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The first thousand one hundred and eighty-two chapters Sun Tianzong received people

"Boom!"

"boom!"

"Duang!"

The golden-armored giant rushes into the undead like a wolf into a flock of sheep. The giant-like body can kill an undead with just a few movements. It doesn't matter whether you are a god-breaking undead or a demon saint-level undead, just raise your hand.

A blast of hammer.

"Wow, how can this person be so fierce!"

"If God had not given birth to this child, this world of the dead would be like a long night forever!"

So far, apart from burning souls to gain short-term power, there has never been anyone who can confront the undead warrior head-on. Zhang Mengyu's performance is simply like a god coming down to earth and beating two thousand people with one blow.

Even the warriors and demon saints in the Breaking God Realm were dumbfounded by this performance. Afterwards, there was a kind of ecstasy of surviving the disaster. They originally thought that even if they could break out of the siege, at most only one out of ten people would survive.

Second, the appearance of this person directly changed their fate of death!

"This is too slow!" After all, these are 2,000 undead souls whose profound energy cultivation is much higher than it. It is too strenuous to kill them with physical strength alone!

Zhang Mengyu directly activated all the buffs, and the realm of Xuanqi surged to the peak of Poxuan Realm. A ball of Samadhi True Fire in his left hand and a ball of Fallen Heart Flame in his right hand began to merge. A pink fire lotus gradually took shape, and the undead even felt dead.

the breath.

"I'll kill you three thousand times!"

Zhang Mengyu directly smashed the fire lotus at the undead, and in an instant, a world of purgatory was created. When the undead were contaminated by these flames, the flames began to spread rapidly. Whether it was the Samadhi True Fire or the Fallen Heart Flame, it had the lethality to this kind of soul body.

They are all extremely terrifying.

"What kind of flame is this!" An undead at the peak of breaking the gods reluctantly cut off his own arm. Because the undead dragon's body was too big, it was impossible for such a strong man to cut off his arm, and he was directly burned to death by the flames.

Almost all 2,000 undead souls were wiped out by Zhang Mengyu alone!

"Human, just wait for me!" The undead who were at the peak of breaking the gods looked at Zhang Mengyu with great fear, but no one dared to step forward. Even though Zhang Mengwu's realm was lower than them, this human being was really

horrible!

"Mmp, you still dare to say harsh words to me?" Zhang Mengyu took out the Taiyang Sutra, this is a genuine one!

The moment they saw that thing, a huge sense of crisis suddenly appeared in the hearts of those undead. This feeling was almost the same as the moment they died. It was the power that connected the two worlds of the living and the undead.

Zhang Mengyu slowly opened the scriptures, and the undead souls immediately turned around and ran away, because they had already felt a power from hell. That is the world that humans should really go to after death!

"Ashes to ashes to dust, don't stay what needs to go!"

Zhang Mengyu recited a spell, and with the sharp sound of horse hooves, a carriage came from the void. There was no one on the carriage, and the horse's eyes were shining with green light, as if it was a guide to the underworld.

The carriage sped across the horizon quickly, and even erupted with a terrifying attraction specifically aimed at the undead. Those undead with the peak strength of breaking the gods were actually unable to move at all under this force!

The underworld is a truly advanced world, a place where the strength of the laws is thousands of times greater than that of this world. No undead at the intermediate level of life can resist the destruction of this world's power.

The carriage ran over their bodies, crushing their undead bodies, leaving only a few formless black shadows. The shadows bared their teeth and claws to escape from the carriage, but they were unable to resist this force.

, as the sound of horse hooves disappeared, they also went to the world that truly belonged to them!

"Wonderful!" Zhang Mengyu absorbed the power of these souls, and his soul strength has skyrocketed to a level that is difficult for ordinary warriors at the peak of Breaking God to compare with.

If such a huge soul power is absorbed by a peak human God-breaking warrior, it may even allow him to break through this realm!

But so far, no human being has been able to kill an undead of this level.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, dear donors, nothing is going on here, please help yourself."

Zhang Mengyu ignored those humans. At this time, he had to pretend to be an expert. Kong Lan's breakthrough was more important now.

This time has reached a very important stage, because the thunder has arrived!

Zhang Mengyu was about to yell at him, but as if Jie Lei knew him, he left behind a dense mass of world power and left.

"What's going on? Is there still a group of these world powers?" Zhang Mengyu was a little confused. Has his reputation been spread to other world powers in the middle world?

However, the power of this world is very strong, almost reaching the level of ordinary seven-color tribulation thunder, so Zhang Mengyu does not intend to embarrass him.

"You still have the truth!"

Kong Lan absorbed the power of the world, and his aura began to surge. This shocked the warriors and monsters. The power of the world didn't even follow the process, but left the energy and left. This was beyond their knowledge.

Is this a category? What are the origins of these two people? Not only are their methods extremely terrifying, they even try to please the power of the world.

"Nine Swords, should we ask that young man?"

"Yes, his methods are simply too powerful. Maybe he can help us fight into the ghost town and return us to the previous world."

"Now I don't want to break through, as long as I can go back alive, my sect needs me."

"My tribe also needs me. I have been away for more than 200 years. I guess my tribe has not been living well during this time."

"Okay, I'll go!" The person known as Nine Swords is called Lord Nine Swords. He is a warrior at the peak of breaking the gods. He is also the strongest and most prestigious among the warriors and beasts present.

The most important thing is that he has practiced a secret method that can cause certain damage to the undead without harming himself. It is a pity that his method is only effective for the undead below the realm of breaking gods, otherwise they would not have been almost wiped out today.

.

He walked to Zhang Mengyu and bowed slightly, "Zhang Tianshi..."

"It's Shenzun Zhang!" Zhang Mengyu corrected with a pretentious look.

"Yes, yes, thank you very much to Lord Zhang and Lord Konglan for coming to the rescue today, otherwise we would all have died in the hands of these undead today."

"No, it's just a piece of cake," Zhang Mengyu said, "The two of us are from Haotian Continent, how about you?"

"Haotian Continent?" The Nine Swords Venerable showed a surprised expression, "Our group of people are all from Haotian Continent!"

"What the hell? Such a coincidence?" Zhang Mengyu was also a little surprised, "How long have you been here!"

"I have been here for more than 30,000 years, and the remaining people range from ten to twenty thousand to several decades."

"Can you live for such a long time?" Zhang Mengyu raised an eyebrow, "Even if you are at the peak of God Breaking, your lifespan is at most five to six thousand years, right?"

"You don't know that the power of laws in this world is different. Our lives pass very slowly. I have been here for more than 30,000 years, and at most, hundreds of years of the life span of Haotian Continent have passed," said the Lord Nine Swords

He sighed, "But if we can't get out and continue to linger here for tens of thousands of years, we might as well just die."

Zhang Mengyu rolled his eyes, these hundreds of warriors and monsters were all great in the past. Now in these tens of thousands of years, their strength must have improved. If they were brought back to Haotian Continent, they would definitely be

A group of very powerful thugs!

If possible, take away the other warriors who are trying to survive here, and then...

Zhang Menglong suddenly asked for a piece of paper with three words "Registration Form" written on it.
Chapter completed!
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