My Private Marvel System

Dorr walked quietly on the street. The moment he just left the Chaoyun Tower’s 100-square-meter range, a wave of murderous aura was immediately forced, and a flash of blood flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and looked around and saw rushing from every corner of the street. More than a dozen monks, armed with various weapons and magic weapons, attacked him all together, with awe-inspiring killing intent, awe-inspiring breath, supernatural power boiling, and agitated. Seeing this posture, they obviously went all out to put him to death. .

Dorr’s eyes were cold, the forest was cold, and his figure flickered strangely, and the afterimage appeared like a frenzied dance. He instantly appeared next to a monk who rushed towards him. This person was holding a dagger with cold light, and it was shining. The unusually sharp aura, the green light flashing on the blade, exuded a stinky smell that was very poisonous.

Dole fanned his sleeves, and dark and deep black lights poured out like black tides, and endless ant colonies, instantly engulfing this person, and seeing this person even had no room for resistance. Without even screaming, it was swallowed up by the force of nirvana in an instant, leaving only patches of black ashes flying in the air, scattered randomly.

This scene is more shocking than turning into a corpse, and even more evil.

Dole's expression is cold, his face is full of mercilessness, his figure is like a glimpse of light, illusory and uncertain, not only can not distinguish the true from the false, even the spiritual sense can not capture, because he is not fast, but shortens the space within a short distance , It is almost teleportation, it can't react at all.

He was like a ghost, constantly appearing in front of the monks who attacked him, making his moves cruel and merciless. The majestic force of death rushed out between turning his hands. Turn it directly into black ashes.

This is a massacre. The strength of both sides is not on the same level at all. After just a few breaths, this unsuspecting battle was over.

Dorr's eyes were calm, and he faintly scanned the shocked and pale-faced people around him, and said, "Luo Xinyi is on me. If you want to take it away, you have to weigh your own abilities."

As soon as the voice fell, Dole turned around and continued to walk slowly towards Qingyang Mansion.

At this moment, a white-faced young monk rushed out of the crowd. There was a cold suffocation on his face and a triumphant smile. He shook the paper fan in his hand, and seven shining golden threads shot out from it, very fast, with the sound of tearing the air. The sound of "嗞嗞" and the unusually sharp and violent power rushed out of Dole's head in an instant.

The head is where the divine consciousness is, and when these seven golden threads pierce out, the divine consciousness will be destroyed.

"Haha! The Luoxinyi belongs to me!" The young monk saw a hit. Ecstatic, his expression extremely excited. His face turned extremely red, he gave a crazy laugh, his figure flashed immediately, appeared behind Doer, Zhang hand grabbed Luo Xinyi.

However, this catch caught nothing, and Dole's figure disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

"No blood appeared, it was an afterimage just now."

The young monk reacted quickly, he understood everything in an instant, and his heart suddenly slammed, intending to escape, but it was too late, and the overwhelming power of extinguishment had completely enveloped him.

The black ash rose again, flying high, and the young monk who was just talented and extremely excited was now turned into ashes.

Dole still turned his back to everyone and walked forward slowly, but no one dared to make a move.

This sentence made the people in the crowd who had just planned to attack Dole from behind feel cold. If the young monk hadn't taken the shot before them, it was them who died now.

Although Hanshan City occupies a large area, tens of millions of square meters, it is like a huge ancient mountain. It is magnificent and majestic. It can't be seen at a glance. However, the journey from West Street to Qingyang Mansion is not a long one. It is only one or two miles away, and ordinary people can reach it by walking on a cup of tea.

Dole walked very slowly, waiting quietly for those who wanted to get their hearts out, come and kill one by one.

Because of leaving the wonderland in the Yin Road, Dole has a fault in the practice of shortening and overlapping the void, that is, the practice of weightless power. It enters the bottleneck and stagnates at the original point, which can shrink the space of more than ten meters to an inch. , This is already very amazing, after all, his cultivation is only in the early stage of Xumi.

However, this is not enough for Dole to protect himself. If Xiaoyan is by his side to make him feel confident, he will not embark on this **** road, because this will undoubtedly die, and there will be no second situation.

Knowing that the road ahead is a dead end, it is no brainer, not fearlessness, to go for it.

Today, if you want to strengthen the method of shortening the void, you have to increase your speed, one is to strengthen your body, and the other is to learn the method of flying in the air. However, neither of these two methods can be realized before Dole's aptitude has been changed. The former is unable to withstand strong medicine due to its small meridians and is extremely fragile, and the latter can only be practiced because of the need to reach the illusion state. This cannot be changed.

Dole’s physical body has undergone drastic changes and is fragile, even inferior to ordinary adults. In this way, although he acts strangely, almost equivalent to teleporting in a short distance, his speed is actually not fast, which is his fatal Weakness, but this is only relative to the monk above the Dao, below this, if there is no special situation, no one can hurt him.

The killing is still going on. This is one battle after another without blood, and there is also no suspense. The black ashes are flying up, like black fog, like ghost smoke, on the wandering West Street, bleak and overcast. Gloomy, more than half of the monks present felt a numb scalp and were frightened. They only felt that the white-haired young man in front of him was a monster with blood on his hands, an executioner with a butcher knife, and the ultimate villain with heinous sins.

In Dayan's sacred mirror, Xiao Yan looked at the light wall, and everyone on both sides of the street stared at the black ashes in the air, mostly with fear. At this time, Dole stopped and asked Xiao Yan, "How many people on both sides of the street are monks above the Disruption Realm?"

After hearing this, Xiao Yan checked it out and replied: "There are seven people in total, and four of them seem to have similar techniques. They should come from the same school."

Dole immediately had a judgment in his mind, "It seems that these four people should be the law enforcement team of Hanshan City."

"Yes, Xiaoyaomen has not sent a law enforcement team to stop it so far, so it must be monitored in secret. I want to find out about your details. Things will not be out of control. They will never come forward."

What Xiaoyan said was the same as Dole's thought. He thought for a while, had a decision in his heart, and walked towards Qingyang Mansion without rush.

"This fellow Taoist, please stay."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang from the crowd. This voice was not unpleasant, but very sharp, feminine and soft. It sounds very uncomfortable in the heart.

Dorr stopped walking, and the blood flashed in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the tracking voice. The owner of this voice was a young man who looked like his twenties, dressed in a pale color. The green clothes, although the facial features are beautiful, but the curve is too soft, not as angular and angular as ordinary people, and its voice is the same. Extremely feminine.

"This person is a cultivator in the mid-disappearance period. I am afraid that the remaining two people will not be able to bear it." Xiao Yan said to Dole. He didn't worry at all, even if the three of them joined forces, they would not be able to hurt Dole, but Dole wanted to kill these people easily.

"What kind of place is this fellow Daoist when he was Hanshan City? Not only did he act in public, attacked fiercely, with cruel methods, and spare no room for it, but also thwarted the bones and ashes. Such behavior is much better than a monster. No one? Under Wang Shuo, I don’t want to take away fellow Daoists. I just want to ask Dao friends for an explanation for the monks in the Southern Region of China."

Wang Shuo's expression was gloomy, and his eyes flickered, staring at Dole. This person was scheming to be sinister, and in a few words, he charged Dole with contempt for the monk in the Southern Region of China.

"In Korean, fellow daoists regard my monks in the Southern Territory of China as grass and mustard leaves, killing them at will, doing whatever they want. If fellow daoists are willing to kowtow three heads to this world in order to pass away the undead, this matter will not be much for Han. Regardless, if he refuses, I'll blame Han for his ruthlessness." Another monk who was in the shattered realm walked out of the crowd. He was dressed in purple, his face was cold and arrogant, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, staring as if looking at a dead person. Dole.

This person was just looking for a reason to make a move. How could this be possible for Dole to kowtow in public?

"In the next Zhang Fan, although his cultivation base is not good and his abilities are meager, but I am willing to give out this nasty breath for my Southern Territory cultivator." A cultivator in the post-disappearance period also stood up, his eyes indifferent, staring at Dole like a poisonous snake. He was murderous and gloomy.

Except for the four cultivators of the Shattered Realm, the cultivation of these three is the strongest among the cultivators. Now they plan to take the robe of Luoxin, but the cultivators who did not dare to act arrogantly due to fear of Doer's strength are naturally Also began to move around.

"Poor Dao Qi Fei, I would like to help three fellow daoists punish such villains."

"Under..."

Suddenly, seeing that the speaker's voice hadn't finished yet, Dole rushed to him in an instant, raising his hand to hit a piece of black and crushing force of silence, instantly turning this person into ashes.

Dole glanced at the crowd, the blood glowing in his deep blood-colored pupils, horrifying and terrifying, said indifferently: "If you want to go together, you don't need to find these high-sounding excuses."

Dole's indifferent tone, coupled with Gu Jing Wubo's look, really made everyone present stunned after seeing it, but after a short while, a sense of fear followed. Dole is decisive in killing and brutal, with unstoppable momentum along the way, harvesting life with his fingers, and never offering a magic weapon. He can no longer judge his true strength based on his cultivation base, and now he dares to release it. In other words, this is confidence in one's own strength.

Thinking of the monks who had been turned into flying ash before, their weird figures, and their unpredictable strengths, for a while, those monks who were about to move and plan to fish in troubled waters involuntarily showed a look of horror, some people subconsciously Stepped back a few steps, staring at Dole as if facing an enemy.

However, what they saw was only the afterimage, the killing had begun silently, and the first person to be turned to ashes by Dole was one of them.

The scene just now naturally couldn't escape Dole's eyes, but he had been sentenced to death for those who had changed their expressions. After these people were resolved, it was the turn of the three cultivators who had broken the realm.

Dole's figure is weird, like a ghost, appearing next to the monks almost instantly, and every afterimage disappears, one person is turned into a black ashes by the power of nirvana, and they are flying in the streets one after another. .

In a short while, dozens of people were killed, endless reincarnation, the death toll continued to rise sharply, and lives were silently withered.

The four shattered monks glanced at each other, then nodded, their figures flashed, and they entered a pill shop on the right side of the street. The shopkeeper in the shop was still looking at the unilateral massacre on the street with a moved face. Suddenly seeing these four people, he looked slightly stunned, and then there was a very patterned smile on his face, but it was not annoying, and he arched his hands and respectfully said: "Four law enforcement adults, I don't know what you need to come to our store this time?"

Although these four people were dressed in plain clothes and didn't wear formal clothes as usual, because they were regular customers here, the shopkeeper recognized them at a glance. He was very shrewd and avoided taboo topics in one sentence.

Among the four, a middle-aged man with a strong-looking and powerful appearance smiled at the shopkeeper and said: "Just come and take a look. If you see any good medicine, then tell the shopkeeper Xu."

"Yang Law Enforcement, look slowly."

Shopkeeper Xu didn't say much, stepped forward to the counter, and began to carelessly sort out the thick account books.

Law Enforcement surnamed Yang had already cast his gaze on Dole. The look on his face was very complicated, with surprise, suspiciousness, and amazement. The expressions of the other three law enforcement guards were similar, except that there was a strong gaze in one person Hostility, this man has a handsome face, a crown of jade, and a young man, with the cultivation base of the post-disappearance period, which is the highest among the four.

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And among the people gathered on both sides of the street before, there are naturally more sober monks. Although they are extremely jealous at Luo Xinyi, they know that Dole’s strength is unknown, unfathomable, and reckless, and may kill him. The current plan is to wait for a good time, and then make a move, and then it is possible to get the heartbreaking clothes. Although it is very slim, no one is willing to give up.

These people are either standing in the corners of the alleys on both sides of the street, or standing at the door of the store, staring at Dole. Their eyes have been focused on Dole. Once they find Dole is defeated, they will immediately take action.

At this moment, only a moment has passed since the beginning of the massacre. What makes people feel extremely frightened is that there are now less than half of the nearly 100 monks who wanted to attack Dole. Pieces of ashes are flying above the street. The overflowing and turning, like the fog of death in Hessian, permeated the four directions, which seemed particularly terrifying, and also felt extremely tragic.

Ten meters of space shrunk to an inch. This is unimaginable for the monks present. Life and death are only a moment. Many monks were turned into ashes by Dole before they made any reaction. It seemed that they were very dead. Injustice, they lost their lives before they used their skills, but it was not true. Even if they used their divine power to set up a defense, they could not escape death.

The power of nirvana contains the law of space and is the power of killing. It is not only pervasive, but also extremely destructive. The divine power to guard against the curtain, and even the use of defensive magic weapons, are all virtual, and can’t be defended at all, only the power of nirvana Into the body.

However, with Dole's current power of extinguishment, he could not instantly kill the monks in the true realm, but he could rely on his devouring power to **** up these monks alive bit by bit. (To be continued.)