Chapter 400: Zhong Ling's Practice
Beat him?
How is this possible!
His most proud trump card was gone, and even the undead were all released. Now he had no trump cards at all. How could he defeat the man in front of him? !
The most hateful thing is that he has always been the one who tortured and killed others. When will it be someone else's turn to kill him? Jiang Ming is simply provoking! Thinking of this, Sima Jin gritted his teeth in anger! Even his upper and lower gums creaked, and his scalp numbed when he heard it.
"We can't fight. We absolutely can't fight this guy. We must go back and tell the Palace Master as soon as possible!" After Sima Jin calmed down, he thought about it carefully.
Jiang Ming's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations, and judging from his methods, Jiang Ming might not have given his all yet!
Such a person is definitely an uncertain factor in their Evil Spirit Temple!
What's more, now that he has lost his trump card, he can still use his body skills to escape.
If he can’t win, won’t he just run away?
Thinking of this, Sima Jin moved, threw out several flying knives from his hand, and then ran in the opposite direction as if his feet were greased.
At this time, Jiang Ming raised his right hand, and an invisible sword cover appeared in front of him.
All the flying knives were easily blocked outside the sword cover. At the same time, a small sword energy shot out from his sleeves and instantly flew from the air to behind Sima Jin! Puff! A sound of breaking wind passed through the space, and Sima Jin, who was about to escape, fell to the ground.
Until the moment he fell down, Sima Jin's eyes were wide open, filled with confusion and fear.
He was clearly the hunter, so why did he become the prey in the end? He was unwilling to accept this...
I'm not willing to accept this!
At this moment, Sima Jin's limbs began to stiffen, and even his last urge to struggle was not able to continue.
Sima Jin, die! Jiang Ming walked slowly to Sima Jin's side, grasped the air, and the token on Sima Jin's body fell into Jiang Ming's hands again.
This token is similar to the one obtained in the small town, but Sima Jin's is obviously more exquisite.
"The Evil Spirit Hall has stretched its hands too far. Aren't they afraid of being stuffed to death?" Jiang Ming said calmly while eating the skewers in his hand.
He turned his head to look at the unconscious female cultivator, seemed to have thought of something, and strode up to the female cultivator.
Then, Jiang Ming reached out his hand and touched the female cultivator's clothes...
After finding the flare, Jiang Ming injected a little bit of true energy and lit the signal in the sky. Then he stood up and threw the bamboo sticks he had eaten on the ground.
"Let these people worry about these troublesome matters. I'd better go and see how my little disciple's practice is going." Jiang Ming stretched and walked towards the outside of the city.
Little did they know.
This place had long been corroded by decayed flesh and blood and no longer looked like a street at all, demonstrating what a river of blood truly was.
…
When the monks from various groups arrived here according to the signal flares, they rescued the female monk who had fainted out of fright.
At the same time, many people felt a terrible sense of depression when watching this scene.
Especially some of the weaker disciples, looking at the rotten flesh and meat on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood, almost vomited all the pills they had eaten! At this time, an elder walked up to Sima Jin, carefully looked at Sima Jin's body, and finally took off Sima Jin's silver mask.
The next second, the elder's pupils trembled, and even his hands shook in fear.
Under Sima Jin's mask was a face the color of feces, with blue veins all over the uneven ridges on his face. There were also many bubble-like things on his face, stained with shit-yellow sticky liquid, which kept moving on his face.
This face was not only disgusting, but also weird! "Elder, this man..." The monk next to him felt a chill.
"This person should be the culprit. Moreover, his strength is as high as the Spirit Transformation Stage. The cultivators sent here are no match for him at all." The elder said in a deep voice.
"That's right. We just found many injured disciples and many killed disciples nearby. They all died with cuts on their necks, and some even had all their blood drained out," said a disciple nearby.
Hearing this, the elder took a deep breath.
This horrific way of death is enough to prove that what the Evil Spirit Hall is doing now has completely violated the rules of the Sowu Empire.
"I really don't know who killed this man. If not, there will be endless troubles." The elder said with emotion.
…
Early the next morning.
Jiang Ming found a place to rest. He had never felt so relaxed before.
In the past, I just looked at a wall every day, without eating or drinking, year after year.
In comparison, just wandering around here and there feels quite interesting.
However, after playing for a few days, it is time to see how his little disciple is doing in his training.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ming took out the scroll, looked at the image in the picture, and fought with the monster in the picture with every move, which was quite interesting.
now.
In the painting.
Zhong Ling slapped the monster with all her might, and an extremely cold air burst out from her palm, instantly freezing the monster's forelimbs, so that the monster's attack was temporarily slowed down.
But this doesn't mean that Zhong Ling is any less dangerous.
Because to date, she has no idea how many monsters she has defeated. In this trial, there are three Jindan-stage monsters fighting against her!
And her current strength is only at the late stage of foundation building.
"not good!"
Zhong Ling cried out in her heart, and the moment she turned her head, she saw a monster pouncing towards her and biting her.
At this moment, Zhong Ling was calm and collected, and quickly dodged backwards, releasing a frosty air. An ice lotus-shaped mist bloomed on the ground where he stayed, surrounding the monster behind in the ice mist.
Seeing this, Zhong Ling also breathed a sigh of relief.
After his strategy worked, he immediately distanced himself from the other monster and attacked the monster that was originally frozen.
Bang! A crisp sound spread in the space, and Zhong Ling punched the monster's frozen forelimb with all his strength, and the latter's forelimb was instantly shattered! "Roar!"
This blow broke the arm of a monster. There was no doubt that the monster was no longer as threatening to her.
But at the same time, a lot of her true energy was also consumed.
At the same time, the monsters that were restrained by the ice fog also broke free from it, and the two monsters still stared at Zhong Ling with eager eyes.
Obviously.
Their companions had their front limbs broken, which also sent them into a frenzy.
It is not a good thing for a monster with Jindan stage strength to fall into a violent state.
"Is there still no way?" Zhong Ling thought to herself while panting.
Helplessly, he could only move back a distance.
But the two monsters had no intention of backing down and kept pressing Zhong Ling step by step.
Seeing this, Zhong Ling gritted her teeth, suddenly stopped, and pressed her hands to the ground.
Instantly! The entire ground was filled with mottled frost, and then, icicles burst out from the ground and pierced directly through the belly of the monster!
(End of this chapter)
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