Chapter three hundred and forty second direct action
(I was too busy during the day and I finished writing it late. I’m sorry. That chapter will be one or two in the morning in the evening! Everyone is happy to read! Brother Feilong, Yu Tuo’s praise, thank you very much!)
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There was a middle-aged man wearing a brown dress and the essence of his eyes went down with the sound.
This person had been hidden in the dark before, and his traces were not revealed. When Zhu Jiu was about to leave, he suddenly shot a cold arrow and came out to stop him.
He jumped from the top of a big tree, his magic power fluctuated heavily, reaching the fifth-level top grade. During his fall, his momentum diverged and formed an attack. In the void, the magic light shone brightly, and there was a vicious blow to kill people.
Whether it is the monitoring of the Tianbang or the sensing of his own, Zhu Jiu was hiding in a tree not far away. He knew it well. Faced with the attack from above, he stood like a mountain, motionless, but the ghost dragon under his feet suddenly slightly
With the tail swing, the main tendons of the divine chain shone brightly in the body, and the sound suddenly sounded.
‘Ding Ding!’ The tone is clear and wonderful, and there is a ray of purple aura that is strangely cold and quiet, covering the sky and the earth, as if it can be frost and the earth.
Silently, the pressure and attacks of the middle-aged man disappeared without a trace, as if he was swallowed by purple air. The pressure was originally an invisible thing, but under the erosion of the purple air of the ghost dragon, it seemed to turn into a physical body and be frozen.
Generally, the scene is extremely strange.
The face of the middle-aged man who fell from the sky changed slightly, and the attack was still unrest and was resolved without any surprise. Even if a small stone fell into the water, it would have to be turbulent.
"Who are you? You are watching." The man stopped in the void and looked a little solemn. He did not immediately take action and stood in the air. Through the attack just now, he paid attention to the purple aura displayed by the ghost dragon.
Try to speak.
"What do you want to do with him? Hurry up and kill the matter." Zhu Jiuning watched, but did not reply. Instead, another voice sounded in the air, and the lyrics were cold. Another person appeared, and the dark blue lighted crown was blooming from the top.
fall.
The newly emerging person is over thirty years old, with a strong body and a top-level fifth-level mana. He wears a sea-blue armor with a shiny wave, and the armor is engraved with layers of secret patterns. It is shining and radiant, and the mysterious flow is circling.
"The power of the purple dragon under this man is quite powerful and looks a little strange. Be careful and think about it. "The middle-aged man who fell first has the same magic power as that of the blue-armored monk, but his identity is subordinate. Seeing him, he came out
He asked and answered immediately.
When the blue-armored monk heard this, his divine thoughts fluctuated and he checked Zhu Jiu in response. Then he shook his head lightly. When he swept over the ghost dragon, his eyes flickered. He spoke again and commented:
"The purple dragon is really good. I am a mid-level fifth-level mana, and my magic power is not bad, but my soul power is quite weak and does not match my magic power. Therefore, my combat power will be greatly affected. I am not a good person. He is wearing a corpse and a god.
The clothes should be a disciple under a certain elder."
His evaluation cannot be said to be completely wrong. His soul has dried up and it takes a long time to recover. Zhu Jiu walked on the ghost dragon before his feet, his thoughts sink into the ocean of consciousness, he was in a mysterious realm, and bathed in the Taoist rhyme, but he was just a warm soul.
, it has only recovered, but has not completely filled the soul power that has been absorbed by the Immortal Demon Sword.
Therefore, Zhu Jiu's face still looks pale at this time, as if his essence is not strong and naturally weak.
After the man in blue armor made a judgment, he saw Zhu Jiu keep silent and without any response, as if he was hit by the vital point and could not argue, and he chuckled, and said:
"Your purple dragon is of high qualifications, but the improper training delays its growth. If this dragon is under my seat, at least two more ranks out of thin air, and maybe it has broken through the sixth level and become a shocking beast.
Well, I will open the Internet today. If you know the tact, exchange this dragon for life!”
After he finished speaking, Zhu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, but it was still unpredictable, like a quiet lake, without saying a word.
Not far away, the three besieged disciples of Mingyue Sect saw a cultivator here, and immediately fought and retreated quickly, approaching with Zhu Jiu to help each other and defeat strong enemies together.
During the movement, one of the young men screamed and was hit by the opponent's arm, which broke immediately and was seriously injured. Fortunately, the man with the strongest man among the three, otherwise they would be worried about their lives.
Finally, the three of them leaned over and stood not far away from Zhu Jiu. The rest of the people who pursued and besieged them were ring-shaped and surrounded on the periphery, and they were not in a hurry to take action. Everyone had a cold face and looked at the surrounded people like tigers and wolf hunting.
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When approaching, the middle-aged man in silver robe headed by Mingyue Sect looked alert and guarded against the people around him. While he was sensing his divine thoughts, he also noticed that Zhu Jiu's soul was weak, and his face flashed with disappointment. After the follower's spirit was slightly shocked, he spoke.
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"Seeing my brother's clothes, I should be my disciple of the Abyss Corpse God. The fifth-level mid-level cultivation level shows my talent. I must be extremely valued by the sect. I wonder if it is the disciple of the elder of the Abyss?"
When he said this, a secret look was heard, and the intention was to let Zhu Jiu follow the words and say that a powerful abyss elder came out so that the besieged people would be afraid, and perhaps it would alleviate the current crisis.
Zhu Jiu immediately understood his intention, but did not respond. He looked at the people around him, his eyes circling, looking at several of them in abyss costumes, spoke for the first time, and said slowly:
"You are so brave to collude with outsiders and intercept and kill disciples from the sect, no matter what the reason is, you are a serious crime. So bold!"
There were three people wearing the costumes of the disciples of the Abyss. After hearing Zhu Jiu’s rebuke, two of them sneered at the same time, and one of them mocked:
"You don't know until you die, but you still dare to teach us a lesson. It's so stupid. I will tell you that life is worse than death later!"
The remaining one was watched by Zhu Jiu, wearing a black robe and dressed in a corpse-sacred disciple. He was over thirty years old and had a pale face. His eyes turned to Zhu Jiu and looked at him in detail, with a look of surprise.
The bystanders saw that his face was strange, and someone asked in surprise: "What expression do you have? Do you know this kid?"
The disciple of the Corpse Goddao did not answer, turned his head and looked at the other two people from the abyss branches. There was a hint of fear in the depths of his words, and asked:
"Have you seen the two brothers recently?"
The other two looked at Zhu Jiu with a look of surprise. One of them turned his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"The person in front of him has a weak soul, which seems to be inconsistent with the person rumored in the sect, right?"
The people around him didn't know what the three of them were saying. The monk in blue armor was impatient and said to Zhu Jiu again:
"I still count what I say. You offer the purple dragon beneath you, and I will spare you."
Zhu Jiu suddenly had a smile on his expressionless face, and he shouted softly, like a thunderbolt. He didn't speak anymore and took action directly. A ball of ink magic light gushed out of his mouth and spread to the surroundings at a very fast speed.
At the same time, everyone felt that the surrounding wind and clouds were rising, and even the void was condensed by a thick magic power that collapsed from all directions, turning into a physical body, shaking, and in an instant, it seemed that even the world was about to turn around.
The black undercurrent that was gushing out by Zhu Jiu spread everywhere in the blink of an eye, full of coldness and silence, and a trace of cold murderous intent. If a dark night in the world suddenly came, it would swept away everything.
This is the power of the sea of consciousness dark talisman that Zhu Jiu rarely uses. His soul has not yet recovered at this moment. The dark talisman is the best way to devour the method and hardly consumes himself. It is the most suitable technique for the current situation.
The darkness spread, covering the sky and the earth quickly turned into a dark chaos that seemed to cover the heavens. It seemed to have completely turned into the original land of Hongmeng. There was no sound or light, and everything had not been born. Everything was silent, leaving only darkness forever.