Zhang Jiao is not a nosy character, in fact, he doesn't particularly care about the origin of the long-haired people, just casually asks out of curiosity.

Seeing that he was reluctant to reveal it, he didn't force it, and said with his rich experience in dealing with supernatural events: "Supernatural events are actually a bit like plot killings in online games.

As long as there is no disruption and the breaking of the rules is forcibly cleared, it is generally only dangerous when the key point is triggered.

Of course, it is impossible to put it off forever, and small incidents often end on the same day.

Large and medium-sized events may last longer, leaving those trapped in them trembling between despair and hope.

The mental torture is simply more terrible than death.

It is not uncommon for black hair to turn white within a few hours, or to die of suicide because of psychological inability, or even to have a mental breakdown between relatives and kill each other.

And these are all pleasing to the outer gods, so it is likely that the supernatural events will appear. ”

"Your Excellency is really good at studying supernatural events. The long-haired man was a little surprised when he heard this: "Then how do you think we should break the game?"

"In fact, there is only one way to break the supernatural event," Zhang Jiao sighed and said: "The so-called fusion into the event is slowly detached due to the situation, and there is such a situation.

But the reason why the person who escapes can get out must have carried out some kind of behavior that harms others, and he will also be polluted by the spirit of the evil god, in fact, sooner or later it is inevitable to become a supernatural fate. ”

The long-haired man was convinced when he heard this, "Since this is the case, then we have to fight hard, when and where to start?"

"How long will it take for you to rest and get back to peak condition?" Zhang Jiao asked rhetorically.

"If you take the pill, it will take about 1 hour. The long-haired man communicated with his companion and replied.

"Then do it in an hour and a half," Zhang Jiao said, "I'll go back to the underground cellar and start it, and you guys will do it outside."

This is a hidden distrust, but it is exactly what the long-haired 6 people want.

It's better for everyone to be cautious with each other when they meet in the water.

So after the discussion, Zhang Jiao walked back to the Downton Cellars alone.

Looking at his disappearing back, Du Shi couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "You say that this guy has made hundreds of high-level transcendents at once, is this the case?"

"Most of them should be Dao soldiers, and they are ghost and god-like Dao soldiers raised by supreme secret methods," the long-haired man replied softly with deep eyes, "There may be a few fantasy species mixed with them, or Shikshen, or other secret methods that we don't know..."

"Didn't you say it at all? Du Shi interjected with a big mouth when he heard this.

"Okay, it's important to save your life now," the voice landed and the only young woman in the 6-person rental house waved her hand: "Everything else is put aside for the time being, let's hurry up and find a place to serve the pill and recuperate." ”

The others looked at each other, nodded, and turned away from the vicinity of Downton's Cellars, hiding in an empty alley.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao, who had returned to the underground, stood at the door of the utility room of the wine cellar, looked at the surrounding supernatural and analyzed with his heart: "Obviously, there are such things as supernatural beings that exist in a simple ghost state, and there are also things that coexist with physical bodies.

I still don't see the difference between the two, how the hell did Moses, the old gang, do it.

Could it be that the spiritual eye technique will extend some other functions when it becomes higher, or does he have a keener perception than my 'Seven Senses'? ”

Just as he was thinking, a young woman in a bright red dress, with fair breasts, delicate eyebrows, and flaming red lips, stepped on high heels and came to him with a slender posture.

Stretched out a finger and pointed at Zhang Jiao's chest and said, "Are you here alone, do you want to invite me to a glass of wine?"

"Did you trigger the 'plot', it seems that you can't wait for 1 and a half hours. Zhang Jiao shook his head and muttered to himself, leaving behind the woman he was talking to, and strode to the bar.

Picking up an empty chair, he broke off his leg as if he were tearing a piece of paper, and sharpened it into a sword shape with his palm.

Seeing this, one of the bartenders closest to him hurriedly ran over and said sharply across the bar, "Sir, how can you break the chairs in our shop?"

Zhang Jiao ignored him at all, pinned the wooden sword to his waist with his backhand, and broke off a chair leg and sharpened it.

"Sir, I'm going to call the police if you do that again!" the bartender warned angrily when he saw that his obstruction was ineffective.

Zhang Jiao still ignored him, and after taking care of the second wooden sword on his own, he began to make the third.

When the bartender saw this, he continued to stop, "Sir, you are responsible for your actions..."

His voice began to grow stranger, his tone elongated, his voice trembled, and his intonation became more and more erratic.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable green wet mark oozed from his forehead, and his skin was faintly raised, giving birth to fungal ringworm, stretching out his head, looking at Zhang Jiao and saying, "You have to abide by the rules, sir, since you have come here, you must abide by the rules here." ”

As he spoke, the bartender's neck grew longer and longer, and he circled around Zhang Jiao like a snake.

At this time, Zhang Jiao, who had already sharpened the four swords, calmly displayed the magic power of 'making something out of nothing', and cut down the strongest killing treasure in the relics of the gods, and communicated with the four wooden swords with the aura of the Immortal Sword, the Killing Immortal Sword, the Trapping Immortal Sword, and the Absolute Immortal Sword.

Holding one of them, he waved it casually, and cut the bartender's head, neck, and body in half.

At the moment when he slashed the supernatural, all the people in the entire underground cellar began to twist and deform, oozing wet moss, and fell on all fours like beasts, rushing towards Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao quietly jumped up, cast a killing array, used his body as the array, and controlled the four sharp swords in the middle of the supernatural, feeling the subtle changes in qi and blood, and the actual combat of the divine soul, vividly showing the true strength of his body.

The supernatural tide on the ground is poured down the trail and into the underground wine cellar.

The speed was much faster than Zhang Jiao's ability to use the Immortal Sword Formation, chopping melons and chopping vegetables to hunt the supernatural, and began to continuously squeeze the space for his activities.

While bringing heavy pressure to Zhang Jiao, it also squeezed the potential in his body.

In the end, when there was no space to even move the sword, Zhang Jiao finally felt the limit, blessed the Daoist in his body, and exerted his boundless magical power.

Except for a few legendary ones, he manifested all the fantasy species in the relics of the gods, and began to clear the spirits in the underground cellar.

After a great battle, at the cost of destroying 357 high-level legends, more than 3,000 points of wish power and spirit fragments equivalent to more than 700,000 human souls were harvested.

In the Lingshan Fantasy Realm, he was transformed into 270 monks, upasai and 3 truths, and he was able to contribute nearly 25,000 points of wish power every day, which can be regarded as quite a success.

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