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Chapter 3: Return to Earth Chapter 881: The Soul of the Mountain

Han Long looked around indifferently and snorted coldly, "Pretend to be a ghost, carving insects!"

After speaking, he pinched the trick with one hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Charm, scatter!"

As soon as the loose words came out, a blazing power suddenly burst out from his fingertips, like the rays of the scorching sun, rippling quickly in all directions.

As his power burst out, the surrounding miasma flew like a white mist, and immediately tumbled violently, dissolving outward as quickly as spring snow meets the scorching sun.

Just as the light dispelled the darkness, in an instant, the miasma that permeated him dissipated in large swaths, revealing large swaths of open space, just like the scene when he and Li Jiu came before.

After a few breaths, the miasma that permeated the surroundings almost disappeared.

Han Long's figure flickered, and then turned into a streamer again, and the former desert city shot away.

At his speed, after a few breaths, he saw the stone wall from the distance.

But this time, outside the stone wall, there were more than 100 people in black standing, and these people in black, judging from the aura exuded from their bodies, it is not difficult to see that they are all monks in the foundation building period.

In addition, around them, there were many large-caliber heavy weapons, and the glowing muzzles and muzzles of the guns were all on guard.

All the monks had a look of surprise in their eyes at this time, and no one knew why the miasma around them had suddenly disappeared.

The sharp-eyed monk suddenly saw a streamer galloping towards him, and hurriedly warned the others.

For a while, the eyes of all the monks fell on Han Long's body.

Han Long's figure stopped about a hundred zhang away from the stone wall.

He looked at the monks in front of him with an indifferent expression, he hadn't met these people the last time he came, so they didn't recognize him

"Whoever dares to trespass on the forbidden land, hurry up and arrest it, otherwise, you can't survive or die!" a monk who took the lead shouted arrogantly.

Han Long smiled, he came to kill people, and the person in front of him even told him to be arrested, he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

He didn't answer, a divine consciousness was released in an instant, like an arrow off the string, at a very fast speed, directly into this person's brain, this person still maintained an arrogant look on his face, and his eyes were black, and seven pillars of blood burst out from seven holes at the same time, falling on the spot.

The monks around this person were all taken aback by surprise, and no one knew why this person was still talking in the last second, and in the blink of an eye, he died on the spot.

"In front of Han, who dares to speak wildly, who wants to follow in his footsteps?" Han Long said murderously.

As soon as these words came out, those monks couldn't help but gasp, it turned out that the companion actually died at the hands of Han Long, and no one noticed it in front of everyone's eyes, which showed Han Long's power.

For a moment, these monks all took a few steps back, frightened by Han Long's methods, and they retreated to both sides, making way for the middle path.

"For the sake of your acquaintances, since you have abolished the dantian, Han will let you live!" Han Long rolled his eyes and said.

Everyone's faces changed greatly, and they abolished their dantian, wouldn't it be a complete waste of cultivation, for a monk, being abolished for cultivation is even more uncomfortable than death.

"Don't want to waste your dantian?" you can do it, as long as you can kill Han, you naturally don't need to waste your dantian!" Han Long laughed.

"Kill him!" A one-eyed monk with a one-sided blindfold stared at Han Long and gritted his teeth, he had endured all the hardships in the desert city to build a foundation, and he didn't want to become a wasted person who had nothing to cultivate.

Kill him!

Kill him!

……

The one-eyed monk's words aroused the resonance of more and more monks, and they couldn't help but echo it.

Soon, these more than 100 monks, all of whom shared the same hatred, looked at Han Long with murderous expressions, if their eyes could also kill, I am afraid that Han Long would have died hundreds of times.

Soon, all kinds of supernatural powers, flashing with various lights, roared towards Han Long.

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to shine too?" Han Long waved his hand, and a little fire shot out.

That little bit of fire, as soon as it got out of his hand, it rose in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a pillar of fire several feet thick, facing all kinds of light in the air.

Hundreds of rays of light, as soon as they came into contact with Han Long's pillar of fire, they collapsed one after another, and there was no light at all that could resist for a moment.

The speed of the pillar of fire was extremely fast, and after blasting through the attacks of all the monks, it swept through the bodies of those monks with a devastating force, and they were burned to ashes without even having a chance to dodge.

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