Chapter 2477: Destroy the Enemy, Feel Sad

At the same time, Brother Ming's face changed instantly, and he had no time to issue a second move, and his body immediately retreated.

Because the palm print was pushing towards him, the direction of his violent retreat was not backward, but upward.

Whoosh!

But just when he retreated to a height of 100 meters, Zhang Xing's arm turned from bottom to top!

"Heaven-shaking!"

The palm prints moved upward from bottom to top at the same time, instantly reaching high in the sky and blocking Brother Ming's head.

And quickly printed it towards him!

Brother Ming immediately stopped and plunged towards the ground.

At this time, he really knew what it means to have no way to heaven!

But there is no way under the earth!

In this brief moment, the palm seal has sealed the surrounding space, and there is only one way to enter the ground.

"Earth Escape!"

Brother Ming used Taoist magic and planned to escape from the slap underground.

But he didn't realize that the silent palm print behind him was already close to the top of his head.

Boom!

Just when he had just used his earth escape magical power and was about to enter the ground, a palm print came in an instant and was imprinted on the top of his head, interrupting his spellcasting.

With a loud noise, Brother Ming suddenly felt the world spinning and his vision went dark!

Then……

Then he felt his soul leaving his body and flying towards Zhang Xing uncontrollably.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, what was surprising was that the palm prints that appeared on the ground did not look like three mountains, but were only a hundred meters in size.

Zhang Xing's control of divine power has reached a state of perfection. This is his territory. He doesn't want to cause so much damage, so he only leaves a hundred-meter-sized palm print.

In the center of the palm print, a trace of a human figure is still very clear, but no one is visible.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

The figures of a dozen of Brother Ming's junior disciples flashed to the center of the palm prints, looking for him and calling his name.

"You don't have to look for me anymore, Brother Ming has been destroyed by me!"

Zhang Xing looked coldly at the horrified soul of Brother Ming who was sucked into the halberd, without any pity in his heart.

"No! This is impossible! Senior Brother Ming cannot die!"

Brother Ming's junior brothers never believed that Zhang Xing had the ability to kill their senior brother with one slap.

"Nothing is impossible. If you don't believe it, just go down and ask Brother Ming!"

Zhang Xing said, turned his palm, and slapped those dozen people again!

"No! You can't take action against us, we are disciples of the Yinshan Sect..."

More than a dozen people were really frightened by Zhang Xing's merciless method of killing at any time.

They looked at the flash of palm prints in the air and ran around in panic.

But they found that no matter which direction they fled, they were always enveloped in the palm prints.

That palm print seemed to be the sky in their consciousness!

Zhang Xing's silent palm prints frightened them even more than the vigorous ones.

"Zhang Xing, our Yinshan Sect will not let you go!"

"Zhang Xing, just wait to die..."

Boom!

Just before they finished their curses, the second palm print overlapped with the first.

Before they died, the dozen or so people discovered that they just fled randomly in the first palm print and did not fly out of the range of the palm print at all.

At this point, the war is over, and the deputy leader of the Hidden Mountain Sect is dead in the epicenter!

The backers behind them, Yinshan Sect elite disciple Ming Ge and more than a dozen junior disciples died!

The Tianlong Sect also suffered heavy losses, and thousands of disciples of all races who had just joined also died in Jiutian.

"Congratulations to the sect master for your great achievement in wiping out the enemy!"

While Zhang Xing was silently looking at the messy Xiqi Mountains, all his disciples knelt down at the same time and shouted in unison!

"Everyone... get up!"

Zhang Xing, however, was not overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, his figure flashed to the top of a mountain range.

The deaths of these disciples made him feel very sad. They all came with dreams, but before they could dream, they were already dead.

Zhang Xing did not do anything for them and felt deeply regretful.

He took out the pink crystal and looked at the weak soul of Princess Huarong inside.

"Although I don't like you, you died for the sect, and I don't want to make the farmer sad. He has high hopes for you, so..."

After saying this, the soul of Princess Huarong in the Crystal knelt down and bowed down to her. Her miserable expression seemed to be shedding tears, and she begged over and over again, as if she was begging Zhang Xing for something!

"Hua Rong, don't worry, I will find a way to resurrect you!"

After Zhang Xing finished speaking, he put away the pink crystal.

He couldn't bear to look at Hua Rong's sad look anymore.

"Brother farmer, I didn't protect her well, I hope you don't blame me!"

Zhang Xing didn't look back. The farmer behind him shook his head, but didn't say anything.

He won't blame Zhang Xing.

If he had known that Zhang Xing could perform so coquettishly, he would have crushed the message transmission jade charm immediately.

Who could be blamed for the situation at that time?

No one is to blame, it can only be said that Hua Rong is unlucky.

The ones who feel most distressed are the farmers.

However, with Zhang Xing's promise, the farmer still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

It is quite difficult to resurrect a person. You have to find someone in the vast sea of ​​people who is 90% similar to Hua Rong in age, gender, cultivation, and body.

After finding this person, either kill her and bring her body back to life.

Or seize her body while she is alive.

But Hua Rong didn't know how to seize the body, so he could only use the body to resurrect the soul.

And the caster is not only proficient in the method of taking over the body, but also in the art of resurrection, and his cultivation must reach a certain level.

Zhang Xing's current cultivation is enough. Even if he does not use the art of resurrection, he can still learn it.

But where can you find a suitable person in the world?

Hua Rong's soul will not survive indefinitely. She will become weaker and weaker until she loses all her memories and becomes an unconscious soul.

Then it will slowly dissipate in this world.

Even if Zhang Xing relies on the formation to maintain it, it cannot be delayed for decades or even hundreds of years.

If there is a powerful formation plus a special artifact storage, Hua Rong's soul may survive longer.

"This is her life... Brother, I'm sorry to bother you!"

After a long time, the farmer slowly spoke. He really didn't know what to say.

Zhang Xing nodded silently and didn't speak again. The farmer sighed in his heart and left quietly. He understood Zhang Xing's feelings.

As the leader of a sect, seeing so many people die under his own disciples, how could he not feel sad!

Zhang Xing stayed at the top of the Xiqi Mountains for seven days and seven nights!

On the first day, he walked out of his sadness, put aside his unhappy mood, and calmed himself down.

On the second day, he entered into practice.

On the third day, he entered into deep understanding.

He rehearsed what he had learned before, and studied the state of mind of being promoted to God King again.

But in the next three days, he still couldn't see the gate across the starry sky.

In desperation, he could only give up.

That kind of epiphany is hard to come by, and it is difficult to feel it again when the cultivation has not reached a certain stage.

Zhang Xing also understood this truth.

On the last day, he looked at the brand new upgraded system in his mind.

This system had been upgraded as early as the first day, but he was not in the mood to look at it at that time.