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Along the way, Zhang Jun didn't know how many people he killed, but he only knew that the Meng Yuanli he had soared at a visible speed. Not only did he replenish the Meng Yuanli he consumed for more than ten days, but he continued to refresh it. He reached more than 4,000 points before he stopped. Zhang Jun rushed down along the way, and the spear in his hands had long broken. At this time, a three-foot long sword snatched from somewhere in his hand. The sharp blade had already been stained with blood and solidified into a black blood clot. I wonder if it was because of killing too many people, but a shocking evil aura appeared on the blade full of collapse.

A bloodshot appeared in Zhang Jun's eyes. He looked behind him and fought fiercely for a day before he got rid of the pursuers behind him. In fact, Zhang Jun didn't have to be so chased, but who made him choose to follow Wuming, Bu Jingyun and others? You must know that Jue Wushen was extremely afraid of Wuming. After all, he also took advantage of Wuming's poisoning skills and gained a little success. At this time, he had already broken the undefeated myth of Wuming's martial arts myth. The plan to use Wuming's defeat to attack the morale of the Middle Earth martial arts world and achieve his reputation has been successful. If Wuming does not kill, it will be harmful to Jue Wushen. Therefore, behind Wuming, not only ordinary cavalry chased him, but also many ghost-faced Rakshasa cavalry with martial arts skills. If several elders of the Kuanglei Gate sacrificed their own way to intercept him, he and others would not be able to escape here at all.

Zhang Jun looked tired, but he dared not relax at all, so he snatched a sudden stagger. Zhang Jun was thrown forward, and he fell to the ground at a speed of more than a hundred miles per hour, rolling out dozens of meters away.

Yes! "Wow~" Wuming and others in front of him heard something was wrong behind him, so they stopped and turned around. They found that the horse under Zhang Jun had fallen to the side and kicked his legs and feet. They were so tired that they could not get up.

"Stop, everyone stop." Wuming shouted, and Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng around him slowed down their horses and walked towards Zhang Jun with his horse.

Zhang Jun stood up and looked at the horse that fell to the ground. The big eyes looked at Zhang Jun with watery eyes, and a trace of white foam appeared on the corner of the horse's mouth. Even a thousand-mile horse could not stand it. Although this horse was a rare good horse, he fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

"Is it okay? Little brother?" Wuming asked when he saw Zhang Jun squatting in front of the horse that fell to the ground. However, Zhang Jun shook his head and said, "Let the horse rest for a while. It takes a day and a night. People can't stand the horses even if they can. If they run, the horses will be exhausted."

"Well! Everyone rested." Wuming nodded and said to Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng beside him. They also nodded and helped the injured people down. After all, they were still carrying women and wounded, and the long-term bumps made them extremely tired.

But Zhang Jun looked at the big watery eyes of the fallen horse in front of him, sighed and shook his head, "I don't need to thank me, I just don't want to walk with my legs." As he said that, his fingers were like a lightning point in the horse's body, and his palms slapped the horse's abdomen, as if he was hitting a drum, making a dull sound, and dozens of hits, then he put his hands on the horse's chest. The muscles on his arms exerted force one after another, driving waves of dark force into the horse's chest and abdomen, stimulating the circulation of the heart and blood, and rekindled the blood that was delayed due to insufficient oxygen supply. The thumping sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder. Finally, when it reached its peak, the horse fluttered and stood up again.

"This... what did you do?" The heavy footsteps approached Zhang Jun with a dull sound. Zhang Jun moved a step beside him without a trace, then turned to look at the person who came, with a baby face, a belly with a big knife like a pig knife on his waist, and looked at Zhang Jun and the horse that had already climbed up in front of him with a strange look. Zhang Jun trembled without trace. This man turned out to be the Pig Emperor, known as the third sword in the world. Although there was not much plot in the storm, his friends Evil Emperor and Sword Emperor were very involved with Nie Feng.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It's really good! Boy, which kid did you use to save this exhausted horse back?" The Pig Emperor looked at Zhang Jun with an excited look, as if he wanted to break Zhang Jun's brain and see what method was used.

Zhang Jun retreated without a trace, and three feet away from the Pig Emperor, then replied: "The tricks of carving insects are all small tricks that make the Pig Emperor laugh." As he said and laughed, the Pig Emperor seemed to notice Zhang Jun's movements and pretended not to know, "Is that so? This is not a simple thing! Since you, a kid, don't want to reveal the master's sect, I, Pig Emperor, will not have to force others. Haha! But when did I become so famous in the world? Hahaha..."

The Pig Emperor smiled and returned to the bag, taking out the dry food and distributing it to everyone. Zhang Jun's face changed, but then calmed down. It seemed that no one in the dream world was a fool! Even his instinctive protection and vigilance were felt. Zhang Jun had to sigh. This kind of protection has always been the self-protection instinct of a warrior. You must know that the martial arts world in Chinese martial arts are essentially different from these so-called martial arts people. Although the layman seems to be similar to both, he must

Knowing that a Chinese martial arts practitioner is a killing move. Killing an enemy with all his strength is called a Chinese martial art. The winner is only in an instant, and the winner is born and loser dies, which is simple and straightforward. However, any martial arts master such as Pig Emperor has not practiced advanced martial arts. After reaching a great success, they can automatically generate internal strength for protecting their bodies. Generally, if two people fight, they will not stop without turning over. Moreover, even if they are injured, they can use internal strength to heal their injuries. This is much different from the battle between Chinese martial arts.

Therefore, the master of national martial arts would not turn his back to anyone within three feet, even his closest friend. When Zhang Jun followed Huo Yuanjia to visit Sun Lutang of Xingyi Sect in Hebei, Zhang Jun had no idea of ​​the sky and earth, and violated this taboo. If Huo Yuanjia had not helped him in time, Zhang Jun would have been beaten to death by Sun Lutang on the spot. So after this, Zhang Jun also deeply developed this habit and would never turn his back to anyone within three feet of his, even if the other party was familiar with him.

Of course, the Pig Emperor was not very dissatisfied with Zhang Jun's vigilance. After all, Zhang Jun had just escaped and helped them kill many pursuers. The Ghost Rakshasa were solved by Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng. Faced with those black armored soldiers, Zhang Jun, who had a long-lasting strength, helped most of them solve the problem. If it weren't for Zhang Jun, then they would have to spend a lot of internal energy to kill the black armored soldiers. Is it still a question whether they can escape at that time?

Zhang Jun also got some food and finished it in a few bites. Zhang Jun spent a lot of effort all the way. Now that he had rested, his belly was like a drum. The food in his hand was not enough. After looking at Wuming who had finished eating dry food and meditating and healing his wounds, Zhang Jun simply took the opportunity to go out and beat a pheasant and then roasted it and ate it.

When Zhang Jun finally felt seven or eight full, the Pig Emperor, who had been fully exploring around, also came back. As soon as he came back, the Pig Emperor sniffed and said with regret: "It seems that I'm late! The roast chicken is gone." Then he looked at Wuming, who was still meditating for luck, and Lei Jue and Lei Tian, ​​who were only left in the Kuanglei Gate, and said to the terrifying ghost tiger beside him: "Why are your master so seriously injured?"

"The toxicity has not been completely eliminated. When the master fought against Jue Wushen, he forced his power to urge Wan Jian to return to the sect, and was seriously injured." Guihu said slowly in a hoarse voice.

Wuming looked calm and knew best about his injuries. This Ma Xiang Bone is a strange poison. The toxicity of a poisoned person depends entirely on his own internal strength. If there is no internal strength, there is no difference between poisoning and not poisoning. If the internal strength is deeper, the deeper the poisoning, the harder it is to drive away. Zhang Jun was fed Ma Xiang Bone but nothing happened.

"With my current injury, I'm afraid it will be difficult to heal in a short period of time."

After Wuming finished speaking, everyone around him fell silent. Now their only hope was Wuming, the martial arts mythology Wuming, but if even Wuming could not recover in a short period of time, then they had no choice.

"Damn it! Puff!" Lei Tian, ​​the only remaining elder in Kuanglei Sect, said furiously. Unfortunately, he didn't say a word and caused his internal injuries. A mouthful of black blood spurted out. However, the head of Kuanglei Sect smiled bitterly, "Junior brother, just say a few words. You and I have no internal injuries. If you and I are not seriously injured, the reckless liver fire will aggravate the injury."

"Bah! If that little bastard hadn't plotted against us at the critical moment when we were fighting with Jue Wushen, how could we be so seriously injured? It would have made all the other six brothers..." Speaking of this, he looked at Zhang Jun sitting aside with hatred.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun sneered, "If I hadn't shot you away with that shot, you eight brothers would have seen the King of Hell long ago, and you still have the life to yell at me here." Zhang Jun was furious. If he hadn't been able to talk to them in prison and couldn't bear to let them all be destroyed, so he would have taken the risk of saving them and the ghost would have paid attention to them.

At this time, Lei Tian was still dissatisfied and wanted to refute, but Lei Jue suddenly stopped and said, "Junior Brother Tian, ​​it's too much!" Lei Tian kept silent but still glared at Zhang Jun fiercely when he heard this.

The others didn't speak, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that Zhang Jun's actions did save the people from the Kuanglei Sect, because Jue Wushen's final scene of resisting Wanjian Guizong was so shocking. Everyone present, even the strongest Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, joined forces, did not dare to say that they would definitely survive under Wanjian Guizong, but Jue Wushen really did it, which shows how high his skills were.

"Enough, I, the old pig, also know how to repay kindness. Everyone saw the power of Jue Wushen's punch, can only eight of you stop it? If it weren't for the little brothers slapped you away with one stick, you would probably have been brothers in the underworld. If it weren't for the face of your sacrificed fellow disciples, I would have slapped you twice, so that you could know how to write the word "kindness and righteousness!" The Pig Emperor cursed violently, making Lei Jue Lei Tian and the other side of the Kuanglei Gate look embarrassed.

"Everyone, my junior brother just lost his brother. He was in a state of grief. Please forgive him!" Lei Jue said at this time. After all, he was his brother and only two of them were left in the Kuanglei Sect, so he had to say something nice to him.

Wuming saw that everyone was having a dispute at this time and said, "Now is not the time to argue about this. Jue Wushen has invaded Middle Earth and will never give up until he achieves his goal. The most hopeful person to defeat Jue Wushen is Jingyun and Nie Feng, but with their current skills... If you want to defeat Jue Wushen, you must improve your skills."

"Senior, what should we do?" Nie Feng asked intently.

"Hmph! Isn't it easy to improve my skills?" Zhang Jun said suddenly, but he focused everyone's attention on Zhang Jun. He was stared at by so many martial arts masters. Zhang Jun looked at the people around him coldly.

He smiled, Zhang Jun looked confident, which made Nie Feng unable to help asking: "Is this brother's surname?" "Submitted to Zhang Jun." Zhang Jun took out the knife full of gaps in his hand. Even though this knife was good, after Zhang Jun rushed over, the blade also collapsed countless fine gaps. "I have long admired the name of the Feng God Nie Feng, and it is indeed better to meet him than to be famous."

Nie Feng smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "The title of Jianghu is not worthy of the truth. But I don't know what Brother Zhang said just now, what is the purpose of it?"

"Nothing? It's just that I want to kill Jue Wushen, but it's impossible to kill Jue Wushen with the power of Fengyun and the others now. Unless those older martial arts masters take action, it's a pity that it's not easy to find an older master who can compare with Jue Wushen, and even if I find it, he may not take action. More importantly, we don't have much time left..."

"What?" Wuming said strangely, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun and others looked at Zhang Jun at the same time, and the implications of Zhang Jun's words were expressed in words.

Zhang Jun looked at the people coldly, with a smile on his lips, which was a smile that seemed to have succeeded in his tricks. "Yes, we don't have much time, because soon Jue Wushen will dig out the entire Middle Earth's dragon veins and destroy them. At that time, the entire Middle Earth will be flooded by war. Is it time very tight??"

Zhang Jun said insidiously. Zhang Jun can only count one small character in the team composed of Wuming, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun. I am afraid that only Chuchu and Bu Jingyun have some affection for Zhang Jun. Even if Wuming is seriously injured in front of him, he is at least in Zhang Jun's perception. It is conceivable how terrifying he will be when he wins. Not only that, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng are also at the Black Iron Level or even at the top of the Black Iron Level. It is too easy to kill Zhang Jun, a person who has not even reached the Black Iron Level. So if Zhang Jun does not have much ability to let them pay attention to it, Zhang Jun will undoubtedly be excluded from the next action. Therefore, Zhang Jun has to use his ability to be prescient to make them feel mysterious about himself, so that Zhang Jun can grasp the next rhythm and master the initiative of the conversation.

"What dragon vein?" Nie Feng was speechless, but Bu Jingyun said coldly: "I believe in nonsense?"

"Nonsense?" Zhang Jun smiled, as if mocking Bu Jingyun, and suddenly said coldly: "When Huangdi fought against Chiyou, he became one of the three emperors of heaven and earth, gathered the beliefs of heaven and earth, and achieved the body of the true dragon. Finally, he used his true dragon body to connect it into the dragon vein of the Middle Earth as a sealed object. This made Middle Earth not captured even if it faced several foreign invasions within a thousand years. But if the Yanhuang Corpse Dragon Vein, which is the strongest sealed object, was seized, the dragon vein of the Middle Earth will undergo a huge change, and war and disasters will come to Middle Earth."

"You still think this is nonsense now?" Zhang Jun smiled and looked at Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun and Wuming, who were covered in haze on one side. Bu Jingyun finally said: "This is just a legend, not trustworthy." The god of death said coolly, but his hands firmly held the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"The golden scales are not something in the pond, but they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds; the roar of the nine heavens will change in the sky, and the wind and clouds will swim in shallow waters. Success and failure are also storms. Is this also a legend? If the Clay Bodhisattva is just a legend, how can you achieve this today??" Zhang Jun still sneered. Although the deeds of Fengyun and the two in front of him are not secrets, they will not be spread throughout the world. Except for a few people who are very close to Fengyun, no one knows these two sentences.

Sure enough, two powerful winds of the cut surface flashed by. After Zhang Jun came back to his senses, Feng Yun and his neck were already mounted with swords. The two murderous intents were intertwined. Under Zhang Jun's keen perception, they not only did not influence each other, but instead intertwined together to form a force that could attract the killing energy of heaven and earth. The learning and use of the native powers of the dream world, or the adaptation to the dream world is far better than Zhang Jun's alien nightmare, but the same is true, the sensing of the dream world is far inferior to Zhang Jun. Therefore, Zhang Jun can clearly feel a powerful force derived from the murderous intent of Feng Yun. This force is as domineering as thunder, and as continuous as the storm produced by the nurturing storm. This is the secret of Feng Yun's joint efforts to generate super power.

"Say, who are you??"

"Why do you know our secret?" Two questions asked from Fengyun and the others. Although Zhang Jun was put on a sword, he could even feel the sharp edge on his neck. The two cold fronts brought Zhang Jun a bit of chill, and Zhang Jun could even feel his blood being stagnant in this chill.

"I believe that you don't want me to die at all. I will guide you how to defeat Jue Wushen." Zhang Jun said lightly, not caring about the two magic weapons on his neck, but only Zhang Jun knew that his heart had already become a small drum.

Wuming heard this and advised: "Jingyun, Nie Feng, let him explain. I believe he will not be bad for us. Little brother, you can tell me your origin."

Fengyun heard this and indeed moved the blade away from Zhang Jun's neck, looked at Wuming, and the murderous intent slowly disappeared. Zhang Jun touched his neck, and the chill there was still on his neck. Zhang Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "In the Xiaguigu Sect, we know astronomy and geography, and we know everything about the secrets of the rivers and lakes. Can we hide this secret of the rivers and lakes from me?"

"I haven't heard of it? Could it be the Xuanmen?" The others were stunned and then all confused. Of course, they didn't know about the sect made up by Zhang Jun. If they knew this sect that did not exist at all, Zhang Jun would be surprised! "Maybe you have heard of the person Clay Buddha, and you can compare me with him, but I won't talk so much like him that I am not a human or a ghost."

"Then you... Sure enough, you are so reverent." Nie Feng said with a solemn look on his face. He respected such people who have extremely profound knowledge of metaphysics, even if the other party has no martial arts skills, these people in the world would also respect each other very much. For example, when Xiongba was the first Xiongba, the Clay Bodhisattva enjoyed the VIP treatment in the Xiongba World Association. If it weren't for the humble words that the Clay Bodhisattva had to predict that the storm would be swim in shallow water, they would not have been imprisoned by Xiongba.

Now that Zhang Jun appears here, you can predict how much effect it will be. Now the other people's eyes at Zhang Jun were immediately different, which was also the result Zhang Jun wanted. At this time, Zhang Jun spoke: "To defeat Jue Wushen, Fengyun must enhance his skills."

"I don't know how to enhance my skills?" Nie Feng asked Zhang Jun for advice, but Zhang Jun said seriously: "It is better to become a demon in one move than to practice Taoism for a thousand years. Orthodox internal energy cultivation will not be effective for decades, and now there is no time to improve internal energy. Fortunately, you two have Qilin blood and are very demonic. The best way now is to find the first evil emperor, abandon Taoism and become a demon, and to induce the Qilin blood in your body, and transform into Qilin demon."

"What? This is too dangerous!" Wuming refused immediately after hearing this. For Wuming, Bu Jingyun was half of his apprentice, while Nie Feng's character was something he paid great attention to, and he wanted to sacrifice the two of them. Wuming disagreed.

"When it comes to the First Evil Emperor, if that old ghost comes out of the mountain, what if Juewu Shen doesn't go back to his country immediately. There is no need to be a demon. I know where the old ghost of the First Evil Emperor is. Haha, let's ask him to come out of the mountain." The Pig Emperor suddenly laughed, and the others were also happy when they heard this.

However, Zhang Jun, who knew the plot, smiled gloatingly and said, "Then let's take a look, you will accept my suggestions." Ignoring the strange eyes of others, Zhang Jun closed his eyes and rested for a while. The murderous intent of Fengyun just now made Zhang Jun feel how weak his strength was. Under the suppression of murderous intent, Zhang Jun felt the arrival of death. This kind of life that I could not help but feel powerlessness made Zhang Jun hate him.
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