The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 117

"It seems...you have to do something? Think about it clearly, what people fear most is not knowing themselves, being wise is a dead end but you still have to go!" Zhao Wou-ki lowered his voice and his expression became gloomy.

It is the best thing to scare this group of people away, Zhao Wou-ki has no idea, after all the opponent's lineup is too strong, he really has no chance of winning.

"Huh!" Everyone heard the words, and their hearts were overwhelmed, a powerful coercion was released from them, completely enveloping Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's mind moved, fortunately he has the soul of all weapons, which can make his soul very strong, otherwise let alone his mortal body, even his four younger brothers would have their souls ruptured under this terrifying pressure.

When a person with a high cultivation level faces a person with a low level, the look in his eyes will make the other person feel scared. This is the power displayed in the spirit, and it will cause great oppression to the soul.

"Hmph, are you determined to do something? Don't be bad, I didn't remind you..." Zhao Wou-ki still spoke sarcastically, but his words were just plain spoken. He suddenly raised his hand and threw out a large handful of talisman papers.

Although these are the lowest-level spells of the tenth level, they are superior in quantity. In an instant, fireballs flew wildly in the sky, ice cones swayed horizontally, lightning bounced wildly, and whirlwinds slashed, accompanied by clouds of black smoke. Come on, it's so beautiful.

"Tsk tsk, Boss really has a leisurely mind. It's a critical moment, and I still have the mood to set off fireworks!" Lu Chang licked his lips, took out a cigarette from his storage ring and lit it, watching the colorful sky, while swallowing clouds with Wang Gang Spit up.

These cigarettes were obtained by looting countless tobacco specialty stores when they were in the mortal world. They are going to leave the mortal world anyway, and they still need to spend money to buy them?
"Yes, what kind of medicine is sold in the boss's gourd? These spells look amazing, but after all, they are only tenth rank spells, which are useless to these masters!" Xie Hu also frowned, I can't figure it out.

In the sky, the monks of the Black Crow faction tensed up for Zhao Wuji's sudden attack, and prepared to defend themselves, but they suddenly found that the opponents threw out tenth-rank spells without any lethality, which made the The sky was full of smog.

(End of this chapter)