Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 269 Powerful Enemy

Weekend suddenly appeared in front of Kamo Kokaku with a cold face, making him startled.

He took a few steps back suddenly.

Faced with this kind of nonsense, I didn't want to say a word of nonsense on weekends, I just raised my hand and waved it away.

A red sword light went straight to Kamo Kokaku's head.

"Don't kill me, I'm from the Kamo family..."

"Whoosh!"

The sound of splitting the air sounded, causing his sudden appearance of weird Chinese to stop.

Kamo Kokaku's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that the other party didn't even give him a chance to speak.

Blood flowed from his eyebrows, and with a bang, the body fell to the ground.

Weekend looked at these five Japanese islanders who died instantly with a cold face, their bodies shimmering with a faint blue light.

The White Bone Hundred Ghost Flag slowly floated out.

A faint blue light suddenly enveloped the five corpses.

Special power acted on these five corpses, and soon their flesh and blood were dissolved, and their souls were integrated into the bones.

Four brand-new Yin soldiers appeared at the weekend interview, two with the strength of mages and two with the strength of Taoist priests.

It turned into a ray of light and was received into the White Bones Hundred Ghost Banner.

Weekend looked at the last one, that is, the body of Kamo Kokaku.

An illusory shadow floated towards the distance, but it was bound by blue chains and could not escape at all.

"No! Please... let my soul go. My father is Liao Zhu, and he is in the same realm as Master Yuansheng... ahhh!"

The painful howl came from the soul, and the white chains penetrated into the depths of his soul.

The painful faces were twisted together and looked extremely ugly!

"Humph!" Weekend snorted coldly.

He doesn't care what the opponent's strength is?

What can Master Yuanshen do?

It's time to give it a try. Can you kill him by leapfrogging him?

The power of tearing in the distance is gradually weakening, and the power of the White Bone Hundred Ghost Banner is not much weaker than that of Yuanshen Zhenren.

What's more, there are powerful people of similar realm in this so-called Japanese island country.

In the end, Kamo Kokaku's soul did not escape the White Bones Hyakki Banner, but was sucked into the magic weapon and refined into a Yin soldier.

After doing all this, Weekend reached out and grabbed the magic weapon, turned around and looked at the village.

The cold face was a little more murderous.

Except for the soldiers who were hiding, there was no one alive in the village.

Sneer on weekends and your figure will disappear in an instant.

When he appeared, he occupied a position in front of a dwarf soldier.

This little soldier in yellow looked at the weekend that suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was startled violently, raised his hand and started shooting.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

These little dwarfs were originally frightened birds. In their eyes, the Onmyoji, who was like a god, was easily killed by the devil.

Now that he suddenly appeared in front of them, they were naturally startled.

The officer standing at the back of them had turned pale.

He knew that if he didn't shoot, there was still a way to survive.

But now that they have fired, the other party has an excuse.

The eyes of the short officer with a mustache were shrouded in fear. Although death was terrifying, it did not scare him.

What he fears is that the other party is playing with his soul.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up the gun in his hand and pointed it at his head.

Then, his vision went dark.

A sword energy penetrated his brain.

"Want to die? Humph, this is just the beginning!"

After Zhou Zhou snorted coldly, the magic weapon beside him emitted a faint blue light.

A dozen dwarfs were refined into Yin soldiers.

"Not counting the 100 Yin soldiers that can be resurrected, I have accumulated more than 800 Yin soldiers in the past three months, and I can almost start my plan."

When I looked at the magic weapon in my hand on the weekend, there was no joy between my eyebrows.

At this moment, a powerful breath came from far away.

It immediately attracted Zhou Xing's attention, and he turned his head to look at the horizon in the distance.

"He is really a strong man who is similar to the realm of real Yuanshen!" Weekend frowned.

The opponent's strength is very strong, it doesn't look like he is in a semi-incomplete state, or he has just been promoted.

He must have blazed his own path. His strength is extraordinary.

Compared with the nine real souls before the ceremony, they are not at the bottom.

Although he can't compare with those three old men, he can still rank second or third among the six real Yuanshen.

"Now is not the time. Wait until I have everything ready before I kill you!"

After Zhou Qing finished speaking, he turned around and turned into a sword light, disappearing from the horizon in an instant.

A few minutes later, a large snow-white bird appeared in the sky.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face and eyes full of anger.

"Who is it?"

Angry voices spread around, but there was no one alive here at this time, and no one answered him.

The middle-aged man patted the big bird at his feet, and the strange snow-white wings flapped downwards.

The strong wind carried snowflakes and howled to the earth.

Everything in all directions was frozen, and wisps of breath appeared in the air.

The middle-aged man immediately appeared in front of a sharp breath and grabbed it with his hand.

"Sword cultivator?"

The middle-aged man's face became even more ugly. The sword cultivator's sect was not easy to mess with.

They are not like the stupid Imperial Army who think they can completely occupy this land easily.

Therefore, we have always adopted the method of boiling the frog in warm water, but it has become more and more radical after being dragged down by the army.

If you kill this sword cultivator, you will probably offend the real sects.

"Damn it, I can't control that much anymore, and even though the Army took the lead in doing that, there is no room for turning back!"

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

"Kill my son and I will make you pay with your life!"

In the world of practice, every large area has a gathering place similar to a contact point.

They are special areas built by large sects with resources and formations.

Even the place where all cultivators gather is also a place to recuperate, rest, replenish resources, and exchange materials.

In a valley, layers of white mist shrouded the place, and from time to time there would be a ray of light or a figure rushing into it.

Jian Mang, who transformed into the weekend, also rushed in.

According to the direction, after changing it several times, we came to the door of a hall.

Noisy sounds came towards me.

"Damn it, those bastards, why can't they attack those soldiers?..."

"Those beasts don't follow the rules, are we going to watch people being killed?"

"Old man Chen, what do the big shots above say? If they don't allow it, then I will do it alone. Anyway, I'm just a casual cultivator!"

The noisy sound rushed towards me, and my brows were knitted tightly together over the weekend. I just haven't been here for more than a week. Why is there such a big change?

A large number of people surrounded the hall, with anger on their faces, surrounding Old Man Chen and the others.

Old Man Chen is a mage and the manager here.

Commissioned by several major sects.

In other words, all these strongholds were built by several sects, and the people who manage them are naturally their people.

Information will be shared here, as well as some resources, tasks, and of course corresponding rewards.

At this moment, an indignant crowd surrounded Old Man Chen.

(End of chapter)