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Chapter 141 Crisis
"collapse!"

"collapse!"

"collapse!"

The huge blood man punched the ground several times with both hands, leaving a deep pit of several feet, and the aftermath continued to spread out. Carrying the aftermath on A's shoulders, it was oscillating continuously, flickering and dimming for several times before stabilizing, but the bright golden light dish was quite dimmer.

This is just the power of the aftermath, if it is hit by that huge fist, it is afraid that it will directly crush and penetrate the golden armor, and it is probably difficult for the Nascent Soul's body to hold it.

Zhang Zhen controlled the blood man without any disadvantages. With one punch and one step, the underground palace trembled like the power of the destruction of heaven and earth. There were even a lot of falling rocks rolling down and falling down, making loud noises.

"drink!"

Zhang Zhen roared loudly, opened his arms wide, and countless blood lines emerged from his fingers, twisting and twisting in the air, interweaving each other, and quickly attacked all the monks.

Yun Chuan waved his sword, and the sword energy shot out, cutting off a lot of blood lines on the path, but it was still useless. The blood lines came overwhelmingly, no matter how much they disappeared, there would be more blood lines coming from there immediately. The gap is filled.

The same goes for other monks.

Even though martial arts and techniques emerged endlessly, they still couldn't stop the bloodline from clinging to the body. After a while, everyone's limbs were tied up and suspended in the air. Falling to the ground, everyone was like tender meat on a chopping board, no matter how hard they struggled, it was difficult to get rid of this bondage.

"You can't waste this flesh and blood, it's also a great tonic that can nourish the spirit of the ancestors." Zhang Zhen laughed, and several extremely thick blood vessels stretched out, ignoring the golden armor, and directly inserted into the body of a monk. One of the long and huge blood vessels goes out from the Tianling Gai, one directly enters from the mouth and goes down the esophagus, and the other pierces through the chest and enters from the heart.

"Ah!!!" Such a violent and bloody insertion made the monk scream in pain, and because a blood vessel was inserted into his mouth, he was unable to utter other words, so he could only twist his body and struggle to his death, but it didn't work at all. As the blood vessels penetrated into the body and continuously absorbed, within a few breaths, the cultivator changed from a young man whose life was in full glory to an old man who was dying.

The originally clean and lubricated skin continued to dry and sag, sticking to the human bones, the black and bright hair instantly turned into snow-white, the wrinkles on the face increased sharply, the whole body trembled, and the miserable wailing sound was much weaker May.

However, Zhang Zhen obviously wouldn't give up so easily, that huge blood vessel was still constantly squeezing the last bit of life force of this person.

After another few breaths, this monk continued to dissipate his blood and life span from the face of an old man, his flesh and blood gradually broke, and it could be seen that there was no flesh and blood on his body for a long time, and the screaming sound stopped abruptly. A skeleton appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, a dim golden light suddenly appeared in the skull's dantian, and a stream of light instantly pierced through the air, and walked through the air. Looking carefully, under the golden light was a petite baby's body.

This is the Nascent Soul hidden in the dantian by that monk!

A strong Nascent Soul, even if his physical body is destroyed, as long as his Nascent Soul survives, he can still linger for a period of time!
"Hmph, there is no body, only the Nascent Soul is left, and the power is gone. Even before, you were no match for the power of the ancestor. Don't you think that the body of the Nascent Soul, which can be destroyed easily, can escape in front of the ancestor? Is it?" Zhang Zhen sneered for a while, and the blood thread came out densely, even if the Nascent Soul was separated from the physical body very quickly, it could not reach the net of the blood thread, and soon the Nascent Soul was entangled and captured.

"No, no, don't destroy my Nascent Soul! I am willing to follow you, Patriarch, and be a slave for the rest of my life. I am willing to believe in the Lord of Demon Gods, and I am willing to swear an oath from the heart of heaven and earth, don't kill me!"

The monk's Nascent Soul's small mouth was slightly opened, and the immature voice was full of fear.No matter how bad he is now, and no matter what other people think of his actions, he is naturally a good genius who can reach the Nascent Soul Realm after less than a hundred years of cultivation, but at this time he will fall into the physical body and be destroyed. How can we not let him be afraid of begging for mercy when he dies immediately and does not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"Jie Jie Jie, if I had known this before, I would have used it as nourishment for my ancestor's soul." Zhang Zhenyin smiled coldly, and then he waved his fist and directly hit the little Nascent Soul with supreme strength.

"Do not!!!!"

There was a loud shout, and the giant fist smashed on the Nascent Soul without any resistance. The dark golden Nascent Soul shattered and exploded, and then turned into the purest and rich spiritual energy and was crushed by the bloodline. Absorb as much as possible.

Such a bloody and terrifying method completely exterminates a Nascent Soul cultivator, how can it not make other people feel terrified, and no matter how hard they struggle, they can't achieve any results. No matter who is next, they will not escape today. Jie, for a while, many monks panicked.

"Hmph, Dao heart is not firm, you go with him too." Zhang Zhen looked at the behavior of these people, and there were a few people who had locked on to the Dao heart and wavered. It is also difficult for evildoers to achieve anything on the road of cultivation, such a container is no longer suitable, just destroy it.

Soon, a few more monks were directly tortured and killed by Zhang Zhen under such bloody means.

There were not many monks left who were twisted, restrained and hung in the air by countless blood threads in an extremely strange posture, including Yun Chuan and Cheng Xiang.

Just like the attitude of constantly looking at and selecting the goods during the transaction, Zhang Zhen kept making comments to the rest of the people present.

"Well, Dao Xin is firm, no wonder you all have such talents. One is the owner of the rare mutated spiritual root ice root. The icy blood in this body should be fused with rare extremely cold things to temper the blood. Not bad."

"Hey, with this domineering aura, you are actually a member of the Holy Land of Junshan? You are worthy of the power of the Holy Land. Thousands of years have passed, but the Holy Land is still there, and with your bone age of more than 20, you can reach the Yuan Dynasty at a young age. The state of the post-infant stage, good, very good! This kind of talent is definitely a person with extraordinary talents."

"Jie Jie Jie, you don't need to say more about you kid, so many ways can be found in you, and there are things that the ancestors can't even see. Such a person with strong luck, wait? Are you the son of luck in this life?" Thinking of this, Zhang Zhen couldn't help being stunned, and was ecstatic in his heart.

Son of luck!
If this person is the son of luck, then after he seizes the house and grows up, he will definitely become the leader of the human race, and at that time, he will definitely spread the glory of my lord to the land of the human race!

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