Devouring Myriad Ghosts System

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Yu Qingyao's beauty was full of surprise. Besides the three evildoers, there was actually someone who could approach her so close without making a sound.

Mu Wanrong was equally astonished, and couldn't help but focus on the young man who suddenly appeared.

Li Daochong flew all the way, Qianyin Dun was wide open, and it took only a few tens of seconds to come here, and his breath was as quiet as a ray of light. If you want to detect his existence, if you don't have the strength of the divine sense above the peak of the fusion, you can't detect it at all. less than.

Song Yuansong turned his face to look, and saw a young monk with a handsome face in a purple gown on the empty space just now.

Song Yuansong's eyes moved slightly, this person had a very strange face, and there was no such person in his memory.

"Why? Fellow Daoist, have you taken a fancy to this knife?" Song Yuansong asked with interest while playing with the knife in his hand.

"That's the weapon of a friend of mine." Li Dao said in a slow voice, without any emotion.

"Friend?" Song Yuansong was a little surprised, so he looked at Mu Wanrong and asked, "Wanrong, do you know this fellow Taoist?"

Mu Wanrong raised her eyebrows slightly. This saber was obtained by killing a contestant in the No. 2 Imperial Capital a few months ago. Although she has not fully mastered the saber, the part she can control now is very good. Practical, the passive defense of this knife is very strong.

Even super masters like Song Yuansong and Yu Qingyao had a hard time dealing with the gray fog in the dead swamp, and they couldn't even stop it completely.

But she can use this knife to completely isolate the gray mist from herself, and the weakness and poison of the dead swamp didn't have much effect on her.

The level of this knife is definitely not low, and the competition will become more and more cruel as time goes by, and the more guarantees, the more possibilities to improve the ranking.

In this Nine Mysterious God Realm, what is snatched is one's own, and the rules of the competition were set in this way.

"I don't know." Mu Wanrong's voice was slightly cold. This person doesn't know what his origin is, maybe he can see the name of this knife, and the possibility of wanting to seize the treasure is very high.

When Song Yuansong heard that he didn't recognize him, he squinted his eyes. He is not a novice in the cultivation world, and his thoughts coincided with what Mu Wanrong thought.

There are many practitioners looking for excuses to seize treasures. This kind of trick is not new.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry that the owner of this knife doesn't know you. Where do friends start? The Dead Swamp is very dangerous, and it's getting late. Please feel free, fellow Daoist, Song won't give it away." Song Yuan relaxed slightly.

From the moment Li Daochong appeared, he kept looking at the Silver Moon Knife in Song Yuansong's hand, which he gave to Yin Ping.

Perhaps the appearance of the magic weapon is similar, but the spirit pattern on the silver moon knife was added by him later. This knife has been with the silver bottle for several years, and the spiritual energy fluctuations and smell of the silver bottle have long been left on it.

So he couldn't admit his mistake.

"Your friend is not the owner of this knife, please give me this knife, fellow Taoist. This knife is used in a special way, and it is useless for you to keep it." Li Daochong said calmly.

At this time, Li Daochong's divine sense had penetrated into the blade, trying to find clues about the silver bottle, but he didn't pay attention to everyone present.

"Fellow daoist, if you say it's not right? According to what you say, can Song also say that you's magic weapon is not yours, but a friend of Song's. How about you take it out and return it now?" Song Yuansong was a little displeased. patient.

call!

Li Daochong's figure suddenly disappeared in the void.

Yu Qingyao, Song Yuansong and Mu Wanrong's eyes widened, none of them saw how this person moved.

In the blink of an eye, the young man in Zishan appeared in front of Song Yuansong as if teleported.

Snapped!

Song Yuansong didn't even react, the long knife in his hand disappeared, and when he looked again, it was already held in the hands of the young man in purple shirt.

As if nothing had happened, Li Daochong took a long knife and observed carefully. Apart from the aura of the silver bottle, there were at least three faint auras remaining on it.

In other words, in the past half a year in the Nine Profound God Realm, besides Yin Ping, this knife has passed through the hands of at least three people.

A cold light flashed in Li Daochong's eyes inexplicably, something happened to Yin Ping, could it be that he was forced to stay at the resurrection point and dare not come out?

After a flash of thought, Li Daochong raised his head and glanced into the distance. It is said that the resurrection point is in a very special area of ​​the Nine Profound God Realm.

The mileage from the Nine Great Imperial Capitals is exactly the same.

If it's at the resurrection point, it makes sense that I can't sense the breath of the silver bottle.

Li Daochong's pupils shrank, why did he ignore the resurrection point these days?

"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to snatch this?" Song Yuansong's eyes showed anger, and the spirit gangsters all over his body twirled.

What Song Yuansong is most afraid of is losing face in front of women. Although he is afraid of the young man in purple shirt in front of him, after all, the speed of the other party is unimaginably fast, but his aura is not strong.

The fast speed is mostly because of some advanced escapism, or some kind of Xuantian spiritual blessing. The contestants who can enter the finals, regardless of their level of cultivation, have one or two powerful supernatural powers, which is not surprising.

Li Daochong, who was thinking about it, was brought back to reality by Song Yuansong's words. He raised his eyes and said indifferently, "The property is returned to its original owner. Where do you start with the robbery?"

"Fellow Daoist, Mr. Song said just now that what you say is yours is yours? Is it like this, as long as you say that everything in the world is yours, it is yours? Put down the knife, if not, give up Blame Song for being rude." Song Yuansong's spirit gang cyclone became more and more violent.

Li Daochong frowned, and was about to speak when his back felt cold, and he dodged for a moment, and a silver light rushed past.

Mu Wanrong directly attacked from behind, and a Senhan Feijian passed through the air with lightning speed.

If it weren't for Li Daochong's supernatural power of Qianyintun, his body would have been pierced through.

Yu Qingyao had always hated monks who robbed treasures for no reason. Seeing Mu Wanrong make a move, she followed without hesitation. Countless three-inch bee needles turned into rain of needles and shot at Li Daochong.

Although these bee needles are powerful, they are of little use in front of Li Daochong's super high speed.

Li Daochong dodged the flying sword, disappeared again the instant he appeared, and was already above a thousand-meter-high void when he reappeared.

Mu Wanrong and Yu Qingyao are both super geniuses ranked in the top ten of their empire's arrogance list. There is no doubt about their strength. They are not ordinary strong. In the eyes of most young monks, they are monsters and perverts. Dregs.

The two shot at the same time, or sneak attack.

It didn't work out.

If they couldn't see that this young man in purple shirt who appeared out of nowhere was unusual, then they wouldn't need to be the arrogance of heaven.

Song Yuansong naturally also saw that Li Daochong was unusual, and felt a little apprehensive, but at the moment he had no choice but to fire.

The two female cultivators have already shot, and the three of them are together. If he, an old man, is persuaded, he won't have to mess around again in the future.

As soon as Li Daochong appeared in the sky, Song Yuan Song Linggang seemed to be burning, and there was an extra bronze long sword in his hand.

The Song family is the descendant of a certain super sword sect in ancient times, and the whole family is sword cultivator.