Wuhun Lingzhu from Douluo

Chapter 269 The Powerful Enemy

Weekend suddenly appeared in front of He Mao Xiaojiao with a cold face, which shocked him.

He took a few steps back abruptly.

Facing this kind of miscellaneous, Zhou weekend didn't want to say a word of nonsense, just raised his hand and waved it over.

A crimson sword light shot straight at He Mao Xiaojiao's head.

"Don't kill me, I belong to the He Mao family..."

"Whoosh!"

The sound of splitting the air sounded, which stopped his sudden appearance of weird Chinese.

He Mao Xiaojiao's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that the other party didn't even give him a chance to speak.

Blood dripped from between his brows, and with a bang, the body fell to the ground.

Weekend looked at the five Dongying islanders who died in an instant with a cold face, with a faint blue light shining on their bodies.

The White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner floated out slowly.

A faint blue light suddenly enveloped the past, covering the five corpses.

Special power acted on these five bones, and soon their flesh and blood were dissolved, and their souls merged into their bones.

Four brand new Yin soldiers appeared in the weekend interview, two with the strength of mages, and two with the strength of Taoist priests.

It turned into a ray of light and was received into the banner of bones and ghosts.

Weekend looked at the last one, the corpse of Xiaojiao He Mao.

An illusory shadow floated towards the distance, but it was bound by blue chains, and it was impossible to escape.

"No! Please... let go of my soul, my father is Ryosuke, and he is in the same realm as Motosheng Zhenren... Ahhh!"

A painful howl came from that soul, and the white chain penetrated into the depths of his soul.

Painful faces, twisted together, extremely ugly!
"Huh!" Weekend snorted coldly.

He doesn't care about the strength of the opponent?
What can the real Yuanshen do?

Just to give it a try, can you kill him by leapfrogging?

The tearing power in the distance is gradually weakening, and the power of the bones and ghost banners is not much weaker than that of Yuanshen Daoist.

What's more, the so-called Dongying island country's similar realm powerhouses.

In the end, He Mao Xiaojiao's soul did not escape from the White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner, and was sucked into the magic weapon, refining it into a Yin soldier.

After doing all this, Zhou Zhou reached out and grabbed the magic weapon, and turned to look at the village.

The cold face became a bit more murderous.

Except for the soldiers who hid, there were no living people in the village.

Weekend sneered, and his figure disappeared instantly.

When it appeared, Zhan Zhan stood in front of a little dwarf soldier.

This little yellow soldier looked at the weekend that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Startled suddenly, he raised his hand and started shooting.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

These little dwarfs were originally frightened birds. In their eyes, the onmyoji, who was like a fairy, was easily beheaded by that devil.

Now that he suddenly appeared in front of them, he was naturally taken aback.

The officer standing at the rear of them had turned pale.

He knew that if he didn't shoot, he could still survive.

But now that they have fired, the other party has an excuse.

The short man with a mustache had fear in his eyes. Although death was terrifying, it didn't make him afraid.

What he was afraid of was that the other party would play with his own soul.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up the gun in his hand and aimed it at his head.

Then, his eyes went dark.

A sword energy pierced his brain.

"Want to die? Huh, this is just the beginning!"

After weekend snorted coldly, the magic weapon beside him exuded a faint blue light.

More than a dozen dwarfs were refined into Yin soldiers.

"Not counting the 100 Yin soldiers who can be resurrected, I have accumulated more than 800 Yin soldiers in the past three months, and I can almost start my plan."

Looking at the magic weapon in his hand on the weekend, there was no joy between his brows.

At this moment, a powerful breath came from a distance.

Immediately attracted the attention of the weekend, turned his head to look at the distant horizon.

"It's really a strong man who is similar to the realm of the Daoist Yuanshen!" Weekend frowned.

The strength of the opponent is very strong, it doesn't look like he is in a semi-incomplete state, or he has just been promoted.

It should have gone out of its own way.Strength is no small matter.

Compared with the nine real souls before the ceremony, they were not at the bottom of the list.

Although it can't be compared with those three old men, it can still rank second or third among the six real souls.

"Now is not the time, I will kill you after I prepare everything!"

After finishing speaking on the weekend, he turned around and turned into a sword light, which disappeared into the sky in an instant.

A few minutes later, a large snow-white bird appeared in the sky.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face, eyes full of anger.

"who is it?"

Angry voices spread around, but at this time there were no living people here, and no one answered him.

The middle-aged man patted the big bird under his feet, and the strange white wings flapped down.

The gust of wind brought snowflakes, whistling towards the ground.

Everything in all directions was frozen, and wisps of breath appeared in the air.

The middle-aged man immediately appeared in front of a sharp breath, and grabbed it with his hands.

"Sword repair?"

The face of the middle-aged man became even uglier, and the sword cultivator's sect was not easy to mess with.

They are not like the stupid Great Empire Army, who think they can easily completely occupy this land.

So the method of boiling frogs in warm water has always been adopted, but the army has become more aggressive because of the encumbrance of those armies.

If this sword cultivator is killed, I'm afraid he will offend those real sects.

"Damn it, I can't control that much anymore, and even though the army took the lead in doing that, there is no room for turning back!"

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became ferocious.

"Kill my son, I will make you pay for it!"

In the world of practice, every large area has a gathering place similar to a contact point.

They are special areas that the martial arts spend resources to build with formations.

Even the place where all the practitioners gather is also a place to recuperate and rest, replenish resources, and exchange materials.

In a valley, layers of white mist shrouded the place, and from time to time, a ray of light or a figure rushed into it.

Jianmang, the incarnation of the weekend, also rushed in.

According to the direction, after changing several times, I came to the door of a hall.

Noisy voices rushed over.

"Damn it, those bastards, why can't they do something to those soldiers?..."

"The group of animals didn't obey the rules. Are we going to watch the people get killed?"

"Old man Chen, what do those big figures above say? If they don't allow it, then I'll do it myself. Anyway, I'm just a fucking casual cultivator!"

Noisy voices rushed towards my face, and I frowned tightly on the weekend. It's just that I haven't been here for more than a week. Why is there such a big change?
A large number of people surrounded the hall, and everyone's faces were filled with anger, surrounding old man Chen and the others.

Old man Chen is a sorcerer and the manager here.

Commissioned by several sects.

In other words, all these strongholds were built by several sects, and the people who manage here are naturally their people.

Information will be shared here, and there are some resources, as well as tasks, and of course corresponding rewards.

At this moment, a crowd filled with righteous indignation surrounded old man Chen.

(End of this chapter)