"Big? In the last mission, I killed three Taoist elders of 'Ice Chi Island'." Laojun asked curiously, "Is there a bigger goal?"
"What does it mean to become a Taoist Spirit Master?" Beidou's eyes suddenly sparkled, "This time, your target is a saint!"
"saint?"
Laojun Gujing Wubo's old face finally revealed a look of surprise, "Me?"
"As far as your abilities are concerned, what's the difference between a saint and a spiritual master?" Beidou gently stroked his curved back.
"Having said that," Laojun said hesitantly, "I'm afraid my strength can't even come close to that of a saint."
"Leave this to me." Beidou showed a confident smile, "Your mission is to kill the target after getting close to him!"
"Since Mr. Beidou said so." Laojun's expression suddenly became excited, and he seemed to be younger...by a year, "Well, Laojun, I really want to taste the taste of slaughtering a saint!"
"It's just that you don't have long to live. Even if you succeed, I'm afraid..." Seeing him like this, Beidou hesitated.
"Lord Beidou, have you thoroughly studied my physique?" Laojun chuckled.
"About 80% of it has been analyzed." Beidou smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Your physique is so complex that I have never seen it in my life. It took me five years to fully understand it."
"Eighty percent?" Laojun seemed a little unwilling, and asked, "Maybe imitate?"
"I found someone to do the experiment." Beidou answered truthfully. "Although they can use your ability, they will die after using it once, and their power will be reduced by at least 30%."
"That's not bad." Laojun breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again on his face, "Sir, you might as well implant my ability into more people. In this way, Laojun can still serve you after his death. How lucky you are.
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"Thanks!"
Beidou looked into his dim eyes and spoke word by word.
"Cough, cough!" Laojun grinned, and then he kept coughing. His thin body was shaking violently, as if even his internal organs were being coughed out of the body...
"Woo!!!"
Half a day later, a loud and powerful trumpet sound suddenly sounded above the Yiren Valley, lingering for three days without stopping.
In the high sky, Beidou stood quietly, with a tall and straight figure, his long white hair gently fluttering in the majestic wind, and his whole body exuded an indescribable majesty and magnanimity.
One after another figures jumped out from the valley, shooting high into the sky from all directions, and all hung behind Beidou.
These people were male and female, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin, with different shapes. They were so densely packed that there were hundreds of them, and the scene was spectacular.
Among them, the one-armed woman Wen Qu, the girl Lingling carrying a huge burden, the sturdy blond man Eugene, and the young boy with magical healing methods are all prominently listed.
The only person standing next to Beidou was Lao Jun, an old man with gray hair on his temples and wrinkles on his face.
"Let's go!"
Seeing everyone gathered, Beidou said lightly, "It's time for the world to know the reputation of the Stranger Valley!"
As soon as he finished speaking, nearly a hundred figures shot out towards the south, turning into streaks of light in the air, and soon disappeared without a trace.
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Just as Nangong Ling expected, as the battle situation on the side of "Wen Dao Academy" was reversed step by step, the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" gradually showed an anxious attitude.
Perhaps realizing that if the stalemate continued, there would be no hope of victory, so Mo Disheng changed his strategy and mobilized a large number of experts, concentrated his forces, and suddenly launched a fierce attack on the borders of Xiqi Province and Antai Province in Daqian.
The offensive of the "Dark Temple" was swift and fierce, like a dying blow, which brought unimaginable pressure to Da Gan's side.
"puff!"
On the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud, Ji Weizhu stabbed a general of the Jingyu Empire with his backhand sword, then waved away the blood on the sword and never looked at the enemy who was lying on the ground.
Three more generals from the Jingyu Empire came towards her with their swords, and struck at her head, shoulders and back respectively.
The men who were jealous of her had no sympathy for such a beautiful woman like her.
The battlefield is littered with corpses and rivers of blood. It has become a hellscape. The soldiers on either side have only one thought in their hearts, which is to kill the enemy and return alive.
One heavenly wheel and two earthly wheels!
Ji Weizhu instantly judged his opponent's cultivation level, and with agile and elegant steps, he avoided the attack of the Tianlun general. He moved his sword like flying, and shot like lightning, stabbing the other two Earthly Lun generals to death with ease.
Then, she patiently fought with the Tianlun general.
After all, she was a genius disciple from the "Lingxiao Holy Land". Her strength was more than two dozen higher than her opponent. In just over twenty rounds, she seized the opportunity and struck decisively, stabbing the Tianlun general with his sword.
Once again, she easily killed three enemies. There was not much satisfaction on her pretty face, but she quickly adjusted her mentality and glanced around, looking for the next opponent.
I used to think that I was so great, but I underestimated the heroes of the world!
Seeing the behavior of everyone around her, she couldn't help but sigh secretly.
It is said that Ji Weizhu's performance in this war has been outstanding, but compared with those of his peers, it undoubtedly pales in comparison.
In the sky above, a stunning woman wearing a beautiful wreath on her head and colorful ethnic costumes stepped on a snow eagle, held a double ring in her hand, and made bursts of chirping sounds similar to those of birds.
Under her command, thousands of powerful and ferocious spiritual birds formed an array, advancing and retreating in a measured manner, and launched a powerful attack on the spiritual masters in the enemy formation.
From time to time, puppet spirits from the "Dark Temple" would be caught by eagles, falcons, harriers, vultures and other spiritual birds until their heads were bruised, their muscles and bones were broken, and they fell from the air one after another.
To the west of the woman in colorful clothes, a young man in gray clothes with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, who is handsome and about twenty years old, is walking alone among the enemy formations with a sword, exuding an unparalleled and terrifying sword intent.
, every time a sword is struck, a puppet spirit will be stabbed in the heart and killed on the spot.
As more and more enemies died in his hands, the aura of the young swordsman became stronger and stronger, as if he was accumulating strength and was about to unleash a terrifying and earth-shattering move at any moment.
In the high sky to the north of the young swordsman, another elegant young master with jade trees in the wind and fluttering white clothes is holding a sword, fighting against several "Dark Temple" spiritual masters with one person's strength.
This person's eyes are like stars, his demeanor is graceful, and his body exudes a gentle and jade-like temperament. He does not seem to be strong in his moves against the enemy, but instead mostly adopts a defensive stance.
However, as those several spirit masters were being slapped, for some reason they all turned pale and had blood on their mouths, as if they had suffered unimaginable pain, and actually fell from the air themselves.
If the performance of these three people is only remarkable, then the handsome-looking young man in brown clothes in the sky in the south, holding a long knife in his hand, who looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, can be called terrifying.
"drink!"
I saw his eyes wide open, and he let out a roar, and suddenly there was a tidal wave swallowing up a whale, and the dragon's roar like a roaring mountain and a tsunami lingered between the sky and the earth, shaking the eardrums of people and making their hearts tremble.
The surrounding enemy spirits seemed to have lost their souls, with dull expressions and dull eyes, and they all stopped their movements.
Immediately, the young man swung his sword suddenly, and his spiritual power transformed into a giant dragon standing tall in the air, emitting a golden-red light.
The giant dragon's casual breath created a doomsday scene of roaring mountains, tsunamis, and earth shattering, which made the already stunned enemies tremble, unable to think of resistance at all.
"Ouch!"
The giant dragon let out a roar, and its hovering body suddenly jumped forward, swallowing up all the dozen "Dark Temple" masters in front of the boy.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling suddenly echoed through the sky.
By the time the giant dragon dispersed, these ten or so "Dark Temple" spiritual beings had already been chopped into pieces, with not even the dregs left.
A teenage boy actually killed more than ten Holy Land Spiritual Lords with one sword. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Ji Weizhu would never believe such a strange thing.
However, after these days of fighting side by side, she is no longer a stranger to these young heroes.
The woman in colorful clothes who can command the army of spiritual birds is Gan Muyun, a genius disciple of the Fantasy Beast Sect.
A young man in gray with excellent swordsmanship is named Jian Jue, and he is said to be a survivor of "Tianjian Villa".
The handsome young man in white is actually a high-ranking prince.
And that young man in brown clothes with amazing swordsmanship is a leader of the swordsman force that has been in the limelight recently, Zheng Qiyuan, the leader of the "Heavenly Sword Alliance".
Even though they were very familiar with each other, Ji Weizhu couldn't help but feel her cheeks get hot and ashamed when she thought that these peers were fighting against the spiritual master while she was still on the ground fighting against the secular army.
"ah!!!"
Just when she was thinking a lot, a scream suddenly came from the west.
Master!
Gan Muyun's expression in the sky changed instantly, and he looked anxiously in the direction of the sound.
This chapter has been completed!