From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

This Teng snake sword was in Luo Zheng's hands, as if he had lost control.

Constantly shaking, as if want to fly away!

Under Luo Zheng's power, his right hand was like an iron tongs, holding the Teng snake sword firmly in his hand.

"Buzz..."

Constantly shaking under the earthquake, a dark golden filaments rush out!

At the same time, a small snake shadow appeared on the body of Teng snake sword. The snake eyes just opened their eyes, glanced at them quietly, and then disappeared

But when the snake's shadow faded, the front end of those dark golden filaments gave rise to small snake heads!

All the dark golden filaments come alive at this moment and become long and thin snakes!

"What's this..."

The heirong people were stunned, almost reflexively, and offered their keepsake.

Although the breath of Luo Zheng's sword is strange and powerful, in the eyes of the heirong people, Luo Zheng is still a big round God. No matter how powerful it is? Can it break its "invisible shield"?

That shield shadow almost covered it all over.

Tens of thousands of slender snakes came at a high speed, and there were bursts of "rustling" along the way.

Whether it's a thousand year old tree or a rock, it's neatly cut by the slender snake, and the fracture is as flat as a mirror.

Just when the heirong people were still lucky, he suddenly felt cool.

In its vision, the shield shadow has been covered with broken lines, and these lines quickly spread in their own body.

All the slender snakes have gone away from it. As the dark blood overflows from the lines on its body, its consciousness gradually becomes blurred, and the whole person collapses to the ground

"Sha Sha Sha..."

These slender snakes were castrated, cutting everything that could be cut along the road into countless pieces, and finally rushed out of the open land smashed by the heirong people!

Each slender snake is like a god of death. Hundreds of snakes gather together to form a torrent of God of death!

"This, this what!"

"Don't go there!"

Yue Baicheng and other disciples of the Academy were frightened when they saw these slender snakes.

They were almost afraid to move, just watching the slender snakes skim the open space and rush into the forest on the other side, spreading and cutting all the way.

If you look at it from a high altitude, it seems that there is an invisible giant with an invisible pair of scissors, that is, cutting out a long and smooth road in the forest. Everything along the way turns into fist sized pieces

"In the jungle The most powerful lurking? Is it on the side of Daojian palace or on the side of heirong people? " Yue Baicheng quickly drew a conclusion according to his own logic. If he stood on the side of Daojian palace, Luo Zheng would be saved. If he was a heirong family, the end of Luo Zheng could be imagined.

……

Luo Zheng's face in the jungle was full of amazement.

That autumn Yin River says to send a big chance to oneself, at that time Luo Zheng still some disdain.

After all, the power of the imperial seal can be inspired by the Qingfeng sword. Others may get the best of it, but in Luo Zheng's eyes, it is not as good as the sword of rongdao.

But at this moment, Luo Zheng understood the meaning of qiuyin river.

The higher the level of his sword, the more powerful it will be

Luo Zheng stepped forward slowly to observe the bodies of the heirong people.

The cut of his body is also as smooth as a mirror, which shows that there is no difference between the body of the heirong people and the surrounding trees and rocks in front of the sword silk of those slender snakes.

Not only that!

The physical body of the heirong people is much stronger than that of the human people, but it can't be compared with Luo Zheng.

But the shield shadow of his other shore Keepsake is also vulnerable in front of the sword silk. It is also cut in unison, which is no different from those trees.

This shows that the sharpness of the sword silk is far beyond Luo Zheng's imagination. At least facing such an opponent, it doesn't show how sharp the sword silk is!

"It's a pity that this sword can't be shown to outsiders. It can only be used when protecting life..."

Luo Zheng murmured a few words, reached for his hand and gently brushed it. He put the chopped body of the heirong people into Xumi ring. After all, this guy is a strong man on the other side. He can look back and find out what strange treasure he has.

After a while, Luo Zheng's figure appeared at the edge of the forest.

When he saw Yue Baicheng and others still stay in the same place, his face showed a strange color, "you haven't escaped yet?"

After all, these disciples lack combat experience. When Daojian palace is destroyed, their only hope is qiuxue palace. Unexpectedly, qiuxue palace is also entangled by Qiujun mountain. Now they have no idea where to go.

If it had been Luo Zheng, he would have run away

Yue Baicheng and many other disciples were even more surprised to see Luo Zheng appear."Luo Zheng, you are still alive!"

"Who is the expert just now? Have you ever killed the heirong people? "

“……”

Before he left the forest, Luo Zheng was still thinking about how to explain the sword silk. Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Academy guessed that it was an expert.

That's good

After all, it is not reasonable for Luo Zheng's current cultivation to release such powerful powers.

He pretended to be puzzled and said: "just now I saw a white figure. I didn't see anything else. The heirong people were cut into pieces..."

"So strong!"

"Those who are strong are afraid to fight Qiujun mountain!"

"I don't know if he will attack Qiujun mountain!"

The disciples of the Academy had some inexplicable hopes in their hearts. They hoped that a super strong man would be born to wipe out these evil sects and save the Daojian palace from fire and water.

But Luo Zheng knew that it was just their wishful thinking.

"Dong!"

Just then there was a dull noise in the sky.

A huge shadow of the sword cut through the sky, and then two figures fell from the sky, just in front of the disciples.

They are Qiu Hanyan and Qiu Shengshui.

At the moment, Qiu Shengshui is scarred all over, and his legs are cut off directly.

Autumn smoke is also naked, pale and colorless skin everywhere sword marks.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Academy rushed up one after another

After they fell down, a space wave flashed in mid air. The figure of Qiujun mountain stood in the air. Holding a green sword, he said faintly: "it's meaningless to struggle. You've been looking for your father's tomb for so many years, and finally found it. Now it's time to go to that world with your father, ha ha ha..."

Qiuhanyan's face flashed a trace of stubborn color, only to see her in his eyebrow gently, there is a ball floating out, it is a hermit magic power.