There is a fairy world in my house

Chapter 464
The huge roar not only frightened the two perfectionists of the saint race rushing forward, but also awakened many strong men of the saint race.

But Zhang Qing didn't panic at all, his soul-stirring roar was the supernatural power of the Supreme Immortal Court, and no one in this world could resist it.

Even the so-called perfect person couldn't help but stagnate for such a moment amidst the shocking roar.

Afterwards, Zhang Qing punched the body of a perfect person, and huge power surged in instantly, causing fatal damage to him.

Then, he swung a sword, the terrifying power contained the breath of death, and directly cut off the arms of a perfect person, causing him to scream in pain.

I don't know how many years, these perfect saints have forgotten the injury and pain, but at this moment, Zhang Qing reminded them of this unpleasant feeling again.

"Damn!"

The Perfect Man whose arms had been cut off roared angrily, wanting to use his own strength to complete the repair and re-grow the broken arms.

But to his surprise and despair, near the wounds of his arms, there was a terrifying breath of death circulating, which completely hindered his thoughts of recovering his arms.

"Roar!"

The perfect man was furious in his heart, completely disregarding the situation at the moment, and opened his mouth to spit out a huge breath of energy, which smashed his shoulders and completely shattered the place where the broken arm was broken.

Then, he let out an angry snort, a pair of golden arms popped out from his bloody body, and quickly grabbed Zhang Qing, the god-man.

"Hey!"

The god-man Zhang Qing sneered in his heart, turned around and swung his sword again.

The perfect person was afraid in his heart, he didn't dare to be hit by the sword again, so he could not help but retreat two steps.

But the moment he stepped back, Zhang Qing's figure pierced into the sky like a stream of light, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Damn!"

The assailant fled because of his own retreat, and the perfect person of the saint clan was very angry.

He really wanted to reprimand his companion and ask him why he didn't join him in capturing him.

But when he looked back, he found another perfect person lying on the ground with a paper-like complexion, as if he was about to die.

"how come!"

Seeing this scene, the perfect person was extremely shocked. His original complaints dissipated in an instant, and he immediately ran to his companion to check his situation carefully.

So he discovered that inside the body of his companion, there was an extremely terrifying breath of death firmly attached to it.

This is from the same source as the death energy attached to his severed arm before, but its quality and quantity far exceed it.

He immediately understood that the main target of the murderer was his companion, and he was only injured by the aftermath?

"Come on!"

The perfect person immediately shouted, calling the strong saints who were attracted, "Go and send him to the ancestral land to recover!"

Then he glanced at a clansman who was acting as a bait on the bed in the house. At this moment, he was already bleeding from all seven orifices, and his whole body was turned into a fleshy paste.

"Damn bastard."

The perfect person took a deep breath, and swore in his heart that he would definitely let the perpetrator experience the most painful torture in the world.

"Who is this guy? Why do you want to do something to the perfect person of my saint race?"

The perfect person looked at the dark sky, guessing in his heart whether some enemies of the saint clan would be what they did.

But after thinking about it carefully, I found that the enemies of the saint clan were flying all over the sky, and there were many guys who wanted to attack the saint clan. It was really not ordinary difficult to find the murderer among them.

"Damn!"

The Perfect One yelled again.

In so many years, this was the first time he felt so aggrieved.

At this time, a master of the Saint race came flying from a distance and reported to the perfect person: "My lord, news from the Human race..."

"roll!"

The Perfect One roared angrily, kicking the other party away.

Now that the perfect people of the saint race have been killed and one wounded, why are they in the mood to care about the affairs of other races.

Terran?What is the human race!
A mere low-level race that does not even have a single perfect person is not qualified to appear here at all.

Of course, this perfect person is also very clear that there are indeed important things on the human race, such as the similar exercises of the Holy Man's Bible.

But now is not the time to worry about this matter. One death and one injury for a perfect person would be a disaster for the Saint Race.

The practice is that it may pose a threat to the saints in the future, and it is only possible.

But now, it is the saints who have a fatal disaster.

One death and one injury of the perfect person means that the combat power of the saint clan has been directly reduced by one-third.

Once this news is leaked, it is very likely that some original hostile races will attack the Saints.

Under such circumstances, what energy does the perfect person have to take care of the affairs of the human race.

Therefore, it is because of such things that the saint race is silent about the human race.

And Zhang Qing, who is the main body, began to go all out to carry out the final cultivation of converging spirits.

The so-called Huishen refers to the gathering of spirits.

This point overlaps with some of the theories of Supreme Immortal Court.

Without the foundation of previous body training, without the bells and whistles of gathering spirits and recruiting soldiers, Huishen is simple, plain and simple, but it is the most important stage.

Huishen is a stage to comprehensively enhance the existing strength, but it is also the most difficult stage to improve.

If the first three stages have not all reached the limit level, Huishen will not be able to reach the limit.

"What Huishen needs to consume is a lot of time, as well as demanding energy and patience."

Zhang Qing was thinking about the information about Huishen stage that Yuan Xinyan gave him, and he knew that he probably didn't have time to cultivate this Huishen to the limit state.

And even if he had time, it would be difficult for him to improve as fast as before at the Huishen stage.

He was able to raise the soldiers to the limit within half a year, but it shocked many people.

It's a pity that the original legacy has been exhausted, and the growth of the soul is much more difficult.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes and meditated. His current level has reached level 62, and it is difficult to make progress, so he considered whether he should try to ascend through the tribulation first.

After all, isn't that the original plan?
The Great Wilderness Human Race is more of his back road.

But speaking of the Great Wilderness Human Race, Zhang Qing has been paying attention to their movements these days.

The Internet is the most heated anti-Yingtian, and there are already people who feel an inexplicable call when they are practicing Shenzangjue. Obviously, they are not weak and strong, and they have reached the critical point of ascension.

However, this also caused a lot of people to panic, worrying that Shenzangjue was some kind of trap, and the feeling of summoning was going to attack them.

"If it's really a trap, can you still find it?"

Zhang Qing scoffed at this, but he was not worried.

As more and more people cultivate, there will always be people who can't bear it and try to ascend.

And he is going to be the first person to ascend from the tribulation, to set an example for them.

Whether it is success or failure.

(End of this chapter)