Monks

Chapter 380 Five Threats to Kill

This didn't come for a while, but Bukong strongly blocked it, and stood alone in front of the muzzle, absolutely not allowed to fire. 26nbsp;The 'fuck' gunfighter looked back at Zhang Ai with a blank expression, meaning that he was your own person, I don't care how you want to solve it.

Zhang was afraid that it was very embarrassing, the power of the ten-direction formation was horrific, if the four cannonballs went down, there would be countless casualties.But the current situation is like a tiger riding a tiger. Threatening to clear the door with cannons will not turn in anyone.Gaze across the crowd, the masters who came to help were all expressionless, as if the imminent killing had nothing to do with them; but the girls showed concern and sighed: "Wait a minute." In the middle, the master of Chongqing Gate calmly said: "Years ago, the Ninghe River flooded the country, and the people died and injured without counting. There were more than 23 dead, more than 33 injured, and more than 170 million homeless people. There are more than 140 houses, and [-] six villages and towns have disappeared, all of which are thanks to the three people of the Sancai Sword Formation, so I will kill these three people!"

Looking sideways at the Lingli Cannon, he turned around and continued, "If you bombard me with this cannon, I will treat it as if nothing happened. Looking at the world, the number of people who want to kill me is too many to count, and it's not bad for you to clear the door alone; don't say it." Others, even the eleven masters who are helping me now were still chasing and killing me crazily a month ago. They killed me for a long time, but if they failed, I discussed with them, and I gave them the Wannian herbal medicine, so that They helped me clear the door and kill people."

The voice was not high, and it spread softly throughout the audience, but everyone heard different thoughts in their ears, and the voice continued: "I killed one of the three bastards in the Heaven, Earth, Human and Three Talents Sword Formation that day, and ran away two. People, I am here to clear the door to ask for someone, if you don't give it, well, I will exchange their heads with ten thousand-year-old herbs. No matter who they are, as long as I see their corpses, I will pay you ten thousand. Ten thousand years of grass 'medicine' to thank each person, ten thousand years of grass 'medicine'."

One word startled thousands of waves, and now there are as many cultivators as cow hair. In order to improve their cultivation, they are searching for elixir and elixir everywhere. Except for a few forbidden places, even hundred-year-old herbs are not common in ordinary mountains and fields. What's more, Wannian herbal medicine?And the lunatic in front of him offered a reward of ten ten thousand-year-old herbal medicines just for a group of ordinary people who had died and had nothing to do with him. A lunatic, definitely a lunatic, is a ten-year-old herbal medicine, and It is ten plants.

The disciples of the Qing sect were a little restless, no wonder more than a dozen Nascent Soul masters were willing to damage their cultivation bases and set up formations, and they could get ten thousand years of herbal medicine. What is more than ten years of cultivation bases? The 24 star secretly regretted standing in the wrong team, the complexions of the three elders of the Qingmen changed again and again, their cultivation had reached the peak, and they could not advance after many years of hard work, if there were ten thousand years of herbs for alchemy, even if there was only one plant... …

Zhang Ai was still talking: "The spiritual power cannon is powerful, and the ten-direction formation is powerful. I don't know what the Qingmen will look like under one shot. The heavens have the virtue of good life, and I really don't want to increase the killing in vain. I also ask the seniors to make a decision after careful consideration." Looking past the people of Qingmen, looking at the brick and tile houses behind them, he finally said: "If I can't break the eight trigrams formation today and return without success, I will It spreads all over the world, if anyone kills the villains of the Qing sect for me, I will thank him with ten thousand-year-old herbs!"

Thank you with ten ten thousand years herbal medicine!A few faint words resounded in the ears of the disciples of the Qing sect.The temptation of ten thousand-year-old herbs is a good thing for practitioners in the world, but it is definitely a disaster for Qingmen.The yin and yang fish above Qingmen Town are still there, and the power of the gossip formation remains undiminished, but the whole family has collectively lost their fighting spirit. The temptation of ten thousand-year-old herbs is enough to lure monks from all over the world to flatten the entire Qingmen.No matter how arrogant they are, they dare not become enemies with the monks in the world.

After this statement, the world was silent for a moment.For a long time, Qingliu said in a shy voice: "How about..." He was tongue-tied and only uttered two words.The eyes of the other two elders of the Qingmen were flickering, and there was only one thought in their minds: No matter what, the Qingmen should not be destroyed by their own hands!

Jin Wujin Liu looked at each other and sighed secretly. The two troublemakers of the Qing family were dead, but what about the Jin family?Is it necessary to change the strategy?Isn't it a little thoughtless to be an enemy of a lunatic who smashes people at random with treasures?

Many people stood silently, the four spiritual power cannons shone coldly, aiming at Qingmen, there were many weak figures blocking in front of them, dozens of top masters were expressionless, only dancing in the breeze, blowing past the crowd.This piece of wind blows over mountains and rivers, across the world, over night and day, over winter, summer, spring and autumn, and when it blows over the front of everyone, it becomes chilling and stern.

After a long time, the leader of the three elders of the Qing Clan said: "Forget it, we lost this battle." As long as the foundation of the Qing Clan is still there, we can afford to lose!

Qingliu breathed a sigh of relief, and gave some instructions in a low voice. Not long after, more than ten Nascent Soul middle-level and above masters escorted the two of them.Qingliu stepped forward, personally dispelled the two Yuanyings, destroyed the magic power of the dantian, and with a flick of his sleeves, sent them to Zhang Ai, and said in a loud voice: "You two have committed a heinous killing, and I will clean up the sect on behalf of you." The master took back the teacher's door to teach the exercises, and expelled you two to go out, in the future..." Thinking that they have no future, he sighed and retreated without saying a word.

The faces of these two people were ashen, knowing that they could not escape death, they still acted like men, standing with their heads held high, and shouted at Zhang Afraid: "Hurry up and do it." The two ran to Jin's house, but they were indeed not clearing the door.After Lingli bombarded Zhang Fear, the two of them got the news and thought they were all right, so they came back again.But I didn't expect to encounter such a catastrophe after only two days after returning.

Zhang Fear hated these two people very much. He didn't like those who put others to death out of self-interest, so he pulled out a huge hard iron knife, held it with both hands, and slashed down, splitting one of them in half vertically from the top of his head to his crotch , but the bad breath in his heart didn't dissipate. If anyone was hunted down every day, he would want to vent his anger, so he turned to chopping and slashing horizontally.Looking at that person again, it has become a large piece of meat scattered on the ground.

I've seen murderers, but I haven't seen such murderers, who cut people into pieces?Bukong chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, a soft golden light floated in front of the girls to block their sight, and shouted at Zhang Ai: "Duh."

After beheading one person, Zhang was afraid to stand upright with his knife upright, his head tilted slightly, and he looked at the flesh and blood on the ground expressionlessly, wondering what he was thinking.

The faces of the people of the Qing sect became extremely ugly. To kill a disciple in front of them like this is tantamount to a slap in the face, and the beating is merciless. Zhang is afraid.

There was only one person left, looking at Zhang was like seeing a ghost, trembling all over his body and shouting, "Kill me, kill me quickly!"

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the fantasy of death and the unknown after death.

Zhang Ai looked up at him, swiped his backhand across his neck, bloody arrows soared into the sky, shot high, a huge head flew more than a hundred meters across and fell into the dust, and his body fell to the ground.