Do not die

Meng Zhou's body was as light as a feather. He tapped his feet on the cliffs that were several meters apart and staggered like steps. Then he floated upward from the valley bottom with a drop of more than a kilometer.

There were monks patrolling the entrance of the valley, but they just glanced at Meng Zhou who came out and let him go.

Strict entry and easy exit, this is the rule of Nuanyun Valley.

But after leaving Nuanyun Valley and only walking more than ten miles, Meng Zhou felt someone peering at him.

Meng Zhou's heart moved. The direction he was walking in was exactly the way to Hongsong Ridge.

Thinking of the plan in his mind, Meng Zhou didn't want to cause any complications. He originally had to pass the mountain in front before changing direction, but he changed his route in advance and disappeared into the forest.

Because of the early turn, we need to cross a rugged and steep mountain without any path.

For Meng Zhou, this didn't cost him too much effort.

His figure was like a big light bird, flying quickly across the treetops and branches, his speed was no slower than speeding on the ground.

The only problem is that the journey is a bit far and detoured.

After spending more time climbing over the mountains, Meng Zhou was about to return to the planned route.

But just before he was about to leave the dense forest, his speed suddenly slowed down. He tapped his toes on the tree trunk and moved a few meters to the left.

"Click——"

A giant hammer suddenly shot up from the pile of dead leaves under the tree trunk that Meng Zhou had used to rely on, smashing the tree trunk that Meng Zhou had used to rely on to smash into pieces.

Amidst the flying wood chips all over the sky, five figures rushed out from the withered grass and shrubs below and from the cover of the dense branches beside them, and surrounded him.

Meng Zhou stood on another tree trunk not far away, looking at this scene coldly, feeling a strange fate.

Among these five people, he saw a familiar face.

The muscular man who stretched out his hand to recall the giant hammer was none other than Zheng Sheng, the head of Heshengtang whom he met at the Nuanyun Valley Market for the first time.

At that time, he regarded himself as a robbery cultivator and even sent him a business card to invite him.

Now it seems that this is somewhat of a sign of sympathy between similar people.

However, Meng Zhou had no such thoughts towards him.

On the contrary, I sighed in my heart, I have already avoided you once, but you insisted on taking the initiative to hit the gun, making it impossible for me to hide.

It seems that there is really retribution in this world.

Zheng Sheng and the others were all amused when they saw Meng Zhou standing stupidly on the tree trunk and looking at them coldly without making any unnecessary movements.

If looks could kill, why would anyone seek Taoism or cultivate immortality?

However, at this time, no one dared to take it lightly, maybe there was some trick hidden in it.

Therefore, the five people looked at each other, exchanged glances, each used their special skills, and launched attacks at the same time.

Meng Zhou, who was standing on the tree trunk, was forced to kill from all directions, making it impossible for him to escape.

The first person who felt something bad was Zheng Sheng. When his giant hammer hit the opponent's head, the figure that was alive, no different from a normal practitioner, and looked very real suddenly shattered like a bubble.

He was immediately horrified.

How could a living person turn into nothing?

You know, when this person came from a distance, he was all under their five pairs of eyes.

How did this person exchange the fake for the real without making them aware of it?

When exactly?

Did he fall before the tree trunk?

Or after dodging an attack?

Or earlier?

What's even worse is... is it really there?

This series of doubts was just a fleeting thought. When the giant hammer smashed the bubbles, he only had time to stand on end and shout in panic: "Be careful!"

But the next moment, he realized something from the horrified looks in other people's eyes.

He felt his head flying high, rolling and spinning in the air, and saw the headless body below that was falling to the ground, spurting blood.

Before his thoughts disappeared, the last thing he saw was three magic hands.

They quietly appeared behind the three people whose attention was drawn to them, and each of them played a talisman.

…

At the moment when everyone's attention was attracted by the phantom body he left behind, and the mood swings were the most intense, the two flying swords that Meng Zhou controlled at the same time quietly appeared behind the two strongest men, and he succeeded easily.

Zheng Sheng, who was at the eighth level of Qi training, and another monk who was at the seventh level of Qi training, instantly became dead souls under the sword.

While killing these two people instantly, Meng Zhou conveniently set up another round.

His real body appeared behind Zheng Sheng and the other two, allowing the other three people to see Zheng Sheng and his two men being beheaded, and at the same time, they also saw themselves appearing in their true form.

At that moment, their attention was completely attracted by the killing of Zheng Sheng and his appearance.

As a result, the three magic hands shot an Ice Talisman and two Flying Arrow Talismans from behind them, and they all succeeded easily.

The two people named by the flying arrow talisman had flying arrows shot into the back of their heads and out of their foreheads.

A hole as thin as a little finger appeared in the middle of the forehead, and blood and brain matter that had been thoroughly mixed shot out from it.

The person who was caught by the ice talisman had a layer of frost on his hands, feet, and limbs, and his face was filled with incredible fear.

He could do nothing but fear, not even move.

The flying arrow talisman and ice talisman that achieve such effects are only master-level talismans.

Meng Zhou approached slowly step by step and stood opposite the only survivor.

After about a cup of tea, Meng Zhou punched lightly. There was no abnormality on the opponent's body, but his internal organs and bones were all turned into a ball of mud under this palm.

Meng Zhou didn't even say a threatening word, and the other party, who knew he was going to die, did not put up any resistance and answered all questions, which quickly solved the doubts in his heart.

From He Shengtang's perspective, in order to protect their own interests, they fought with their fists and naturally did not hesitate to show their fangs.

This is also a way to show strength to the forces that have formed alliances with the association. After all, compared with old signs like Zhenfu Pavilion, He Sheng Tang's background is much shallower, and he is afraid of being looked down upon and excluded.

Killing casual cultivators not only protects the interests of the large group, but also kills the chicken to show the monkeys.

When they first started doing this, they were relatively restrained and even a little uneasy.

But later it was discovered that such behavior was tacitly approved by everyone, and even other forces would do it without any resistance.

Every robbery and killing can bring huge profits.

This is much easier than working hard to earn spiritual stones!

In this unconstrained environment, their minds became wilder and wilder, and their courage grew larger and larger.

For example, after noticing the anomaly, I obviously chose to take the initiative to avoid it and changed my route, indicating that I was not going to Red Pine Ridge to stir up trouble, but to go somewhere else.

But these five people still had no intention of giving up and stopped them on the mountain side in advance.

If there was another reason for the initial robbery and murder, now, their purpose has become the robbery itself.

"It's just looking for death!"

Meng Zhou shook his head and continued to rush deeper into the mountains.