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After the divine fragments were integrated into Zhang Jun's body, they always used a transceiver, assisting intelligence and dream power storage. Zhang Jun obtained nearly 3,000 dream power and dream magic gems to store them. This dream power can strengthen the soul and spiritual power without side effects. This may be a good thing that other nightmares must not be missed. They will absorb these dream powers as soon as possible to make themselves stronger. But this is not that good for Zhang Jun. Since then,

After absorbing hundreds of points of dream power in the Matrix of Dream World, he has never absorbed so much dream power at once. The national martial arts realm is very important to control physical strength. If Zhang Jun absorbs too much dream power at once, it may cause him to be too heavy to control his own strength. Shaking hands with someone can crush the bones of his hand, and he will jump lightly and jump about a foot high when he walks. At that time, not to mention fighting with someone, it will be difficult to escape even if he runs.

Therefore, even in the Matrix, Zhang Jun did not have the idea of ​​absorbing Meng Yuanli significantly, because this not only could not help Zhang Jun get out of danger, but would affect Zhang Jun's control of his own power. But under the current circumstances, Zhang Jun had to bite the bullet and absorb Meng Yuanli to strengthen himself. Of course, in order not to affect the control and performance of his own power, Zhang Jun usually only absorbs more than ten points of Meng Yuanli a day, and he is definitely not greedy for too much. It is also because under this condition that Zhang Jun's national martial arts cultivation can quickly reach perfection in a short period of time.

The soul is much stronger and solidified, and Zhang Jun also absorbed more than 200 points of Dream Yuanli. Unfortunately, he still has not reached the level of Dream Demon. Zhang Jun even felt that Dream Yuanli was too pure. Although he could become stronger after he absorbed it, it was not helpful for him to advance to Dream Demon, unless he absorbed the Dream Demon gem containing the rules and mystery of the Dream World.

After several days, the prisoners were extracted from the cell from time to time. Some were dragged back to the cell with scars and blood, while others were gone forever. I don’t know if they were killed directly or had surrendered to Jue Wushen. Perhaps in order to make up for the misfortune that Zhang Jun had been in this dream world, the goddess of luck finally smiled coquettishly at Zhang Jun. Fortunately, Zhang Jun has not been asked to interrogate and torture since he was arrested, which saves a lot of flesh and blood.

In the cell, the passage of time was almost impossible to feel. Until one day, Zhang Jun, who was immersed in standing stakes in the noise of the cell, woke up, and his black-clothed ghost-faced outfit appeared in front of Zhang Jun again. At this time, Zhang Jun had already learned from many resentful martial arts people in the cell that these people were the personal guards of the Wushen Palace. Many people entered the cell because of their gifts.

The prisoners in the prison cells were rudely captured, and Zhang Jun was no exception. The other three people in the cell where Zhang Jun was also kicked out. Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes and clearly saw the elders of the Kuanglei Sect gathering together, and his ruthless expression flashed. They were masters everywhere in the world, and any force would not treat each other with courtesy. But here, even an ordinary prisoner could speak ill of harsh words, and had already been filled with resentment. If they were not afraid of resisting at this time, they would have risen up in groups.

Zhang Jun helped Chuchu, who was almost fallen by the ghost-faced man, thanked him softly. Zhang Jun smiled slightly and followed the martial arts people who were taken out of the prison from the prison. There were definitely more than so many people in the cell, but the others were either half of their lives or were tortured and incomplete in all limbs. For Jue Wushen, these people were just wasting food and could not be taken out at all.

On the way, Zhang Jun looked around from time to time. This was the Wushen Jue Palace. Of course, it was the Tianxiahui before it, but it was occupied by Jue Wushen and became the Wushen Jue Palace. The surrounding magnificent and majestic buildings, exquisite and attics, and the beacon tower towering high above the cliffs and into the sky and clouds can still vaguely see the momentum of the Tianxiahui's dominance of the world's marching rivers and lakes. Zhang Jun and dozens of others were led all the way to the back mountain of the Tianxiahui, and then in a basin, they were chained on countless pillars waiting for Jue Wushen's arrival.

Zhang Jun was locked with iron chains on both hands and feet, which shows Jue Wushen's cautious personality. Even when facing people who were poisoned by the scent bones, they would never relax their vigilance. Zhang Jun seemed to be closing his eyes to rest, but he secretly glanced around from the gaps in his eyes. Countless black-armored soldiers surrounded Zhang Jun and the others with spears. At the front of Zhang Jun, there were a large number of weapons confiscated, with swords and swords. Most of them were shining with cold and cold light, and there were swords of magic weapons. Most of these weapons were plundered from the martial arts sects that were wiped out by Jue Wushen. Some were even passed down from the heads of the sects for generations. Of course, it was very different from the main goods on the market. This was also the reason why Jue Wushen did not destroy them.

A pile of swords were placed on both sides of the road. On the platform in front, several black-clothed ghost-faced men were standing aside, as if waiting for someone. Facing the prisoner under the platform, a middle-aged man with yellow face and unshaven hair seemed to be very eye-catching at first glance, but when he looked closely, the other party's eyes were full of vicissitudes, and a faint aura flashed from the man. At that moment, Zhang Jun even wanted to ignore him. If the other party had not appeared in front of him, he really thought that the other party had merged into one with the wooden stake behind him and the world around him. Even if no one told Zhang Jun at this time, Zhang Jun was almost sure that this person was named Wu.

Next to Zhang Jun was Lei Jue, the leader of the Kuang Lei Sect and several other brothers. Chu Chu was right next to Zhang Jun. She looked at Bu Jingyun tied to the opposite side with her head raised and anxiously. She closed her eyes silently. Zhang Jun clearly reflected in her mind the scenery she had just seen, the arrangement of troops around and the most appropriate escape route. If you are not mistaken, this should be the plot of the movie Fengyun No. 2 Middle School. It was filmed a few years ago. Zhang Jun also downloaded it from the Internet. Unfortunately, the second Fengyun is obviously not as high as the first one. The computer stunts are too obvious. The online reviews are not very good. This does not affect Zhang Jun's understanding of this movie. If you guessed it wrong, Jue Wushen will be on the stage later.

As expected, a middle-aged man wearing black fine iron armor and wearing a Prajna Ghost King mask appeared in front of everyone, took off the huge ghost-faced helmet on his head and handed it to a person dressed in eunuchs behind him, revealing a domineering face, wearing a circle of black fine iron head protective armor that looked like a Saint Seiya's headband, standing on the supreme throne, looking down at everyone.

On the side, the young man in strong military uniform looked at the trapped people, with a hint of a rash smile on his lips and announced loudly: "Your emperor has handed over the throne to my father, and he is godless. Those who are willing to surrender will give him a bone antidote, get back weapons, and share the world with us. Those who are in line will prosper and rebellious will die!"

Jue Wushen said to Wuming at this time: "Wuming, hand over the secret book of returning to the sect of Ten Thousand Swords. From now on, you will be only under me in the world."

Zhang Jun looked coldly at Jue Wushen and his son Juexin persuaded him to surrender, but he secretly trembled his whole body with secret force, and the blood slowly accelerated to ensure that he could reach the strongest state when he needed to explode his strength. However, his palms slowly squirmed open, and the finger joints stretched like soft surfaces, trembling slightly. Once any problem occurred on the scene, Zhang Jun could get out of here as soon as possible.

Wuming's expression was calm, and Jue Wushen's words could not cause any turmoil in his heart. Wuming just spoke slowly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. "For thousands of years, China has suffered countless foreign lands and is still standing still. With your own army, you want to occupy the Central Plains. It's simply... delusion!"

Jue Wushen was furious, his face instantly dark as black as ink. Jue Xin was furious when he saw Jue Wushen, and his face darkened. He said to Wuming angrily: "Since you don't want to eat it, kill me!"

As soon as the word "kill" was released, all the black-armored soldiers around pointed their spears at Wuming's people. Even in front of Zhang Jun, three spear tips were pointed straight at their throats. For a moment, a solemn aura filled the entire space, as if blood was about to splatter in the execution ground the next moment.

Clang! The sound of the chain breaking, and the iron chains that Wuming tied his hands and feet exploded instantly. He tapped his fingers in the void, and there was no sound or light. A row of black-armored soldiers who were heading towards him fell silently. Looking closely, they saw that each of them had a clear blood hole in their throats, all killed by Wuming's invisible sword energy.

Wuming's actions seemed to be a signal. For a moment, all the martial arts masters who recovered their skills through antidotes all plucked up their internal forces to break the sperm on their limbs. Of course, there were one or two unlucky people who did not break the iron chain at the first time, and could only be killed by the spears poked out from all around. However, this was only a few after all. Zhang Jun was in the most awakened state at all times. He immediately curled the bones of his palm into a ball and pulled them out of the clamp lock on his wrist. Then he kicked the wooden stake at the foot, and the force penetrated into the wooden stake, as if a pack of explosives was buried in it. The wooden stake was blown into pieces at the same price and liberated his feet.

Snatch a spear and swing a spear. In the spear, this is called a fixed gun. Basically, a warrior can roughly know how to use the spear in his hand to exert the strongest power. Of course, only those martial arts masters who have been immersed in spear techniques for decades. As the saying goes, the moon stick and year knife will be the most difficult to master, and the gun technique is the most powerful weapon to kill and attack the enemy.

Zhang Jun swung his spear and penetrated the gun body. The gun body seemed to be spitting out a letter. A spear shadow flashed by, and dozens of blood columns suddenly ejected in front of Zhang Jun, and a row of black-armored soldiers fell down.

"Ah! Brother Yun!" A terrifying scream suddenly came from Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun shook his spear head and shot him reflexively. The tip of the spear brushed across Chu Chu's terrified cheeks with a slight difference, and accurately penetrated into the black armored soldier who was raising his gun to stab him at Chu Chu's eyebrows.

"Chu Chu!" With a loud shout, the palm prints of the sky fell from the sky, like fog and clouds, without any form. Silky mist of water spread out between the palm prints, making the palm technique look even more invisible. Zhang Jun's eyes were completely covered by the palm shadows. Countless palm prints between the white mist suddenly closed, and a strong figure had appeared beside Chu Chu. All the black-armored soldiers around had already fallen to the ground with blood and falling to the ground, and were shocked to death by the overwhelming palm force of the Paiyun Palm.

"Brother Yun!" Chu Chu relaxed his hands and feet, but he had already hugged Bu Jingyun, lying on his chest to relieve the horror in his heart. Bu Jingyun's cold eyes swept to Zhang Jun and nodded indecisively, as he thanked Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun did not think he was rude. After all, for him, who is known as the god of death, the nod just now represents recognition of Zhang Jun. Sometimes there is no need for too many words between warriors, and even just one look can understand the other person's temperament. Zhang Jun smiled at him, and then the gun rod on his hands shook, shaking the blood on the tip of the gun, and pointing the tip of the gun again at the black armored soldiers coming up around him.

"Chuchu, stay here." Bu Jingyun looked at Zhang Jun, then pushed Chuchu in his arms to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun and several elders of Kuanglei Sect gathered together. Chuchu was surrounded in the middle. The other black-armored soldiers slowly retreated. Although there were army and imperial power in this world, the warriors were above the two. At that time, there were countless capable people in Zhongdi, but Jue Wushen directly captured the emperor with his extraordinary cultivation level and drove off the throne. It is normal for the status of Zhongdi warriors to be the most trained strong men. It is normal to have fear when facing the extremely mysterious martial arts masters in their eyes.

Bu Jingyun's palms used a move to rush over and over again. The black-armored soldier who had not yet retreated was blown away by a powerful palm force, clearing out a large open space. With his light skills, his body was as fog as a fog and appeared in front of Father and son.

The palms were held in vain, and the fire charcoal illuminated in the surrounding fire brazier suddenly spewed out three feet of flames, and was gathered in the palm of Paiyun's palm. A ball of fire cloud appeared between Bu Jingyun's palms. Although Paiyun's palms needed to encounter water to exert the strongest power, they had already achieved the change of yin and yang in Bu Jingyun's hands, and the state of water and fire was in harmony. With the push of both palms, the fire cloud between the palms rushed towards the father and son of Juewu.

"Hmph!" Jue Xin snorted coldly, and in front of him, he had all his strength to disperse the fire clouds gathered by the row of cloud palms. But Bu Jingyun did not see any panic at all. Because this move was originally a move used by Bu Jingyun to confuse the opponent's eyes, the man had already jumped over with the Cloud Track Phantom Step. With a move, the dark clouds covered the sun showed endless black aura, just like the aura of the dark clouds rushing straight down, just in the middle of the Juewushen Xinkan point.

Just when everyone thought the overall situation was settled and Jue Wushen could not escape death, Bu Jingyun's face changed. If an ordinary person's heart was damaged, he would definitely die. But Bu Jingyun only felt a qi that was like a substance completely blocking his palm power, as if he hit Jue Wushen, but a solid piece of copper, and the power of the recoil was even heartbroken.

Bang! Jue Wushen smiled coldly and punched Bu Jingyun. Bu Jingyun vomited blood and returned, but he was secretly reminded that he had luck. If it hadn't been for not exercising his power to protect his whole body in an instant, Jue Wushen's punch just now would be enough to shock him to seriously injured.

"Let's go! Lao Wu, Lao Liu!" The seven elders and the head of the Kuang Lei Gate roared at this time, and they all rushed to Jue Wushen. The hands of each other stood against each other in a golden tower-shaped formation. The people behind them pressed against the backs of the two in front, and a trace of electric arc gathered between the palms. It was precisely because Kuang Lei Gate had this method that could gather all the skills of the same sects that Wushen was afraid of Jue Wushen.

The majestic thunder power gathered together, and emitted a powerful blow like a heavenly power. The strong fist power even gave everyone present a sense of the end of the world. However, only Zhang Jun looked at the actions of these people coldly. Only Zhang Jun himself knew that this could not help Jue Wushen. Jue Wushen's immortal golden body was extremely powerful. Unless he could find his fatal point, it would be difficult for even a magic weapon like a peerless good sword to break his golden body.

Sure enough, the powerful thunder force encountered Jue Wushen's killing fist and produced an explosion like thunder and fire. However, a three-foot air wall suddenly appeared outside Jue Wushen, and all the force was removed and turned to his side, plowing an arc of gully on the ground around him until he was behind him.

Ling Xiao, the killing fist, broke through the thunder power of several people in the next moment of the fight, and exuded a red and hot force in the desperate eyes of the Kuang Lei Sect.

Boom! Under the killing fist, the ground cracked layer by layer, and a gully that was three feet long and one foot wide appeared. Jue Wushen looked in the direction of Zhang Jun with a ferocious expression. In front of his left, the eight elders of Kuanglei Sect vomited blood and stood cross-legged to regulate their internal strength.

Just as the Killing Fist was about to kill the Kuangleimen, Zhang Junheng kicked out the spear in his hand. The powerful dark force attached to the spear was all acting on the Kuangleimen who were attacking Jue Wushen. How could they have thought that someone would attack at this time, and was swept out of the Killing Fist's range of killing by the long spear bar and avoided the disaster.

Jue Wushen saw Zhang Jun ruining his good deeds and looked at Zhang Jun fiercely. Zhang Jun felt a murderous intent coming to his face and wanted to turn around and escape. The powerful perception of nightmare brought Zhang Jun not only good, but also a powerful fear of danger. Just when Zhang Jun couldn't help but escape, a whirlwind appeared between Zhang Jun and Jue Wushen, blocking Jue Wushen's murderous intent, which made Zhang Jun relax.

With long white hair and a crazy knife in hand, Nie Feng suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jun, and there was nothing to say about Jue Wushen. With a move of Feng Zhuan Tower, a small tornado blew towards Jue Wushen. Unfortunately, this was just in vain. After tasting the power of Jue Wushen's immortal golden body, Nie Feng was also defeated and injured the muscles in his abdomen by the recoil force of the immortal golden body. (Someone asked why Feng Shen's legs were blocked, and the abdomen was injured. Please! Try it at home, kicked horizontally in the air, and felt that the leg muscles were exerting force.)

"The wind and clouds reappear, vulnerable!" Jue Wushen smiled coldly, and did not look at Feng Yun and the others again, but looked at Wuming in a blink of an eye. Wuming knew that he had to take action when he saw this scene.

With his hands raised, an inexplicable aura appeared on Wuming. If Wuming had just become the same as light and dust and was in harmony with the world, then Wuming would be like a sharp sword peak that soared into the sky, at the top of the sword path in the world, which was enough to make Wanjian bow his head.

A buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and many soldiers and others present found that the sword in their hands suddenly made a sharp sound, and the sharp blades of the divine weapons inserted around the fire plate also trembled inexplicably, as if cheering for their king. Crane! Swords suddenly popped out of the scabbard and flew towards Wuming. The swords inserted on the rocks in front of Father and son of Juewu also seemed to be attracted by a magnetic force, suspended around Wuming. Hundreds and thousands of sword edges suddenly stopped in front of Wuming and turned to Juewushen.

The buzzing sound of the sharp and fierce sound pointed directly at Jue Wushen. Wuming's sword pointed, and thousands of sword tips floated around slowly and slowly rotated. The sword tip kept ringing, as if cheering for his about to drink blood.

"Today! I will destroy the martial myth of the Wanjian Guizong with the immortal golden body!" Jue Wushen said solemnly. Although he had enough confidence in his immortal golden body, he had to be intimidated by the powerful reputation of Wanjian Guizong. His mentality was extremely vigilant, and he secretly used his twelve points of his skill to prepare to fight Wanjian Guizong.

All the people in the martial arts world who escaped from trouble and Jue Wushen's men stared at the duel between the two people in front of them. This was a peak battle related to life and death and the origin of the Central Plains. If Wuming wins, then Wushen Jue Palace's plan will definitely be shattered. If Wuming fails, then the land of Middle-earth will definitely fall into Jue Wushen's clutches.

But Zhang Jun did not have the energy to observe the poss of the two. He was constantly looking at the deployment of troops around to see if there was any place to break through. For Zhang Jun, who had already known the result, Wuming's failure was 100%. In fact, the original plot was not used at all. Just take a closer look and you could find that many swords in the slowly rotating swords in front of Wuming were trembling, and even a small number of swords fell down after the rotation of countless sword edges. This was Wuming's internal strength was not as good as that, but his injuries were not getting worse and forced to return to the sect, resulting in the fact that he did not have enough strength and spirit to control all the sword blades at all, so he had to give up some of the swords they were guarding to stabilize the other sword edges.

The sword forest in front of Wuming turned around, like a rotating vortex, with a large stream of sweat coming out of his head. Wuming held his hands and then pointed his fingers into a sword and pointed at Jue Wushen. The sword forest in front of him was thrown into the forest, forming a sword blade storm behind Wuming. With Wuming's sword finger, it was divided into three sword blades and long streams spiraled and intertwined each other, turning into a sword blade and rushing towards Jue Wushen.

The sharp murderous intent from countless sword blades gives people a feeling of dominating the world, as if they can only die under the sword edge. If they resist, it will be a tragedy of Wanren's dismemberment.

But Jue Wushen was not afraid of the sword flow in front of him. His fists stood against each other at his chest, his body leaned forward slightly, and a surging energy penetrated his body, and the circular aura formed a three-foot air wall in front of him, firmly protecting himself. If the blades of bullet-like speed hit the walls of Qi in front of Jue Wushen, countless broken blades were inserted on the walls of Qi, and the protective energy generated by the Immortal Golden Body was firmly locked and unable to move forward. Any sword blade can be regarded as a sharp blade of magic weapons in the world. Although it is not as good as the peerless sword and the Xueyin Mad Sword, it can also cut iron like mud. But now under the influence of the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong and the Immortal Golden Body, it can easily break into pieces like ordinary iron.

Jue Wushen was hit by Wan Ren and even urged the strongest power. The strongest internal force between his fists appeared through his body, and burned the fist gloves into a red color like flames. More and more sword blades were broken and inserted into Jue Wushen's protective qi wall, and the sword forest behind Wuming also sparse at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, when the sword rain was over, the air wall around Jue Wushen burst open wildly, and countless broken blades shot out everywhere. Countless broken sword blades on the ground surrounded Jue Wushen to form a circle with a diameter of two meters.

But at this critical moment, a straight and curved divine sharp edge suddenly broke through the broken blade that reflected towards Wuming, and inserted straight into the protective aura in front of Jue Wushen. It was Wuming's famous divine weapon-Hero Sword!

Crack! Jue Wushen's protective air wall made an ominous sound. The hero sword was inserted about half a foot before it was locked by the air wall. Seeing this, Wuming even pushed the valley with all his strength and pointed and pushed it. The hero sword was controlled by the energy force, and its power increased greatly and advanced ten centimeters again. It was only a little short of reaching Jue Wushen.

Wuming repeatedly activated the divine weapon connected to his heart and soul, and with a clanging sound, finally, the heroic sword inserted into Jue Wushen's armor under Wuming's third urging valley, and the entire sword tip was penetrated into it.

Jue Wushen was in a crisis and shouted loudly. The entire protective air wall completely shattered. If it was like glass, Jue Wushen also followed the broken force of the air wall and knocked the hero sword that was not strong enough to the ground.

The Immortal Golden Body vs. Wan Jian Guizong ended with the defeat of Wan Jian Guizong who was not in the state of Wan Jian Guizong. Jue Wushen looked at the people around him who had lost their voices for a while, and announced with a domineering aura that rivaled the world: "From now on, I am a myth!"

Zhang Jun slowly moved to the weak area on the side. Thanks to the battle between Jue Wushen and Wuming, he attracted the attention of everyone present. Zhang Junshen unconsciously lurked to an exit with weak forces. Taking advantage of this time, he suddenly avoided the spear of a black-armored soldier. The original spear was already blown into powder by Jue Wushen's fist when he knocked away the old ghosts at the Kuang Lei Gate.

As soon as the spear swung, countless gun flowers shook out. Suddenly, the bright red blood flowers bloomed with the silver-white gun flowers, sweeping across the three sides. There were only fists, feet and some weapons in the Huo Family Secret Sect's boxing. It happened that Zhang Jun chose guns and knives at the beginning. Zhang Jun did not like swords, which require high skills, but liked domineering weapons such as guns and knives. At that time, Zhang Jun stood for a stake with a gun for a year, lifted the guns as flat as possible in front of him, and slowly felt the distribution of the force on the gun. This method is called listening to the gun in the Huo Family Secret Sect's boxing weapon cultivation method, which can quickly train himself and the gun to combine the gun with the gun.

Now Zhang Jun’s shooting skills are like a dragon between his hands. He killed all the dozens of people blocking the road within a few seconds and rushed out of a bloody path.

"Let's go!" With a loud roar, Zhang Jun forced the black-armored soldiers who were surrounded again, and transformed the force into the gun head. He rushed into the black-armored soldiers without regrets. These black-armored soldiers were originally soldiers under the Central Earth Emperor, but they surrendered because of the power of Wushen Jue Palace. They would also give in with some strength. Now when they meet a master like Zhang Jun, they know that when they meet a tricky guy, most of them will not work hard. The black-armored soldiers who want to make some achievements will all become the dead souls under Zhang Jun's gun.
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