Reincarnation: Begins with the life of a black-energy immortal boy

Chapter 40: Magical Uses of the Orb, Eight-Direction Thunderbolt and the Three-Shape Method

"Boy, if you just serve our two families as a mechanical puppet, you can still keep your life." Lu Ci snorted coldly.

You have to know that a dozen of his men died. If it weren't for the mechanical puppet, he would have killed this guy long ago.

Zhou Ming sneered and looked at these people.

"Nearly 40 people, this must be a considerable force. You really think highly of me." Zhou Ming said coldly.

"Since you know the difference in numbers, just surrender obediently, otherwise watch out for your hands and feet. Anyway, missing limbs can be replaced with mechanical arms. I believe your skills can do it." Wang Ai stared at Zhou Ming's hands and feet with a sinister look.

"It's easy to deal with these people, but how many trump cards do I need to use?" Zhou Ming thought quickly in his mind.

That woman’s Yaoxing Society seemed to have appeared here as well. We can’t reveal all our cards. It would be troublesome if people found out.

The Mountain's Super Dark Killer and the Demon Doll cannot be used, the others depend on the situation.

This thought flashed through his mind, and black Qi burst out from Zhou Ming's body.

Three ordinary dark killers emerged and immediately rushed in all directions.

Zhou Ming moved quickly. A handful of finger-sized beads appeared in his hands, and he threw them in all directions.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bronze dolls appeared one after another, and with a click, they held a shield in their left hand and a knife in their right hand, and directly launched a counter-encirclement.

After a quick look, there are actually more than 30 of them.

"Oh no, how come this kid has so many mechanical dolls?" Wang Ai thought to himself that something was not good and looked at those mechanical dolls in shock.

Lu Ci kicked off and rushed forward, slapping a bronze doll with his palm.

"boom!"

A powerful blow hit the shield, and with a cracking sound, cracks appeared.

The bronze puppet took several steps back before it stood firm. It did not continue to rush forward, but instead looked alert.

Some patterns appeared on the shield, and Qi emerged. The shield was actually recovering slowly. It seemed that these patterns on the card were based on the abilities of some horse spells.

With one palm, he repelled the other two bronze dolls, and Lu Ci looked at the scene in shock.

"This puppet actually has the ability to recover. This is not good." Lu Ci's face changed drastically.

With powerful defense and recovery ability, this puppet is unexpectedly powerful except for its poor attacking ability.

If Lu Ci were to face these 30 bronze dolls alone, he would definitely be exhausted to death.

"Don't worry about those broken dolls, just kill these three pieces of shit quickly." Wang Ai's angry voice sounded.

I saw three dark killers killing people indiscriminately in the crowd, and Wang Ai rushed forward to stop them.

The three dark killers have synchronized their cultivation with Zhou Ming, and each of them is no weaker than the top 32 contestants in the competition. In addition, with the characteristics of their weapons, some of the top 16 contestants are no match for them.

What's more, there is the Hammer Dark Killer who has gained attributes.

"Boom!" A loud explosion sounded under the hammer.

One after another, their Qi defenses were broken by the explosion of the Dark Killer's hammer, and they flew backwards covered in blood.

Until Wang Ai came up and hit him hard with a crutch.

The hammer struck and a violent explosion was heard.

The shock wave spread out in all directions, but Wang Ai remained as steady as a rock, while the Dark Killer's Hammer was shaken and fell backwards.

A flash of colorful Qi appeared, and the inexplicable attack penetrated the Iron Hammer Dark Killer.

A red light appeared, and the Dark Killer's body swelled. "Not good!" Wang Ai thought to himself, and colorful Qi enveloped his whole body.

"boom!"

Lu Ci knocked a dark killer to pieces with one palm, and the killer disintegrated into a cloud of smoke. Hearing a sound, he turned around and looked over.

Wang Ai emerged from the firelight. There was no sign of injury on his body, nor any change at all. He was still as steady as a rock, but looked a little dusty.

"Hahaha! Old man Wang, you actually fell for this thing that can be shattered with just a slap! Hahaha!" Lu Ci laughed as he smashed another dark killer to pieces with one palm.

The three dark killers in front of Zhou Ming resurrected and continued to rush forward, but except for the Iron Hammer Dark Killer who could withstand one or two moves, the others could not withstand a single move.

"As expected of a cultivator from the older generation, he is indeed much stronger, his methods are also very sophisticated and he is experienced." Zhou Ming did not take action, but instead observed the fight between the two old guys.

The dark killer with the same cultivation level as Zhou Ming, uses his fearlessness and his own characteristics to be very oppressive when fighting against his peers.

But the Dark Killer's weakness is also obvious, that is, his physique is not like that of humans. As long as he reaches the standard of serious injury, he will immediately collapse.

These young men rarely have an attack of this strength, but the two old guys are definitely capable of it, so the Dark Killer was killed continuously.

"Judging from the strength of the three dark killers, Shan, who are combined together, should be as strong as these two old guys, but slightly weaker than Grandpa Lu." Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of steel balls, looking at the two old guys.

When the competition started, Zhou Ming saw Old Man Lu behind the old Taoist priest. The Qi in his body was stronger than those two old guys.

"Boom!"

Wang Ai put his cane in front of him, looked at the flying steel ball, and said with a cold laugh: "Little bastard, do you think I am not prepared for your tricks?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ai's peripheral vision drifted to a somewhat illusory ping-pong ball-sized gem, which flew to his side.

"Boom!" The explosion power was like that of a small howitzer, mixed with flames, and spread suddenly.

"The effect of this thunderbolt is really good, but it's a pity that the other old man is too sensitive and it didn't explode him." Zhou Ming glanced at Lu Ci who dodged.

"You little bastard, I'm going to make you live a life worse than death." A sharp and mournful roar came from the smoke of the explosion.

Wang Ai covered one of his eyes with his hand, blood flowing down half of his cheek, and his other eye stared at Zhou Ming fiercely.

"You old man, are you really old? You can still fall for this." Lu Ci said bluntly on the other side.

"Don't worry about these three things, let's catch this guy together." Wang Ai did not give a direct answer.

Those three ghost things didn't look like ghosts or elves, and could not be controlled by the Soul Binding and General Sent. No one knew what special things they were that made them so difficult to deal with.

But no matter what, everything will be clear as long as we catch this guy.

"We really have to fight quickly and decisively. If people really see us together, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain to the old Taoist priest!" Lu Ci said with his eyes slightly narrowed.

If this matter really came to the old Taoist priest, his two lives might be safe, but he might really have to lie in bed until he died of old age.

Seven phantom beads appeared beside Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming has mastered the Eight Directions spell and possessed the Shadows of the Eight Directions.

However, one of them sealed the black energy of the Soul Binding and General Sent, and could not be used for attack.

As for Feng Shayan's spatial Qi, he had almost fully comprehended it, so he simply dispersed it.

"The shape of the sky, the eagle of the wind." Zhou Ming said lightly.

Seven phantom orbs lit up a rune, and the strong wind condensed into eagles.

There was a scratch on Zhou Ming's forehead, and his hawk and dog were beside him, holding a short-handled heavy axe in his hand.

Looking at the two old immortals rushing towards him, he chopped them down with an axe.

(End of this chapter)