Xu Ming and the outsider cultivator happened to face each other, but fortunately, a series of system prompts appeared in his mind.

"It has been detected that the match between the host Xu Ming and the Xuan-level low-level skill "Sucking Palm" is 120%. The study of "Sucking Palm" is completed."

Fortunately, Xu Ming had spent a lot of time to thoroughly understand "Bajibeng". Although it was only a fragment, it still played a role as a strategic advisor. Now under this threat of life and death, Xu Ming was able to effortlessly read "Absorbing".

Palm" to fully realize it in order to reach the state of great success.

But before he could take action, his masked foreign monk had already struck with a palm.

Seeing this, Xu Ming could only hide away in panic. The foreign monk threw his palm into the air, which stirred up a burst of smoke and already rotten food. The food that had long since rotted into gelatin was stirred by his palm.

, it exploded instantly and turned into raindrops falling down.

The rancid and unpleasant "raindrops" fell on the foreign monk who was unable to dodge.

With Xu Ming so close to him, he was naturally not immune.

But fortunately, with many combat uniforms equipped with technology, these putrid raindrops did not disgust him at all.

Although the outsider cultivator in front of him was at the late stage of the Xiantian realm, the gap in his cultivation had been quietly erased in front of Xu Ming, who had understood the suction palm.

I saw the outsider monk sweeping away the rotten things on his body. Seeing this, Xu Ming activated the condensed innate energy in his body, and the suction force in his hand suddenly increased greatly.

The outsider monk also felt some changes in the ant beside him, and then he turned around and stepped towards Xu Ming with murderous intent.

Turning the palm into a fist, the target is exactly where Xu Ming's heart is.

Xu Ming, who had reached the level of Dacheng, also took advantage of the situation and extended his palm. He could feel the tug coming from the air. It seemed that there was also a tug-of-war with him at the end of his palm. He saw that

Xu Ming gritted his teeth and retracted his arm suddenly.

He only heard an explosion like fried beans in his ears, and a human-shaped black shadow flew above his head.

Then there was a harsh sound of knocking over shelves in the distance. Before he could face the smoke and dust rising behind him, Xu Ming received a system prompt in his mind from the Wanjie like group.

"After testing, the monk in the late stage of the Xiantian realm has died."

In front of Xu Ming's eyes, the name of the task was finally no longer zero, but became one.

"Host Xu Ming can choose to complete the task immediately, or accumulate the task rewards again."

The faint smell of blood in the air mixed with the rancid smell entered Xu Ming's nasal cavity. Xu Ming did not rush to make a choice but walked towards the pile of collapsed shelves.

He moved the slightly rusty shelves away, finally revealing the lower half of the outsider monk's body.

I saw that the robe this man wore previously was now completely stained red with blood. On his withered fingers was a square-inch ring like that of a fat monk. Xu Ming carefully took it off, intending to keep it in his pocket.

But doubts arose in the center.

How could these outsider monks, who didn't have advanced technological equipment like his own, still attack him like tarsal maggots? At this moment, he recalled what Xue Feng said, and it suddenly dawned on him.

It turns out that the key to the problem lies in the small square-inch ring in my hand.

This also explains why Kuai Dao did not take away the square-inch ring under the fat monk. It was precisely because of the spiritual imprint contained in it.

What Xu Ming can be sure of is that no one in the military camp in this underground city can reach the early stage of Xiantian realm like himself.

Because this is the realm division of monks outside the territory, the military system is also called this way just to facilitate the distinction and test the difficulty of planning tasks.

Buddha, Kuai Dao, and Ta Xue were all transformed by the sudden integration of innate spiritual energy, but they did not have the cultivation methods and methods of outside monks.

They are able to deal with monks from outside the territory not only because of their skills modified by the innate spiritual energy, but also because of the countless technologies mastered by humans.

However, Xu Ming is an exception. He not only has the bloodline of an outside monk, but also has the identity of a surviving human being.

After that, there was the Wanjie Like Group, a tyrannical system where big bosses gathered. Xu Ming couldn't help but be ambitious when he thought about it.

Before, he was just an ordinary otaku in the old world. Who would have thought that now he would transform into a character like the protagonist in a fantasy novel.

How could this drastic change in identity not make Xu Ming feel like he was the only one in the world?

But before Xu Ming could make any bold words, the cold reminder from the military system rang in his ears like a wake-up call.

"Warning, there is still one and a half hours until sunrise. Members of Team 1 are requested to evacuate the C3 area in time."

Xu Ming naturally knew what the sunrise meant, which was that the invisibility effect of the black combat uniforms they wore would be greatly weakened, and the risk of being discovered by outside monks would increase exponentially.

After hearing the prompt, Xu Ming looked at the Fang Cun Ring in his hand, and an escape plan emerged in his mind.

He took a few steps to the long-abandoned elevator room in the supermarket and struggled to open the closed elevator door.

The sound of scratching, scratching, scratching like a night owl scratching the wall was extremely harsh, but Xu Ming couldn't care less.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a bottomless elevator room with a musty smell inside.

Xu Ming then threw the square-inch ring he had just obtained into the dark elevator room, and a jingling sound was heard.

He also quickly turned away and while escaping, he did not forget to induce a trace of innate energy to flow into the fat monk's square-inch ring.

Although the fat monk is in the middle stage of Xiantian realm, his spiritual imprint has become an ownerless thing.

After several attempts, Xu Ming finally broke it open. This square-inch ring really contained a world as described in the fantasy novels he read.

It's just that the fat monk's cultivation level is no more than the Xiantian realm, and the square inch ring he carries is already the lowest in the sect.

The space contained in it was only the size of a normal backpack, but the contents contained in it made Xu Ming almost vomit blood while escaping.

The small square-inch ring is filled with various brands of Fat House Happy Water.

That's not all. There were also drinks of various flavors mixed in. Xu Ming had been rummaging through it for a long time and only found a small wooden token but nothing else.

Seeing this scene, Xu Ming couldn't help but cursed.

“What a masterpiece!!!”

The moment Xu Ming broke the fat monk's ring, the two monks chasing him couldn't help but feel shocked.

Because this situation had never happened before, they knew that the surviving humans could not break the spiritual mark on the square inch ring.

Just like what Kuai Dao did before, he only took away the dark golden inner family without touching the Fang Cun Ring that was close to Chi Chi.

However, something unexpected happened this time, which made the already gloomy face of the thin monk even more cloudy.

Then he said to another monk who was looking at him.

"Kill them all and leave no one behind!!!"

The monk in the late Xiantian realm did not ask why when he heard this, but the blood-colored sword protruding from his sleeve showed his intention.

In the hearts of these outsider monks, killing is always more exciting than capturing alive.
Chapter completed!