The Six Gods Sword Controlling Technique can only cultivate six true Six Gods Flying Swords at the same time, which is the most powerful.
However, in Zong Shou's bag, there are still dozens of next-level flying knives that he has cultivated with his soul over the years.
The immortal monks trapped and locked here in front of him are not worthy of him using the real sword of the six gods.
The shadow of the knife flashed, and in the distance were six immortal-level spiritual masters, whose brains were pierced.
But at this moment, the nameless sword light suddenly shrank and condensed, converging to within ten feet of Zong Shou.
The Yin of Yuanyi!
Within ten feet, it is my unbreakable sword domain!
The sword light slashed out, almost silently. But when the light and shadow reached everywhere, everything that struck across the sky was cut and repulsed by the sword.
Every jingle, every clash and collision adds energy to the sword, making Shen Xiong even more powerful.
When the swallowing Tianyuan Transformation Technique, the transformation accumulated to the extreme, Zong Shou's sword light changed again.
Yuanyizhiyang!
Wherever the sword points, no one can take its edge!
Thousands of sword shadows, like the Milky Way rewinding, impact forward.
Layers of sword light drowned everything in an instant.
The faces of the immortal monks opposite were full of shock and fear.
Then the next moment, he was chopped into countless pieces by the vast sword shadow like Ling Chi. Balls of blood mist exploded, and turned into flesh and blood powder under the repeated sword power.
With just one sword strike, more than ten immortal-level martial arts cultivators in front of Zong Shou were killed.
At this time, we were only a hundred feet away from the tall tower. It was so close that no one was in the way.
From Zong Shou's sleeves, dozens of silver-white lights and shadows spread out and struck in all directions.
It was Han Xi and the thirty-six soldier ants under his command. They were all as fast as light, incredibly fast!
Wherever he passed, there were constant flashes of blood.
At this time, Han Xi's own combat power has steadily surpassed the peak of the ordinary immortal level.
And his subordinates, the Holy Fire Soldier Ants, accompanied him through the tribulation. Although they have not entered the spiritual realm, they are still strong enough to fight across the ranks.
The unity of minds and the cooperation between them are far beyond the comparison of these fairyland monks who are locked by the stone platform.
In just an instant, more than ten immortals were directly killed and fell.
The remaining prisoners here all had a look of fear and fear on their faces.
Zong Shou released these holy fire silver ants and ignored them. He dodged and rushed towards the tall tower in the distance.
Stepping in the void, his figure flashed. Then he heard an angry shout from within: "Bold!"
Following the sound, there was a flail burning with pale fire, with dozens of iron balls at the end hitting it across the sky.
Wherever the sky-burning flame passed, traces of black streaks appeared between the sky and the earth.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and then sneered.
The peak of the Immortal Level? This sky-burning fire is quite good. In this hell, it can compete with the god-level monks who are not from the Lu family.
However, in his eyes, it was nothing more than that. Whether it was the power of his bloodline or his own strength, he was far behind him.
Still stepping down with one foot. With a loud noise, all those chain-shadow iron balls were shaken away. All the pale fires were also extinguished. What replaced them were Zong Shou's thousands of thunderous fires and pitch-black flames.
Immediately after, there was a second kick in the air. When the energy was strong, the spiritual formation here was instantly shattered under the strong pressure. The upper floor of the tower was also kicked over directly and was forcibly cut off.
cut.
"Mirror? No -"
The sound was filled with fear, and a figure suddenly flew out of the tower. It rushed towards the abyss and fled at high speed.
Zong Shou sneered and did not make any move to stop him. However, a ball of fire rushed out of his sleeve and transformed into the shape of a unicorn in the air. With a sharp mouthful, he bit and captured the man who was trying to escape. Then he held it in his mouth triumphantly.
The 'prisoner of war' was brought to Zong Shou's eyes. His expression was like a cat catching a mouse and flattering its master.
Zong Shou smiled and patted Xiaori's head, then looked behind him.
From the time he showed up and took action to the time he captured this person, it only took five breaths.
On top of the hundred stone platforms, there were more than fifty people entangled with Han Xi and his subordinates.
After surviving the initial surprise, it was already difficult for Han Xi and the soldier ants to take down the lives of these people. However, these immortal monks also had to work extremely hard to support them.
In Zong Shou's eyes, a cold light flashed, showing murderous intent. But not far away, he heard Lu Wubing speak.
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment, please show mercy!"
Zong Shou said "Hmm", and the sword power that was about to explode was slightly restrained. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, he looked at Lu Wubing, and felt doubts in his heart.
Lu Wubing didn't waste any time, and immediately explained: "Most of these monks have lost their families and people, and they just want to escape from the prison of death as soon as possible. They are pitiful people, but they are also useful people to the emperor. I know that you, the emperor,
Although there are nearly ten thousand cavalry under his command, they only lack high-level Taoist soldiers. Wouldn't these people be just right? Your Majesty, Master, although your injury has not healed, but with your spiritual skills, you can still fight against the extreme situation. There are other reasons.
It only takes a lot of effort to take them out as a backup."
He added: "Most of these monks have a deep feud with the Lu family and have unruly and untamable temperaments. Before being sent to death prison, most of them were heroes and would not be willing to be subordinate to others. If they are willing to swear by their souls, they will follow you."
, it would be best if you are willing to be restrained. If not, you can also use secret methods to wash away your memories. Otherwise, if you want to return to the Lu family and take charge of the Burning Sky Holy Court in the future, these people will be a hidden danger——"
The first words were to explain to Zong Shou the reasons for persuading him to stop. The real targets of the following words were the immortal monks on the stone platform.
Zong Shou also flashed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.
Taoist soldiers?
Under his command, not only are there a shortage of spiritual monks, there are also no immortal monks.
High-end combat power is indeed lacking. It's okay for now, but if it goes on for a long time, it will definitely be wrong.
Especially when the spiritual tide in the cloud world rises and many strong monks return.
It's just that these people are not only highly cultivated, but also very strong. It's only because of their weak Qi and blood and being restricted by the stone platform that they appear so vulnerable under his sword.
Once you are released from the prison of death, no matter where you are placed, you will be attracted by many forces and will be treated as honored guests and treated with great respect.
Are you really willing to be his Zongshou's Taoist soldier?
Just change it to another form, not restricted, not willing to swear, and not willing to be sacrificed by him.
Zong Shou was really worried.
It has nothing to do with morality, I really can't believe it. I don't want to put in all the effort to bring these people out of the Nine Jue Death Prison, but they are stabbed in the back.
His Zongshou is not a good person. These people are trapped here for their own reasons, and most of them are not good people.
Why should the sect guard waste all his strength to rescue these monks?
As for what Lu Wubing said about returning to the Lu family and taking charge of the Burning Sky Holy Court, he heard it in his right ear and didn't take it to heart at all.
At this time, the expressions of the immortal monks on the stone platform were also changing.
He looked at Zong Shou anxiously, knowing that his life was at the fingertips of this man who had killed more than ten immortal-level cultivators with just a thought.
After listening to Lu Wubing's words, the expressions of the other dozen or so people changed slightly, and they already had expressions of emotion and hesitation.
Especially when they heard the word 'to the realm', the faces of more than fifty people flashed with brilliance.
Regarding Lu Wubing's next few words, he was also surprisingly silent.
No one was angry, no one resisted, they were all lost in thought.
Zong Shou thought about it in various ways, but it was difficult to make a decision. He glanced at the people below again, then smacked his lips lightly, and put away his sword.
If it was as Lu Wubing said, these people were indeed usable to him.
In this hell of molten fire, tortured year after year, these monks, on the one hand, have their minds trained to be extremely tough. On the other hand, they have no desire to escape from the hell of death and untie their own chains.
No ability to resist.
As long as they can escape, these monks are willing to pay any price.
The Nameless Sword returned to the sleeve, and even Han Xi and the dozens of soldier ants also took it back.
He ignored the cultivator below for the time being. Instead, he grabbed with one hand the cultivator at the top of the Lu Family Immortal Realm who escaped from the tower.
"Would you like to answer my question?"
After asking, I saw that this man was clenching his teeth and looking at him with hatred and hatred, like a poisonous snake.
Although he looked embarrassed, his eyes were quite firm.
Zong Shou knew with just one look that he could not make him speak the common law.
So I stopped talking nonsense and didn't want to waste time asking questions.
Hold down the person's head with one hand and forcefully search the person's memory using the method of soul searching.
The man's soul was so frightened that he struggled wildly. He tried his best to stop his thoughts and at the same time, he also tried his best to destroy all his memories.
However, it was not as fast as Zong Shou. A trace of the power of Buddhist belief and wish poured in, and there was a faint ability to suppress and repair it.
"So it's called Lu Shuo? What a good name! I haven't had time to send a message yet—"
Zong Shou felt even calmer in his heart.
As he had expected, the tall tower was destroyed by one foot. At that time, Lu said that he wanted to inform the guards of death row about the matter.
It was not only the high tower spiritual formation that was destroyed, but also this person, who reported the methods of several Lu family sages.
But at this time, what he cared about most was not these, but Zong Weiran——
Instead of killing him immediately, he chose to capture this person in order to get the news about Zong Weiran from his mouth.
"Sure enough, I've been here before!"
Zong Shou was at a loss for a while. In this man's memory, a man who was charming and powerful, like a god, forced his way through.
No one can stop him from snapping his fingers even one ten millionth of a time. On the contrary, all the sinners here are either dead or injured.
The search continued, but there was no memory of Zong Weiran. This person also knew very little about what was below the fifth level.
After a while, the man's soul gradually began to fail. Zong Shou tried his best to maintain it, but it was useless, and finally collapsed.
Zong Shou's eyes became even more suspicious.
It seems that his father has really been to this prison of death. So where is Zong Weiran at this time? Has he escaped from the prison of death? Or is he trapped under the sixth level?
Looking down again, Zong Shou felt a slight headache. These immortal monks also need to think of a proper way to deal with them.
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