Chen Guanshui can only use the "Luofu Instant Sound Shaking Technique" once now, and can only use a sword once after casting the spell.

But this sword is enough.

Everyone saw it. Chen Guanshui just shouted lightly and suddenly saw the female foundation-building cultivator next to him. Then he waved a sword like picking a ripe grape from a vine, killing the female foundation-building cultivator who established the camp and stood invincible in the two chaos in the previous two times.

What a big man's head, like a beautiful beauty, but only a blood is left, like a fountain.

As soon as the sword came out, Chen Guanshui was also a thief. He rushed past the body of the foundation-building female cultivator and stopped ten feet behind her, with a staggering figure. But the remaining twenty-one foundation-building cultivators could only watch the faceless puppet walk to Chen Guanshui and guard it there.

Originally, twenty-two foundation-building monks besieged one person, plus a faceless puppet with a strong combat power, everyone was still very calm. Although the camp was burned into a sea of ​​fire, many mortal slaves were killed, and the slaves in the Qi Refining Stage were also killed. Everything seemed very terrifying. It seemed that tonight was the end of the camp, but the foundation-building monks were still very calm.

Beard Ridge, they also know.

But as long as it is not a Jindan real person, or a foundation-building cultivator with more people than his side, he doesn't have to be afraid of anything. Moreover, even if he faces the attack of the Three Immortals, he will have to abandon everything he has now and fly away with the wealth he has already collected. At that time, even if the Three Immortals visualization pursues itself relentlessly, he must have enough manpower. At worst, he will go to the beach to be an ordinary pirate, buy a boat, and specifically grab the sirens at the bottom of the sea. At that time, who could know where the wealth he had come from, and who could accuse him of killing the demons of a bloody crime.

So when the two foundation-building monks died, they did not take it seriously.

In their eyes, Chen Guanshui is just a foundation-building new man who has just left Beard Ridge. He still has the passion that only a young man can have. Thinking about those messengers of justice, justice, order, etc., he thought that he could be invincible if he was the messenger of justice who "does the way for heaven". He killed all the evil people like those novels, rescued the beauties he forbidden, and then obtained the wealth he plundered.

But it is really ridiculous.

People like me have long seen the essence of this world and have no longer had any "beauty" and "hope". Although when I was a teenager, I suddenly realized that I had spiritual roots on me, I had many, many particularly beautiful dreams. I thought that as long as I worked hard, I could always get the power that only immortals could have, and I could help my fellow villagers kill the demons who harmed the people, punish the children of the arrogant and domineering cultivation family, marry those beautiful women that I could only look at secretly, give birth to a large group of children, accept a few talented disciples, establish a sect with integrity, and act as law-abiding people in the sky of my hometown.

But dreams are always ruthless, and reality is always cruel!

It turns out that origin determines everything!

So no matter how hard I try, I am always called a casual cultivator and always hit a wall in front of various sects. If I want to enter the temple of a newly promoted Jindan monk, I actually require that I must be a child from a cultivation family that has been passed down for hundreds of years, or be recommended by another Jindan real person. In the end, there are still many Jindan monks who will open a small door for themselves, such as the casual cultivator, but the price of entering is the dignity that I am determined to give up.

In the world, why is there only one selfless monk like Kong Zhang?

That's why I had to bury all my conscience and live in this world like a jackal. Either I eat people or people come to eat me. After eating, I can no longer remember the dream I used to be when I was a boy.

But after walking a lot, I also know how ignorant he was. Those who dared to be rampant for decades of people who have been tyrannical for decades are not the background of a high-level monk. They are either the mount of a Jindan real person or the pet of a Yuanying monk. Eat a few ordinary mortals like their parents, trample on all the crops in their homes, and burn down all the houses in the manor. They can only kneel in the mud with all the others, fearless and terrified fate. Can you easily kill those monsters as a foundation-building monk?

This is true for fairies, not to mention the children of the rampant cultivation family and the slaves of the arrogant and domineering cultivation family?

Even those beauties they had once secretly watched were willing to bend down and be played with by the direct descendants of the great cultivator clan as their concubines. Even those talented women who came from scholarly families, who were beautiful and pleasant, or those young women with strong temperament and unparalleled chastity, have watched them fall one after another in the past, and have always refused to give their true feelings to themselves.

Although there are women following me, there are women willing to act as their lackeys, and there are women willing to give birth to children for me, and they have accepted many young girls of the same origin to act as disciples, watching them grow up like small trees in their own manor. But a month ago, I lost everything.

Originally, life on Yuzhou Island was already very comfortable. There are endless Dharma Assembly here held every day. There are always some Jindan real people who will open their doors and tolerate some casual cultivators to offer gifts and listen to them. There are always some powerful monks who will appreciate themselves because of their own question and answer and throw down a bone at will. Similarly, there are many women on the island who escaped from the mainland, those who escaped from their destiny. They dare to think and do, and they dare to love and hate. As long as they are willing to give their sincerity, they can get their love and enjoy the beauty on the body.

But a month of drastic changes have already come to a conclusion.

Lin Beihe, the real person of the Lin family in Longkongshan, was hired by the seven surnames, gathered his colleagues and killed the newly promoted soul of the East Sea demon clan, the Jiangan of Yuchen Island. Because of this incident, it triggered the Jianfeng War, and caused the Yuzhou Island to be reduced to wasteland and destroyed all of his own. However, the seven surnames took the opportunity to force the ten thousand-year-old enemy, the Blood Sea lineage, to form an alliance with him.

Even though Hu Xuling had no responsibility in the incident a month ago, he could not have put the murderer's name on the boy in front of him. However, being able to kill a family member who is friendly to the seven surnames can always comfort his anger.

Those dead Qi Refining Cultivators on the ground, who are not as full of hatred as themselves. Even if they cannot kill the person in front of them, they must dye their blood with his sword.

Therefore, Chen Guanshui leaned quietly on the faceless puppet, looking coldly at the foundation-building monks surrounded by them. Facing death, he laughed wildly and fought in blood. He was always tragic.

The Qi-refining monks hiding in the shadows, and even some mortal martial artists, still rushed out after the battle situation was tilted and was not good for them. Taking advantage of the opportunity to be killed, they used even the only possibility to delay the thirty-two "Chen Guanshui" swords to win even the only chance for the foundation-building monks. Whether it is for combat or escape.

There are also many people who put their last chance on Chen Guanshui, but they died under the sword of the elusive twenty-three puppets.

The battle is coming to an end soon.

The thirty-two "Chen Guanshui" were transformed from the book left over from the thirty-two. The body itself is a magic weapon, which is indestructible; the magic sword in his hand is also the best grade drawn from the body, and the lowest and worst sword also reached the 14th level; the various magics cast and the various props released are all the best grades among the top grades.

Therefore, nine foundation-building monks were simply cut off the flying sword and killed the heads when they fought for the first time.

It was these spare "Chen Guanshui" who did not continue to join the battle, but scattered all over the camp to clear out those hidden people, so that the battle lasted for more than a cup of tea.

But in the end, twenty-two "Chen Guanshui" stood aside with their swords, watching the last foundation-building monk, dealing with the Chen Guanshui transformed from the "Moon Palace", and was humiliated by one sword. Until the foundation-building monk no longer had the courage and generosity, and even the courage to commit suicide disappeared. He could only kneel on the ground and wait for the beheaded sword. "Chen Guanshui" spit out a black light and swallowed her.

At this time, there were no living people in the camp. That is, on Xiping Mountain, there were still stars of fire flashing.

Finally standing in front of Chen Guanshui were the four foundation-building monks who had been gathering together. They drank monotonously and did not do anything in the face of the chaos just now. At most, they would put a few mortal women who escaped into their house to the ground. However, the foundation-building monk in the lead took out a jade bottle before the green mist swallowed the house, poured out a ball of silver sand, and fixed the reality, making the illusion unable to enter again.

Later, the battle situation was like bloodbathing. Nine "Chen Guanshui" pulled out all the marked people in the camp and cut off their heads. They drove those mortals like cattle and sheep, and passed through some portals before they stood up. But they just snatched away some ordinary mortals.

Chen Guanshui had already discovered that among the four foundation-building monks, three of them were in a very subtle state. They seemed to be living people and dead people. They looked like puppets, but the facts proved not. Every inch of flesh and blood on their body was real, but they could only see their current appearance in the dream magic powers, and they could not trace the content they had just entered the dream magic powers.

The remaining one was not very tall, with two very light beards on his lips, which seemed to be in his twenties. In his hand, he was holding a magic sword, which was bright and introverted. Every detail on his body had a law. What's more important is that under his coat, there were seven big characters on the back of the spiritual armor:

"There is a law in heaven and earth and I will practice it."

Sure enough, he spoke differently: "The descendants of the Confucian scholar Donglin Academy of the Ming Fazong of Confucianism, Wang Chengliang, a son of the Wang family in Liuquancheng, Liang Kingdom, and met Senior Brother Chen! Senior Brother is powerful!"
Chapter completed!