NABC Chapter 355 Jin Zhizun
Chapter 355 Jin Zhizun
"puff!"
The executioner chopped it down with a knife, and the head of a female cultivator in the Jiuzhong Pavilion fell to the ground. A large amount of blood gushed out from her severed neck and merged into a blood column, which stimulated the red eyeballs inside the formation wall.
The provocative enemy cultivators laughed loudly. They beheaded the hostages one by one in the most primitive way. Every time they killed a person, they would sarcastically say a few words towards the formation wall.
They knew that beheading these 'insignificant' disciples would not be able to achieve the purpose of attracting opponents to fight. Doing so was more of a provocation and venting their anger.
In less than half an hour, more than a hundred disciples of the Jiuzhong Pavilion were beheaded.
The blood flowed into a small lake, soaking the decapitated disciples in the stains, and the bloody smell filled the air, attracting many hyenas that lived on scavengers.
Inside the Jiuzhong Pavilion, a group of disciples touched the ground with one knee and uttered angrily.
"Elder Zimo, please allow us to go out and fight those bastards!"
"Disciples please fight!"
"Elder Zimo, disciples please fight!"
"Elder! My elder sister was beheaded by them. She was performing an extra mission in my name. Please, let me go out and fight those bastards to the death!"
With a flick of his sleeve, Zimo imprisoned the words and deeds of a group of disciples with the power of his cultivation.
There was undisguised anger in his voice: "Fight to the death? Apart from being caught by the enemy cultivator and then beheaded one by one in front of all of us, can you have a second result when you go out?"
"I know you are very angry, so why am I not? The real cowards are those who are irrational and brave, and blindly seek death. If you really want to avenge your fellow disciples, you should practice desperately, so that one day you can recover their life debts for them. Instead of running to the door to deliver the head!"
After finishing speaking, Zimo turned his eyes to the young man who spoke last: "Remember, your sister died for you. If you want your relatives to die in vain, I won't stop you. You are here Suicide is to save yourself from being humiliated by the enemy!"
With just one word, he flicked his sleeves again and released the imprisonment of his disciples.
The disciples who had asked to fight before were still full of anger, but this time, none of them asked the elder to send him outside the formation to fight the enemy.
They knew very well that what Elder Zimo said was right. If they ran out like this for nothing, not only would they not be able to avenge their fellow disciples, but they would also cause pain to their loved ones and happiness to their enemies.
Another few days passed, and it seemed that there was an invisible and thick haze everywhere in the Jiuzhong Pavilion, which made people feel a little breathless.
The protective array was not broken, and there was much less clamor outside the array.
It seemed that the two sides inside and outside the formation seemed to have entered a stalemate, but everyone in the Jiuzhong Pavilion felt like a sharp sword was hanging above their heads.
They can guess what tricks the enemy must be holding back, but they don't know when those vicious tricks will happen.
This feeling of passive waiting is very uncomfortable, like a death row prisoner waiting day and night for the execution date.
At noon this day, the scorching sun hung high.
The scorching sun scorched the earth, illuminating the entire mountain range where the Jiuzhong Pavilion was located.
However, all the members of the Jiuzhong Pavilion felt a chill down their spines.
Because everyone saw that the four Supreme Realm powerhouses headed by the head teacher of Baigui Shameng all appeared together!
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!No matter how simple a disciple is, they wouldn't think that those few people showed up just to show off their muscles and intimidate them.
"Are they planning to launch a general attack?"
"Maybe, but that's good too. Since fate wants me to live and die with Jiuchongge, I have to kill a few more backs before I die!"
"I hope that the Great Formation of Protecting the Pavilion will consume those supreme miscellaneous/species and can buy more time, and we can work together to kill more waves."
"They must be afraid that our pavilion master will kill them all after leaving the customs, so they are eager to attack. It's really shameless."
"Huh? Look quickly, what is that headmaster doing? He seems to have made a person out of the space!"
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In the space at the bottom of the lake, as Mu Feng refined and absorbed the last trace of the Dayan Hongmeng Holy Lotus into his body, his cultivation immediately underwent earth-shaking changes.
Its flesh, meridians, and bones are all reborn, from soft to firm, from jade-like to ordinary.
With every breath he takes, his physical body will go through a cycle from weak to strong and then back to the original.
Mu Feng sat cross-legged silently like an old monk in meditation, carefully sensing the transformation process of his physical strength.
He can be sure that at this time, with pure strength, he can directly blow out a monk in the first layer of the Supreme Realm with a single punch, even if the opponent has reached the threshold of thought power.
This can be regarded as a true one-force drop-ten meeting.
In addition to the transformation of the physical body, Mu Feng also clearly sensed that his immortal magic body disappeared.
Perhaps it is not accurate to describe it as disappearing, and it is more appropriate to call it the perfect fusion of the Dharma body and the physical body.
In the battle at the level of the Supreme Realm, there is no longer the step of monks sacrificing their dharma body and then merging.
The dharma body is the physical body, and a monk can choose whether to manifest it or not, and to what extent, according to his own needs.
The substantial increase in divine sense directly led to the advancement of Mu Feng's mental power.
Before that, the way he mobilized his thoughts was more similar to single-line combat.
He can only lock a few targets within a certain range.
But now, not only has the distance that his thought power can spread not only greatly expanded, but most importantly, within the reach of his thought power, he can already form an absolute domain that belongs to him alone.
In the absolute realm, he is the master of all laws.
Once the opponent is trapped in the field of mind power, it is basically equivalent to a mortal with his hands and feet bound.
Unless the opponent has also cultivated his own domain, this dimensionality reduction technique can be counteracted according to the situation.
And if the opponent can only stimulate the power of thought without cultivating his own domain, the situation is basically the same as that of a mortal who is not bound.
"Is the coverage of the field of thought power only a hundred miles? It's a bit weak."
Mu Feng is multi-tasking, and while realizing the improvement of his own cultivation, he also does not forget to think about his combat power system.
The hundred-mile domain doesn't sound bad, but compared to the situation where the Supreme Realm powerhouses can move thousands of miles or thousands of miles in an instant, it seems a bit unsatisfactory.
However, Mu Feng was not discouraged by this.
Meals have to be eaten one bite at a time, and cultivation has to be done step by step. How can there be any thing in the world that can be accomplished overnight?
Besides, Mu Feng can use the hole card that can only be used by the third rank of the Supreme just after stepping into the Supreme Realm, which is already against the sky.
And with the improvement of his cultivation base, the scope of the field will gradually become larger.
Just when Mu Feng was feeling the power of thoughts in his heart, the mirror world in the space at the bottom of the lake suddenly opened without warning.
In an instant, the bottom of the lake turned into a piece of transparent glass, and a familiar Buddhist temple emerged under the glass.
"Kurfu Temple? Why did it appear inexplicably? I didn't radiate my mind power outward."
Before Mu Feng figured out what was going on, a suction force had already erupted from the monastery, sweeping him directly into the monastery.
That suction force is filled with the Law of the Great Dao and the Law of Space, and the force of teleportation it imparts is simply irresistible.
If it was the last retreat session, Mu Feng would still be very nervous when encountering such a change.
But at this moment, he has enough confidence to deal with such sudden changes.
Mu Feng put the storage ring back on his finger, his mind moved slightly, his naked body was already dressed in a long robe.
The hair grew instantly, and within a short while, Cheng Liang's bald head was covered by thick black hair.
"What a dry lake monastery, since it is a sign-in gift delivered to your door, then I will accept it openly!"