Super NPC system

Chapter 229 Chasing and Killing
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The avatar clapped his hands suddenly, and said with a sneer, "What a "Dayan Sword Art", it's really powerful--it's a pity to die like this--"

"Boy, you and I have no grievances in the past, and we have no vendettas in recent days. Do you want to get into a life-and-death situation with me! I voluntarily admit defeat and admit my mistakes, and compensate you. I will never provoke your Mu family again in the future. Let this matter be over—— How—" Yankong said submissively.

It is really not easy for him to cultivate to this level, and he is greedy for life and afraid of death by nature, even if he can kill three people including Incarnation and Wuming today, he will definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of Mu Qingcheng himself——

"I'm a person who will take revenge, and I only complain. You shouldn't come to stand up for the Zhao family today—" the avatar said coldly.

Master Yankong trembled angrily.

"Da Yan Wan Jian Jue"——" Master Yan Kong stimulated a burst of energy and shot it into the flying sword, pointing at the avatar and shouted angrily.

shhhhhhhhhh!
One flying sword turns into two, two turns into four, four turns into eight, eight turns into sixteen... In an instant, a total of [-] flying swords were transformed, hanging in the air, the sword energy shot out, the sword intent was light and cold, bursts of swords The sound of humming came out.

Wuming stood up and shook his body slightly. "Phantom" - 666 phantoms were split in an instant, and the phantoms were used to confront Wanjian.

"I'll come, I'll come, the old Taoist is the best at gang fights—" the old Taoist exclaimed excitedly, reaching for his body and grabbing a long strip of yellow cloth from nowhere, it was his Super giant 'magic'.

"Wan Jian kills in anger, go—" Master Yankong shouted.

"Phantom, go—" Wuming said indifferently, and 666 phantoms rushed out facing the ten thousand flying swords.

The old Taoist smiled excitedly, and waved the 'talisman' in his hand.

"Go—" The talisman twisted like a snake, dancing in the air, and swept away all the flying swords it encountered.

The avatar held the "Fire Dragon Slaying Ghost Knife", slashed fiercely on the ground in front of him, and shouted: "Earth!"crack!cut--

bang bang bang—

The ground suddenly cracked two huge cracks and spread out, and the sword energy knocked the flying sword that it touched, and hit the real person Yankong.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The nameless 666 phantoms are very flexible, like 666 different independent living entities. After breaking one flying sword, they immediately rushed towards the second flying sword.

Daoist Yankong is very anxious. Although the cultivation base of these three people is not as good as him, they are really powerful and fully capable of leapfrog challenges. Except for the slightly weaker ghost, the other two monks are fighting against themselves alone. Also very difficult.

"Boy, I won't play with you anymore—" Master Yankong felt chills in his heart, while the three of them were cracking Wanjian.Run away in a hurry.

The real person Yankong's body gradually fades and melts into the void. This is the ability of the cultivator who transforms the spirit. He can transform his body into the void and escape. In the process of making one's breath and the void merge into one, if it is not for a master whose realm is too high, it would be very difficult to find the escape track of the monk of the virtual world.

"Fuck—" the avatar cursed.

"Don't let that old thing get away—" Seeing that Wan Jian was broken, Hua shouted impatiently.

"Hmph—want to escape in front of the old man—" Wuming snorted coldly, pointed in one direction, and said, "Here, Qingcheng boy, fake Taoist priest, let's chase—"

"Wahhaha, this monk is just a deity. He still can't integrate his own breath with the void, and the cultivation method is not very clever. If you want to distinguish his traces, you can still do it—" The old Taoist smiled , Excitedly followed behind to chase and kill the real Yankong.

Before the avatar left, he pointed at the Zhao family and released some black air to trap them.

"I'll take care of you when I come back—Qing Pi—" the avatar shouted.

"Master—" the green skin ghost immediately appeared, and respectfully said to the avatar.

"Take care of Tianfengfu City, and don't allow members of the Zhao family to leave alone. In addition, if you find anyone who dares to harm the Mu family, you will be killed without mercy-this is the ghost pearl that I condensed. If you encounter a situation that you can't handle , crush this bead, and I will know—" After the avatar finished speaking, he took out a pitch-black round bead and handed it to the green skin ghost.

"Yes, master—" the green skin ghost respectfully responded, turned into green smoke and dissipated, and went to do the things the avatar had entrusted to him.

"Humph—" the avatar turned into a wisp of black energy, and followed behind the two Wuming people, chasing and killing the real Yankong.Three of my own masters of transforming spirits can let a cultivator of transforming spirits with ordinary aptitude and ordinary skills escape, that would be really embarrassing to throw at grandma's house.

Master Yankong was extremely fast, taking advantage of the skill of the three of them to crack Wanjian, they had already escaped thousands of miles away.

It's a pity that he is fast, there are still people faster than him, and there are still two.

"It's pretty fast—" the old Taoist said with a playful smile.

Wuming stood aside and glanced at Master Yankong lightly, almost letting the monk run away, and completely humiliated in front of Qingcheng kid.

Daoist Yankong paused, hanging in the void.

"Two fellow daoists, this matter was originally a misunderstanding. I was also deceived by a villain. Why should I persist so hard? If you don't let me go, I will definitely repay the two of you in the future. If you and I don't talk about it, then An incarnation monk doesn't know either—" Yankong said to the two unknown people, he felt that there was only a conflict with Mu Qingcheng, maybe these two people would let him go!Maybe.

After Master Yankong finished speaking, he saw the old Taoist standing there smiling strangely.

Wuming glanced at Master Yankong indifferently, and said with some playfulness: "Hahaha, this matter has nothing to do with the old man and this old Taoist priest, but it is about letting you go! Why don't you and the man behind you Discuss with the boy, if the boy agrees, the old man and I will let you go immediately—”

What Wuming said made Yankong's hair turn cold, and he turned his head to look. Who is the dark figure behind him, if it's not an incarnation?
"Hey hey hey-"

The avatar stood in the void behind, blocking the way back.

He sneered and said: "Good idea! Good idea, you actually want to play tricks behind Lao Tzu's back—if the two of them let you go today, wouldn't you mock me for being blind? You made friends by mistake?"

Master Yankong looked towards Wuming.

Wuming smiled and said: "It seems that it can't be done! However, this old man has another method. If you can defeat the three of us, who can stop you—"

The avatar originally thought that at this time, the real Yankong would fight their old life with them, and even before they died, they would drag them into the water, and they were all ready to do it at any time.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Suddenly, Master Yankong looked up to the sky and burst out laughing, the laughter was sad and mournful.However, none of these could impress Mu Qingcheng.

"I am old enough to be pitied by the heavens. I was fortunate enough to be exposed to the journey of cultivating immortals. I walked carefully and alone in the world of monks. After more than a thousand years of painstaking practice, I have cultivated to the current state by some chance. I don't want to be here today because of a momentary mistake. Great disaster, leading to fall and perish."

"This is life! God let me live for more than 1000 years, I hate it! Why didn't I cherish the gift of God, and forced myself to stand up for others—"

Reverend Yankong raised his head to the sky and lamented loudly, tears pouring down his face.

(End of this chapter)