A mob of clones

When Zeluo Ju heard Meng Qi brazenly saying that he wanted to kill him, he was very angry.

They were just a bunch of little kids, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and even the little monk looked only thirteen or fourteen.

And what about him? !

Now he is nearly fifty years old, and has reached the third level of field cultivation.

These little guys, whose strength was barely different from An Guoxie's, had just opened their nine orifices. How could they threaten to kill him? !

ridiculous!

With his strength, who can kill him? With his background, who dares to kill him? !

If there were several people around, and he had just been seriously injured, he might have had a chance to take action now, but now!
He is stronger than he has ever been.

If it weren't for the fact that the group of little kids in front of him all had some special identities, he would have been a little afraid.

Jiang Zhiwei leaned against the Xijian Pavilion. The sword that had stabbed the old man in tears had taken him several decades to recover, and he only recovered recently.

Qingjing has the support of Xuantian Sect, and Zhenren Shoujing, who ranks second on the Earth List, is no pushover either.

Qi Xia is the princess of the Dajiang Gang.

Zhang Yuanshan also has the support of the Zhenwu School.

Any one of these people might not even be able to offend a crying old man.

If those people had died in a normal competition in the martial arts world, the many sects would probably not be able to say anything, but it was different when he took action against Luo Ju. This was naked bullying of the weak.

If it caused outrage from all sides, it was unclear whether the crying old man would die, but he, Ze Luoju, would definitely not survive.

I come here to kill people just to save my own life, so I naturally won't do a losing business and act rashly.

Otherwise, Luo Ju was confident that the knife in his hand could take their lives the moment they appeared.

This is what Ze Luoju thinks.

But when the colorful light shone all over his body, he found that he was wrong.

The breath of death enveloped his whole body.

The sword light was still dozens of meters away from him, but Feng Rui's sword intent had already pierced his skin, turning him into a bloody man with holes all over his body in an instant.

Feeling the deadly threat, Ze Luoju knew that he could not escape this disaster.

Seven figures leaped up from the spot and transformed into part of the sword light, slashing towards him.

The intense fear even made him unable to move his body.

But looking at the scene in front of him with his finally intact eyes, he was unwilling to accept it and shook his head vigorously.

"No no no no no!!!"

"I just saw the scene of a peerless master."

"I just recovered my eyes and had a chance to step onto the first step of the ladder to the exterior scene!"

"My future should be promising!"

"I should become a peerless strongman like my ancestor who suppresses the entire Western Region."

"I won't die. I don't want to die here!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

An angry roar came out of Ze Luoju's mouth.

He seemed to be free from his restraints, and suddenly stretched out his arms, holding the dark evil knife in his hands, with terrifying evil energy constantly shining in it.

Black ghost shadows kept emerging from Zeluoju's body, wailing and roaring.

Endless ghost shadows bit and devoured each other and finally formed a terrifying evil ghost that was tens of meters tall. The evil ghost was covered in blood, and its ghost hands kept reaching forward, reaching out to the colorful sword light flying forward.

"I will live, forever."

“Live better than anyone else!!!”

“Break it for me, ahhhhh——”

At this moment, Ze Luoju's eyes widened. His cultivation had reached its peak, and he even forced his way into the realm of a peerless strong man.

At that moment, he saw it.

He saw himself becoming an unrivaled master and a grandmaster in the future.

He saw the weeping old man being beheaded and became one of the most sought-after overlords in the Western Regions.

Seeing that he had become a powerful Dharmakaya-level warrior who could stand tall and firm and bring the entire Western Region under his command, even if the crying old man was resurrected, he could only wail and beg for mercy in his palm.

"I saw it, I saw it—"

……

The colorful sword light cut the huge ghost into several pieces, and Droju's body was smashed into the ground like the blade of a tunnel boring machine, and continued to pierce downwards.

Until it smashed through into a huge rocky mountain.

The mysterious Wu He then looked at Ze Luoju, who was covered in blood and whose consciousness was already blurred. He did not hesitate to grab all the colorful sword lights around him in his hand and merged them into the Changhong Sword in his hand.

His fingers formed a seal and the sword pointed straight to the sky.

The Sword of Light, which had once displayed its power in the world of Shrouding the Sky, seemed to appear again in the hands of the mysterious Wu He.

A dazzling white light shot out from the tip of his sword, pointing high into the sky.

At this moment, the mysterious Wu He was like the scorching sun that had just risen in the sky. The light of morning light and the sword style that lasted as long as the heaven and earth flew out from his fingertips.

This blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In an instant, the mountain above the heads of the Samsara team was split in half.

Zeluoju's ferocious face instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted into the sky.

It was like a ghost floating lightly in the sky, and disappeared completely with a breeze.

The moment Zeluoju's breath disappeared, heaven and earth shook.

Of course, this was not because the heaven and earth were wailing for that Luo Ju, but because the momentum of this sword move was still spreading.

At the same time, huge rocks splashed in all directions, the dust and sand all around were blown away in an instant, and the clouds in the sky were torn apart.

The riot of vital energy between heaven and earth was so powerful that its sound could be heard dozens of miles away.

After killing Ze Luoju, the sword did not stop, it was still flying.

The dazzling sword light flew out from the torrent of heaven and earth, flew towards the horizon, and flew towards the place covered with dark clouds.

He chopped to pieces countless grinning evil spirits along the way, destroyed the black clouds flying in the sky, and then slashed heavily on a dark body.

This sword is fierce, domineering, extremely strong and masculine.

But the owner of that body was no ordinary person either.

Although the sword caused it to scream in pain and its body stiffened slightly, it did not cause any substantial harm to it.

But this slight stiffness gave the dark opponent a chance to fight back.

Xuan Bei lowered his head at this time, and formed the mudra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's mantra with his hands, and deep Sanskrit sounds came out of his mouth.

"Om, Pumnanidhani Soha, Om, Pumnanidhani Soha, Om, Pumnanidhani Soha."

The Buddha's light shines everywhere in the sky, and the mantra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva vibrates for four nights.

The evil spirits that were originally wreaking havoc in the sky were instantly purified by the Buddha's light, occupying most of the sky.

Originally, this battle was won because the crying old man had the advantage in cultivation, while Xuan Bei practiced the Moko Demon Subduing Fist to restrain the bitter old man.

The two sides each have half the advantage, and are in a stalemate, with neither able to do anything to the other.

However, the emergence of external factors temporarily tilted the balance.

Even though the crying old man quickly stabilized the situation after he reacted, he fought back again, relying on his advantage in cultivation to regain some control of the battle.

But there is no doubt that he wants to have the complete advantage like before.

Even being distracted by other things and attacking others during the battle with Xuan Bei was no longer possible.

Finding himself in his current situation, the crying old man couldn't help but go a little crazy.

He had clearly made full preparations for this operation.

He brought all his disciples with him, so normally there shouldn't be any accidents.

but! ! ! !

At this moment, the crying old man seemed to have turned into an evil ghost, and his angry roar filled with boundless rage continued to echo between heaven and earth.

"Damn it, who is it? Who on earth is it?!!"

……

And this voice naturally reached Qu Jiuniang's ears.

"Incredible, really incredible!"

Western Regions, Liushaji, the first family in the vast ocean.

Qu Jiuniang looked at the seven-colored sword light rising into the sky, her red lips slowly opened for the second time today, her face full of disbelief.

The group of people in front of him really refreshed his cognition time and time again.

It is incredible that Guimi Wuhe was ranked as the most promising guy on the list.

As a result, Meng Qi appeared, and the power he unleashed even surprised the outsiders.

But how long has it been?!

With Qu Jiuniang's keen eyesight, she would naturally be able to see the dominance of that power just now.

The mysterious Wuhe has always been the core of the seven swords combination just now.

It was he who mobilized the power of the other six people around him to stir up the thunder and fire from heaven and earth. It was he who condensed the power of the thunder and fire from heaven and earth into one and vented it all on the enemies around him.

Qu Jiuniang's current strength is almost the same as Ze Luoju's, and she is also at the third level of the outer scene.

He was even inferior to him. After all, Zeluo Ju had just comprehended a little of the secrets of a peerless master, and his cultivation was even more advanced than his. As a result, such a strong man was killed directly, without even the slightest chance of resistance.

If this sword was turned towards her, her fate would probably not be much better than Zhe Luoju's.

Of course, if that was all, Qu Jiuniang would just be shocked.

What shocked him even more was the audacity of these little kids.

With their limited strength, they dared to interrupt the battle of the Grandmaster of the outer scene, and even took advantage of the crying old man's unpreparedness to slash him with a sword.

In this matter, Qu Jiuniang asked herself with her conscience, even if she had the ability, would she dare to do it?
And there is obviously only one answer -

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Therefore, when Qu Jiuniang looked at the mysterious Wuhe, she made a judgment that she would never regret.

"If this Wu He is not the reincarnation of a powerful being, I will eat shit!"

"We must pull this guy into the fairyland."

"And this little monk..."

After a while of mumbling, Qu Jiuniang wanted to watch again.

But when using supernatural powers, one could only see bursts of white light.

It was as if something was blocking her view, preventing her from seeing what was happening over there.

Seeing this, Qu Jiuniang understood what was happening and couldn't help but curl her lips slightly.

"You didn't even let me take a look. What a stingy guy..."

……

At this time, the view returns to Guimi Wuhe and others...

The sword strike just now was very satisfying.

But the corresponding price is naturally not small.

At the scene, everyone except Guimi Wuhe lay down.

The mysterious Wu He was also slightly out of breath.

"Qi Zhengyan" turned into a piece of paper on the spot and floated on the ground.

Obviously everyone consumed a lot of energy.

but……

"what--"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no expression on their faces except smiles.

Even Qi Zhengyan, who was not here, felt the same. A rare laugh was heard in the usually quiet courtyard.

The idea of ​​fighting with outdoor masters was planted in their hearts as early as when they were in Dorcha's mission world and saw the mysterious Wuhe fighting with Dorcha.

They don't want to be a burden when they encounter a strong enemy again, and they have to keep fleeing backwards and be unable to do anything.

However, they are very aware of the difference in strength between them, and they know that they are not the mysterious Wuhe.

He did not do anything to humiliate himself, he just practiced silently.

First, we need to know how excited they were when they learned about the Seven Swords Combined Power, and how hard they practiced in secret.

Even Qingjing, who had been learning sword skills, started practicing sword skills silently.

And now that this sword has truly demonstrated the results of practice, everyone's heart is filled with uncontrollable excitement.

At this moment, the joy in everyone's hearts could not even be interrupted by the roaring resentful souls in the sky.

At this time, the resentful ghosts in the sky gathered above the six people's heads and turned into a hideous and terrifying face.

The face looks somewhat similar to that of the crying old man.

The moment the ghost face appeared, a deafening scream was heard.

He roared towards the six people below, but they showed no fear at all.

I did it all the first time.

What's the harm in doing it again?
A magic bean entered his stomach, and once again seven figures jumped up from the ground. Sword lights flew into the sky, and the ghost shadows in the sky were chopped into pieces in an instant.

The angry roar shook the whole area.

The crying old man was surrounded by dark fog. Looking at the huge resentful ghost being destroyed again in the sky, he was almost going crazy.

When did he cry that the dignity of an old man could be trampled on by these guys at will? !

First he was a disciple, then he became a disciple.

Then, this group of juniors from various sects who hadn't even arrived at the location dared to attack him, and they actually succeeded.

It would have been fine if he succeeded, but when he turned around to take revenge, he was stopped and unable to take any action.

He is angry, he hates, he resents!!!

The mixed emotions in his heart turned into monstrous evil spirits that continuously poured out from the crying old man's chest.

It was like the River Styx opening up in the sky, and even someone as strong as Xuan Bei couldn't help but retreat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crying old man wanted to command the wailing ghosts in the sky to attack the young people on the ground again.

But Xuan Bei, who had been dominating the direction of the battle since the previous incident, would never let him succeed.

The endless Buddha's light turned into a huge bell. The sound of the bell was so loud that the old man could not move for a while.

Xuan Bei took advantage of this opportunity and a huge statue a hundred feet tall rose up behind him, which suddenly slapped the old man into the depths of the sea of ​​death.

The Buddha's light above the sky pulled the ghost shadows, and the storm of war continued to move towards the interior of the vast sea of ​​death.

No matter how the ghost in the sky screamed, nothing changed.

He could only be pulled further and further away in the battle, and finally out of the sight of the younger generations below.

"Damn it! I'll remember you! The ancestor will remember you!!"

……

Landing again, exhausted again, the members of the Samsara team looked at each other again. No one present really cared about the crying old man's angry roar. They stood up from the ground, feeling refreshed and really comfortable.

A wonderful spiritual energy rushed from the brain to the chest, and then broke through the heart.

Even Qi Xia, who had a relatively low level of cultivation and had just reached a bottleneck, broke through on the spot.

The other people also felt the energy of opening the new acupoints, and were one step closer to opening all nine acupoints.

The same goes for Meng Qi. As long as he recovers fully this time, he should be able to break through to the awakening stage.

Several people around stood up from the ground and discussed their gains with each other with great interest.

There are stars in everyone's eyes.

I wish I could sit cross-legged here and practice.

But this is the Quicksand Collection, with rushing quicksand everywhere.

If I practice in seclusion here, I will probably be buried two meters deep in the ground when I wake up.

So everyone decided to go to the first store in Hanhai first, and then talk about the others.

Meng Qi also voted in favor of this.

His junior brother Zhenhui is most likely still in the first family in Hanhai.

Whatever the reason, he had to go.

Everyone had rushed to the Western Regions in the past few days, and had not been to the First House in the Vast Sea, so naturally Meng Qi had to show the way.

Meng Qi readily agreed to this.

but……

"Hey, Xiao Meng, why are you still lying there? We should go first to Hanhai First."

In response, Meng Qi, whose belly was swollen like a pregnant woman, said: "..."

"Help me, I ate too many Senzu beans, my stomach is too bloated, I can't get up at all..."

At this moment, Meng Qi's face turned as dark as liver, and he looked embarrassed.

Twisting my body, I really wanted to bury myself in the quicksand on the ground.

Seeing Meng Qi's look, everyone around him was stunned for a moment, but then they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Qingjing in particular had been the one being laughed at all along the way, and now it was finally someone else's turn. Looking at him, he looked as if he wanted to make up for all that he had owed all at once.

In response to this, Meng Qi: "..."

"Enough!"

Complaining helplessly in his heart, Meng Qi stood up from the ground with the help of everyone, and slowly practiced his internal energy to solve the negative effects of eating too many magic beans, which caused some of the essence in his body to not be discharged in time and accumulate in his body, causing him to have difficulty in moving.

After a moment, he let out a breath and opened his eyes.

Previously, because his attention was affected by many factors, mostly focused on the enemy or other things, Meng Qi did not pay much attention to the clothes of the people around him.

But now I calm down and face the sun.

Only then did he see clearly what the people were wearing.

Looking at the five people in front of him wearing white clothes, with their lapels fluttering in the breeze and appearing elegant and kind under the sunlight, Meng Qi looked down at his bare upper body and the gray trouser legs on his lower body, and fell into deep thought.

"Didn't we say we can't wear white clothes in the desert?"

……

(End of this chapter)