Taoist students

Chapter 220
Thousands of miles around, shrouded in blood mist, tens of thousands of people scattered separately.

These were originally people from the six major forces and belonged to the human race, but now they want to kill each other in order to survive in the end.

Some ruthless people will naturally not have any scruples.But some lucky people want to be opportunistic and try some methods to escape from this place.

However, in the end it was nothing more than fetching water from a bamboo basket, and how could they break through the formations arranged by the monks in the Infant Transformation Realm.

Although many human races are scattered, as time goes by, there is always a time to meet each other.

At this time, in a certain place, when a young man from the Gongsun family met a monk from Huaxianzong, they looked at each other warily.

The two are both ninth-level cultivation bases, so it can be said that their strengths are comparable.

"This fellow daoist is born from the same root, so why be too anxious, I don't want to take action against you, and I hope fellow daoist don't have other thoughts."

Seeing that the young man from Gongsun's family straightened his expression, he opened his mouth and said.

"It's very good, and that's exactly what I mean."

And the cultivator of Huaxianzong nodded, seeming to agree.

So the two had to leave separately.

However, when the cultivator of Huaxianzong just turned around, he only heard a "poof!".

Looking down, a short blade had already pierced through his chest.

"you……"

He turned around suddenly, his eyes full of horror and disbelief.

However, the young man of Gongsun's family waved his hand towards the distance, and the short blade flew back backwards and fell into his palm.

I saw a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes, and said:
"People don't kill heaven and earth for themselves, they are offended."

Kindness to others is cruelty to oneself.Those who can be sent by the palace or the family to attack the blood clan can be said to have some scheming.

And those few people who are not deeply involved in the world, or those who are merciful, will become the first batch of people who will die first.

This is just a small scene that happened thousands of miles away.

More battle groups are showing a one-sided posture.

Because in the land of thousands of miles, the foundation-building stage monks are the absolute top existence, and when they encounter those people in the refining stage, they will start a crazy massacre.

Even in the face of people of their own power, many people will also kill.

……

Somewhere in the northwest of the Land of Thousands of Miles, a young man dressed in green and with a scar on his left face controls a strangely shaped black flying shuttle.

The two ends of the flying shuttle are pointed, and a faint cold light shines on it from time to time, interspersed back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, it can penetrate all seven or eight human monks who are around the eighth or even ninth level of Qi refining.

At this point, he suddenly opened his mouth, and the flying shuttle turned into an afterimage and was swallowed by him.

"thump……"

And at this time, those seven or eight figures fell to the ground.

……

And in a certain direction due east, a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old dressed in a blue robe, relying on a silver needle as thin as a hair, was always able to pierce the eyebrows of every monk he met by surprise.

In an instant, a tiny drop of blood appeared on his forehead, and at the same time, the pierced person's pupils were dilated, and he became silent.

……

Somewhere in the central area, there is also a woman in a yellow robe. This woman has dark skin and an ordinary face.Although he is only in his twenties, his whole body exudes a mana fluctuation of the Dzogchen foundation period, such aptitude is really against the sky.

On top of her head, a yellow talisman rose and fell up and down, making a "cracking" sound.

Whenever he ran into some human monks, the talisman shot out like a living thing.

After a flash of yellow light, no matter what magic weapon or spell the human monks used to resist, it was useless.

I saw raging fires burning on their bodies one after another, and their bodies were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

……

Although bloody scenes are constantly being staged.

But there are still many people who don't want to do this. They want to avoid the monks in the foundation period or preserve their strength.Only by taking the last shot can we have a greater hope of surviving.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed figure in the mid-air looked down at the bloody scene under his feet, and the next moment he reached out to grab it, several clots of clotted blood the size of pigeon eggs appeared in his palm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

I saw him ejecting with his fingers again and again, melting more than ten blackened blood clusters into the blood mist under him.

As soon as these blood clots the size of pigeon eggs came into contact, they melted and scattered into all places in the land of thousands of miles.

"call!"

Many human monks just took a sip, and suddenly felt blood surging, and the murderous intent in their hearts suddenly increased, and they became bloodthirsty.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was still sitting cross-legged on the spot, motionless.His spiritual consciousness has already been opened, covering a radius of nine thousand zhang.

Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked forward.

In just four or five breaths, he saw a sword valley monk walking with a seven-foot long sword in the direction he was looking.

This person was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his cultivation was at the peak of the ninth level. He saw Dongfang Mo and Nangong Yurou at a glance.

Because Dongfang Mo and the others deliberately suppressed the mana fluctuations on their bodies, and did not show the slightest aura of the foundation establishment period, this person could not tell the depth of their cultivation.

Seeing this, a murderous intent burst out in his eyes, and at the same time he stretched out his right hand, with his index and middle fingers together, and suddenly pointed at the top of his head.

"call out……"

Immediately, the long sword behind him shot up into the sky, and with a twist of his fingers, the seven-foot long sword circled around his head, and then turned into a white light, shooting towards Dongfang Mo in the distance.

A flash of sharpness flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, he didn't know the movements of the black-robed figure in mid-air.

He could only feel that as time passed, the bloodthirsty urge in his heart became stronger and stronger.Although he is still able to control himself at present, if it continues like this, he can't guarantee whether he will be able to hold his breath in the end.

Seeing the flying sword coming, it was less than three feet away from him.

He suddenly raised his arm, spread his five fingers, and grasped forward.

In the horrified eyes of monk Jiangu, the flying sword was three inches away from his palm, as if it was stopped by an invisible force, and it was fixed in the air, unable to move.

The three-foot long sword was trembling all over, and it was constantly spinning, trying to break through the restraint, and directly pierced his palm.

However, Dongfang Mo Xiaocheng's anode body forging technique and the repulsive power erupted by the physical body cannot be broken by a monk in the Qi refining period.

Seeing that Jiangu monk was shocked, he immediately reacted.His fingers kept pinching, he squatted in a horse stance, and his mana was crazily agitated, pouring it into the fingers of his right hand, and pointing hard to the front again.

"Yan!"

Feijian let out a loud and clear sound of the sword's cry, his own power greatly increased, and there was a faint sound of explosion from the tip of the sword, and he spun and strangled towards the front again.

He felt a huge force coming from the flying sword, but Dongfang Mo's expression did not change at all, and his body shook in the next moment.

"Buzz!"

A shocking force rushed forward along his arm.

"Crack Kacha!"

After a few crisp sounds, I saw that flying sword was about to split inch by inch suddenly, several pieces fell to the ground, its own aura dissipated, like pieces of ordinary iron.

"puff!"

In the distance, the sword valley disciple opened his mouth and spurted out hot blood. When he looked up at Dongfang Mo, his eyes were already full of shock.Needless to say, this person is definitely a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, and he is not able to deal with him at all.

At this moment, he turned around without hesitation and fled towards the distance.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed at his waist, and the next moment he heard the sound of insects.

I saw a gust of black wind rushing towards the sword valley monk at an extremely fast speed, enveloping him in the blink of an eye.

"what!"

The shrill scream lasted only a few breaths, and the sword valley monk fell to the ground, and his body was swallowed up by the bone-eating silkworms at a visible speed.

"call!"

Dongfang Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, the murderous intent in his eyes was already strong.

Feeling the accelerated blood flow in his body and the uncontrollable excitement, he stood up abruptly.

In his heart, he has changed his previous decision to wait for a rabbit.

I saw him put his hand somewhere under his chin.

"Hiss!"

A human skin mask was torn off, revealing his original ordinary face.

Turning to look at Nangong Yurou, narrowing her slender eyes, she said:

"Since you are trapped here, why hide your face, Xiaodao is about to kill."

When the last sentence fell, Dongfang Mo felt his whole body was boiling with excitement. In addition to the excitement, there was still a hint of anticipation.

Nangong Yurou had already been aroused to kill, but she was not like Dongfang Mo, she could control herself.

After hearing Dongfang Mo's words, he pondered for a moment, then reached out and tore off the mask on his cheeks, revealing a delicate face.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo walked forward with his hands behind his back.

After passing the place where the Sword Valley disciple was devoured before, he sucked his palm and put away his storage bag.

"Buzz!"

The bone-eating silkworm soared into the sky, hovering above its head.

Following Dongfang Mo's footsteps, he floated forward.

Not long after, the two met another human cultivator. Judging by his attire, he should be a member of Huaxianzong, but this person's cultivation level is at the early stage of foundation establishment.

When he saw Dongfang Mo and the other two appearing here, fierce murderous intent burst out in this person's eyes.But when they felt fluctuations in their cultivation that were not weaker than his, their expressions changed, and they were outnumbered and about to flee into the distance.

"Humph!"

Dongfang Mo snorted coldly. He had clearly seen the murderous intent in this person's eyes before. If the two of them had low cultivation levels, it might not be as simple as turning around and leaving.

Since he has the heart to kill, he must be prepared to be killed.

"Buzz!"

Hearing the bone-eating silkworm's humming that shook the sky, it turned into a black wind and rolled towards the front, enveloping the cultivator in it after a while.

Suddenly there was a heart-piercing scream, even though he had enough foundation-building cultivation, as long as these bone-eating silkworms approached him, he would have no strength left to resist.

In the blink of an eye, there was only an empty shirt left on the spot.

After picking up his storage bag, Dongfang Mo continued to walk forward.

Along the way, he will never show mercy to those who do not open their eyes and take the initiative to attack, or those who show murderous intent in their eyes.And there is no need for him to act personally, the bone-eating silkworms will eat those people.

However, if there is a person who shows hesitation in his eyes, turns around and leaves, and does not want to have direct contact with him, he will maintain the last trace of reason in his heart and will not kill him.

It is still the principle that people do not offend me, and I do not offend others.

Just when Dongfang Mo and Nangong Yurou had traveled for more than ten li, they had killed five or six people along the way.

Suddenly, a domineering spiritual consciousness swept from the front, sweeping back and forth across his body.

The next moment, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, a tall figure dressed in black stood three feet away in front of him.

The moment he saw this person's face, Dongfang Mo's expression froze, and then a trace of cold murderous intent flashed across.

"It's really a narrow road for enemies."

(End of this chapter)