Wandering the Heavens: Becoming a Killer

The next day, Wang Lun returned from the time tunnel.

He wanted to send a message to Zhang Daoyuan to tell him that he was fine.

But he didn't expect that the curse created by the seven ghost emperors was not simple, and they were still waiting for Wang Lun.

Wang Lun had no choice but to use his own magic power to send a six-word message to Zhang Daoyuan.

Wang Lun could clearly feel that the amount of black air had been reduced by one-seventh.

As long as six days passed, the black air would dissipate by itself.

At this time, Longhu Mountain was surrounded by tens of thousands of practitioners, and more than 30 practitioners with the combat power of the ghost king realm confronted Zhang Daoyuan.

"Master Zhang, now that things have come to this, you should surrender. Hand over the ghost jade obediently. We can still let Xuanmen retain its Taoism. Otherwise, Xuanmen will be destroyed today!"

The Pope of Light spoke in a non-standard Mandarin, looking very confident.

"Haha, you want to force us Xuanmen to retreat? Impossible, at worst, we will die together, and how long can your magic power last?"

"The three of us can exert the combat power of the peak ghost king realm, and we can continue. As long as the three of us are not dead, all your forces will kill all my Xuanmen disciples today. As long as you dare to separate, the three of us will see you slaughter the whole family!"

Zhang Daoyuan shouted, this is a desperate plan. If you don't want my Xuanmen to have a good life, you can't expect any good end.

All rely on the items left by their ancestors to exert the power of the ghost king, and there will always be a time when they are exhausted.

And the three of them, with the ghost king-level ghost jade, can continuously replenish spiritual energy, unless they can kill them instantly.

The final result is nothing but a loss for both sides.

Moreover, it is getting closer and closer to the Zhongyuan Festival. If they want to gather so many people, the base camp can't resist the invasion of ghosts.

Others didn't expect that Xuanmen actually had three ghost king-level ghost jades. Why did Xuanmen like to hide it so much?

On the surface, only Zhang Daoyuan has the strength of the ghost king. If it weren't for this crisis, I'm afraid they wouldn't know it.

Now, it's the turn of the major forces to consider.

One person who can continue to exert the combat power of the peak ghost king is different from three.

Because they are confident that they can use various means to gather the power of everyone to kill him.

But the three of them, working together, can also set up the three talents of heaven, earth and man, which is not something they can easily defeat.

The winning rate is less than 50%, and someone will definitely die because of this, and if they are allowed to leave.

Every force must be on guard to prevent the three from attacking.

The three major forces looked at each other and shook their heads. Something unexpected happened today, so they had to go back and discuss the battle plan again.

Zhang Daoyuan looked at the retreating crusade against the Xuanmen Alliance, feeling a little tired. He didn't really want to fight them to the death.

But it seemed that this was the only way.

Just doing this would be equivalent to putting other Xuanmen disciples to death.

After returning, Zhang Daoyuan could feel that the faces of many Xuanmen disciples were filled with lingering haze.

Zhang Daoyuan had no way to deal with this, after all, no one would be happy if they knew they would definitely die.

Even some Xuanmen disciples were wondering if they could secretly escape from here, as long as they could survive.

Just when Zhang Daoyuan was full of worry, there was a special message on his phone.

This was specially set by Zhang Daoyuan for Wang Lun. As long as it was Wang Lun's news, he could know it at the first time at any time.

"Six."

The ancestor is not dead, but why can he only send a number to himself.

Is he praising me for doing a good job?

Zhang Daoyuan just thought about it with evil interest, and then he understood what the master meant.

The worry on his face was swept away, the master was not dead!

But the master also encountered trouble, and he had to wait at least six days before he could come back.

Six days, as long as he led Xuanmen to hold on for six days!

Xuanmen can survive this crisis and take back the humiliation one by one!

Zhang Daoyuan immediately summoned all the leaders of the Xuanmen sects.

The others were puzzled, but they soon arrived.

"Everyone, the situation is critical now, do you have any solutions?"

Zhang Daoyuan did not tell Wang Lun that he was still alive at the first time, just to see if there were any spineless surrenderists in Xuanmen.

Yang Fushi shook his head. As one of the three peak ghost king-level combat forces, he didn't have much to do. As for surrendering and admitting defeat, huh, surrendering the gun will not kill?

Who believes it? It is stupid to hand over the power of life and death to others and expect others' mercy.

Especially the three of them, everyone can surrender, but the three of them can't.

If they don't die, how can other forces feel at ease.

"The only way is to fight to the death, but it will only make those Xuanmen disciples suffer. Otherwise, let those who want to leave leave."

Thinking of this, Yang Fushi didn't want others to be buried with him.

Wudang head Zhang Quanzhi also thought deeply and said, "I am willing to fight to the death, but it is also possible to let those who don't want to die leave. We can't deprive them of the right to choose."

Other heads also think this proposal is good. As for themselves, they have no intention of surrendering.

Although the underworld is gone, they may not be able to see the ancestor after death, but the ancestor has passed the sect to them, how can they be the one who surrenders.

Zhang Daoyuan felt that he was judging others by his own standards. At least there were no people who surrendered to the enemy among the top leaders of Xuanmen.

"In that case, I'll tell you a good news. The ancestor just sent me a message. Although it only has six words, I understand that the ancestor needs us to hold on for another six days."

Yang Fushi looked at Zhang Daoyuan with some disbelief.

"Master Zhang, are you lying to me? The curse made by seven ghost emperors at the same time, is there anyone in this world who can resist it?"

"If you don't believe it, just look at my phone yourself."

Zhang Daoyuan was a little angry and took out the chat history on his phone.

Yang Fushi was not polite either. He saw a six-word message that was sent not long ago.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to read the message above, he was stopped by Zhang Daoyuan.

"You are not allowed to read the above."

"Humph, I send good morning and good night to the master on time every day. Today, I led my disciples to seal thousands of ghosts. There are also various emoticons. Zhang Tianshi, I didn't expect you to be such a flatterer."

"I was wondering how you were the first to obtain the ghost king-level ghost jade. Your disciples all have ghost jades. It turns out that you are such a person."

Yang Fushi laughed loudly, happier than knowing that the master is still alive.

Zhang Daoyuan immediately put away his mobile phone and changed the subject directly: "Anyway, the master is still alive. We in the Xuanmen just need to work together to hold on for another six days."

Zhang Quanzhi looked at the two funny guys playing with each other and was a little speechless, but he remembered that his master was also an old naughty boy and could understand it.

The heart of a child is nothing more than this.

"If that's the case, then we'll tell the other disciples, but we also need to let some of them make a choice. Those who want to leave should hand over the ghost jade and erase their martial arts memories."

Erasing the martial arts memories without destroying their cultivation, so that they can easily switch to other martial arts, is already the greatest mercy.