The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 142
"Hey! Although I know that I don't blame you for all these things, but... I have different positions, and I have no choice!" Zhao Wou-ki sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and then moved his fingers, and the ghost banner suddenly Black light shot out, and three hundred innocent souls roared out from the eyes of the skeleton with ghostly fire, and rushed towards the remaining disciples of the Black Black Sect.

"I'm in so much pain! It's so painful!" Those innocent souls had hideous faces, and when they grabbed a disciple of the Black Wu Sect, they would gnaw and tear them apart, and there were so many of them, often several evil spirits surrounded a monk in the Yuan Dan period, and within half a second , the cultivator would scream and be torn apart, blood and flesh splashed all over the sky.

Although the disciples of the golden core period can barely contend with the wronged souls for a while, they still cannot avoid the fate of being torn apart. After all, there are too many wronged souls, and they simply cannot protect every corner of their bodies.

Only the remaining eleven monks in the infancy stage can release powerful true energy, and the persecuted souls cannot get close, and they surround Zhelang in the middle to protect them.

The sound of wailing and screams filled the entire hall and echoed continuously.

The black black sect that used to be so bullish has now become a purgatory on earth. When the screams stopped, Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes.

The entire hall has turned into a pool of blood, stumped limbs and broken arms are scattered all over the floor, the three hundred wronged souls have already flown back to the Yinhun Banner, and only Zhao Wuji and eleven incarnations are left in the entire hall. Infant monk, plus Zhe Lang, the head of the Black Wu sect!
"You are the only ones left!" Zhao Wuji sighed, raised his hand to put away the ghost flag, and said lightly.

"He's not a baby-changing cultivator, he's too powerful, at least above the stage of becoming a baby!" Zhe Lang finally understood, and couldn't help cursing Master Lei Huang tens of thousands of times in his heart.

"Sect Master, run away, leave this place to us!" Eleven Infant Transformation monks said together.

"Escape? Okay, try running away and see if you run faster or my flying sword is faster!" Zhao Wou-ki smiled slightly, and twenty flying swords appeared around his body and suspended.

"It turns out...he can control so many flying swords at the same time. No wonder the sword array was broken in an instant. These twenty flying swords are all above the third grade!" Promise's trump card!

(End of this chapter)