Super Monk

Zhao Fugui, the thick fog in front of them squirmed like a living creature. The thick fog was constantly changing. It seemed that something was about to appear from inside. Zhao Fugui is staring at the thick fog coldly. Zheng Wen is nervous and frightened. Even Zhang Long doesn't dare to shout any more. He holds the heavy machine gun tremblingly and points the heavy machine gun to the direction of the thick fog.

"Whoosh!" But when everyone's attention was focused on the direction of the thick fog, there were two soft sounds in the thick fog, which was like something tearing the thick fog at high speed.

"Be careful!" With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Zhao Fugui raised his hand to pop up a sword, which swept out in the direction of the sound. Although Zhao Fugui's perception and six senses were severely suppressed, he still heard the sound when things moving at high speed approached in the thick fog.

"Poop, poop, poop!" In the blink of an eye, the sword was swept in the dark. In the dark, there were two sounds, like the sound of flesh and blood being crushed. Something was directly crushed by Zhao Fugui's sword.

"Ah But at this moment, a shrill scream came out. A real warrior whose tongue had been pulled out gave a vague shrill wail. His body was pierced from his belly by a vine drilled out from under the ground, and then came out from his chest. This root vine like thing entangled the real warrior's body and pulled it to the ground.

"Bang!" The real warrior's body was smashed on the ground. The sound of bone burst and blood was torn up in an instant. Big mouthfuls of blood gushed out from the real warrior's mouth, and his body was torn into rotten meat by the great power of the roots and vines.

"To die!" Zhao Fugui's eyes are full of cold light. He reaches out to the ground and claps it. The golden palmprint condenses in the dark fog. The giant golden handprint is like a giant shooting a mountain. The power of terror even makes the air burst in the dark fog.

"Boom!" The huge golden fingerprints were snapped on the ground, as if the ground soaked in blood suddenly made a loud bang. The ground was shaking violently. The places where the golden fingerprints were photographed were like sinkholes. The soil within tens of meters of the holes suddenly burst, and a shrill cry sounded in the thick fog. At least dozens of roots and vines were photographed out of the ground It's directly broken into pieces.

These should not be said to be vines, they are just roots. They were the same things that were shot at high speed in the dark before. The ghost hiding in the thick fog is very smart. It deliberately stirred the thick fog in front of Zhao Fugui to attract their attention. Then it shot two roots to attract Zhao Fugui. The other root quietly approached one of them. When Zhao Fugui cut the two roots, it attacked one of them.

This ghost is very cunning. It knows that Zhao Fugui is not easy to provoke. At the beginning, it didn't want to provoke Zhao Fugui. Those living dead people didn't dare to ask Zhao Fugui for help. The curse was just evidence. Later, Zhao Fugui killed the hundreds of real warrior living dead people with one sword. When the ghost saw what happened, they had to do it in person.

"Hu, Hu Chang is dead!" Zhang Long saw the real warrior on the ground, whose body was torn to pieces, staring at this side with his eyes wide open, and cried in horror.

Hu Chang is dead, and his body is torn like that. Unless it is a ghost, it must be dead. Moreover, his body slowly begins to dissolve, just like something in the soil is decomposing his body.

"You are an immortal disciple. You can go. I'll spare your life and leave them behind!" In the dark, a hoarse, strange voice rang up and said. The sound was so erratic that it seemed to ring from all directions, which determined the direction of the sound.

"Immortal disciples? Maybe hundreds and thousands of years ago, the disciples of Xianmen had already died! " Zhao Fugui said coldly that he tried his best to release his perception and find the location of the ghost while talking. This ghost should be the core of the iron tree hell, that is to say, the breath of the six samsara is in it.

However, in this iron tree hell, the dense fog has a great impact on Zhao Fugui's perception. Although Zhao Fugui can vaguely feel that the breath of the six samsara is nearby, it is difficult to lock its detailed location. He still needs a little time.

"How can the immortal disciples die? Leave the three of them, or you'll die, too The strange voice in the dark rang again, and said harshly, "even the elder of your fairy gate, I have killed you. Don't think I dare not kill you!"

When I was in huangquandian before, that strange old lady also mentioned the disciples of the big sect. Now this ghost is also talking about the disciples of the immortal sect. They should be talking about the same thing. It seems that thousands of years ago, there should be some orthodoxy in China, Zhao Fugui's mind. But I don't know what's going on. The only ones that have survived in China are those who are really martial arts, and the disciples of the so-called Xianmen sect have disappeared.

Maybe something happened a thousand years ago, which led to the disappearance of those immortal sects. When that man swept the sky with a sword, the strong ones were all smashed. Only the weak ones survived. Just like the mural in the cave at the entrance of kunxu, the big demons disappeared, leaving only some small demons.Zhao Fugui estimated that there should be a standard for that man's sword at that time. If his strength exceeds a certain line, it will be sealed. Only when his strength is lower than that line can he escape that one. So after that sword, there are some small characters left in this world, such as some disciples of orthodox schools, little demons, little demons, and little gods.

As time goes by, I'm afraid that the strong people who are closest to that line will gradually fade away. Moreover, after that sword, there will be more restrictions on the heaven and earth, and they will not be able to become immortals. In addition, the aura will continue to decrease. I'm afraid that the remaining strong people of the immortal sect will have a more and more difficult life For thousands of years, they may not be able to endure, and finally disappear in the long river of time, and become the dust of history.

"If you had the strength to kill me, I'm afraid you would have done it already? You dare not show up until now, because you know you are not my opponent? " These thoughts flashed in Zhao Fugui's mind. Zhao Fugui thought a little and said faintly, "now give me your token. Maybe I can consider giving you a way to live!"