Four hundred and ninety-five ghosts without horns!
Black blood splashed, and the other ghosts paused for a moment, then started to kill Suoming frantically.
Faced with such sadness and madness, Suo Ming's eyes showed no trace of fear, but instead became calmer.
That day, the fairyland-like place suddenly changed color. Everything there was a demon statue, and demon statues kept popping up on the ground. As the only body cultivator, Suo Ming stood in front, endlessly, tirelessly, and fearlessly.
Death is the limit after the limit, but he cannot fall.
He can die and is not afraid of death, but death is just an escape for him. His life is not his own, but belongs to the church and Wang Meng. As long as he still has the value of existence, he must not fall.
He felt that his body was almost gone and he was no longer under control, but the number of demons was not reduced at all, and everyone was caught in the dragnet surrounding the demons.
Only three people were left standing, one was him, one was Wang Meng, and Hu Jing was maintaining the formation. The others fell down, and the attack of the golem came again.
Hu Jing has to take care of the others. The boss is the main force and wants to destroy these golems, and he is the only defender.
Wave after wave of attacks, the demon's cold-as-iron attacks hit his body, one after another, his soul was already numb, and his body had long been ready to collapse.
The limit has been passed, but he cannot die. Maybe his will has been destroyed, but he still stands and blocks the door.
At that door, there are tens of thousands of demon statues piled outside, and Suo Ming is trying to stop ten thousand people from opening them!
Because the person inside the door is higher than his life and everything else, he must keep it!
Until the moment the golem army retreated.
Wang Meng went to destroy the offensive formation of the golem army, but he was gone for a whole day.
This day was a nightmare for everyone else. Ma Tianer was overdrafted due to treatment, and the holy statue could not be used at all.
The attack of the golem is coming again, never tired. At this time, death is really a kind of relief, maybe happiness.
Give up, yes, give up. As long as you give up, you don't have to worry about anything.
But Suo Ming couldn't do it. He held the door firmly with both hands. He let the demon attack with hammer after hammer. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it. It was nothing.
When the golem retreated, Suoming was still standing there. He couldn't pull it down, as if it was growing with the door.
That's a nightmare.
Who is this cunning ghost in front of me?
boom……
The monks have seen what it means to be more ghostly than ghosts, and they have also seen truly powerful physical training.
All this time, the light of the Forbidden Hammer has completely obscured Suo Ming. The church is famous for its icons, and Feng Jin shines in his physical training skills. Suo Ming has been completely ignored in this regard.
The ghosts were afraid because they encountered monsters. Sometimes the muscles in their bodies were like steel, and sometimes they were like quagmire.
Wang Meng finally came back. Not a single piece of Suo Ming's body was intact. It took three days and three nights of treatment before Suo Ming got through the gate of hell.
That was when the golem formation suddenly erupted, and the temple almost encountered a comprehensive crisis.
Although he survived, Suo Ming still took care of him for half a year. It is a wise saying that if you survive a disaster, you will have good luck in the future.
Physical training cultivates the most rigid and most yang defense, but it is hard and easy to break. Once it encounters an attack that exceeds the defense, it has no power to fight back.
But Suo Ming changed.
The ghost's sharp claws cut into Suoming's body, either like steel or cotton, and he was clamped at once, both hard and soft!
One hammer at a time.
Zou Kai swallowed subconsciously and immediately activated the ghost gate, hoping to release something. His current level is still relatively low, otherwise he could release more powerful ghosts. He thought it would be enough to deal with these people, but nine is not enough.
Just ninety!
Yuanli poured into the ghost gate, and ghosts appeared one after another. The one who was alive and ready to escape immediately gained confidence, and more than thirty ghosts appeared in the fighting stage.
But Suo Ming still had an expressionless face. In the eyes of other monks, this expressionlessness really aroused admiration from the bottom of his heart.
How can you be so calm? Is this still a human being?
A normal monk would always feel wary when faced with such a scene, but when he looked at Suo Ming, he just looked at a pile of wooden piles.
The ghosts roared and swarmed up, instantly burying Suo Ming underneath.
Listen to the rhythmic explosions in the pile of ghosts and monsters, which are very slow and only last about two or three seconds.
Boom...boom...boom...
It's not hurried or slow, but it hits the bottom of everyone's heart and is full of powerful oppression.
Zou Kai opened his mouth. His Yuan Power could only mobilize so much, so he couldn't kill it, right?
The leader of the sect has commented that this thing can be defeated by the younger generation unless they encounter someone who is particularly unfaithful, and it can also restrain various magic weapons.
boom……
Soon Zou Kai knew what the roar was, and with every blow, a ghost was smashed into pulp.
Suoming is not afraid of attacks at all, he can attack you however you want!
A Dzogchen who cannot use magic is still a Dzogchen, even a Dzogchen with poor qualifications is still a Dzogchen, but he was beaten away by Suoming. The monks only saw the forbidden magic hammer, but ignored him.
If it weren't for this kind of strength, how could it be so domineering? This is the true immortal body, which transcends death.
boom……
In an instant, the remaining five ghosts retreated and let out shrill screams, not intimidating but out of fear, as if the expressionless human monk in front of them was the ghost.
It seemed that some kind of agreement had been reached, and the five weirdos slipped into the ghost gate and... disappeared.
Zou Kai felt like vomiting blood. This was okay. Is there any way to play like this?
He was truly summoned, but he left his master and ran away like this. How ungrateful was he?
Looking at Suo Ming approaching step by step with the Forbidden Hammer, Zou Kai's heart was filled with emotion as he looked at the expressionless look on his face. Damn, this is a ghost. All he needs is a horn on his head.
"I surrender!"
Zou Kai raised his hands very readily before Suo Ming took action.
Zou Kai hurriedly walked down, and the disciples of the Ghost Sect who were waiting for him immediately surrounded him, "Senior brother, how can you admit defeat? Even with your formation, his forbidden hammer may not be able to be broken!"
People are just watching the fun outside. How could these guys know how scary Suoming is? There is an evil spirit hidden inside that calm and calm person. If he continues, he will definitely be hammered to death.
"This guy is not human at all. He can't be beaten. He can't be beaten." Zou Kai shook his head. He couldn't care less about face at this time. He had a great future, but there was no need to risk it on such a thing.
The church takes another step forward.
At this point in the battle, everyone has seen the horror of the temple. Getting here has nothing to do with luck.
Another disciple of the Holy Church entered the Pure Land.
Before I knew it, there were four of them. Just one person could occupy half of the country.
In the seventh game, Holy Church Zhang Xiaoshan faced off against Fengshen Sect Shen Zhenhai.
Shen Zhenhai, from the famous Fengshen Sect, is the seventh in the Star Alliance. He is definitely a man of the hour. He is envied and looked up to by others wherever he goes. Before that, if we put people like Zhang Xiaojiang together with him, it would be
An insult.
But when Shen Zhenhai came to the fighting stage, he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.
He had never seen this look before, but he often looked at others with this look.
That means "bad luck".
Is he having bad luck?
Because I met Zhang Xiaojiang?
No, if you change anyone else, as long as he is a disciple of the Holy Temple, the result will be the same.
The church members were still standing there neatly. They had this attitude and expression since the first round of the Battle on the Other Side, but no one paid attention to them at that time.
But today, now, the last round of the battle on the other side.
The monks finally discovered something was wrong, because this is what a true strong person feels like.
A big chest!
Shen Zhenhai was very reluctant to admit it, but he couldn't refute it because he was also shocked by the battle ahead.
I was even a little sober in my heart. I didn't meet Zilong, Lishan, or Wang Meng.
Logically speaking, this is simply escorting him to the Pure Land, but now he really needs to be cautious.
Because he was facing the disciples of the Temple.
But even so, he still has an absolute chance of winning, especially when facing a bow cultivator. It would be really unlucky for the Eye of Truth to encounter him.
Zhang Xiaojiang appeared on the stage. At this crucial battle, Zhang Xiaopang still had that not-so-serious smile on his face. He was probably the most unruly person in the church.
Everyone has full confidence in Zhang Xiaojiang. He possesses the life weapon Explosive Bow and the Eye of Truth, coupled with the Earth Escape Technique. To be honest, anyone who encounters such a person will have a headache, and Zhang Xiaojiang is the most unruly person in the temple.
It's a face-saving one, but it's very slippery, and it's hard to use the provoking method.
Opposite him, Shen Zhenhai stood proudly with a long sword on his back. He had no trace of the noble demeanor. He was also very outstanding.
"Temple Zhang Xiaojiang."
The same name now carries glory.
"Shen Zhenhai of Fengshen Cult."
At this time, Zhang Xiaojiang's popularity has taken over.
Faced with this rare situation, Shen Zhenhai was relatively calm and not impatient. Outside the fighting stage, a group of Fengshen Cult disciples also had enough confidence in their senior brothers and faced this situation very calmly, with a look in their eyes.
It's a kind of pity, but it's for the opponent.
Zhang Xiaojiang was so unlucky that he met Senior Brother Shen, and it was hard not to lose.
This has nothing to do with strength, this is complete defeat!
The battle began, and Shen Zhenhai launched an attack. When fighting against a bow cultivator, a sword cultivator must use his advantage in close combat, even if he is a bow cultivator who is good at melee combat.
Shen Zhenhai is not an ordinary person, he is a master of Fengshen Cult who has reached the last round of the main competition. When you put in a hundred times of effort, others will also put in a hundred times of effort.
No one can succeed casually.
Shen Zhenhai's swordsmanship really has the style of the Fengshen Cult. It is elegant and full of murderous intent, quite sharp, and his footwork is also very well controlled. He is obviously specially designed to deal with bow cultivators.
Zhang Xiaojiang's attacks were also very fierce, but they were unable to break through the opponent's defense. It was not that the two of them were not powerful, but that both of them were very powerful.
Zhang Xiaopang was still jumping up and down like that, using the earth escape technique to spin around, and then shot an arrow when he was cold, but Shen Zhenhai was helpless, and the projection of the sword energy was quite limited.
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