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Suddenly, the two people with their fingers interlocked soared, and the killing machine loomed.

"Give me death!"

Ji someone burst into tears.

Suddenly, an indestructible spiritual pressure swept through the radius.

At this time, the two of them were already secretly united, and with the mana provided in Ji Nineteen's body as support, the Murong Yun Dao Plate, which had been exhausted to the bottom, was revived.

The origins that survived in the meantime were revived.

The plain white little hand and the white big hand were raised simultaneously, and the crystal small sword slashed out.

There weren't any fancy direct attacks on the several Transformation Realm cultivators in the center of the encirclement.

Murong Yan's pretty face like white paper also became ruddy, and her eyes were even more murderous.

She has never suffered so much, she is a big lady who has a temper that must be avenged, and she can bear it.

With a little mountain rock under his feet, the even more massive highly concentrated spiritual power has already been extended to the earth's veins.

And Ji's five crystal plates were also silently mixed with a large number of small swords and lurked towards the established position.

"It's just a dying struggle, just laughing!"

A middle-aged male cultivator in Mai was suspended in mid-air, calmly.

The rest of the people also showed disdain.

In their eyes, these two are just a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

When he was about to pick the fruit, he killed such a guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Everyone knew that the Transformation Realm cultivator was not so easy to kill, but now he had put the other party in a desperate situation, and that female cultivator had already been exhausted by them before.

At this time, they were just lambs to the slaughter.

As soon as they got started, these people felt that something was wrong.

The small swords that swarmed in were much more powerful and numerous than the small swords that the female cultivator had put down just now.

Ordinary magic weapons can't defend against this thing, but there are a few people who have magic weapons that are good at defense, at least not the few people present.

It's just that the mana is still used to consume it.

Either cast a mana wall to isolate it, or swing a large hand condensed by pure mana with both hands and slash it into the swept cluster of small swords, or spread out their big palms to catch these small swords like a big net catching fish.

In short, everyone is in a hurry to deal with the first wave of offensive when Ji arrives.

However, they are not worried about what these two people will do, after all, they have taken advantage of the right time, place and people.

It was only a matter of time before they were killed.

"Oh no, it's foggy!"

It's not the one on the periphery who roared in a panic.

It was only in the inner circle of the encirclement that several Transformation Realm cultivators realized the abnormality.

In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain was shrouded in an inexplicable spiritual mist.

In the end, what was left to everyone was Ji someone's narrow eyes and a sly smile that bent half a way.

Murong Yan, who had regained his former vigor, had long since disappeared in the thick mist.

"Formation!"

"Huddle!"

“......”

These Transformation Realm cultivators only had time to command like this.

But before they could retreat into the phalanx of their outer disciples, they lost contact with them.

One by one, it was as if they had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, obviously traveling in a straight line, but inexplicably went around a big arc and returned to the same place.

These people thought that the newcomer was just targeting the low-level monks on the periphery, and when they wanted to consult the Transformation Realm cultivators who were still closely besieging them just now, they suddenly found that the contact with these people had also been cut off.

I can't distinguish between east and west, north and south, and I can't find half a companion.

The scythe of death has long been opened, mercilessly harvesting life.

Of course, the two of them are looking for soft persimmons to pinch.

The first to suffer, of course, was the phalanx of low-ranking monks who were on the periphery and were divided into large chunks.

Don't underestimate Murong Yan's revenge.

With the mana support of Ji Nineteen, the origin in the Dao Pan rolled out, and as long as the crystal small sword came out, it was a sword that went straight in, often a row of small swords flew by, bringing up hundreds of heads.

By the time the little sword was returned, those blood-colored fountains that seemed to have been carefully choreographed had just entered the climax.

Then the head rolled to the ground, and the stiff body fell.

But Ji was reduced to a layman, only responsible for killing those souls that escaped from the body and collecting loot.

For a while, the screams in the spiritual mist came and went, like purgatory on earth.

Of course, these voices were processed by Ji someone, deliberately allowing others in the trapped formation to hear them.

Moreover, it came from all directions, and at first many cultivators thought that this was the person who set up the formation to scare them.

When Murong Yan, whose eyes were red, slaughtered their phalanx, he realized that the screams that had been heard in his ears before meant that a cultivator had fallen.

However, when they came to the realization that they had either lost their bodies, or they were watching their big heads roll off, and their broken necks were really spurting blood springs.

What follows them is eternal darkness.

There was no time left for them to reminisce about this body.

It can be seen that the two of them hate them to the core.

Murong Yan, who took the lead, destroyed his body to vent his anger, and Ji someone, who started it, was a soul hypnotic with his hot hands, and he personally pinched and exploded I don't know how many souls it was.

They didn't let go of the resources they carried with them for survival, and even their mutilated bodies were temporarily collected by Ji and left for the follow-up to be dealt with slowly.

Now he knows no less than dozens of cruel methods of using the flesh and bones of monks, as well as the internal organs.

Some are used to refine blood pills, some are used to refine marionette-like walking corpses with the body of a monk, and some use the body of these monks as medicine to heal their wounds, and of course there is no shortage of ways to use these things as additives to refine magic weapons or something.

Always don't underestimate the immortal civilization that has existed for an unknown number of years, their wisdom is not only developing for the better, but also making the best use of the various resources around them, and cultivators like them are of course also listed as one of the irreplaceable resources.

It's just that these unseemly deeds are all carried out behind the scenes, and it is simply a rich history of the dark immortal cultivation civilization.

And it continues.

Although Ji despises these, it does not prevent him from using them.

This is the consequence of angering this husband and wife, and it is quite light to break the bones and scatter ashes.

When the soul is pinched and scattered, the possibility of reincarnation is lost, and the body will be ruined by them to the fullest use.

Killing an astonishing number of low-ranking monks was only a matter of moments.

The next thing is that those Transformation Realm cultivators are going to suffer.

The first thing I found was of course the middle-aged male cultivator in Mai, but he played gongs in nine out of ten places, and he was the one who danced the most when he was besieging Murong Yan.

At this time, he was still running around in the formation, and he couldn't figure out how the situation could be reversed in an instant, even though he had the advantage. (To be continued.) )