Zhang He reflexively faced the battle again, and the blazing milky white sword qi instantly left a terrifying wound on the monster beast's ball-like body, making the monster let out a painful and angry scream, but Zhang He also paid a heavy price for this, and was hit by the monster beast's mountain-like body.

The force of the collision was so terrifying that Zhang Hedu, whose physical strength had far surpassed that of steel, couldn't help but gulp blood, but fortunately, with the help of the unstoppable impact of the demon beast and his own speed, the distance between the two was widened again.

In the pursuit all the way, Zhang He reflexively attacked three times, and was also hit three times, but fortunately, this time the ending was perfect, in the eyes of the demon beast, the importance of the territory is more important than the food, not to mention, this strange fish is still an irritable demon in the pain of losing a child, therefore, as soon as the monster appeared outside the gate of the cave of the strange fish, the strange fish was like a rhinoceros that had been hit with spring medicine, and rushed over.

Zhang He, who had been seriously injured by the monster, was not interested in staying to watch the snipe and clam fight, nor was he interested in taking advantage of the fisherman, as soon as the battle between the monster and the monster broke out, Zhang He fled without hesitation.

Nima, 10,000 grass mud horses.

Zhang He, who finally escaped from the ascension to heaven, couldn't help but let out a speechless angry curse, and then immediately disappeared perfectly again, and cautiously rushed to the shore.

After reciting countless times, Zhang He finally had good luck and swam back to the shore all the way.

Nima, 10,000 grass mud horses.

Far away from the Sky Crocodile Lake, standing on the top of the mountain far away from the Sky Crocodile Lake, looking at the vast lake in the distance, Zhang He couldn't help but let out another silent angry scolding.

Zhang He, who embarked on the journey again, had to change his face again, and so far, six of the nine faces that can be transformed by Linglong have been used by him, which made Zhang He couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.

Strength, it's still because the strength is not enough, otherwise, why should my brother hide it? Nima, when Brother controls Yanhuang, Brother will definitely take the blood of the army to wash away the eighty-one sects of Shushan that are shit.

On a snow-white horse, a young man in a white robe, with a long sword hanging on his waist, galloped on the official road.

Shushan is already in chaos, brutal fighting can be seen everywhere, chaos is caused by external causes, but the real turmoil in Shushan is not external causes, but internal strife.

Infighting is one of the strongest talents of the Chinese people, and it is also one of the oldest traditions of the Chinese people.

The external cause is just an inducement, but it is precisely because of this inducement that Shushan, which was already full of contradictions, finally became completely chaotic, and along the way, Zhang He has encountered eighteen cruel battles, and most of the two sides involved in the war are grassroots disciples of the eighty-one sects of Shushan, which shows that although the high-level of Shushan can keep the same guns when they are external, there is definitely a lot of internal fighting on weekdays, after all, under the current conditions of heaven and earth, the resources for cultivating truth are indeed very limited.

The grassroots disciples who can't get enough resources from the sect can only rely on their own abilities to compete, so that fighting is inevitable, but in peacetime, due to the rules of the game, each other has not made a dead hand, but with the advent of troubled times, everyone will naturally no longer stick to the rules of the game in peacetime.

This is undoubtedly great news for Zhang He.

Although the fight of grassroots disciples may not be able to affect the decision-making of the high-level leaders of each sect, Zhang He really doesn't believe it, there are so many grassroots disciples of the eighty-one sects of Shushan, in this continuous fighting, there will be no important grassroots disciples such as the descendants of the big man and the descendants of the lineage.

As long as an important person dies, the bigwigs will definitely not be able to sit still, as long as the bigwigs of all parties are in chaos, the eighty-one sects of Shushan will inevitably be chaotic, which is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for Zhang He, but along the way, Zhang He did not rashly participate in the war, after all, the purpose of this trip is not to provoke civil strife in Shushan, but to save people.

Of course, the real reason why Zhang He decided not to participate in the war was because of the magical soul protection of Shushan, Zhang He didn't want to, just because he killed a few inconsequential soldiers, and was targeted by the bigwigs of Shushan.

While galloping, Zhang He encountered another fierce fight.

But this time, Zhang He was not in a hurry to stay away, but after turning a corner, he used his divine sense to pay close attention to the battle situation, in fact, Zhang He didn't want to be nosy, but this time, he had to be nosy, the reason was very simple, because one of the two sides of the fight was actually a member of the Miaoyin Sect where Lily of the Valley was located.

Of course, Zhang He is not in the mood to play the hero of Shenma to save the beauty, but unfortunately, one of the beauties of the Miaoyin Sect is something he must save.

Because that beauty was seen by Zhang He, when the various sects in Shushan sent people to fight for the sovereignty of the Xiaoyue Silver Mastiff, this guy happened to be by Lily of the Valley's side, and, it seems, the relationship between the two is extremely close, combined with the status of Lily of the Valley in the Miaoyin Sect, it is not difficult to imagine that this unlucky girl should be one of the few friends of Lily of the Valley.

And the other side of the fight with the Miaoyin Sect, Zhang He also knew, and it was the inner disciple of the Sword Sect who was dressed in the outfit of the inner disciple of the Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect is one of the top three forces in Shushan, and although the Miaoyin Sect is also ranked extremely high among the eighty-one sects in Shushan, ranking ninth, the superiority between the two sects is still clearly reflected in the battle between the inner disciples.

The nine members of the Sword Sect were against the ten members of the Miaoyin Sect, but even though the Miaoyin Sect had a head advantage of one person in numbers, it was still suppressed by the fierce attacks of the nine members of the Sword Sect.

In Zhang He's divine sense, although the ten beauties of the Miaoyin Sect have a basis for advancing and retreating, and their bodies are as beautiful as butterflies wearing flowers, but in the face of the raging fierce sword qi, those beautiful body methods still can't let them get rid of the fate of losing and retreating.

Although the little cultivation of the disciples of the Sword Sect could not bring any threat to Zhang He at all, it was undeniable that from an outsider's point of view, the Sword Sect was indeed worthy of being one of the three leaders of Shushan by using the Jindan period of cultivation to launch such a fierce attack.

Relying on the elegant body, the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect and the disciples of the Sword Sect were in a stalemate for a while, but the gap in strength still made the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect pay a painful price after all, a disciple of the Sword Sect took the lead in making meritorious service and successfully hit a beauty of the Miaoyin Sect, and as this beauty had to withdraw from the fierce battle because of Yan Zòng's injury, the form of the people of the Miaoyin Sect soon began to deteriorate.

The victorious Sword Sect disciple soon joined the battle, joined forces with another Sword Sect disciple, and soon succeeded in inflicting heavy losses on a Miaoyin Sect beauty whose form was already in danger.

At this point, the balance was completely broken, the disciples of the Miaoyin Sect were completely suppressed, and Zhang He had to slap his horse in an instant and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation.

For the current Zhang He, dealing with the small role of the Jindan period can be described as completely effortless, and before the disciple of the Sword Sect could speak, Zhang He had already risen from the horse and shot at the disciple of the Sword Sect like an arrow from the string, "Kill." Cheering wildly, his right palm suddenly swung out, and under the incredulous gaze of everyone, Zhang He instantly smashed the head of a Sword Sect disciple.

"You ......" The strongest of the Sword Sect's disciples, the leader of the late stage of the Jindan, couldn't help but let out a furious shout, "Who is Your Excellency?" Why do you want to be an enemy of my Sword Sect? ”

"Hmph." Zhang He retorted with disdain on his face, "You are wrong, Lao Tzu is not going to be an enemy of the Sword Sect, but to destroy your Sword Sect." As he spoke, Zhang He unfolded his body again and shot at the leading disciple of the Sword Sect.

It is undeniable that the swordsmanship of the disciples of the Sword Sect is very powerful, but unfortunately, the huge gap in strength is destined to not be a fight, but a one-sided slaughter.

Directly ignoring the collective attack of the disciples of the Sword Sect, Zhang He, who was like electricity, immediately smashed the head of the leading disciple mercilessly, and once again set off a burst of blood rain that rushed to the sky.

The absolute difference in strength made the Sword Sect disciples completely lose the courage to resist, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining seven Sword Sect disciples immediately scattered, trying to make Zhang He take care of one or the other, but alas, in the face of absolute strength, any struggle was in vain.

If these people were not disciples of the Sword Sect, Zhang He might not be too lazy to kill them all, but for the Sword Sect people who had embarrassed him many times, and even, almost harmed their own life and death a few times, Zhang He really couldn't find a reason to show mercy, but what Zhang He didn't expect was that when he killed the leading disciple with the highest combat power, he was not counterattacked by the Divine Soul Guardian, but when he killed the last weakest Sword Sect disciple, the Divine Soul Guardian broke out instantly, and an amazingly powerful counterattack erupted from this disciple's body.

Although the Divine Soul Guardian can exert half of the strength of the Guardian, it still can't stop Zhang He's attack.

With the shattering of the last head, all the nine Shushan disciples died, and Zhang He's body was also marked with the imprint of the Divine Soul Guardian.

Although, Zhang He could clearly feel that the strength of the guardian behind the idiot was very good, even if he was not a strong person in the out-of-body period, at least he was also a cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, but in this regard, Zhang He did not have the slightest fear.

There are only two ways to erase the guardian imprint of the divine soul, one is to rely on the super divine sense to forcibly erase the imprint of the possessed divine consciousness, and the other is to directly kill the guardian strong behind the guarded person.

Obviously, for the current Zhang He, it is impossible to rely on the first method to get rid of the imprint of the divine soul, so Zhang He simply did not escape, stood quietly in place, and waited for the arrival of the guardian powerhouse.

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