"The sect competition is? Muchen? Invasion of the Demon Sect? Evacuation of the five major sects? Extraordinary ones? Disordered ones... OK, OK! I didn't expect that I stayed inside for hundreds of years, and only a few years passed outside, and something still happened.
So many interesting things!”
The savage seemed to have used a secret technique such as soul searching, and actually read all the memories of the Discord boss.
At this moment, the leader of the disordered ones had completely died, dragging him like a dead dog. The savage threw the boss of the disordered ones aside and laughed loudly:
"I, Master Jiaolong, am back! Muchen, I really want to thank you!"
"Without you, how could I have left Yinling Sect, mistakenly entered the trial of Ancestor Guimu, and gained such a great opportunity!"
"When I meet you again, I sincerely hope that you are stronger than me, otherwise I will not be able to help but refine your soul into my ghost servant!"
The disorderly people were horrified by what they heard, but they couldn't think of any resistance.
Even the strong men in the late Jindan stage were casually killed by the opponent, what else could they do?
The savage shook his shoulders, and his clothes, hair, and dirt immediately turned into ashes, turning into a naked bald man.
Then he turned a bracelet on his wrist, took out a set of strange black and red clothes and put it on. Then he bit his finger and drew two bloody lines under his eyes.
After doing all this, he looked at the disordered ones with a ferocious smile.
He licked his lips and said: "A soul that is willing to fall by itself is not bad at all!"
Outside the cave, Li Erniu, Bai Chuan, Zhao Ling, Lu Yong and others stepped on the third generation flying sword magic weapon of Excalibur and stopped.
"They're here, I feel them."
Zhao Ling held her temples with her hands, and a dim blue light lit up on her mask.
"They can really run! In order to train us, Brother Muchen asked us to encircle and suppress the remnants of the disordered party in Nanmingzhou. Each person has to kill two hundred of them. But these first batch can run so well. How can this mission be done?
It’s done!”
Lu Yong was a little angry. They spent several days chasing these people. It was really a waste of time.
As he spoke, flames burst out from his whole body, and he was about to rush in and kill all these people.
"Brother Yong, wait! The souls of those people have all changed in an instant! There is also a very terrifying soul inside!"
Zhao Ling suddenly sounded a warning, and Lu Yong stopped with a puzzled look on his face.
He looked at the entrance of the cave again, and he didn't know when Master Jiaolong was standing there.
"Light, bald head!"
Lu Yong shouted.
Master Jiaolong looked at them with a smile on his face and asked kindly: "You just mentioned Muchen, right? Don't you know that the one I know is the same person?"
Bai Chuan's eyes turned cold, and he moved his hand directly. The Third Generation of Divine Sword flew into his hand, and hundreds of sword energy transformed into threads and slashed away!
"This person exudes evil energy and is definitely not a good person!"
The other three people also had a tacit understanding and moved their hands at the same time, but Master Jiaolong just stood there, and several huge ghosts appeared from behind him, blocking the attacks of the teenagers with ease.
"Haha! Do you know that I am no longer what I used to be! I have the inheritance of a Mahayana monk! I am invincible in the formation of pills. I can even fight against Yuanying. Although you are not weak, you will not be able to defeat me when you meet me.
But you are also seeking your own death!"
Master Jiaolong laughed loudly, but Lu Yong spat: "You are still the invincible one in the pill formation? Brother Muchen can hit you a hundred times with one hand!"
Master Jiaolong's smile froze. Lu Yong's words seemed to poke his weakness, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Oh? I know Muchen is very powerful, and I owe everything to him today. What you said actually piqued my interest!"
"Let's do this. As long as you can withstand three moves under my hand, I will let you go. You go and tell him that Master Jiaolong has really turned into a Jiaolong now!"
Lu Yong snorted: "You're a frog in a well, it's not certain who will be spared today!"
He rubbed his nose from side to side, and the temperature around him suddenly rose a lot.
"Brother Yong, do you want to use that? Brother Muchen said this is your trump card, you can't use it easily!"
Zhao Ling saw what Lu Yong was thinking and quickly became worried.
Lu Yong said coldly: "The person I respect the most in my life is Brother Muchen. I will never allow anyone to talk about him in front of me. It just so happened that I also used him to try the new magical power that Brother Muchen brought me. For it, I
But I suffered a lot... The true fire of Samadhi!"
At first, Master Jiaolong still watched Lu Yong cast the spell with a sneer, but when he heard the words "Samadhi True Fire", his expression suddenly changed.
But at this time, Lu Yong's hair had changed from white to green, and two green flames were ignited in his hands. Lu Yong threw them, and the flames flew out.
"Li Huo Shu, chase!"
Master Jiaolong was horrified. The true fire of Samadhi can defeat evil spirits and ghosts, and is one of his biggest natural enemies. This is what the ancestor Guimu repeatedly told him in his inheritance.
He rolled up a burst of black mist with a swipe and fled out with himself, but the two green flames were like tarsal maggots, biting Master Jiaolong from behind.
He had no choice but to give up on the ghost servants he had just collected and throw them out to block the sword.
But even so, he still got a little bit of Samadhi's true fire, and his whole body immediately curled up in pain. He immediately cut off the piece of flesh and blood, and fled as if running away.
His escape speed was extremely fast and very strange. Lu Yong couldn't catch up, so he shouted behind him:
"You can't even beat me, so why are you stronger than Brother Muchen? Just save it!"
Master Jiaolong almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, but still gritted his teeth and escaped.
"Don't chase after the poor guy. This guy has the inheritance of a Mahayana monk. I'm afraid it won't be easy to kill him. Let's talk to Brother Muchen about this later. It's important to complete the task first."
Baichuan stopped everyone's pursuit and continued their encirclement and suppression mission.
Outside Nanmingzhou, there is the Sea of Divine Bones.
This is a death ship made of thousands of skeletons. It is traveling quickly on the sea and is no worse than a spirit ship flying in the air.
Moreover, this ship of death will also hunt and devour nearby living creatures, absorbing their flesh and blood, and their bones will become part of the ship's hull, just like a living creature.
"Master Ningtu, we will arrive in Nanmingzhou in about half a month."
The group of demon cultivators on the boat were the army of the Taiyin Demon Sect. The demon cultivator headed by them was a handsome man with a mole between his eyebrows. He smiled after hearing the report.
"My ancestor sent me to complete this mission, which shows how much he values me. This mission must be completed beautifully!"
A demonic cultivator said: "As long as those monks from Nanming Prefecture had a wink, they would have disappeared long ago. I am afraid that Nanming Prefecture has long been reduced to a paradise!"