My talent is resurrection

Chapter 352 Can anyone scare me?

At the height of the main hall in the city, several celestial monks were sitting together, discussing matters.

The first thing to talk about is about an unknown monk who suddenly appeared in the city—Old Man Wang.

"Fellow Taoists, do you have any news about this person's origin?" asked one of the celestial monks.

"I don't know its origin, and I have never heard of this strange title of old man Wang elsewhere, but there is news that this person is a monk in Tianguang Prefecture, and it is said to come from his own mouth." Another monk of heaven and man replied.

The celestial cultivator with a face like a jade plate asked again: "How about his specific combat power, can you analyze it?"

"It is said that the Nascent Soul cultivator was randomly manipulated, and the Nascent Soul elders of many sects could not survive a round under his hands."

"Isn't that similar to us?"

"I don't know about this. After all, some Nascent Soul and Tianjiao picked up fellow monks and killed them at will."

"Then I don't want this old man Wang to be some kind of Nascent Soul Talent. After all, there are very few Nascent Soul Talents who can stand up to the Celestial Monks in the whole world, and they are often only the geniuses of the real big sects."

"Now it's just speculation like this, maybe it's a half-step celestial being, don't be too nervous, and if it's really those nascent souls, there is no reason to hide in this city."

"It's reasonable, we should be more careful in our actions in the future, and tell the monks under the sect not to provoke him, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Several celestial beings groaned, their brows gradually frowned. A monk similar to them suddenly appeared in the largest city of Nanchuan, and the origin was unknown. This is not good news. It's even more chaotic.

Among them, the Heavenly Man shook his head and said: "Forget it, this person didn't cause any trouble in the city, just let him go these few days, besides, the upper sect has already opened up to target him, so we don't need to worry about it. "

The heavenly beings nodded and discussed again: "Do you have any news about the witch who appeared in Nanchuan recently?"

"It is said that it has been recruited by the ancestors of Huacai Mountain. It is considered an orthodox fairy sect, but the cultivation method is a bit unorthodox, but it is not a big deal."

"Forget it. Originally, I wanted to talk to this witch about a deal. Since I have been recruited by the ancestor of Huacai Mountain, I can only forget it."

After several celestial beings finished speaking, they became silent, waiting for the rest of the celestial beings to arrive, and then the real celestial assembly began.

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Chen Jiu kept pacing along the moat of the largest city in Nanchuan. Even though the stars in his pupils were suppressed by him, they were still circulating.

The corpses of those monks, Chen Jiu had already been buried on the mountain, and then sat in front of those graves for a long time, silent, and finally could only bow slightly towards the graves, and then left.

After that, I kept walking along the moat, thinking about what I did wrong, what I didn't do well, and why I would lead to the murder of these people.

After thinking about it, he could only come up with one word...

Hey!
Chen Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, his pupils and stars turned wildly, turned the water of the moat back a hundred meters, and went against the current.

The surrounding monks looked horrified and hurriedly backed away.

Chen Jiu's body disappeared in an instant, looking for the attacker, and then he wanted to beat the attacker to death with one punch and one punch!

Thousands of miles away from the city, two teams of monks are confronting each other. One of them is the same monks who sent Chen Jiu the life extension pill a few days ago. At this time, they are at a disadvantage and look sad, although they have expected , hurriedly escaped from the city, but did not expect to be caught too.

The monks who besieged them didn't seem to be in a hurry, they teased them slowly, looking for pleasure, and killing prey had to be played slowly to be interesting.

The weak monk with a hood begged: "I would like to give all my money, just to spare our lives."

The bald and fierce-looking monk who was the leader of the siege smiled sarcastically, "Okay, take it out, and I'll see if you have enough money to buy your lives."

The hooded monk had a bitter expression on his face, and he took out all the belongings that were left in his body, and lined up in front of the bald monk one by one.

The bald monk raised it casually with his foot, and didn't even bother to look at it. He sneered and said: "These rags want to buy their own lives. You are too naive. Forget it today. I am merciful and allow you to buy your life, but you can only buy it." One person's life, who do you think will survive?"

The face of the hooded monk became more and more bitter and helpless. This was a way of alienation. He wanted to see them argue with each other or even kill each other. In the end, even one of them might not survive.

But what if you know?
They are just playthings in the hands of this monk, and they can live longer if they follow his script, otherwise they will die immediately.

Before the man in the hood could speak, several monks started arguing in panic, arguing over who should live.

The bald monk crossed his arms and watched leisurely. This ability to arbitrarily decide the life and death of other monks is really refreshing.

The man in the hood watched his usual friendly friends keep arguing, and even gradually turned into quarreling and insulting, his face became more and more bitter and sad, and finally said sadly.

"Stop arguing, I'll die first."

The monks were stunned for a moment, then they were ashamed and didn't speak again.

The bald monk was very annoyed at the sudden disruptive remarks, and instantly pinched the hooded monk's neck, lifted him up, and said fiercely.

"You die first, then I will fulfill you!"

The hooded man's face turned red from being squeezed, he couldn't breathe, his whole body was swaying wildly, looking extremely funny.

After that, some monks were crying and wanted to rush up, but they were knocked down by the hunting monks.

The bald monk said with a ferocious face: "Like being a hero to show off?!"

The hooded monk's struggling and trembling body gradually calmed down, and he was about to lose his breath. He seemed to see a void opening vaguely in his eyes.

Blood burst from the bald monk's head, spattering the hooded man's face.

Chen Jiu, who was covered in bright golden light, reached out and wiped away the bald monk's body, then turned his head to look at all the remaining monks who were besieged around him.

The hooded monk staggered to the ground, recovered his consciousness, looked at Chen Jiu's back in surprise, and dared not believe it.

"Wang... Mr. Wang?!"

Chen Jiu didn't answer, but just said to the monks in front of him: "Then move out of the sect behind you now. If it is too big and can scare me, I will consider spare your life, how about it?"

One of the monks hurriedly said: "We are Suolongmen monks, we belong to the upper sect of Middle-earth Shenzhou, and the suzerain is the thirteenth realm..."

Chen Jiu had already pierced the monk's chest, then turned his head, and spread his hands to the remaining monks with blood-stained hands.

"I'm sorry I didn't scare me."

So they all have to die.

(End of this chapter)