Chapter 909 Unexpected Trace

The Liushen Yudao technique can only cultivate six real Liushen flying knives at the same time, which is the most powerful.

However, in Zong Shou's pocket, there are still dozens of flying knives that have been cultivated with the primordial spirit over the years.

These immortal monks who are trapped and locked here are not worthy of him, using the real sword of the six gods.

The shadow of the knife flashed, and in the distance were six immortal-level spiritual masters, whose brains had been pierced.

But at this moment, the Wuming Jianguang shrank suddenly, converging within ten feet of Zongshou.

Yin of Yuan Yi!

Within ten feet, I do not break the sword domain!

The sword light cut out almost silently. But when the light and shadow are everywhere, everything that hits from the sky is cut off by the sword and repelled.

Every clang, every clash. Both make the sword accumulate energy, making Shen Xiong even more powerful.

When the Heaven Swallowing Yuanhua Technique was accumulated to the extreme, Zong Shou's sword light changed again.

The Yang of Yuan Yi!

Where the sword points, no one can take the lead!

Thousands of sword shadows rushed forward like the Milky Way rewinding.

Layers upon layers of sword light flooded everything in an instant.

The faces of those immortal monks on the opposite side were full of astonishment and horror.

Then the next moment, he was chopped into countless pieces by this vast sword shadow like Ling Chi. Groups of blood mist exploded, and under the repeated slashing and cutting of the sword, they turned into flesh and blood.

With just one sword, Zong Shou and more than ten immortal rank martial artists were all beheaded in front of Zong Shou.

But at this time, the tower was only a hundred feet away, and it was close at hand, and there was no one in the way.

Inside Zong Shou's sleeve, dozens of silvery-white lights and shadows scattered, attacking in all directions.

It was Han Xi and the thirty-six soldier ants under his command. They are all as fast as light, incredibly fast!

Wherever he passed, there were also flashes of blood.

At this time, Han Xi's own combat power has already steadily surpassed the peak of the ordinary fairy rank.

And its subordinates, those holy fire soldiers and ants accompanied them through the tribulation, although they have not stepped into the spiritual realm. The strength can also be fought across the ranks.

The unity of mind and the cooperation between them are far beyond the comparison of these fairyland monks locked by the stone platform.

In just a moment, more than ten immortals were directly killed and fell.

The remaining prisoners here all showed a bit of panic and fear on their faces.

Zong Shou let out these holy fire silver ants and ignored them. ** In a flash, she went straight to the tall tower in the distance.

Walking in the void. The figure flashed. Then I heard Neizhong shout angrily: "Bold!"

Following the sound, there was a flail burning with pale flames, and a dozen iron balls at the end smashed across the air.

The flames that burned the sky caused traces of black streaks to appear between the sky and the earth.

Zong Shou frowned, and then sneered.

The peak of the fairy rank? This Burning Fire is very good. In this death prison, it can compete with the monks who are not from the Lu family.

However in his eyes. But that's all. Whether it is the power of the bloodline or its own strength, it is far inferior to him.

Still stepping on one foot. Amidst the bang, all those chain shadow iron balls were scattered. All the pale flames were also extinguished. Instead, it was Zongshou's Lei Lie Qianhuo, the pitch-black flame.

Immediately after he got up, he kicked out the second volley. When the strength arrived, the spiritual formation here was instantly shattered under strong pressure. And the upper floor of the tower. It was also kicked over directly, and a section was forcibly cut off.

"Mirror? No—"

That voice was filled with fear, and a figure suddenly flew out of the tower. He rushed to the bottom of the abyss and fled at a gallop.

Zong Shou sneered. He didn't try to stop it. But from his sleeve, a ball of flame rushed out, turning into the shape of a unicorn in the air. With a sharp bite, he will try to escape the man, and he will bite and capture him. Then it was triumphant. Holding the 'prisoner of war' in his mouth, he sent it to Zong Shou's eyes. That demeanor is like a cat that catches a mouse and flatters its master.

Zong Shou patted Xiao Ri's head with a smile, then looked behind him.

It only took five breaths from the time he appeared to attack this person to the time he captured this person.

And on the hundred stone platforms, there are more than fifty people, entangled with Han Xi and his subordinates.

After getting through the initial surprise, Han Xi and those soldier ants had difficulty in taking these people's lives down again. But these immortal monks also worked extremely hard to support them.

In Zong Shou's eyes, there was a flash of cold light, showing killing intent. But not far away, Lu Wubing said.

"Hold on, Your Majesty, please be merciful under the sword!"

Zong Shou let out an 'hmm', and slightly restrained his sudden sword momentum. Then, a little surprised, looking at Lu Wubing, he was puzzled.

Lu Wubing didn't delay, and immediately explained: "Most of these monks have broken families and died, and they only wish to get out of death prison as soon as possible. They are poor people, but they are also available to the king. I know the king Although there are nearly 10,000 cavalry under his command, there is only a lack of high-ranking Taoist soldiers. Aren’t these people just right? Your lord, master, although his injuries have not healed. However, with his spiritual skills, he can still resist the situation. There are some exceptions To help them out, take them out, it’s just a waste of time.”

He also said: "Most of these monks have deep hatred with the Lu family, and their temperaments are unruly. Before they were sent to death prison, most of them were heroes and would not be willing to submit to others. If they are willing to swear by their souls, follow the king In fact, it is best to be willing to be restrained. If not, you can also use the secret method to wash away the memory. Otherwise, if you want to return to the Lu family in the future and take charge of the Burning Holy Court, these people will be hidden dangers—"

The previous words were to explain to Zong Shou the reason for persuading him to stop. The following words, the real target is those immortal monks on the stone platform,

Zong Shou's eyes flickered slightly, and he fell into meditation.

Do soldiers?

His subordinates are not limited to spiritual cultivators. There is not even a single immortal cultivator.

High-end combat power is indeed lacking. It's fine right now, but if it goes on for a long time, it's definitely not right.

Especially when there is a great wave of spirits in the cloud world and many monks and strong men return.

It's just that these people not only have high cultivation bases, but also their own strength is not weak. Only because of his weak qi and blood and being restricted by the stone platform, he looked so unbearable under his sword.

After leaving the death prison, no matter where it is placed, it will be wooed by many forces, and it will be regarded as a guest of honor and respected.

Would you really like to be his sect's Taoist soldier?

It's just changing to another form, not subject to restraint, no vows, and no desire to be sacrificed by him.

Zong Shou, he was really worried.

It has nothing to do with morality, it is really unbelievable. He didn't want to make any effort to bring these out of Jiujue Death Prison, but was stabbed in the back instead.

Zong Shou is not a good person, these people are trapped here for their own reasons, and most of them are not good people.

Why does he have to defend his sect, to use up his strength to rescue these monks?

As for what Lu Wubing said, returning to the Lu family and taking charge of the words of the Burning Holy Court, but the right ear entered the left ear, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

At this time, the faces of the immortal monks on the stone platform are also changing.

Looking at Zong Shou anxiously, he knew that his fate was within the flick of a finger, even within the thought of a man who killed more than ten immortal cultivators.

The rest of the dozen or so people, listening to Lu Wubing's words, their faces changed slightly, and they seemed to be moving, hesitating.

Especially when they heard the word 'Zhijing', the faces of more than fifty people flashed with jingle.

Regarding Lu Wubing's next few words, it was also surprising that he remained silent.

No one was angry, and no one resisted, they were all lost in thought.

Zong Shou thought all kinds of things, but it was difficult to make a decision. He glanced at the people below again, then smirked at the corners of his lips, and put away his sword posture.

As Lu Wubing said, these people are indeed available to him.

In this fire-melting hell, under the torment year after year. These monks, on the one hand, their minds have been tempered to be extremely strong. On the one hand, he has no ability to resist the temptation of escaping from death and untying his own chains.

As long as they can escape, these monks are willing to pay any price.

The Wuming sword returned to the sleeve, and even Han Xi and the dozens of soldier ants also took it back.

Ignore the monks below for the time being. Instead, he grabbed with one hand, the peak cultivator of the Lu family's fairyland who escaped from the tower.

"A lonely question, would you like to answer it?"

After asking a question, I saw that this person was clenching his teeth, and his eyes were full of hatred and hatred, looking at him like a poisonous snake.

Although he was embarrassed, his eyes were quite determined.

Zong Shou knew the common law just by looking at it, and he must not make him open his mouth.

So I don't talk nonsense anymore, and I don't want to spend time pressing questions.

Holding down the person's head with one hand, he directly searched the person's memory with the soul search method.

The soul of that person was terrified and struggling crazily. While desperately stopping his thoughts, he also tried his best to destroy all his memories.

However, Zong Shou was not as fast as Zong Shou, and a trace of Buddhist faith poured in, and even faintly had the ability to suppress and repair.

"So it's called Lu Shuo? Good name! It's too late to send the letter—"

Zong Shou felt even more peaceful in his heart.

This was as early as he expected, and the tower was smashed down. At that time, it was also the time when Lu said that he wanted to inform the death prison guards about this matter.

What was destroyed was not only the tower spirit array, but also this person, who reported to several Lu family venerables,

But at this time, what he cares most about is not these, but Zong Weiran——

Instead of beheading him immediately, he chose to capture this one, in order to obtain Zong Weiran's news from this population.

"Sure enough, I have been here!"

Zong Shou was at a loss for a while, in this person's memory. It was a man who was so charming and powerful, like a god, who forcibly broke through here.

No one can stop him even with a snap of his fingers, but the sinners here will either die or be injured.

Continue to search, but no more memory about Zong Weiran. This one knows very little about the fifth floor.

After a while, this person's primordial soul gradually ran out. Zong Shou tried his best to maintain it, but it was useless, and eventually collapsed.

In Zong Shou's eyes, suspicion grew stronger.

His father, it seems, really came to this hell. So at this time, where is Zong Weiran? He has escaped from the prison of death. Or trapped below the sixth floor?

Looking down again, Zong Shou felt a slight headache. These immortal monks also need to think of a proper way to deal with them. rq