The strongest starting system

Chapter 1139 I am the best at splitting
It is the most prosperous area in the city of worry-free, and there is Hellboy sitting in the inner city, even if a figure of the guardian level comes to the city again, he will not dare to make a mistake.

Zhao Wushuang sat on the bed and began to count the harvest.

He took out the soul-raising bottle, and from the outside, he could see that the spirits of Yaohua Langjun and the other three were still attacking wildly.

"It's useless. If you fight for two days and two nights, you won't be able to break open this container."

Zhao Wushuang's words were passed into the bottle, which shocked the souls of the three of them.

Yaohua Langjun was the first to scream, "Let me out quickly, you know who I am! If our Soul Eater Sect Master knows that you have done such a despicable and shameless thing, he will definitely tear you to pieces!"

Yan Luo raised his head and stared fixedly at the top, he knew that Zhao Wushuang was watching them outside.

"Young man, I advise you not to play with fire and set yourself on fire. I will give you a chance. If you can let this old man go, I won't argue with you anymore."

The two are the senior protectors of the Soul Devouring Sect and the Ghost King Sect respectively. In terms of status and status, they are second only to the Sect Master and others.

They didn't believe that Zhao Wushuang would take such a big risk to destroy their primordial spirit.

However, before they could respond to their threats, there was a sneer first.

Looking back, it was the weasel that had been lying in the corner.

"What are you? How dare you act presumptuously in front of my lord." The Yaohua lord furrowed his eyebrows and immediately scolded.

The weasel was not afraid, and glanced at him lazily; "Even the king is planted in this kid's hands, what kind of onion are you?"

Yaohua Langjun was furious. As one of the guardians of the Soul Eater Sect, he was ridiculed by a weasel.

"A mere weasel dares to be arrogant in front of this monster, who gave you the courage, if it was normal, this monster would have you..."

Yaohua Langjun didn't finish his sentence, because the weasel came to him in an instant, grinning his teeth and his eyes were red.

"Who do you call a weasel?"

The weasel's claws are very sharp, and they have already reached the neck of Lord Yaohualang. With a little effort, it can split the soul of Lord Yaohualang into two.

Yan Luo and the kind-hearted monk were horrified. Their primordial spirits were among the top, but they had no power to parry at the moving speed of this weasel.

What species is this weasel?
"Weasel, don't mess around in my place, or call an eagle to serve you?"

Zhao Wushuang's voice came again, and the weasel immediately shivered, withdrew its claws, stepped aside, and at the same time looked back with lingering fear.

The screams still filled the soul-raising bottle!Day and night, life goes on and on, never stops.They were all numb to hearing.

Yan Luo and the other three also stood up obediently and did not dare to make a fuss. When they first came in, they were extremely unwilling, but seeing that the few "colleagues" inside were very calm, they knew that the chance of escape was not great.

What was even more frightening was the soul of the woman who was tied to the cross. The soul level was also at the seventh heaven, and the continuous screaming was already commonplace.

After Jin Zhichen raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, he lowered his head, his hair loose, and drops of blood gathered into a small river.

The next moment, under the shining of a ray of pure light, the primordial spirit, which was on the verge of breaking apart, recovered again, and Jin Zhichen's broken face was put back together again.

The nightmare-like eagle flapped its wings and fell from the sky.

"Please... please kill me, let me... just die, I, I really can't take it anymore."

Jin Zhichen raised his head with all his strength, and the corner of his eye just touched the sharp beak of the eagle, and he tore off an eyeball abruptly, with bloody flesh sticking to it.

Even though it was the body of the primordial spirit, it still looked terrifying.

"Ah!!" Jin Zhichen screamed, and the carving of the eagle started again.

The others were all dumbfounded, Weasel and the others turned their heads away as if they didn't see it.

The newcomer who just came in was stunned. His heart, which had experienced the storm, suddenly started beating, and he became restless.

In such a scene, it is difficult for you to use past experience to convince yourself not to panic.

The hand of the kind-hearted monk holding the Buddhist beads trembled. He covered his palm with his sleeve robe and called out softly: "Almsgiver, you... you can do whatever you want the poor monk to do. The poor monk will never say no, isn't the benefactor Do you feel that these two people are heinous and sinful? The poor monk beheaded and killed these two people here on behalf of the benefactor, and his soul was completely wiped out, so as to accumulate a merit for the benefactor."

The kind-hearted monk threw out the Buddhist beads in his hand with lightning speed, and went straight to Yan Luo who was closest to him.

Yan Luo is not a vegetarian either, he has long been wary of the kind monk who is hard to distinguish between good and evil, and as expected, this guy came to a wave of coquettish operations to sell his teammates.

"Damn, I know that you, a bald donkey, are restless and kind. You actually want to claim credit for our heads. You are dreaming! Lord Demon Flower, let's kill him together to avoid long nights and dreams."

Yan Luo yelled, he held the middle of the crutch, no longer retaining his strength.Two thin wooden boards were removed from the bottom of the crutch, exposing the sharp steel blades inside.

"Okay!" Yaohua Langjun nodded and agreed. He also hated this kind of scumbag.

The kind-hearted monk didn't succeed in one blow, so he retreated quickly, chanting Amitabha again.

"The poor monk is dedicated to goodness, but he is dragged down by you two thieves. This is a sin."

"court death!"

Yan Luo and Yaohua Langjun launched an attack at the same time.

Suddenly there was a roar of wind above their heads, and a thick black shadow landed vertically, which startled the three of them and hurriedly evacuated in the opposite direction.

The black shadow was a pillar-shaped thing lying between them, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a silver needle.

The needle was covered with densely packed small holes, and each hole was like a black hole, which produced a great suction force. Even the three people standing at the far end were aware of it and did not dare to approach it.

"This is... the soul-killing needle." The well-informed Yan Luo suddenly shuddered, and involuntarily backed away extremely quickly, until he hit the edge of the soul-raising bottle.

Hearing these three words, the faces of Yaohua Langjun and the kind monk changed at the same time, and they made the same movements.

retreat.

The soul-fixing needle is a monster that exists in legends. It is said that the needles are big or small, and the big one is like the sea-fixing needle. It can pierce the sea surface and reach the bottom of the sea, sealing the soul of any giant monster.

The small Dinghun Needle cannot be ignored. If you accidentally hit the Dinghun Needle, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death.

The soul-fixing needle can freeze your soul, usually only for a short ten seconds, but it is these ten seconds that can make you fall from heaven to hell, because the densely packed holes on the needle can absorb the primordial spirit.

They all remembered that the Dinghun Needle was produced in the ghost town of Fengdu. It had already disappeared with the disappearance of the ghost town, and now it reappeared in the world.

Coupled with all the previous things, this kid is definitely not simple!
With this in mind, the kind-hearted monk took the opportunity to offer his loyalty again.

(End of this chapter)