Meng Zhou's body was as light as a feather, and his feet were lightly touched on the peaks and cliffs that were spaced several meters apart and ten meters apart, and the height was as high as steps, and he flew all the way up, floating out of the valley floor with a drop of more than a kilometer.

There were patrol monks in Taniguchi, but Meng Zhou who came out of it just glanced at him casually and let him go.

Strict in and wide out, the rules of Warm Cloud Valley are like this.

But after leaving the Warm Cloud Valley, he only traveled more than ten miles, and Meng Zhou felt that there were eyes peeping.

Meng Zhou's heart moved, the direction he was taking now was the way to Red Pine Ridge.

Thinking of the plan in his heart, Meng Zhou didn't want to make any extraneous branches, and he was supposed to change his direction after passing through a mountain in front of him, so he changed his route in advance and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Because of the early turn, you need to cross a rugged and steep mountain without any paths.

For Meng Zhou, this didn't take much effort on his part.

He was like a large, lithe bird, and it floated swiftly over the branches of the treetops, no slower than it did on flat ground.

The only problem is that the distance is a little farther, and it takes a little detour.

After spending some more time climbing over the mountains, Meng Zhou was about to return to the planned route.

But just before he was about to sweep out of the dense forest, his speed suddenly slowed down, and his toes tapped on the trunk of the tree, and he moved several meters to the left.

"Click-"

A huge hammer suddenly rose from the pile of dead leaves under the trunk he had just borrowed, smashing the trunk that Meng Zhou had borrowed from smashing to pieces.

In the splash of sawdust in the sky, five figures rushed out from the dead grass and shrubs below, from the dense branches next to him, and surrounded him.

Meng Zhou stood on another tree trunk not far away, looking at this scene coldly, feeling a wonderful fate.

It was among the five that he saw a familiar face.

The sturdy man who stretched out his hand to recall the giant hammer in the air was Zheng Sheng, the head of the Hesheng Hall that he had met for the first time in the Warm Cloud Valley Market.

At that time, he regarded himself as a robbery, and sent him a business card invitation.

Now it seems that this is somewhat sympathetic to the same kind.

However, Meng Zhou didn't have any such thoughts about him.

On the contrary, I sighed in my heart, I have already avoided you once, but you want to take the initiative to hit the muzzle, so that I can't dodge.

It seems that there is really retribution in this world.

Zheng Sheng and the five of them were amused when they saw Meng Zhou standing on the trunk of the tree in a daze and looking at them coldly, without doing any superfluous movements.

If the gaze can kill, what kind of Tao do you ask for, what kind of immortals do you cultivate.

However, the more this happens, the more people dare not take it lightly, maybe there is some deceit hidden in it.

Therefore, the five of them looked at each other, exchanged a look, and each used their best means to attack at the same time.

From all directions, Meng Zhou, who was standing on the trunk of the tree, was forced to kill, making it impossible to escape.

The first to feel bad was Zheng Sheng, when his giant hammer smashed into the other party's head, the figure with a fresh breath, no different from a normal cultivator, and looking more real suddenly shattered like foam.

He was immediately horrified.

How did a living person become a bubble?

You know, when this person came from afar, he was all under their five pairs of eyes.

How did this man manage to trade the fake for the real and still make them unaware?

When exactly?

He fell before the trunk?

Or after dodging the attack?

Or maybe earlier?

What's worse is ...... Is it really there?

This series of doubts was only a flash of thought, and when the giant hammer smashed the bubble, he only had time to be creepy, and shouted in horror: "Be careful! ”

But the next moment, he realized something from the horrified gazes of the others.

He felt his head fly high, tumbling and spinning in the air, and saw the headless blood-spurting body falling to the ground below.

Before his thoughts disappeared, the last thing he saw was three mana hands.

They silently appeared behind the three who had all been drawn to their own place, each striking a talisman.

……

At the moment when everyone's attention was attracted by the phantom body left by him, and the mood fluctuations were the most intense, the two flying swords that Meng Zhou controlled at the same time had quietly appeared behind the two strongest people and easily succeeded.

Zheng Sheng, who was at the eighth level of Qi training, and another monk who was at the seventh level of Qi cultivation instantly turned into a revenant soul under the sword.

While killing these two people in an instant, Meng Zhou set up another game with his hands.

His real body appeared behind Zheng Sheng and the others, so that the other three people saw that Zheng Sheng and the others were beheaded, and at the same time, they also saw themselves who showed their true bodies.

At that moment, their attention was completely attracted by the killing of Zheng Sheng and the others and their own appearance.

As a result, one Ice Talisman and two Flying Arrow Talismans from behind them were all easily captured.

The two named by the Flying Arrow Charm shot into the back of the head and out of the forehead.

A hole the size of a tail finger appeared in the middle of the forehead, and the blood and brain plasma that was well mixed shot out of it.

The person who was hit by the ice talisman had a layer of frost on his hands, feet, and limbs, and his face was filled with incredible fear.

He couldn't do anything but fear, not even move more.

And the Flying Arrow Talisman and the Ice Talisman that achieve such an effect are just master-level talismans.

Meng Zhou slowly approached step by step, standing opposite the only survivor.

After about a cup of tea, Meng Zhou lightly punched, and there was nothing unusual on the surface of the other party's body, but the viscera and bones all turned into a lump of mud under this palm.

Meng Zhou didn't even say a word of threat, but the other party, who knew that he was going to die, didn't resist a little, and answered all questions, and quickly solved the doubts in his heart.

From the perspective of He Shengtang, in order to protect their own interests, they naturally did not hesitate to show their fangs.

This is also to show the strength of those forces that have formed alliances with the association, after all, compared with the old signboards of the True Fu Pavilion, the background of Heshengtang is much shallow, for fear of being looked down upon and excluded.

Robbing and killing loose cultivators not only protects the interests of large groups, but also can be regarded as killing chickens for monkeys.

When they first started doing this, they were still relatively restrained, and they were even a little apprehensive in their hearts.

But later it was found that such an act was tacitly approved by everyone, and even other forces would vote when they were in their hands without any resistance.

Every robbery can bring a lot of profits.

This is much easier than earning spirit stones by yourself!

In this unconstrained environment, their minds became more and more wild, and their courage grew.

For example, after noticing the abnormality, he had obviously chosen to take the initiative to avoid it and changed his route, saying that he was not going to Hongsongling to stir up trouble, but to go somewhere else.

But these five people still had no intention of giving up, and intercepted themselves on this side of the mountain in advance.

If there is a reason for the original robbery, now, their purpose has become the robbery itself.

"It's just looking for death!"

Meng Zhou shook his head and continued to speed towards the depths of the mountain range.

(End of chapter)