter 741 Nightmare Town Technique

"Naturally, escape!"

Zong Shou smiled and answered unambiguously.

He would never say that his little earth dog is not only a Qilin, but also has the blood of the Qilin royal family.

But for all sixth-tier Taoist soldiers, the matching exercises are closely related to armor and mounts, and both are indispensable.

If the Zilinyan spear was really sent out, then the joy of this time in the Dao Lingqiong Realm will be great.

"You—"

Although Shui Lingbo had expected this, it can be seen that Zong Shou answered so simply, without any hesitation or shame, he was still speechless for a while.

In the end, I could only sigh, and shook my head slightly and said: "If our family is that Yuan Mengzi, no matter how much the price is. Even if it is risking your own death, you will definitely be killed in the middle of the earth. You will never be allowed to live go back!"

"It's a pity that junior sister is not!"

Zong Shou didn't care about it either. He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction of the Lingqiong Realm again: "Now let's see that senior Yuan Mengzi, how will he choose?"

At this time, the sun was sinking to the west, and Zong Shou seemed impatient to wait, Zong Shou chuckled, and spoke again, the sound spread thousands of miles away.

"It's been half a day since noon! Are all the people in the Vault of Soul Realm already dead? Or do you want to be a shrinking turtle and dare not fight?"

The clear voice swayed far away. It can be sensed that there is a riot of energy outside the void world tens of miles away.

But after a while, he calmed down again.

Zong Shou sighed again, this spirit realm seemed to have made up his mind and refused to come out.

There are tens of thousands of Qiongjingmen inside, and it seems that they are all eggless. There was no movement in Dao Lingqiong Realm. But after getting familiar with it, the surrounding area is not far away. But there were a few echoes.

"Your Majesty is so courageous! One person alone challenged the sky, so that the Daomen Zongshan could only keep its doors behind closed doors. For ten thousand years, you are the only one!

"Blood Sword Demon Lord, the name of invincible in the world, the king deserves it!"

"People from the Taoist school have always been so shameless. Now that they are losing face, what can they do?"

"Fear the strong and bully the weak. No blood! The Xuanzun of Ruo Dao Sect know that their juniors are so incompetent, but they don't know how they will feel?"

"Chapter 741 of the Monarch's Nightmare Town's Art of Love and Enmity. I admire it! Such a feat should be understood! It's a pity that the day is not right, otherwise I must find the Monarch to cheer me up. Have a drink!"

A few majestic voices shook the sky, echoing continuously, full of ridicule.

Zong Shou curled his lips, too lazy to talk to these people.

At this time, desperately belittling the Dao Lingqiu Realm, adding fuel to the flames, clearly has ulterior motives.

He didn't want to care about it, but he didn't want to care about it either.

In the sky realm dozens of miles away, at this moment, someone was finally stimulated by these words and couldn't bear it. Forced out.

More than forty people, including two spirit realms, escaped very fast.

And beyond that barrier, one could faintly feel that restless aura. is more and more.

Zong Shou frowned and sneered. Suddenly with a sword, he slashed out.

Forcibly break and fold the space in front of him. When the blood-red sword light shuttled away, there were more than a dozen silver dots. is also attached to it.

Tens of miles away, the blood-red sword energy only flashed slightly. The body of a cultivator in the spiritual realm fell in mid-air!

More than ten dots of silver light scattered in all directions. Among them, five holy fire silver ants circled around another spiritual realm at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye, one by one. The limbs and head were suddenly separated from the body. It happened to be five knives! Coming to the extreme--

As for the rest of the dozen or so silver streamers, flesh and blood were also scattered. Dozens of Qiongjing disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, died instantly.

Then all the silver dots retracted abruptly, attached to the blood-colored sword shadow, and returned through the air again.

At this time, there were only hundreds of spiritual techniques in the sky, blasting from the sky. However, it was long overdue, and the eighteen silver ants had already returned to Zong Shou's side, circling and flying.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was a sudden silence.

Most of the people here have already guessed the fate of these people. But I never thought that they were separated by dozens of miles. Zong Shou was still able to kill those forty people in an instant, and fell so quickly.

And within that vault, the aura that was close to riots calmed down again.

Zong Shouze still stuck the nameless sword in front of his body, and looked at the dozens of corpses in the distance with pity.

——These people are really pitiful. After being provoked a little by someone, he ran out to die.

Shui Lingbo next to him sighed.

Knowing that a person like Zong Shou would have no less than eighty spiritual realms working together without sufficient preparation. Then no matter how many people come out, they will still die. But they ran out anyway, I really don't know whether to say they were reckless or reckless.

I am even more worried about the situation in this spirit vault, even the disciples of the disciples can no longer control it, which shows how bad the situation inside has deteriorated.

This time, Zong Shou might really succeed.

And hundreds of miles around, there was no more ridicule. Only from time to time there were a few yin and yang strange sounds, but no one paid attention to it.

It seems that those who spoke just now are unwilling to continue to stimulate with words, so that more Taoist elites will be buried under Zong Shou's sword.

So this space was once again silent——

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Hundreds of miles away, Yuan Mengzi had reached the high cliff again at some point.

Also looking down at the ground in the distance, the eyes of those dozens of corpses were full of heartache.

These people should have been the elites of the Dao Lingqiu Realm, and also the pillars that the Dao Sect can really rely on in the future.

Then at this moment, he could only lie there without making a sound. The corpses were icy cold, and many people couldn't even leave a soul lamp behind.

Thinking of this, Yuan Mengzi's beard and hair fluttered, and his robe and sleeves fluttered. In the eyes, there is endless struggle.

The bloody sword light just now was still in front of his eyes. With his method, it can be easily broken——

But today, do you want to make a move?

If he just sits idly by, he can only let this Zongshou show off his power in front of Qiongjing.

But if he makes a move, then he is Yuan Mengzi. As long as you are a little slower, you are in danger of dying.

Others don't realize it, but he can know that Ao Kun's thoughts have always been wandering outside the world.

The first line of murder is always to lock him firmly. A little movement can be sensed.

This person really deserves to be an ancient evil dragon! Only a few years after birth. The holy land that seemed to be waiting for more than 2,000 years was also severely damaged by Chongguang.

As for the other one, he was also suppressed at the moment. Can't move.

He, Yuan Mengzi, is not afraid of dying, at most tens of thousands of years later. Do it all over again.

There is nothing wrong with giving up this body of cultivation.

Is it worthwhile to kill this son just at the risk of dying together?

He was hesitant in his heart, and the energy in his [body] was also turbulent.

After a while, Yuan Mengzi's eyes gradually hardened.

——If this scorpion is not removed today, it will definitely be a serious problem for the Taoist confidant!

Take a little risk for it. so what?

Even if it was just for the dozens of disciples who died tragically in front of him, he, Yuan Mengzi, had to take action to seek justice for them!

There was a sudden turmoil in the space behind him. Qingming's slim figure appeared behind Yuan Mengzi. Pretty face. It's all the color of anxiety.

"Uncle! In the sky, please come forward and frighten me. Now the crowd is raging, and many disciples can no longer control it!"

The voice is urgent, going out at this time is just to die! to no avail--

Yuan Mengzi frowned upon hearing this. Then he smiled gratifiedly.

"I am a disciple of the Spiritual Vault Realm, so there is still some blood. It is not just those who only know how to fight for power and profit, and are cowardly and cherish their lives."

Qingming was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yuan Mengzi with some puzzlement.

The words are so good, but the enthusiasm depends on time.

She herself, in fact, can't wait to go out and fight that Zongshou!

Even if it is death, let people know the bloodiness of Daomen. But in the future of Daomen, it needs seeds and pillars even more.

Thinking like this, Qingming was about to speak to persuade. But seeing Yuan Mengzi, he flicked his sleeves suddenly.

"Let them make trouble, and there is no need to persuade them. That Zong Shoushen is about to die! It only takes half a moment, and we will see the result! If I can return safely, everything will be fine. If not, Qingming, you can be a three-generation disciple. Ancestral Firmament Realm."

Qingming was confused when he heard it, and then the space beside him collapsed.

The scene in front of him also changed suddenly, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the sky.

First stunned, then surprised.

Could it be that Uncle Yuanmeng is ready to make a move? Will he be able to return to the vault of heaven safely later?

The latter sentence is clearly explaining the funeral!

On the lonely cliff, Yuan Mengzi hesitated again.

In fact, if you want to be safe, the best way is to make some movements in the sky to divide the heart of defense.

Then he laughed dumbly again, how could he bear the heart of those disciples to die for this?

Yuan Mengzi doesn't bother!

Suddenly, a silver needle was inserted between the eyebrows. Then more than a dozen silver lights will penetrate into the key points on the head one after another.

When the soul thought surged, a scroll was also thrown from his sleeve, and it turned into a hundred-foot-sized formation, which landed at his feet.

Then that majestic thought also condensed like a needle, piercing through the air and leaving.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of miles away. Zong Shou, who was closing his eyes to rest his mind, only felt a pain between his brows.

After a little dizziness, the whole person fell into a white space.

All white and flawless.

"Is this—a hallucination, a dream?"

In just a moment, Zong Shou knew that this was Yuan Mengzi, and he had already made a move.

At this time, I am in a dream, but I don't know what kind of method will be used next? Taking a deep breath, Zong Shou completely calmed down his emotions.

Knowing this blow, if he can survive this blow, Yuan Mengzi will probably fall. If you can't support it, you will have no life.

The next moment, I saw Yuan Mengzi walking towards this side from a distance in front.

Following this person's steps, a large amount of white around him was dyed thick black.

Then the black color gathered and turned into huge ferocious monsters.

"Nightmare town technique?"

Zong Shou's heart sank slightly, this person used right and wrong sorcery, but led the evil spirits from all directions into his dream.

Even if he can last until the last moment today, he will most likely be taken advantage of by these evil spirits. At least he will lose all reason, and at worst, his soul will be destroyed.

Then the next moment, I felt that there was something extra on my shoulder.

You don't need to look, you know it's Xiaori's little dog.

On the opposite side at this time, Yuan Mengzi was also slightly surprised. I saw traces of white air lingering around Zong Shou's body.

I don't know what it is, but it inexplicably makes him feel a sense of palpitation.