Chapter 124: The Terror Giant

Looking at the endless boudoir in front of him, Chen Shuo couldn't help but sigh. It is worthy of being the sect that tied for the first place in ancient times, and this momentum is different.

Among them, the most conspicuous is a jade slip marked with "Soul Devouring Heart Sutra", Chen Shuo went to take a look at the introduction, but found that this Soul Devouring Heart Sutra is only a fragment, but it is also, how can the genuine version be so easy to get.

His own Giant Spirit Emperor inheritance is still just an incomplete Soul Devouring Heart Sutra.

At this moment, Chen Shuo felt an inexplicable throbbing coming out of his heart, as if something was attracting him. Chen Shuo followed the voice in his heart all the way, and finally came to an inconspicuous cabinet.

I saw a quaint token on the counter, with a big spiritual character carved on it.

Chen Shuo subconsciously picked up the token, and the hand that the token touched turned into a streamer and drilled into Chen Shuo's body, and when he came to his dantian, he fell silent, no matter how Chen Shuo urged, he couldn't move.

Chen Shuo was wondering, but he saw that it was dark in front of him, and then appeared in front of the gym.

As soon as he appeared, he saw a mess in front of him, and the children of the cliff fell to the ground horizontally, glaring at the group of people in front of him. And Qi Ming was also holding a Qi Mei stick, with an angry expression on his face.

Chen Shuo looked across from him and saw a group of more than twenty people, obviously from the same force. The leader of the group, with two mustaches and a thin figure, was looking at Qi Ming with a smile, ignoring Chen Shuo who suddenly appeared.

I heard the mustache say, "Qi Ming, can you take it this time? This Ancient Spirit Sect Dao Pavilion will belong to our refining door bag!"

Qi Ming glared at the mustache angrily, and was about to say something, but he coughed violently and interrupted what he was about to say.

Coughing twice, Qi Ming spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the mustache, "Dream! There is a kind of fair battle with me, what kind of tricks and tricks are you capable of!"

The mustache laughed, "Don't you know that mental wisdom is also a kind of strength? You are a reckless man who can only fight and kill, but since you want to fight, then I will fulfill you! Anyway, you are also a person who is going to die." After speaking, he took out a golden dart and threw it at Qi Ming.

At this time, Chen Shuo also probably understood what was going on. Obviously, it is this mustache who covets the Dao Pavilion of the Ancient Spirit Sect, but his strength is not as good as that of the people on the cliff. So he resorted to some trick to wipe out all the people of this cliff.

With a rush from the Force, he gathered into a nine-colored light hand in front of Qi Ming and bounced the dart away. Chen Shuo walked up to Qi Ming, looked at the mustache, and said coldly.

"Give you ten seconds to get out of my sight. Don't push me to do it myself!"

The mustache was also shocked when he saw the hand that Chen Shuo had just revealed. But seeing the very different costumes between Chen Shuo and the cliff disciple, he said with a smile, "This son, this is the grudge between my refining sect and this cliff, you better not mix it." Isn't it otherwise?"

Ignoring the mustache's words, Chen Shuo said coldly, "You still have 5 seconds!"

With a flash of hatred in his eyes, the mustache looked at Chen Shuo, "It seems that Your Excellency is determined to wade into this troubled water?"

"It's 1 second!"

A bloody sword appeared directly in his hand, and Chen Shuo stepped on it like that mustache rushing away.

Seeing Chen Shuo's obsessiveness, the mustache's eyes narrowed, and he retreated into the crowd, waved his hand, and shouted in a low voice, "Formation!"

With the mustache's words, the people behind him quickly dispersed and formed a wonderful formation. The eight flying knives that appeared in everyone's hands were thrown at Chen Shuo one after another.

As soon as the flying knife was shot, it was transformed, divided into two, and divided into four, and suddenly the sky was covered with dense flying knives.

Chen Shuo was not afraid of the flying knives in the sky, and the force in his body erupted, imitating the guardian of the Ancient Spirit Sect to form a shock wave, and immediately blew away all the flying knives in the sky.

And the Force in Chen Shuo's body was also consumed by one-tenth in an instant, with Chen Shuo's current Force power, it was still consumed so much in an instant, one can imagine how huge the Force needed to send out this shockwave.

Seeing that the blow was fruitless, the mustache's face changed, and he lowered his voice again, "Heaven and earth!"

Hearing the mustache's words, those people from the refining sect wiped their rings, and a net of white nets appeared in their hands. Throwing it to the sky, all of a slew suddenly the countless nets went towards Chen Shuo's cover, which was worthy of being a net of heaven and earth!

Chen Shuo smiled disdainfully, the big sword was tucked around his waist, and the triple blessing was attached. Then, it spun violently.

"Judgment!"

The terrifying sword wheel met the nets of heaven and earth, and immediately twisted those nets into fragments, and then rushed towards the people of the refining gate without abating.

The mustache was stunned when he saw this scene, "This is impossible, my heaven and earth net is woven of heavenly silk, how can it be so easy for you to be a universe-level spiritual object!"

But before the mustache could say anything, the sword wheel had already involved the two disciples of the Refining Sect at the front. In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and the two of them didn't even have room to resist, so they were scattered by the twisted souls.

When the sword wheel swept around, the formation formed by the refining gate had already collapsed. Of the two dozen or so, only two or three people were still standing.

The mustache's eyes were full of fear when he saw this terrifying scene, but the next moment it turned to madness. Trembling, he took out a piece of blue scales from his chest and gently pressed it against his forehead.

Suddenly, the mustache screamed. The skin on his body bursts, his muscles bulge, and something like fish scales grows all over his body. The skull also began to expand and twist, eventually forming a hideous fish head.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shuo's pupils shrank. Although I don't know what this mustache did, the momentum exuded by him in front of him is not inferior to that little overlord Wang Shuo.

Just when Chen Shuo was engrossed in preparing to meet the enemy, in an instant, the wind and clouds changed abruptly!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and space distorted. It's as if an ancient battlefield was opened. A huge hand stretched out from the void, and its whole body was as white as jade, like the most perfect carving.

The giant hand paused slightly, as if searching for something. Then, stretch out a finger and flick it lightly!

Suddenly, the space around the mustache, which had transformed into a monster, shattered, and the two people beside him were also affected.

And the few people in the broken space were also like broken mirrors, and their bodies were strangely decomposed. His expression was dull and his expression was dazed, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

When the space closed again, the three men disappeared strangely, as if they had never been the three of them.

The giant hand in the sky felt the death of these people, trembled slightly, and then slowly retracted into the void. In vain, Chen Shuo stood in place, his face solemn.