Chapter 186: Die together? Come on, who is afraid of whom!
In the abandoned palace, Wei Shouguang looked at this scene with confusion on his face: "???"
What kind of extreme angry situation does a person have to be in before he can burst out with your kind of power? How can he easily hold a monk who has perfected his qi training with a stretch of his hand?
Are you kidding me? I'm extremely angry too. Why can't I do it... I also want to explode...
The expressions of several people in Lingcan Mountain changed slightly, and they stared at Jiang Ming with cold eyes.
"Let him go!" A foundation-building monk shouted coldly: "How dare Fangxiao pretend to be a ghost here and bully my Lingcanshan disciples?"
Jiang Ming pinched the wrist, but did not put it down at all. He said with a smile: "You are bullying you, a disciple of Lingcanshan? Didn't you send people to catch me on the ship, and now you want me to be used as cannon fodder to explore the way? Why,
If you change roles, you won’t get used to it..."
"Looking for death..." The middle-aged man's voice on the bamboo chair was cold, and a terrifying power filled the palace, pressing down on Jiang Ming.
Although he was seriously injured, the pressure of perfect foundation construction was enough to be honored here...
Katcha~
However, Jiang Ming did not tolerate them at all. With a slight force on his hand, the tall monk's arm was immediately broken. Jiang Ming threw him into the corner and let out bursts of screams...
Boom boom boom!
There was no need for the middle-aged man to speak. The other three foundation-building monks from Lingcan Mountain immediately jumped into the air. The surging spiritual power erupted like a tide. Three extremely powerful magic weapons shone with dazzling spiritual light.
, heading towards Jiang Ming to suppress and kill.
They are all masters of Lingcan Mountain. They have been trained for many years, otherwise they would not be sent to explore here. Although they looked down on Jiang Ming, they were extremely cautious about the sudden change and took action with all their strength as soon as possible.
, I want to kill this impudent boy to ashes.
The eyes of several people were flashing with murderous intent, and also contained a strong light of self-confidence. No matter what the origin of this kid was, his cultivation was within the range of foundation building, and it was impossible to block the combined attack of the three of them.
"Not everyone can challenge the dignity of the Six Blessed Lands..."
Peng...
The entire palace collapsed under the terrifying pressure of spiritual power, sending up bursts of smoke and dust. Three figures stood in the sky, surrounding the figure below in the center.
Dang Dang Dang~
The magical weapon suppressed the killing, and terrifying loud noises continued to be heard from the smoke and dust, and dazzling ripples continued to erupt, as if the magical weapons were violently colliding.
"how come?"
The expressions of the three Lingcan Mountain foundation-building monks all changed slightly. How could this guy block their attacks?
The magical weapons in their hands were specially given by the sect for this expedition. They can emit power far beyond the magical weapons of the same level. They will be damaged every time they are used. They can be said to be extremely precious consumables. They are almost
It can forcibly raise the combat power of a foundation-building monk by a small level. With the combined efforts of the three of them, even a monk with perfect foundation-building has to temporarily avoid the peak. How can anyone dare to bear it?
"Could it be some rival sect that sent people to attack Lingcan Mountain? Could it be that he also possesses some kind of terrifying magical weapon..."
The three of them looked at each other, their eyes dim. They realized that this opponent was a little abnormal, and they no longer dared to hide any clumsiness. Their spiritual power was poured into the magical artifacts like crazy, and the three magical artifacts burst out with a dazzling brilliance.
, like a three-wheeled little sun, killing the enemies below...
On the other side, Wei Shouguang had already fled to the distance in a mess, looking at this scene in horror: "What is the origin of this brother Zhang Shan..."
The rest of the casual cultivators and warriors were even more stunned as they looked at the sudden fight. Why did they start fighting just because they said they were going to fight? Aren't those adults from Lingcanshan? Who is so bold as to dare to provoke such a person?
"Hahaha, what a bullshit blessed place... nothing more than that!"
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the ruins of the collapsed palace.
A figure suddenly jumped up and punched a golden stove, sending it flying backwards. Flames surged out of the stove and spread all over the floor, as if it had been punched and vomited.
…
Dang~
Dang~
With two more consecutive punches, terrifying blood ripples erupted, smashing a glass mirror and a purple jade seal and flying out.
Peng...
The purple jade seal screamed and cracked, and hit the Lingcan Mountain foundation-building monk who activated it. His arms were shattered by the smash, and it was embedded in his chest, sending him flying for dozens of seconds.
Mi, the seven orifices are bleeding...
"He, is he carrying these three magic weapons with his own body?"
The other two people did not care about the injuries of their companions at all, but looked at Jiang Ming who smashed three magic weapons with his fists, with extremely horrified expressions.
"This is a monster that has built its foundation in martial arts first..." A monk hurriedly took the glass mirror back into his hand and shouted in shock.
Only by building a foundation in martial arts first can one have such a terrifying body.
boom!
Jiang Ming didn't even say a word, the blood force under his feet exploded, and with a sudden force, his body struck out like lightning, and landed in front of him, pressing down with a palm.
boom……
Even though the monk offered a glass mirror to resist, he was still slapped into the masonry ruins with the mirror, and the wounds all over his body burst open, and blood flowed...
"You are the only one left!" Jiang Ming looked at the last person and walked towards him step by step. The blood beneath his feet loomed in the void, like a lotus growing step by step.
Wei Shouguang was dazzled by the sight, and murmured with great excitement: "Warrior, this is the real warrior..."
Some of the other aborigines in Xuanguang City were trembling all over as they looked at this scene, and their breathing became somewhat rapid.
They, the aboriginals, cannot cultivate immortality forever, and their only hope is the path of warriors. However, this path is extremely difficult, and even breaking through to the top level requires a huge amount of energy and time.
In the common understanding of everyone, if there is no path to immortality as a guide, it is simply impossible to build a foundation in martial arts in today's era. Perhaps only in the era when the black stone ruins were once glorious, this kind of talent can be born.
evildoer.
Who could have imagined that such a peerless genius would actually appear today...
"Bold...stop!"
The middle-aged man lying on the bamboo chair finally couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly appeared opposite Jiang Ming in a mold-like figure, looking at Jiang Ming with an extremely ugly face: "Let's end it here... It was a misunderstanding before.
Fellow Taoist, please, for the sake of my Lingcanshan Mountain, how about we all take a step back and let it go?"
"Elder Fengming, be careful, this person is not normal!" The monk behind him in the early stage of foundation building looked at the golden stove with more than a dozen fist prints and finger marks in his hand, and warned in fear...
"The wise cooperate, the fool fights to the death... Fellow Taoist, I believe that you and I are not fools!" Wu Fengming, the leader of Lingcan Mountain and a monk with perfect foundation, said with a smile.
"When I attacked just now, I looked like I was going to be beaten to death, but now I can't beat me... How about 'wise men cooperate, fools fight to the death,' this way?"
Jiang Ming's eyes were strange, and he said with half a smile: "You grabbed us from outside the ruins and put us on the boat without saying a word. When we encountered danger along the way, you left a group of people to die as cannon fodder to attract attention... and now you even apologized.
I don’t even want to say anything, I just want to expose this matter with just an empty misunderstanding..."
"Do you think this is just playing house?" Jiang Ming said at the end, his voice a little cold.
A trace of anger flashed in Wu Fengming's eyes, but he suppressed it forcefully. He suppressed his anger and said in a hoarse voice: "Then what do you want?"
"It's very simple. Among the scriptures I collected, there is a small spell. I wonder if you have heard of it?" Jiang Ming showed a gentle smile: "The name of this little spell is called Soul Seed Technique..."
"It's impossible...you're going too far!"
When Wu Fengming heard this name, he almost ran away, his aura surged crazily, and he stared at Jiang Ming: "If you dare to say this technique again, I will have no choice but to fight to the death and kill you here..."
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"Fellow Taoist, please be careful what you say!"
Wu Fengming held the long sword tightly in his hand, and he had the momentum to start fighting if he disagreed.
The faces of other monks in Lingcan Mountain also changed greatly, and they stared at Jiang Ming in shock and anger: "Don't be too angry.
That's too much. I, Lingcanshan, am not a soft persimmon that you can manipulate at will. You are inviting death to yourself!"
The four young disciples were so angry that they wanted to rush forward and fight Jiang Ming.
The soul planting technique is not a brilliant secret technique, but few people dare to use it openly, because this spell is so cruel that the caster can plant a soul thought into the soul of the person being cast, completely
Monitor every move of the person being cast.
The soul is the most mysterious and fragile part of a monk. After being implanted with soul thoughts, as long as the caster's mind moves, the soul of the caster can be directly destroyed and turned into a stupid person on the spot...
This kind of magic can only be used on some lowly servants. They, the geniuses of Lingcan Mountain, have always been aloof. If they want to use the soul-seeding technique, they also use it on others. When would anyone dare to treat them like this?
"Fellow Taoist, please make another condition. No matter what magic weapon or secret technique you need, as long as I have it, you can bring it out!"
Wu Fengming said in a deep voice: "If you and I end up losing in this fight, my fellow Taoist, you will lose more than you gain. Things don't have to develop in that direction..."
As he spoke, his eyes were extremely calm. He determined that what kind of soul technique Zhang Shan was just talking about must have happened before the lion opened his mouth, and what followed was nothing more than bargaining.
He has seen this kind of scene many times. The adventure here is just for some benefits. Who would fight to the death for no reason? That is the stupidest thing...
However, including Wu Fengming, these monks in Lingcan Mountain naturally don't know that maybe everyone in this world cherishes life... but there is only one person who cares about life and death, but he happens to be standing in front of them...
"Sometimes, interests are not the most important... When people live in this world, they only fight for one breath!"
Jiang Ming had a righteous look on his face and sneered: "If you want to fight, then fight, why bother mother-in-law... Even if I die today, I will say this. If you don't agree to cultivate soul skills, then you all will die."
!」
boom……
His blood energy exploded, and ripples of blood were like red flames, rising around his body.
The next moment, Jiang Ming charged out with the Chili Sword, and streaks of bloody sword light surged towards Wu Fengming like waves.
"Madman..." Wu Fengming saw that he had been talking for a long time, but the boy still wanted to fight regardless, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood and quickly raised his sword to fight.
Boom boom boom!
The terrifying battle began, and sword lights collided... Just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the surrounding vegetation and rocks were immediately plowed away several layers. The terrifying aftermath caused some casual cultivators who were nearby to cough up blood...
puff……
However, within a dozen moves, Jiang Ming's Chili Sword suddenly made a strange arc and slashed into Wu Fengming's shoulder, bringing up a large bunch of blood flowers.
The terrifying sword energy exploded, causing Wu Fengming's shoulders to explode, creating a lake of flesh and blood, with bones and bones exposed...
"Damn it..." Wu Fengming's face became paler and paler. He was already seriously injured, but now he met such a guy whose body was like a monster. He was simply defeated.
boom!
Jiang Ming kicked out, hitting Wu Fengming with a terrifying force that weighed more than 10,000 tons. He immediately broke his bones and tendons, flew hundreds of meters away, and smashed into the ruins in the distance.
Whoosh~
Jiang Ming's figure kept moving, rushing out like lightning, chasing after him...
"Even Elder Wu can't beat him?" The other Lingcanshan monks looked at this scene with pale faces.
"If Elder Wu hadn't been injured, how could he have allowed this kid to show off his cruelty?" A foundation-building monk said with a look of reluctance.
"Don't mess up your position first. With the foundation of Lingcan Mountain, we can't allow a random kid to be arrogant. Elder Wu still has a trump card in his hand. That Zhang Shan can't change the world..."
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Among the ruins in the distance.
"In that case, don't force me to use my killing move!"
Wu Fengming struggled to get up, a hint of ruthless determination flashed in his eyes. Even those monks in the early stages of foundation building had treasures given by the sect. How could he
Will it?
He flipped his wrist, and a small silver sword appeared in the palm of his hand. There was a talisman attached to the sword, and wisps of electric light filled the air from the small sword, which seemed to contain terrifying power.
Wow~
Wu Fengming untied the talisman, and a terrifying electric light suddenly filled the surrounding void. Within a radius of more than ten meters, the earth was scorched black.
"go!"
Wu Fengming's palms were also burnt black by the electric light. He endured the severe pain and violently threw the small silver sword.
boom……
However, the palm-long silver sword flew across the sky, bursting out with extremely bright sword light, like thousands of lightnings converging, and slashed towards the charging Jiang Ming.
"Huh? This breath... forms a core?"
Jiang Ming's eyes changed slightly. From the small sword, he felt an aura that did not belong to Foundation Establishment, locking him tightly. Even if he moved around, he would still be struck by the small sword.
Any other foundation-building monk would probably die if faced with this sword...
"As expected of the Six Blessed Lands, an expedition team randomly sent out actually found such a treasure..."
Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, but he was not too panicked. Although this little sword burst out with an aura that surpassed Foundation Establishment, it was just a dead thing after all...
"Since I left the mortal world, I have never used this technique to deal with an enemy... Let's give it a try today!"
Jiang Ming whispered in his heart that the most powerful technique he has mastered has been used on himself, but no enemy has ever been able to force him to use it...