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Zhang Jiao is not a nosy character, in fact, he is not particularly concerned about the origins of long-haired people, but just asking casually with curiosity.

Seeing its reluctance to disclose, there was no compulsion, and with its rich experience in dealing with spiritual events, "The spiritual events are actually a bit like plot killing in online games.

As long as there is no disruption, and the breaking rules are forced to be cleared, it is generally dangerous only to trigger to a critical point.

Of course, it is impossible to delay forever. Small events often happen on the same day.

Large and medium-sized events may last longer, allowing people trapped inside to continually walk between despair and hope.

The mental torture was even more terrible than death.

It is common for Wufa to turn white in a few hours, or to die because of psychological inability to bear suicide, or even to collapse and kill each other.

These are all pleasing to the external gods, so it is likely that the supernatural events will occur. "

"Your Excellency is really researching on supernatural events." Changfa Ren said with some surprise: "So how do you think we can break the game?"

"In fact, there is only a way to get rid of the supernatural events," Zhang Jiao sighed. "The so-called integration into the event slowly leads away from the situation. This is the case.

But the reason why the escaped person can escape is that he must have carried out some kind of behavior that harms others, and therefore will also be contaminated by the spirit of the evil god. "

Changfa Ren heard words of conviction, "Since then we have to be tough, when and where do we start?"

"How long do you rest your body can return to its peak state?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"If you take pill medicine, it will take about 1 hour." Changfa Ren communicated with his companion and replied.

"Then we will start after a little while," Zhang Jiao said: "I go back to the underground cellar to start, you guys are outside to cope."

This remark hides the meaning of distrust, but it fits the wishes of the group of 6 people with long hair.

It's better for everyone to meet each other and turn their enemies into friends.

So after the negotiation, Zhang Jiao walked back to Downton Cellar alone.

Looking at his disappearing back, Master Du couldn't help but lower his voice and said: "You say this guy has made hundreds of high-level transcendences at once, is this the case?"

"Most of them should be Dao soldiers, and they are ghosts and gods Dao soldiers supported by the supreme secret method," Changfa Ren said softly with deep eyes: "It may also be mixed with several fantasy species, or gods, or Other secret methods we don’t know..."

"Aren't you saying that you haven't said it." Master Du half-way through his mouth with a big mouth.

"Okay, now it's life-saving," said the only young woman in the 6-person renting house. "All other things are put aside for a while. Let's go find a place to take care of our souls."

Others heard each other's words and looked at each other, nodded, turned around and left the Downton cellar together, hiding in an empty alley.

At the same time, Zhang Jiao, who returned to the underground, stood at the door of the wine cellar's debris room, looking at the surrounding spirits to analyze: "Minglings of this kind are both pure ghosts and symbiotic with the flesh. of.

I still don't see the difference between the two until now. How did Moses, the old gang, do it?

Could it be that what other functions will be extended if the spiritual eye technique becomes higher, or does he have a sharper perception than my "seven consciousnesses"? "

Just thinking, a young woman in a bright red dress, fair chest, beautiful eyebrows, and red lips with flames stepped on high heels and came to him in a graceful posture.

Pointing a finger at Zhang Jiao chest, said: "Are you here alone, would you like me to drink a glass of wine?"

"Have you triggered the "drama"? It seems that you can't wait for an hour and a half." Zhang Jiao shook his head and murmured, leaving the woman who was talking up and striding forward to the bar.

Picking up an empty chair, he pulled off his legs like tearing a piece of paper, and cut it into a sword shape with a palm.

The bartender closest to him saw him and hurried over, hurriedly said across the bar: "Sir, how can you break the chair in our shop?"

Zhang Jiao ignored him at all, pinned the backhand of the wooden sword to his waist, and cut off a chair leg again.

"Sir, if you do this again, I will call the police!" The bartender warned angrily when he saw that his obstruction was not working.

Zhang Jiao still ignored him. After making his own second wooden sword, he started to make the third one.

The bartender continued to stop after seeing, "Sir, you are responsible for your actions..."

The voice began to grow strange, the tone lengthened, the voice trembling, and the tone became more and more erratic.

Immediately after his forehead oozed a bitter green wet mark, the skin was slightly raised, and a fungus-like ringworm came out. The elder who stretched his head and looked at Zhang Jiao swaying: "Mr. Keep to the rules here."

During the talk, the bartender's neck grew longer and longer, snake-like around the opening angle.

At this time, the angle of the four-handed sword has been cut, and the magical power of "out of nothing" has been calmly displayed, and the strongest killer in the remains of the gods is cut to the treasure. Wooden sword communication.

Holding one of them and waving it in one hand, the bartender with his headband and neck and body was cut in half.

At the moment of its beheading, all the people in the entire underground wine cellar began to twist and deform their bodies, exuded wet moss, and the beasts landed on four feet, rushing towards Zhangjiao.

Zhang Jiao walked up silently, displaying a killing circle, using his body as the eye, driving four swords in the middle of the spirit, feeling the subtle changes in the blood and the soul, and showing it incisively. With the true strength of his own body.

It leads to a strange tide on the ground along the trail ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ poured into the underground wine cellar.

The speed is much faster than Zhang Jiao's display of Zhuxianjian array, slicing melons and vegetables and hunting spirits, and began to squeeze the space for his activities.

While putting heavy pressure on Zhang Jiao, it also squeezed the potential in his body.

Eventually, when there was no space for moving the sword out, Zhang Jiao finally felt the limit, blessed the Daoist, and showed his magical power.

Except for a few legendary levels, all the fantasy species in the relics of Fengshen have been manifested, and the spirits in the underground wine cellar have been cleared.

After a war, at the cost of destroying 357 high-level legends, more than 30 million points of hope and spiritual fragments equivalent to more than 700,000 human souls were harvested.

In the Lingshan fantasy realm, it was transformed into 270 Picchus, Yobos, and 3 revealed. They can contribute nearly 25,000 points per day, which is quite rewarding.

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