As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death. Perhaps many people feel fearless about death when chatting, but when life is really threatened, the fear engraved in the soul will make most people in the world People and immortals knelt down and begged for mercy.
At this moment, facing Shangguan Sheng, who was as powerful as an ancient demon in front of him, the blond man trembled and responded with his spiritual consciousness, expressing his willingness to sign.
Shangguan's promotion was not surprising, nor did he mean to ridicule him. He just patted the man's head calmly, and Guipu also offered a spiritual contract thoughtfully.
Under the desperate gaze of his companions, the blond man trembled with his hands and prepared to sign, but the next second, snow suddenly fell in the sky.
On a sunny day, heavy snow fell silently, which was full of weirdness. When the blond people who were kneeling saw the snow, they became excited and shouted to each other. Even those who were originally preparing to The blond man who signed the contract also stopped abruptly and glared at Shangguan Sheng.
The fat Demon Chef raised his head, looked at the heavy snow, then raised his spatula and waved it, and a semicircular cover appeared in an instant, directly blocking the snowflakes.
The other magic monks discovered that in the blue sky above them, there stood a blond old man holding a staff and wearing a strange crown.
At this moment, the old man's eyes were staring directly at Shangguan Sheng, and Shangguan Sheng was not afraid at all. He stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the old man.
Not long after, vast spiritual consciousness was released in everyone’s minds:
"Hello friends from China."
The blond old man in the sky looked at Shangguan's promotion and showed a kind smile:
"I am St. Peter, the first pope of the Catholic Church. My friend, can you please let my followers go? They are all children of God."
(Note: Saint Peter, also known as Saint Peter, is the first pope of the Catholic Church, the leader of Christianity in ancient times, and the first of the twelve apostles of Jesus.)
At this moment, after listening to the old man's words, Shangguan Sheng smiled domineeringly, and his spiritual consciousness responded:
"It's you, an old man who is pretending to be a ghost and wants to come to China to preach? Who is your master?"
Realizing Shangguan Sheng's spiritual consciousness, Saint Peter responded: "My master is God, and everything is God's will. We must save the suffering people of China."
As soon as these words came out, all the demonic monks couldn't help laughing. This old man is so funny. The people of China have lived a peaceful life for three hundred years. Do they need you to save them? Invasion is just aggression, and these nonsense are really going to set up a memorial for yourself.
Shangguan Hamigua looked even more impatient:
"Dad, stop talking nonsense to this old man, just chop him down and see if his god comes to save him."
Shangguan Sheng also had this intention, his whole body's momentum surged, countless black lights condensed behind him, and a huge black dog's head appeared directly.
And Saint Peter, who felt the ultimate spiritual power in his body, also changed his face slightly.
This man is not an ordinary great mage, his strength is actually not inferior to mine!
In the field, Shangguan Sheng, who was shining with black light all over his body, waved to the old man:
"Don't be afraid, I will teach you how to be a good person!"
Saint Peter remained motionless, his face grim.
"What? Are you scared?"
Shangguan Sheng, who loves to show off the most in his life, sneered disdainfully, and then his body disappeared instantly with a "crash".
The next moment, Saint Peter felt a terrifying aura as vast as the abyss coming from behind him.
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"Look at the knife!"
The huge Dageng bronze weapon was chopped down head-on, and a long-tongued ghost was immediately split into two by the sharp blade wrapped with zhenqi. Finally, only one long tongue fell to the ground, and after two jumps, it was completely stunned.
At this moment, Lin Xiaolu was surrounded by more than thirty ghost cultivators but was not afraid at all. His whole body was filled with colorful glow, with a five-color ring on his back, and his eyes were cold and arrogant.
He changed from forehand to backhand, holding the Dageng bronze weapon behind his back. The long blade naturally dragged on the ground. Then he glanced at the ghost cultivators around him, lowered his posture, and squatted down to draw the sword.
"Why don't you say anything? Are you attracted by my sharp movements?"
In the field, Lin Xiaolu's figure became lower and lower, and he said coldly to the ghost monks around him:
"Since you don't say anything, I will chop you all to death and leave one alive for questioning."
After saying that, he sprinted fiercely, and the Dageng bronze weapon slashed upwards, setting off a fierce wind!
Japanese swordsmanship - Fuhu's ultimate sword style!
At the same time, in the sky, Xiao Yu'er was facing two ghost cultivators in the Dan Formation realm at the same time.
Compared to Lin Xiaolu, Xiao Yu'er's spiritual method is actually relatively simple. The extremely powerful Heavenly Dao Foundation Building combined with the star-catching hand can be said to destroy the world. Even Li Mingru back then, at Xiao Yu'er's current age, Far inferior to her.
"Roar!"
In the sky, two pill-forming ghost cultivators summoned several fierce ghosts from their bodies at the same time, and the shrill roars resounded throughout the night sky. Facing this astonishing army of fierce ghosts, Xiao Yu'er stretched out her little hand and fought hard from left to right. One wave.
A huge invisible hand appeared immediately, sweeping away countless ghosts like an autumn wind sweeping down fallen leaves.
Her fighting method is very simple, she slaps people with her big palm, or pinches them with her big palm.
In the sky, she just swung her palm left and right. She could use her big palm to defend or attack. It was both offensive and defensive, simple - and powerful!
"boom!"
At this time, there was another loud noise below, and a large hole was opened in the back wall of a private house. A ghost cultivator of the Danjie Realm rolled out of the hole with countless gravel and dust, and could not be seriously injured.
At this moment, fierce fighting sounds were still resounding in the private house. Soon after, two more Ghost Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm smashed into the wall of the house and flew out.
"Bah, there's so much dust in this house, I can eat a mouthful of ashes."
Lin Xiaolu walked out of the hole in the wall with a big knife in hand.
He first looked at the two Ghost Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm and saw that they were both dead, then he looked at the Ghost Cultivator at the Core Formation Realm who was still lingering.
"Brothers, why don't you say anything?" Lin Xiaolu walked towards him with a knife in his hand and praised: "When I was slashing you just now, a buddy was killed by me without even making a sound. , Zhen Te Niang is a tough guy."
As he said that, he held up the big sword and looked at his sister in the sky. Seeing that she could handle it, he continued to look at the pill-forming monk in front of him and said:
"It's only been one night since I caught that ghost sister, but so many people have come here, do you want to kill people and silence them? Do you have some secret conspiracy that you don't want Emei and other sects to know about? You can choose to tell me, and I will give you You can have a good time, you can choose not to tell, and then I will capture you in Emei and hand you over to Tangyuan, believe me, you don’t want to see Tangyuan, he is a peerless genius that even I am afraid of."
While talking, Lin Xiaolu prepared to continue killing people, but the already injured monk showed no fear when he saw it.
He looked at the strong young man in front of him and finally spoke hoarsely:
"The sky in China is about to change, boy, everyone will die, including you!"
After saying that, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead!
"boom!"
A wisp of blood mist exploded from the back of his head, and then the monk twitched slightly, then fell to the ground and died on the spot.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned by this sudden scene, while Shuai Shuaiya and Tang Xin in the inn were also watching this scene from a distance.
"We have to go back to Emei quickly, I feel like something big is going to happen." Tang Xin frowned.
The handsome duck also nodded.
It was thinking about a series of things that had happened recently, and it always felt like they were too coincidental.
From Japanese monks participating in the Yellow Sky Mirage, to Xiaolu saying that the Shangguan family encountered strange foreign monks, and now ghost cultivators have reappeared in the world.
What the hell is going on?
