Shi Yu shook his head and saw that Ling Xiao could no longer stop the fourth powerful force grabbing at Armand Er, and a long roar pierced everyone's eardrums.
Everyone must have had an earache, and before they could react, they saw a black sky covering the earth.
Everyone felt that their eyes suddenly turned dark, and as soon as they felt frightened, they were hit hard and had deep marks carved on their bodies.
The roaring disappeared, and the heaven and earth became clear again. It only took a few breaths, and thousands of monks looked at the scene in front of them in shock.
Everyone was left with more or less minor or serious injuries. The low-level people fell to the ground and died one after another, their thick blood swaying in the wind.
No one can figure out what method the black-armored demon used to attack everyone in such a short period of time.
The man in black armor still stood quietly in the center of the earth, but his figure was slightly trembling.
The burly man lowered his head and lowered his eyes, gently pressing the fist mark on his chest. His eyes were shocked and he remained silent.
The woman in colorful clothes was hanging in the air with her skirt fluttering, caressing the blood stain on her neck and narrowing her pretty eyes.
The silver-helmeted man watched himself break the gun and was stunned.
And the old man who controlled the thunder who provoked Shi Yu was no longer alive. He was the only monk among the top powers who lost his life.
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Ling Xiao and others stood quietly behind Shi Yu, looking at the remaining monks with extremely calm eyes, but everyone could feel the disdain in their bones.
"Who are you?"
The silence of the battlefield was broken for a full moment before the burly man slowly raised his head and asked.
He looked around the world and saw that the monks who could still stand on the ground and were hanging in the air were less than fifty, and all of them looked ashen.
Shi Yu was trying his best to suppress the fatigue that came over him, and ignored the big man's questions. He didn't have the strength to answer.
Just at that moment, he used all his strength to activate Shiyu and punched all the monks at the same time. He had completely exhausted all the strength in his body. If someone dared to attack Shiyu now, he would be absolutely unable to resist.
But it was this silent response that made all the monks who were already frightened did not dare to act rashly. They just looked at Shi Yu's expressionless helmet and the hunting flag gun and waited.
"Click"!
The ferocious black armor made a soft sound, and everyone was shocked and involuntarily raised the weapon.
"Click"!
"Click"!
There were two more soft sounds, and Shi Yu took a step forward. Taotie swallowed his shoulders and his blood-red eyes shone brightly. Nine dragons guarded the heart and soul, and countless black energy like resentful souls circled around Shi Yu's body.
When the monks saw that the devil was victorious again, they were even more frightened and cautious.
"Who are you?" the burly man asked again.
Shi Yu slowly turned his eyes, and the slightly slanted pupils reflected the figure of the big man, and said with a faint smile: "I only need two moves against you."
The big man's expression changed, he covered his chest and slowly took two steps back.
"And you... look powerful, but in fact you only need one move." Shi Yu turned his attention to the woman in colorful clothes in mid-air.
The woman immediately dropped her cold eyes, bowed her head and bowed slightly to Shi Yu.
"The reason why you are still alive is, firstly, that I am merciful and do not want to kill more people; secondly, I have something to ask."
Shi Yu's light words were like a cold wind penetrating the heart, making the surviving monks' souls tremble slightly.
Shi Yu was not bluffing, because he saw it again just now. Standing here quietly, he saw the thin threads that once appeared on the Fire Spirit King's body, wrapped around these monks.
Although Shi Yu still doesn't know how he can fully control this ability, he knows
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Tao, as long as the thread is broken, no one can resist taking their lives.
Everyone was walking around in a straight line and disappeared from the Tianling fontanel. Only the burly man had one on Tianling's chest, which also puzzled Shi Yu.
"This will be my palace from now on. You come in one by one according to your level of cultivation. If I have anything to ask, if you don't agree, just attack me." Shi Yu said coldly and nodded towards Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao immediately threw himself out of the red mountain and fell suddenly again.
At this time, no one dared to shout and move, and everyone quickly retreated, avoiding the huge area covered by the red mountain.
Still wearing black armor and a black helmet, Shi Yu sat quietly in the stone room. The first person who came in was not the burly man, which made Shi Yu a little surprised.
The silver-helmeted monk cupped his fist and saluted Shi Yu, then stood still in the room, quietly watching the black air flowing in the palm of Shi Yu's left hand, and couldn't help playing with it.
"Why is there the aura of chaos? Is it chaos? Impossible, but what is it if it's not chaos?" The silver-helmeted monk suddenly became distracted.
"Your name is Silver Snake? Why didn't you say anything when you came in?" Shi Yu's words suddenly rang out.
The silver-helmeted monk suddenly woke up, moved his gaze away from Shi Yu's palm, and said loudly: "That's just the monks here talking to each other. My real name is Luo Yun."
"Well, in my opinion, you are not the most powerful monk here. If I hadn't shown mercy just now, you would have died faster than that old man."
Luo Yun nodded, took out a broken gun and showed it in front of Shi Yu, saying: "I have devoted all my skills to this bright silver gun. Now that it is broken, it is indeed no longer popular."
"Oh?" Shi Yu was curious and reached out to grab the two silver spears, which fell into his hands.
"It's nothing special! It's of average texture and average sharpness. Without your control, it's just an ordinary weapon." Shi Yu tossed the broken gun back to Luo Yun after turning it over and over without seeing anything special.
"That's why I came in in the first place. They didn't know what would happen if my gun broke.
Before you came, with this gun, no one could hurt me except Lei Zhi, who died in your hands. Instead, I could only be chased and beaten.
But if I wait for them to react, I'm afraid my life will be in danger, so I have to be the first one to come in, and I will run away after you ask." Luo Yun said calmly, but the group of people in the room heard it very interestingly.
"It's really interesting. You are the first person I have ever seen who talks about running away so calmly. Then why don't you just run away?" Shi Yu asked with a smile.
"If I don't just run away, it will show that I'm guilty and I'm already dead." Luo Yun's voice was still calm.
"Haha! Okay! Come on! Then I won't delay your escape. First, where are the remaining members of the Moro Immortal Sect?" Shi Yuchang asked with a smile.
"have no idea."
"Have you seen these two people?" Shi Yu sketched the portraits of the two in the Blood Palace.
"Never seen it."
"What did you grab here?"
"I just heard that there are many masters here who come to hone themselves and never steal anything."
"Okay, let's run away." Shi Yu hung the portraits of the two people from Blood Travel Palace on the wall of the room and waved his hand towards Luo Yun.
Luo Yun hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands towards Shi Yu and said, "I have a question, would you be willing to give me some advice?"
Shi Yu raised his eyebrows and nodded.
Luo Yun raised his hand and cut off the gun, and asked: "Where did the soul and spirit here go?"
"True spirit?" Shi Yu was stunned and immediately understood why Luo Yun was the most powerful monk here.
There is a spirit in the gun, which is equivalent to fighting two against one. No matter how big the difference between the top monks here is, it cannot be twice as big.
"Are you also practicing to steal people's true souls?"
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Shi Yu frowned, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of those evil cultivators in the Shadow Realm.
"No, after I die, the true spirit should also fade away from the mortal world, and its origin will be merged into this gun. This is the true spirit of the ancestors of my Luo family." At this point, Luo Yun's eyes became brighter, hoping that Shi Yu could
Give real answers.
"So that's it..." Shi Yu murmured in a low voice.
Luo Yun's spear is just like the piece of jade that Master Tianji gave him. It has a large formation carved to contain the true spirit. The difference is that the jade preserves the memory and temperament, while the silver spear only blends into the original power and turns into the spear spirit.
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"Isn't it normal to kill souls with a gun? Why do you ask?"
Shi Yu didn't want to say that he could absorb the true spirit. Besides, he didn't feel any true spirit entering his body just now, so it wasn't necessarily his fault.
Luo Yun shook his head and said: "No! This gun has been broken several times. It is a portable treasure given by my family since I was a child. But as long as the true spirit is still there, the silver gun will be restored immediately. But now, it is completely useless."
Shi Yu was puzzled when he heard this, and took the silver gun again with one hand, holding it in his hand for a closer look.
Suddenly, Xiao Hei, who had been sleeping to death, climbed out from between his waist and abdomen, sniffed at the silver gun, then climbed into Shi Yu's hand and licked it. After purging the black air, he lazily got back to his original position.
Shi Yu was shocked. There weren't many things that could make Xiao Hei move. Apart from himself, he had never seen the second one.
Luo Yun also felt strange that Shi Yu, a great master, had a strange mouse stuffed in his arms.
The three war gods were also puzzled. Suddenly, a strange thing crawled out of Shi Yu's body. They had never seen it before.
"Can you tell me the origin of your gun?"
"It has been passed down from ancestors for countless generations, and the foundation has long been impossible to test."
"Okay! I can only say that this is an amazing treasure. I don't know anything else, let alone where the true spirit went." Throwing back the silver gun again, Shi Yu waved his hand towards Luo Yun, indicating that he could leave.
Luo Yun glanced at Shi Yu's arms suspiciously. He wondered if the little mouse had some magic power and secretly swallowed the true spirit in the gun. Otherwise, why didn't Shi Yu see the clues the first time, and why didn't he see the clue the second time?
Said it was a treasure.
But Luo Yun did not dare to say another word, and left the stone room with a polite bow.
The second person who came in was the woman in colorful clothes. She could grab the Red Mountain with two hands and was considered the number one person in Moro.
"Little girl Luan Qingqiong has met the young master." The woman in colorful clothes was very polite at this time and did not show any frivolous behavior when teasing Ling Xiao.
"Listen clearly, first of all, where are the remaining members of the Moro Immortal Sect?" Shi Yu didn't want to talk to the woman and asked quickly.
"I don't know." The woman didn't hesitate and answered simply.
"Second, have these two people met?"
"Never."
"Okay, let's go out."
"Yes, little lady, please resign."
Luan Qingqiong walked slowly backwards. Iron Martial God raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "This woman is really eye-catching, and her cultivation level is so high! But why is her aura so mixed, and what kind of skills have she practiced?"
Shi Yu gave him a strange look and said, "It's awesome, but you don't want to know what to practice."
Ling Xiao nodded and said: "If I didn't have nearly unlimited Yuan energy and could recover from injuries very quickly, I would really not be her opponent."
"Hehe, there are only one female and ten thousand male ones. Lords of the Martial Arts, please don't get close to her, or she may turn into dregs of medicine." The giant beast said with a sly smile.
The expressions of the Three Martial Gods suddenly became distorted, and they couldn't stop fussing. How could a monk who came from the world of authentic and fierce martial arts accept such an evil method?
Just as he was talking, heavy footsteps "dong dong" quickly approached the stone room. Shi Yu and others immediately stopped chatting, and they all knew who was coming.
