In the abandoned temple, the guard looked at this scene with a confused face: "???"

What kind of extreme anger does a person have to be in order to burst out of your power? With a little hand stretched out, it was easy to pinch a monk who had perfected his qi?

What the hell are you kidding me, I'm extremely angry, why can't I...... I want to break out too......

Several people from Spirit Silkworm Mountain even changed their faces slightly, and their eyes stared at Jiang Ming coldly.

"Let him go!" A foundation building monk snorted coldly: "Why is Xiaoxiao pretending to be a god here, and dare to deceive my disciples of Spirit Silkworm Mountain?"

Jiang Ming pinched that wrist, but he didn't put it down at all, and said with a smile, "Bullying you Spirit Silkworm Mountain disciple? Didn't you send someone to arrest me on the ship, and now you want me to be cannon fodder to find my way? Why, if you change roles, you won't get used to it......

"Looking for ...... Death" On the bamboo chair, the middle-aged man's voice was cold, and the terrifying power permeated the hall, pressing towards Jiang Ming.

Although he was seriously injured, the power of the foundation was enough to be honored here......

Katsa~

Jiang Ming was not used to them at all, and with a slight force on his hand, the arm of the tall monk was suddenly broken, and Jiang Ming casually threw it into the corner, letting out a scream......

Boom Boom!

There was no need for the middle-aged man to speak, the other three Foundation Building Monks of Spirit Silkworm Mountain had already jumped into the air for the first time, and the surging spiritual power exploded like a tide, and the three extremely powerful magic weapons, flashing with dazzling spiritual light, came towards Jiang Mingmeng.

They are all masters of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain, they have been sharpened and killed for a long time, otherwise they would not have been sent to explore here, although they looked down on Jiang Ming, but they were also extremely cautious about this sudden change, and they made every effort to kill this presumptuous kid into slag at the first time.

The eyes of several people were flashing with killing intent, and they also contained a strong glow of self-confidence, no matter what the origin of this kid was, his cultivation was within the scope of foundation building after all, and it was impossible to block the combined attack of the three of them.

"The dignity of the six blessed lands is not something that anyone can provoke......

Peng......

The entire temple collapsed and collapsed under the terrifying spiritual power, splashing puffs of smoke and dust, and three figures stood in the air, surrounding the figure below in the center.

Bell bell bell ~

The magic weapon was slaughtered, and the terrifying loud noise continued to come out from the smoke and dust, and the dazzling ripples continued to erupt, as if the divine weapons were violently colliding.

"How so?"

The faces of the three Spirit Silkworm Mountain Foundation Cultivators all changed slightly, this guy was actually able to block their attacks?

The magic weapons in their hands, but they are all specially given by the sect for this expedition, they can burst out with a power far beyond the magic weapons of the same level, and they will be damaged every time they are used, which can be said to be extremely precious consumables, and they can almost improve the combat power of the foundation building monks to a small realm.

"Could it be that some rival sect sent someone to attack my Spirit Silkworm Mountain, could it be that he also has some kind of terrifying magic weapon......

The three of them glanced at each other, their eyes were slightly gloomy, realizing that this opponent was a little abnormal, and they no longer dared to hide anything, and their spiritual power was poured into the magic weapon as if they were crazy, and the three magic weapons burst out with dazzling brilliance, like three small suns, killing the enemies below. ….

On the other side, Wei Shouguang had already fled into the distance, looking at this scene in shock: "What is the origin of this Brother Zhang Shan......

The rest of the casual cultivators and martial artists were even more stunned to see the battle that suddenly broke out, how could they say that the fight would start, aren't those adults of Spirit Silkworm Mountain, who is so bold and dares to provoke such a person?

"Hahaha, what bullshit...... But that's it!"

In the ruins of the collapsed temple, there was a burst of laughter.

A figure jumped up and smashed a fist on a golden stove, smashing it upside down and flying out, and the flames spilled out of the furnace and sprinkled all over the ground, as if they had been spit out by a punch......

Clang~

Clang~

With two punches in a row, terrifying blood-colored ripples erupted, smashing a glass mirror and a purple jade seal into the air.

Peng......

The purple jade seal cracked with a wailing sound, and smashed on the foundation building monk of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain that urged it, and it actually directly shattered his arms, and then embed it into his chest, blasting it upside down for dozens of meters, and the seven orifices bled nonstop......

"He—he's carrying these three magic weapons in the flesh?"

The other two didn't care about their companion's injuries at all, but looked at Jiang Ming, who swung his fist and smashed three magic weapons, with extremely shocked expressions.

"This is a monster that has built a foundation for martial arts...... a monk shouted in frenzy as he withdrew the glass mirror from his hand.

Only by building the foundation of the martial arts can he have such a terrifying body.

Rumble!

Jiang Ming didn't look at it, the blood under his feet exploded, and he used his strength to attack out like lightning, and his body had already landed in front of him, pressing it down with one palm.

Rumble......

Even though the monk sacrificed a glass mirror to contend with, he was still slapped into the masonry ruins with a palm, and his wounds burst all over his body, and the blood rushed wildly......

"You're the only one left!" Jiang Ming looked at the last person and walked towards him step by step, the blood under his feet looming in the void, like a lotus growing at the same time.

The guard was dazzled and muttered excitedly, "Warrior, this is the real warrior......

Some of the other aborigines of Xuanguang City were also trembling when they looked at this scene, and their breathing became a little short.

These aborigines, they can't cultivate immortals in their eternal lives, and their only hope is the path of martial artists, but this road is extremely difficult, and even breaking through to the top requires a lot of energy and time.

And in the common cognition of everyone, if there is no immortal road as a guide, it is impossible to build a foundation for martial arts in this era, and perhaps only in the era when this black stone ruins were once glorious can this kind of demon be born.

Who would have imagined that such a peerless genius would really appear today......

"Bold...... Stop!"

The middle-aged man lying on the bamboo chair finally couldn't help it, and his figure suddenly appeared opposite Jiang Ming, looking at Jiang Ming with an ugly face: "Let's stop here...... It was a misunderstanding before, but I also ask Daoist friends to look at the face of my Spirit Silkworm Mountain, everyone take a step back, how about stopping here?"

"Elder Fengming be careful, this person is not normal!" The early foundation building monk behind him looked at the golden furnace in his hand, which had been slapped with more than a dozen fist marks, and reminded in horror. ….

"The wise cooperate, the fool fights to the death...... Fellow Daoist, I believe that you and I are not fools!" The leader of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain, Wu Fengming, a foundation building consummation monk, said with a smile.

"When I shot just now, it looked like I was going to be beaten to death, but now I can't beat me...... Just come to 'The wise cooperate, the fool fights to the death, this set?'

Jiang Ming's eyes were strange, and he seemed to smile and said, "You didn't say a word before to catch us from outside the ruins and put us on the ship, and when you encountered danger along the way, you threw down a group of people as cannon fodder to attract attention and send us to death...... Now I don't even want to say a word of apology, a vague misunderstanding, I want to expose the matter......

"Do you think this is a play house?" Jiang Ming said in the end, his voice was also a little cold.

A trace of anger flashed in Wu Fengming's eyes, but he suppressed it stiffly, and said hoarsely in a hoarse voice, "Then what do you want?"

"It's very simple, there is a small spell in the scriptures I have collected, I wonder if you have heard of it?" Jiang Ming smiled gently: "The name of this little spell is called Soul Cultivation Technique......

"Impossible...... You have deceived too much!"

As soon as Wu Fengming heard this name, he immediately almost ran away, his breath surging wildly, and his eyes stared at Jiang Ming deadly: "If you dare to say this technique again, I can only fight to the end and kill you here......

"Fellow Daoist, please be cautious!"

Wu Fengming held the long sword tightly in his hand, and he had the momentum to start fighting without saying a word.

The other monks of Spirit Silkworm Mountain also changed their faces greatly, and they stared at Jiang Ming in great anger: "Don't you be too much

It's too much, my Spirit Silkworm Mountain is not a soft persimmon that you can knead at will, you are bringing death to yourself!"

The four young disciples were even more angry and wanted to rush up and fight Jiang Ming.

Soul cultivation is not a clever secret art, but few people dare to use it openly, because this spell is so cruel that the caster can plant a soul thought into the soul of the caster, and completely monitor the caster's every move.

The soul is the most mysterious and fragile part of a monk, after being planted into the soul mind, as long as the caster's mind moves, it can directly destroy the caster's soul and turn him into a fool on the spot......

This kind of spell can only be used on some lowly slaves, they, the heavenly pride of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain, have always been high, and to cast a kind of soul spell is also a way for them to cast on others, when will anyone dare to treat them like this?

"Fellow Daoist, please change the conditions, no matter what magic weapon or secret technique you need, as long as I have something, I can take it out!"

Wu Fengming said in a deep voice: "If you and I fight to lose, you will lose more than you gain, and things don't have to develop in that direction......

As he spoke, his eyes were also extremely calm, and he decided that what kind of soul technique Fang Cai Zhang Shan was talking about must be in the lion's mouth, and the next step was nothing more than bargaining.

He has seen a lot of this kind of scene, and coming here to explore is nothing more than for some profit, who will fight to the death for no reason, that is the stupidest thing......

However, including Wu Fengming, these monks of Spirit Silkworm Mountain naturally don't know, maybe everyone in this world cherishes life very much...... But only one person who put life and death aside happened to be standing right in front of them. ….

"Sometimes, the interests are not the most important thing...... People live in the world, and what they fight for is a breath!"

Jiang Ming's face was awe-inspiring, and he sneered: "If you want to fight, then you will fight, why bother mother-in-law...... Even if I die today, I'm going to let out this breath, if I don't agree to cultivate soul magic, then you all go to die!"

Rumble......

His blood energy exploded, and the blood ripples rose like crimson flames, rising around the surface of his body.

The next moment, Jiang Ming's whole person carried the Chili Sword and slashed out, and the blood-colored sword light surging endlessly, like waves, swept towards Wu Fengming.

"Crazy ......" Wu Fengming saw that he had been talking for a long time, but this kid still wanted to fight desperately regardless of it, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.

Boom Boom!

The terrifying battle begins, and the sword and light collide...... Like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and rocks were immediately ploughed off several layers, and the terrifying aftermath shocked some of the closer scattered cultivators, all coughing up blood......

Burst......

However, within a dozen moves, Jiang Ming's Chili Sword suddenly crossed a strange arc and slashed into Wu Fengming's shoulder, bringing up a large string of blood flowers.

The terrifying sword qi erupted, causing Wu Fengming's shoulders to explode, a lake of flesh and blood, and the white bone stubble was exposed......

"Damn it......" Wu Fengming's face became more and more pale, he was already seriously injured, and now he met such a guy with the same body as a monster, he was simply stunned.

Rumble!

Jiang Ming kicked out, and the terrifying force weighing more than 10,000 jun hit Wu Fengming's body, immediately causing him to break his bones and tendons, fly out of hundreds of meters, and smash into a piece of ruins in the distance.

Sou~

Jiang Ming's figure kept coming, swept out like lightning, and chased away......

"Can't even Elder Wu beat him?" The rest of the Spirit Silkworm Mountain monks all looked at this scene with pale faces.

"If it weren't for Elder Wu's injury, how could this kid be allowed to be murderous?" A foundation-building monk was full of unwillingness.

"Don't mess with yourself first, the foundation of my Spirit Silkworm Mountain, how can I allow a kid who kills casually to be presumptuous, Elder Wu still has hole cards in his hand, and that Zhang Shan can't turn the ......sky over."

……

In the ruins in the distance.

"In that case, don't force me to use a killer move!"

Wu Fengming struggled to get up, and a trace of ruthlessness and determination flashed in his eyes, even those few monks in the early stage of foundation building had treasures given by the sect, how could he

Will it not?

With a flick of his wrist, a small silver sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and a talisman was attached to the sword, and wisps of electric light diffused from the small sword, which seemed to contain terrifying power.

Wow~

Wu Fengming untied the talisman, and the terrifying electric light suddenly filled the surrounding void, and within a radius of more than ten meters, the earth was scorched black.

"Go!"

Wu Fengming's palms were also scorched black by the electric light, and he endured the severe pain and threw the silver sword reluctantly.

Rumble......

However, the palm-long silver sword crossed the sky, but it burst out with incomparably brilliant sword light, like thousands of electric lights converging, slashing towards Jiang Ming who rushed towards him.

"Huh? This breath ...... Yudan?"

Jiang Ming's eyes changed slightly, and from the small sword, he felt the aura that did not belong to Zhuji, locking him firmly, even if he moved and transferred, he would be slashed by the small sword.

Any foundation building monk may be killed in the face of this sword......

"It is worthy of the six blessed lands, and an expedition team sent out casually has such a treasure......

Jiang Ming sighed in his heart, but he didn't panic too much, although this small sword burst out with an aura beyond the foundation building, it was just a dead thing after all......

"Since I stepped out of the mortal realm, I have never used this technique to meet the enemy...... Give it a try today!"

Jiang Ming whispered in his heart, the strongest technique he had mastered had been used in his body, but no enemy had ever forced him to use it......

"Six Seals of the Forbidden Spirit!"

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