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Shang looked at the rolling gray and black smoke in front of him, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, saying, "The centipede poison in his life hurts people's souls, damages people's souls, and spiritual consciousness. How can such a good thing be wasted in vain!"

After saying that, he danced with his hands and used an extremely strange and obscure technique, which gradually improved as his techniques.

Ancient and indescribable symbols emerged above his head.

The black smoke fell around the symbols and was gradually wrapped around the symbols above, gradually gathering and gathering.

Shang Yin smiled and shouted: "Spirit the spirit!"

Zhang Hao was shocked. Even ordinary foundation-building practitioners could do this spirit-guiding technique, but Shang used such a small technique to collect the centipede's natal centipede's poison. The key point should be those strange symbols.

The giant centipede looked at the black smoke it sprayed out, suddenly wrapped in a white light and disappeared into Zhang Hao's body.

The three-meter-sized body shook slightly, and the entire demon body seemed to have become a little bit shivered.

How could Zhang Hao miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

The body was erected, flying into the air like a meteor chasing the moon.

The escape technique, combined with the sword stabbing technique, launched the most fierce attack.

He held the giant axe in his hand and slashed towards the giant centipede's thousand feet like a madman.

The two of them joined forces to attack with amazing momentum.

The violent magic power in Zhang Hao's body was activated to the extreme. The sword light on the Lilong Sword Peak spewed out three feet long, wrapped in cold waves, leaving cold marks on the thousand feet of the giant centipede.

Holding the giant axe in one hand, he fully exerted his power of lifting heavy weights and lightness.

The two of them fought and forgot about Yu Ren.

Yu Ren held a huge battle knife and rushed into the huge deep pit. The magic tricks in his hand were pinched rapidly, and one by one fell swoop on the corpse of the man of the demon clan. The corpse of the man of the demon clan gradually shrank and rotated rapidly in the formation.

Yu Ren looked back at the three people above his head anxiously, and pinched the magic tricks in his hands faster.

The remaining sword cultivators behind him all showed a hint of cruelty on their faces.

One of the sword cultivators, who was about thirty years old, touched the hilt of swordsmanship, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

When he was casting a magic trick by Yan Quanshen, the flying sword behind him was controlled by his spiritual sense and suddenly flew out, and a murderous intent that seemed to be a substance erupted from the man.

The sharp sword move strangled towards Yu Ren, stirring up the flying snow around him, forming a beautiful circular gyro.

Amid the flying snow, a cold light emerged, and the sword tip pointed straight to the blade.

The magic trick in Yu Ren's hand suddenly stopped.

The huge battle knife that had been stuck obliquely beside him was controlled by his spiritual sense and suddenly flew out from the ground, and a burning and explosive aura emanated from the battle knife.

The red light swept across the sky and the snow on the ground flew around.

"Die!" Yu Ren shouted coldly.

A bright red blood line appeared on the middle-aged man's body, and his whole body was directly chopped in half. The spiritual power in his body gradually dissipated with the destruction of his body.

The scorching blood flowed out of the man's body, carving several twisted red lines on the ground, which were frozen by the cold weather.

But the murderous intent and the strong smell of blood in the air cannot be frozen.

Yu Ren looked back at everyone and said, "Who else do you want to steal the corpse of this demon clan?"

Everyone looked at Yu Ren with red eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look into his eyes.

Yu Ren was already wary of these people at this moment, and no longer covered up, shouting coldly: "You all retreat thirty feet away! Form a formation on the periphery to protect me. As long as I collect the corpses of this demon clan, I will definitely take you away safely!"

Everyone stepped back without saying a word.

Yu Ren looked at the corpse on the ground, and a scorching flame burst out from the sword in his hand. The flames fell on the corpse and burned rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the corpse turned into a ball of ashes.

The battle above the head became more and more intense.

Sword lights crisscrossed, and from time to time a stinking drop of blood fell from the sky. Occasionally, sword lights appeared several feet deep cracks from the ground strangled in the air.

The cultivator who was driven away by Yu Ren looked at the fierce battle in the sky, and felt a sense of fear in his heart.

One of the cultivators looked at the people beside him and said, "I think even if they were killed by the sword cultivators outside, they would be stronger than death. We are just his tools. The lives of a hundred brothers were sacrificed to a monster without even blinking. The remaining people of us were nothing to him. Now he was determined to collect the corpses of the demon clan, so we should take advantage of the place to leave. If we had the chance to leave here alive, I would find a dynasty managed by the generals of the Gods Dynasty. Even if we were to be a low-level city guard, it would be better than this day of worrying all day!"

Everyone hesitated when they heard the man's words.

A trace of decisiveness suddenly appeared on the man who was talking, and he said, "If you want to keep, stay! I'm leaving!"

After saying that, he used a low-level flying method and drove a sword light to fly towards the outside.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at the sword light flying towards him.

He looked at the Hongchen Sword disciple who had already emerged from the snow and waved his right hand, and all the disciples behind him retreated. At this time, Mo Xiaoqi slowly said to the man who was driving the sword light: "The head of the sect has an order, and only captures Yu Ren, and the idle people can leave by themselves!"

The man who flew over and looked at Mo Xiaoqi, and a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes and said, "Thank you!"

Mo Xiaoqi held the black sword and said coldly: "No need!"

Although Mo Xiaoqi had some sympathy for these low-level sword cultivators, if Zhang Hao ordered him to kill these people, he would definitely kill them without hesitation.

Because these people are also villains who bully others by virtue of their power.

Mo Xiaoqi hates villains.

The reason why Zhang Hao wanted to let these people go was because he wanted to establish an image. When the Hongchen Sword Sect owned a country, many plans would be much less hindered when they were launched.

After all, in this world, Zhang Hao does not rely much on the real strong man, but the casual cultivators in this world are the most able to store and are most willing to rely on a force that can be relied on.

His purpose is to build the most powerful force that can gather casual cultivators in the world.

As one person left, more people began to shake. Seeing that Mo Xiaoqi and the more than 200 people had no intention of stopping them, some of the cultivators even suspected that they had just left were in the same group as these people, but those suspicions were quickly broken.

Several more practitioners left one after another, and those who remained suspicious also began to leave.

Finally, in this snowy area, only two people in the air and a centipede were left fighting fiercely in the air.

And under the centipede.

Yu Ren finally put the body of the demon man and the green seedling into a magic weapon.

He looked at the fierce battles in the air, and hurried towards Mo Xiaoqi's location.

Mo Xiaoqi stood in the vast road with a black sword in his arms.

The yellow hair was already covered with snow.

Three miles ahead, a man was rushing towards here with a sword on his back. Mo Xiaoqi knew that he was Yu Ren.

The black sword in Mo Xiaoqi's arms buzzed and shattered sword lights rushing wildly from the sword body. With a crackling sound, a three-inch long mouth was cracked, and a cold light appeared on the black sword's body.

Mo Xiaoqi opened his eyes and looked at Yu Ren who had already walked ten feet in front of him and said slowly: "You can't leave!"
Chapter completed!