"We have to face the crazy culling of these ghosts and gods."
When everyone heard this secret, they all nodded, as they knew what danger they were facing.
Kongzang nodded, "Young Master Li is indeed well prepared and knows a lot about the array of ghosts and gods from all directions."
"In that case, let's get started."
The eight people looked at the eight jade pillars, which were engraved with the eight characters Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li and Kan.
They each picked their own corresponding jade pillar and walked away. Zhuang Wuming walked very slowly. He was not sure whether what Li Yu just said was true or false.
His eyes swept over the others, but Kong Zang walked very quickly. He stepped within a few feet of the jade pillar and disappeared without a trace.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems to be true."
At this time, several other people also disappeared one after another, and Zhuang Wuming stepped within three meters of the jade pillar.
There was a flower in front of my eyes, as if I had entered another world, and the surroundings turned into chaos.
He took out the reincarnation wheel in his hand, and it emitted a faint light in this mysterious space.
A kind of power emerged out of thin air, pulling Zhuang Wuming away into the distance.
As soon as the wheel of reincarnation appeared, the calm surroundings suddenly became chaotic, and ghosts and gods appeared one after another.
They either have four heads and eight arms, or two faces and four legs, and their faces are all without exception. They look similar to the gods and Buddhas in temples.
They held various weapons in their hands and glared at Zhuang Wuming.
However, their bodies are illusory and they do not look powerful.
Zhuang Wuming's face condensed, and his eyes flashed with attributes.
Looking at these ghosts and gods, Zhuang Wuming thought thoughtfully, "Don't you have the skills to kill people who break into the formation purely based on their numbers?"
With a hint of suspicion, these ghosts and gods had already rushed up. Zhuang Wuming held the wheel of reincarnation in his left hand and the soul-stealing magic knife in his right hand, slashing at the phantoms of these ghosts and gods.
Dangdangdang
The clash of swords and weapons made a sound, and his feet were weak and weak. Zhuang Wuming's face darkened. After every blow, he would be knocked back.
The opponent's strength is very weak, but there is no way to draw on it, which would be very embarrassing.
If other monks have no problem, they have their own means to step on the void, but Zhuang Wuming does not have this skill.
"Damn, this is trouble."
Taking a deep breath, the shadows under Zhuang Wuming's feet flickered. In this chaotic space, everything was strange and bizarre, and there was no shortage of shadows.
He no longer chose to resist, but continued to shuttle through the shadows, moving in the direction of the reincarnation wheel.
After a few flashes, Zhuang Wuming felt that the pulling force was getting stronger and stronger, and even made his whole body seem to be pulled up and fly up.
Ghosts and gods kept appearing in front of him to block his way, and a huge ghost and god with a height of ten meters appeared in front of him.
Its whole body was red, with blazing flames all over its body, and its two arms seemed to have the power to hold up the sky as it smashed down towards Zhuang Wuming.
With a cold light shining in his eyes, Zhuang Wuming used the power of pulling the cart to find a way to exert his strength.
The barbaric beast soul arm in his hand exploded with 11 points of power in an instant, and struck the giant ghost and god's fists blocking the road with a knife.
tear apart
"Ho ho ho"
The sword's light was like black snow, splitting the two giant fists apart, and Zhuang Wuming was like a sharp thorn, rushing along its broken arms.
A huge hole appeared in the ghost's chest. The huge ghost's eyes widened, looking at his chest, and then he collapsed suddenly.
boom
It was broken into countless pieces, but Zhuang Wuming was not happy at all because his evolution points did not increase.
Moreover, the demon soul in the soul-stealing magic sword did not grow, as if what he killed was only puppets and air.
At this time, Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes, and the huge ghost in front of him appeared again, without any damage at all.
When Zhuang Wuming saw this, he immediately understood what was going on.
These ghosts and gods simply rely on the eight directions of ghosts and gods to exist. Even if they are killed tens of millions of times, they will not do any harm to him.
"Trouble, no wonder it can trap the Earth Immortal to death. Even a fourth-level Earth Immortal will be consumed to death without replenishment."
As soon as his thoughts changed, he no longer paid any attention to these ghosts. He turned around and stepped out, disappearing into the shadows.
Continuously traveling back and forth, under the huge pull of the wheel of reincarnation, Zhuang Wuming felt as if he had traveled thousands of miles.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a huge black mountain appeared in front of me.
As he continued to get closer, Zhuang Wuming came to the black mountain. The ground beneath his feet was as flat as the ground, and a cold feeling rose along the soles of his feet.
I shivered unconsciously and looked around, seeing a vast plain.
As far as the eye can see, a bulge is looming, at least ten kilometers away.
"Is it there?"
With his feet on the ground, Zhuang Wuming naturally felt much safer.
At this time, several ghosts and gods appeared all around, their bodies became more solid, and their eyes looked at Zhuang Wuming.
Killing elite level ghosts and gods, and even a killing level extraordinary, they launched a charge towards Zhuang Wuming.
Rumble
The ground shook, Zhuang Wuming's eyes were indifferent, his figure flickered, and his feet were like fish passing through the gaps between them.
Although these ghosts and gods are powerful and fast, they do not have systematic martial arts. Although their killing skills are great, they have almost no such flexible footwork and body skills.
After several ups and downs, as long as Zhuang Wuming surpassed their interception, almost no ghosts and gods could catch up with him.
After running for more than ten miles in one breath and passing through the interceptions of hundreds of ghosts and gods, he finally arrived at the bulge.
An altar stood quietly here, and the altar above was empty.
He looked happy and said, "This is it."
He jumped onto the altar and was about to reach the top in a few steps, but then his expression changed.
A figure suddenly appeared on the altar, blocking his way.
This figure is different from all the ghosts and gods in front of him. He looks like a human being.
Except for a single horn on the top of its head, which is as red as blood, its other organs look almost identical to those of humans.
His eyes were deep, burning with red flames. He looked at Zhuang Wuming, full of agility and wisdom.
Instinctively, Zhuang Wuming felt that this ghost seemed unusual.
"Humans? I didn't expect to see humans."
With the faint words, Zhuang Wuming felt something strange. This ghost seemed not to refer to indigenous humans, but to humans in the main world.
Although he didn't know why, Zhuang Wuming understood the meaning of this sentence.
"What do you mean?"
Looking at the confused Zhuang Wuming, the ghost's eyes were erratic, as if he had thought of something.
There was a smile on his lips, "It's not interesting, I just find it interesting. Everything is fate."
Without giving Zhuang Wuming a chance to ask questions, he continued, "Do you want to decipher this great array of ghosts and gods from all directions?"
Seeing that he didn't want to elaborate, Zhuang Wuming said calmly, "So what."
"If yes, then defeat me. If not, then just wait here to die."
The indifferent words were full of murderous intent, and a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhuang Wuming's mouth.