Great fusion of the heavens

Chapter 20 Demon Race (for collection, recommendation)
"Hey! Mission released!"

"Obtain the God Punishment Map!"

"Mission Reward: Supreme Demon Physique!"

"Failure penalty: kill the player!"

Wen Peng shuddered suddenly.

Kill the player!

This damn punishment can be described as extremely awesome.

"Is it a picture of killing gods?"

Lingjian Mountain.

In the territory of Spirit Sword Sect, this mountain can be regarded as the center.

At the same time, it is also the only big mountain in Spirit Sword Valley.

At this time, on the Spirit Sword Mountain, there were nearly ten thousand disciples standing there, their eyes guarded, they didn't know what they were cautious about.

However, anyone with a bit of strength can tell that the outer disciples in the entire Lingjian Mountain, the one with the lowest cultivation level, all have the realm of the first level of Xuanshi.

All the disciples of the Profound Master Realm are inside.

The entire Lingjian Mountain was covered with water, and the mysterious beasts inside were also hunted and killed by them.

"Huh? Who is that?"

An outer disciple of the first level of a profound master watched the two figures slowly approaching, and couldn't help asking doubts.

"The disciples below the level of the Profound Master have all been blasted away by the Spirit Sword Sect. Why are these two guys here?"

The disciple stared, what a fellow!
Wen Peng!

"It turned out to be Wen Peng!"

That disciple exclaimed, and beside him were seven or eight disciples in the realm of profound masters, and a look of almost madness suddenly burst out in their eyes.

boom!
The figure of a disciple suddenly flew out!

"Hahaha! Fifth rank martial art! Fourth rank profound weapon! Mine! It's mine now! Haha!"

The man leaped madly in front of Wen Peng.

The profound energy around him surged out, condensed into an extremely sharp beam of light at the fingertips, and rushed towards Wenpeng!
Wen Peng's eyes moved.

He raised the Thousand Jun Sword in his hand.

With a slash of the sword, the sword energy of the lore-killing sword suddenly swept out of Qianjun's body, tearing the beam of light instantly!
Destroy Kuku Laxiu in general.

"what?"

boom!
The sword is full of air.

The man was cut in half, blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground, and the other disciples looked at the corpse on the ground and swallowed a breath of air.

Wen Peng stepped forward and said coldly, "Is there anyone else?"

"If there is no one, I will go up."

Yuzu giggled and said, "We're going up!"

Several Xuanshi disciples looked at each other, and then blocked Wen Peng's body one after another.

A disciple said solemnly: "Wen Peng, this is not the place for you to come, get out!"

"It's just the garbage of the eight layers of Xuan Zhe. If we didn't have a mission, do you think you can still stand here?"

Wen Peng made a move just now.

No one could see his realm clearly, so they all thought that Wen Peng was still at the eighth level of the former Xuan Zhe.

Wen Peng's eyes moved, and he said, "You say I'm trash?"

The disciple who spoke frowned, and said, "It's just the eighth level of the profound practitioner, what is it if it's not rubbish?"

"Did you say so?"

The speaker turned to the people behind him, and said with complacency.

"That's right! It's only the eighth level of profound practitioners! If it's not rubbish, what is it?"

"It's not even as good as rubbish! He dares to participate in the inner sect disciple assessment with such a low level of cultivation. Is he out of his mind? Hahaha!"

"It must be out of my mind! Otherwise, how could I offend the Spirit Sword Sect? Hahaha!"

A trace of anger flashed across Yuzu's face, she took a step forward, clenched her fists tightly, and said angrily, "You are not allowed to talk about Brother Wenpeng! Brother Wenpeng is much stronger than you!"

The leading disciple sneered: "Better than us? Will a piece of trash with eight layers of profound practitioners be better than us? Hahaha!"

"Little sister, if we didn't have a mission and couldn't leave, do you think he would be able to stand here?"

Just now that person was fascinated by the reward of the Spirit Sword Sect, and Wen Peng made a quick move, but it doesn't mean they will too!
"You let him take a step forward to have a look?"

"Hahaha!"

Wen Peng lowered his head.

In front of those disciples, there was a faint aura of profound strength. Wen Peng followed this aura and looked. This belt of profound strength actually surrounded the entire Lingjian Mountain.

Their task is to guard here and not go out of bounds.

At the same time, no one is allowed to enter the boundary.

Those people showed sarcasm and sneered, "What? Did you see it?"

"Come in if you have the ability? My uncle will let you know if you come in, are you trash! Are you trash! Hahaha!"

Wen Peng looked at the profound energy belt, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.

"Since you are looking for death yourself, you can't blame me."

With a movement of footsteps, he stepped into the belt of profound energy.

A trace of killing intent flashed in the eyes of those people, and the leader shouted: "Kill!"

Mysterious energy is surging!

These people are all in the realm of profound masters, Yuzu showed a nervous look on her face, and said with concern: "Brother Wenpeng."

Wen Peng said, "It's just a few small miscellaneous fish, it's fine."

The leader showed a stern look on his face, and shouted, "You're courting death!"

Boxing martial arts, palm martial arts, four or five people moved together at this moment, and the whole thing went to Wenpeng!
The wind is grinning!

Wen Peng sneered, and said, "A trash fish is a trash fish, no matter how many there are, it's still a trash fish!"

Move your body, move your mind, move your sword!

"The lore sword!"

Waves of lore-killing sword energy burst out from the Qianjun Sword in Wen Peng's hand, like a tiger, like a dragon, unstoppable!
Boom boom boom!
Sword Qi crushing!

For those who use boxing techniques, both fists will be abolished!
Those who use the palm technique will have both palms disabled!
No matter what the move was, it was broken by Wen Peng in an instant.

This is just a sword energy.

It's not the sword move, the sword style of the lore sword.

Everyone spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and looked at their bloody palms, showing disbelief one by one.

"How, how is this possible?"

Wen Peng said: "Nothing is impossible."

Resurrection.

"Hey! Congratulations to player Wenpeng for killing him!"

These few people are all in the realm of profound masters, and they can bring Wen Peng a lot of experience income.

"Yuzi, go up the mountain."

Youzi nodded, jumped to Wenpeng's side, and said, "Okay, okay!"

Standing inside the profound force belt, Wen Peng felt a strange force floating in the air.

This is not profound strength.

Wen Peng looked at the mountain. This mountain was the place where Yang Kuang said that Yang Yue was buried.

The magic cave is also in it.

"Could it be that they are playing this devil's den?"

Wen Peng thought about this in his heart, and his body also quickly walked up the mountain.

"This power seems to be eroding the profound power in my body. Nima, why are there so many people here? Is it to dilute the special power here?"

In the case of a person, this force will drill into the person's body.

If there is no one, all the special forces will gather together, and in that case, this force will definitely be exposed to the public!
"Xuanshi has more than nine thousand disciples from the outer sect, plus a thousand disciples from the inner sect. My dear, what kind of power is it that requires 1 people to dilute it for him?"

Yuzu grabbed the air with her small palm, raised her face and said, "Brother Wenpeng! The air is filled with magical power!"

"The power of the demon race!"

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