reborn as a mountain

I'm going back to Chongqing tonight to prepare for a ride to Tibet on the 26th.

"boom!"

"Wow!"

"laugh!"

As soon as Shen An entered Ziyi County City, he heard various voices coming from all directions.

There were buildings exploding, torrents washing away, and swords looming everywhere. They all came from far away, but Shen An, as a god and demon body, had not yet perfected it, but he also had many magical powers of gods and demons. And the secret of the unity of all things The refining and swallowing magic weapon attached layer after layer of special substances to Shen An's body, including those related to wind.

A layer of spiritual power extracted from the wind spiritual power magic weapon attaches a membrane to the ears, which can sense sounds through the vibration and rhythm of the wind, which is very powerful.

"The battle was very fierce."

When Shen An went deep into Ziyi County, he felt like he was in a deserted place.

Shen Anming's superficial cultivation is only at the second level of the Divine Power Realm, but with the addition of the Hundred Ghosts Flying Sword and the Immovable Divine Technique, his true combat power is far beyond that. It is comparable to the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Divine Power Realm, and the Qi Flow Foundation Building Phase is at the fifth level. A sixth-level monk can be considered a master. In this purple county city, except for a few people, Shen An has few opponents.

"Although I belong to Prince Ziyi, I can't help directly because I only have one and a half hours to transform into a human every day. It will be very inconvenient to go deep into the camp." Shen An thought to himself, "I will contact you Qin Shuang, tell him. Then he will fight alone in Ziyi County to hone his spells and increase his combat power."

With that said, Shen An waved his hand and summoned a messenger flying sword, leaving a wisp of spiritual consciousness and shooting towards the Prince's Mansion of Ziyi County.

"There are flying swords!"

"Intercept!"

"He's a monk from Ziyi County Prince's Palace!"

"kill!"

Shen An's flying sword was like a spotlight in the darkness, very conspicuous, attracting many monks from the Shanhe Sect.

The monks of the Shanhe Sect and the Qi Refining monks wear bright yellow and aqua blue robes. There are pictures of mountains, torrents, and some ferocious birds and beasts on them. The clothes represent their identity, as well as their cultivation and practice skills. Fa. Shanyue Fudo and Zhenhe Ningbo. Coupled with Shen An's spiritual consciousness' exploration and perception of them, it can be said that they know themselves and their enemies.

"Want to kill me?"

Shen An grinned, escaped with sword light, and rushed out.

Holding the Hundred Ghost Flying Sword in his hand, he fought at close range without fear. The sword light shot out like a storm. The monks who came to besiege were all in the Qi refining stage. They were immediately cut into pieces. , those who were close enough were even drained of their spiritual energy, and their magic weapons were also refined and devoured.

It immediately caused shock and terror among the Shanhe Sect monks.

"He! He is a master of the God and Demon Body Refining Stream!"

"Monk in the realm of divine power!"

"What! Why haven't I seen him before? He's a new master in the realm of divine power!"

"Escape! Escape! Escape! Use the flying sword to send a message to the foundation-building elders and ask them to deal with this person. We are definitely no match for him! No matter how many people there are, they will die!"

Suddenly, dozens of monks fled in all directions, as if they were encountering human grasshoppers, terrified.

"You were just about to kill me, and now you're running away?" Shen An laughed loudly, splitting the Hundred Ghosts Flying Sword in his hand, and chased him in all directions. Shen An also rushed out with the flying sword, chasing after him. Killing the enemy made her feel extremely happy. Shen An had no intention of intercepting the messenger flying sword that flew out.

Let them send messages.

Let them notify the foundation building masters of Shanhe Sect.

There are only two Jindan monks in the Shanhe Sect, and one of them has been killed by Shen An. The other is the sect leader Sun Wei, who is fighting with Zi Yihou.

There are at most a few monks who have established the Dzogchen Foundation, and probably none of them have reached the Dzogchen realm of divine power. In this case, Shen An is not afraid at all, because even if he has achieved the Dzogchen Foundation, Shen An still has the ability to escape. The monks who were in the middle stage of foundation building were killed directly, causing the Shanhe Sect to suffer heavy losses.

In the battlefield, Shen An is definitely a monster, an unplanned monster.

Without leaving the Golden Core stage monks, Shen An can completely influence the battle situation in a region. If a monk dares to chase Shen An out of the city, Shen An would even dare to turn into a mountain and crush him to death. Let alone a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. , even if it is a monk who has established the Dzogchen Foundation, Shen An is sure to crush him to death in one fell swoop.

"ah!"

"puff!"

Wielding hundreds of ghosts, the yin energy was thick and blood splashed everywhere, turning this small area into an endless purgatory.

The monks scattered one by one in horror.

This area was captured by the Shanhe Sect monks. There are a large number of Qi Refining monks stationed there, and there is also a foundation building period, but it will take some time to get there.

When Xuanyang, the foundation-building monk, arrived, Shen An had already killed at least thirty monks. When he died, the corpses aged rapidly and turned into fly ash, which was terrifying. Xuanyang, the real person, was wearing a bright yellow foundation-building suit. The monk's robes and hair are burning like fire. He is a monk who practiced the Mountain Immovable Art and refined the fire in the stone, so it is called Xuanyang.

Master Xuanyang's eyebrows are straight and slanted into his temples. He is the kind of monk with a sense of justice, and he especially hates demonic monks.

When I saw Shen An using the Hundred Ghosts, his whole body was filled with gloomy energy and his soul was wailing. He thought that those souls were killed by Shen An and refined into the sword, so he became furious. When he saw that his own monks were dying in horrible ways, even though he couldn't help but call out He grabbed the Xuanyang Flying Sword and rushed towards Shen An, "You little demon cultivator, you dare to kill so many disciples of my Shanhe Sect, you are seeking death!"

"puff!"

As it flew by, the flying sword was wrapped in blazing fire in the stone, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

"A monk with a dignified third-level foundation is so impulsive. I think your cultivation has gone to the level of a dog?" Shen An sneered, looking at Master Xuanyang with a pair of sharp eyes.

"You still dare to be so presumptuous?"

When Shen An said this, Master Xuanyang became even more furious and shouted, "Xuanyang in the stone!"

"boom!"

The flames on the Xuanyang Flying Sword swelled in the wind and turned into a being that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, a python but not a python. It roared and bit into Shen An. When the huge mouth enveloped Shen An, there were actually ten Shen An. Ann is so big.

Shen An was unprepared and was swallowed in one gulp.

Immediately Master Xuanyang burst into laughter, "My Xuanyang Flying Sword was personally refined by the sect master, and it can explode into a powerful combat power in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment in an instant. Do you think I am really angered by you? Ignore it. How strong are you at the second level of the Divine Power Realm? If you were swallowed by my Xuanyang Dragon Python, you will just wait to be refined and wait to die!"

The words stopped abruptly.

Master Xuanyang's eyes suddenly widened with an incredible expression.

"Crash."

The soaring flames of the Xuanyang dragon python suddenly gathered towards the belly. It was as if a black hole appeared there. They were all swallowed up. In the blink of an eye, the flames of the Xuanyang dragon python were extinguished, exposing the center of the abdomen. Shen An.

Shen An's body had a swallowing power, as if he had turned into a black hole in the universe that could swallow even light.

What kind of Xuanyang dragon python is out of the question.

After the flame was swallowed up, it turned into pure spiritual power to replenish the whole body, and merged with the fiery red skin material, further strengthening Shen An's resistance to the spiritual power of the flame.

"Silly?"

Shen An chuckled and swung the flying sword. It shot out with flames swirling around him. He swung the Hundred Ghosts Flying Sword and struck hard at Master Xuanyang.

Master Xuanyang quickly retreated. He was a foundation-building monk who was refining Qi Flow, and he was fighting in close combat with a monk who was in the realm of divine and demonic body refining. That was an act of seeking death. But Shen An was too fast, and Master Xuanyang had no time to escape. He could only hold his breath and forcibly activated the power of Xuanyang Flying Sword.

"brush!"

Xuanyang sword light surged, trying to resist Shen An's Hundred Ghosts Flying Sword.

"You're dead."

Shen An chuckled, and in the eyes of Master Xuanyang, that look was as ferocious as a devil.

"Where did the monster come from?" At this moment, Master Xuanyang, who was still full of fighting spirit before, became frightened and no longer confident, "Am I dead? Why am I dead? Although you are strong, but It is impossible to kill me in a short time! When my backup arrives, you will be dead! This is the territory of our Shanhe Sect, but the people from Ziyi County Prince’s Mansion cannot come to save you!"

The thoughts in my mind just came to an end.

"boom!!!"

With a roar and a click, the sword light of the Xuanyang Flying Sword shattered into flames and was annihilated in the void. The second-level flying sword Xuanyang, which was sacrificed by the head of the Shanhe Sect, broke directly into two pieces.

"puff!"

Master Xuanyang's eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Xuanyang Flying Sword is his magic weapon of life, which he sacrifices with his blood and life. If the Xuanyang Flying Sword is cut off with one sword, it is equivalent to cutting off half of his life with one sword.

"How is it possible! You! How is it possible?!"

Master Xuanyang shouted in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that his Xuanyang Flying Sword was broken like this!

Shen An smiled, just laughed.

Xuanyang Flying Sword is at best a second-level magic weapon, but Shen An's Hundred Ghosts Flying Sword is a fourth-level magic weapon, and a single handle is also a third-level magic weapon. Even if Shen An cannot exert its full power, It is enough to cut off the Xuanyang Flying Sword with one sword.

"Believe it or not, let's wait until we go to hell!"

Shen An gently swung the flying sword and swiped it across the neck of Master Xuanyang.

The next second.

Heads flew up and blood spurted out like fountains.

A master of foundation building! He was killed head-on by Shen An in just thirty seconds!

There were still Qi Refining monks present who had not left, and all of them were dumbfounded.

"Bang!"

Within the Shanhe Sect, in a hidden secret room.

Rows of spiritual awareness jade slips are placed, all of which are used to identify the lives of foundation-building monks and important figures of the Shanhe Sect.

As long as someone dies, the spiritual consciousness jade slip will break into pieces.

Suddenly, the spiritual consciousness jade slip representing Xuanyang's real person was shattered. A Qi Refining monk on duty in the secret room suddenly turned sallow and frightened. He hurriedly released the messenger flying sword and headed towards the Shanhe Sect's camp in the purple county city. go.

"Master Xuanyang has fallen!"

at the same time.

Ziyi County Prince's Mansion.

Qin Shuang, the adopted son of Zi Yihou, was sitting on the big chair directly above the main hall. A pair of sharp eyes glanced down, and suddenly he received a messenger flying sword. After reading it, his face showed an incomprehensible look.

Less than two minutes.

Suddenly, a foundation-building monk came in overjoyed. This was Yu Jin, a monk who was proficient in the art of gazing at the Prince's Mansion in Ziyi County.

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