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- Chapter 1,208 The golden cicada escapes its shell
"Ah, this, Uncle Master, I don't know. Maybe it's the secret technique of ghost cultivators. Uncle Master, the following ghost cultivator in the out-of-body stage is definitely not Chen Er. Maybe he can't trust those two soul-condensing stages. The priests of the Ice Soul Temple. Uncle Master, there are at least two monks who are in the out-of-body stage in the Ice Soul Temple. You said Zhang Hua didn¡¯t know it himself, or he deliberately hid it from us. "
What Yuchen threw into the ground were all black crossbow-shaped objects. From Feng Rushan, he could neither feel the fluctuation of spiritual energy nor the existence of Gang Yuan. It was obviously not a tool for setting up the array. As for these Of course, he knew nothing about the purpose of the utensils, what Yuchen wanted to do, and why he had to quietly throw them into the soil.
The two soul-condensing monks who followed Yuchen were dressed exactly the same as Zhang Hua. They looked like priests of the Ice Soul Temple, but there was no iceberg symbol of the Ice Soul Temple on Yuchen's clothes.
"I don't care whether Zhang Hua knows it or not! Feng Rushan, are we just going to hang out with this little monk? Otherwise, I will take out the small sword again and seduce Chen Er to come over and deal with it together. We are done. It¡¯s better to go back to Bingpo City as soon as possible¡¡±
Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan simply changed their appearance. This was not difficult because no one in Wufeng Town knew them. They hung out in the tavern in Wufeng Town during the day and heard a lot of shameless gossip about Mengtang. , Overall, Mengtang is not a good mayor, but he is not particularly bad either.
Mengtang just likes beauties with big breasts, and has no other special behavior that is outrageous to both humans and gods. At least I have never heard of any good women from any family that Mengtang has robbed. As for the "equal value" transaction between you and me, cheating first and then abandoning it, etc. , indeed a lot, but this cannot be entirely blamed on Mengtang.
¡°A person, whether a man or a woman, as long as they put a price on themselves, is worthless in Murong Xuefei¡¯s world. Even if Meng Tang is willing to pay a white star coin, it cannot be considered a bargain.
As for the inaccuracies in Zhang Hua¡¯s words, Murong Xuefei didn¡¯t even care.
She never believed that a prisoner would tell the complete truth.
Murong Xuefei herself is of course a little afraid of death, but she knows very well that if one day she is unfortunately captured alive by her opponent, she will never tell everything she knows without reservation in order to survive.
She doesn¡¯t think she is unique in the world when it comes to herself and others.
Of course, there must be such weaklings in the world. Unfortunately, no one can tell whether a strange prisoner is a weakling. At least, Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan cannot tell. Moreover, they are not used to basing their destiny entirely on it. The "captives" are all weaklings, and they are above their description.
There are many people who are afraid of death in the world, but there are more smart people. Fear of death and lack of IQ are not the same thing at all. There is no difference between not telling lies and saying something. Interrogation is a specialized knowledge, Murong Xuefei and Feng Rushan, including Xiaohong, are not experts.
"Uncle, wait a moment. We clearly know that we can easily kill Zhang Hua and Dong Di without destroying the bloody sword. The following monks in the out-of-body stage only brought two men in the soul-condensing stage. It's a bit strange to wander around Wufeng Mountain. I always feel that something is wrong. Master, what do you think"
Naturally, Murong Xuefei has not figured out the mystery of the little blood-colored sword yet, but Feng Rushan still knows clearly that the power of the little blood-colored sword has been lost.
In the final analysis, the small bloody sword is just a magical weapon for a monk in the soul condensation stage. According to normal circumstances, regardless of whether Murong Xuefei is a weapon refiner or not, since she can easily kill Zhang Hua and Dong Di, she should kill Zhang Hua and Dong Di as soon as possible. Destroying the little bloody sword that had no power was obviously not a normal situation for Murong Xuefei.
However, Feng Rushan did not think that Chen Er knew the details of Murong Xuefei, so Murong Xuefei's behavior was difficult to understand in Chen Er's view. Since according to normal logic, Chen Er could not explain the safety of the bloody little sword, then There must be something weird in Yuchen's movements. Although Feng Rushan couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but waiting a little and staying the same to cope with the changes, sometimes it can be a wonderful move.
"Hmph, you are the only one who is so unreasonable! I will take care of you after this is over!"
Due to information asymmetry, or incompleteness, the two parties have completely different understandings of the same thing. It is a headache to really think about the twists and turns. Murong Xuefei is very worried. Not good at this, she didn't bother to put in the effort.
"However, Murong Xuefei still habitually chose to believe in Feng Rushan's feelings, or in other words, fallacies.
"Uncle Master, it is said that one of the black-armored warriors and the golden elixir monks is dominant in close combat, while the other is superior in long-distance combat. Chen Er should also have some scruples about us"
In terms of overall combat power, the black-armored warriorIt is much worse than the Golden Core cultivator, but it is not easy for a Golden Core cultivator to defeat a black-armored warrior. It is not easy to win in battle, or even to defeat and kill him. Feng Rushan is not sure how Chen Er will design a warrior. Black armored warrior.
He is not familiar with the methods of monks in Gangxing China.
In fact, he is not familiar with the combat power of black-armored warriors.
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"Huh? No. Zhu Guang, send the signal and ask Director Chen and Dong Tong to come together as soon as possible!"
"Almost. Hehe, I don't know why the person who killed Zhang Hua dragged me and Chen Er to Wufeng Mountain. If he is really planning the Ice Soul Temple, I hope Yuliang won't let me down. Alas, brother Chen Er, Sorry."
Yuchen stopped, sighed silently in his heart, turned around and gave instructions to a soul-condensing monk.
"yes!"
Zhu Guang did not dare to neglect, he reached out and took out a purple communication talisman from the treasure bag, and threw it out. The talisman turned into a ray of purple light, rushed into the vast mist, and disappeared.
"Brother Chen, have you discovered anything?"
After about two sticks of incense, Chen Er stepped on a huge black crutch and flew over at low altitude with five priests from the Ice Soul Temple. He had just landed and before he could take back the crutch, he hurriedly asked road.
"Brother Chen, look at that cliff. Kill!"
Yuchen pointed with his left hand at the cliff opposite. When Chen Er raised his head and looked in the direction he pointed, Yuchen suddenly shouted, a white light flashed from his hand, and he slashed hard on Chen Er's neck. A big head flew high into the air.
At the same time, he waved his right hand continuously, and more than a dozen black fireballs shot into the ground.
With a loud muffled sound, black crossbow arrows suddenly shot out from the ground. After emerging from the ground, each crossbow arrow suddenly exploded and turned into dozens of small arrows. For a moment, arrows rained down in the air, and the seven people In the disbelieving eyes of the priests of the Ice Soul Temple, sharp small arrows shot through their bodies, shooting the seven soul-condensing monks into sieves, harvesting their lives mercilessly.
Snapped!
Chen Er¡¯s head fell from the air onto the hard rock of Wufeng Mountain and turned into pieces of debris, flying everywhere.
"Congratulations, Brother Chen! Hehe, I never thought that you could finally master the golden cicada's ability to escape from its shell. It seems that the rumors are true. The host of this temple, a prince, is indeed very wealthy."
No matter how hard the rock in Wufeng Mountain is, it is impossible for Chen Er's head to be broken into pieces. Yuchen was shocked at first, then understood, opened his mouth and spit out a silver scimitar, looked at the empty place in front of him and said lightly, The voice was indescribably bitter.
The so-called golden cicada's shelling is simply a kind of substitute technique. Practicing the golden cicada's shelling not only requires extremely high talent, but also consumes a huge amount of resources. Not only precious treasures of heaven and earth, but ordinary materials are also enough for ordinary people to escape from their shells. Monks in the out-of-body stage are intimidated.
Yuchen knew that Chen Er had no shortage of talent, but according to his estimation, under normal circumstances, a monk in the middle of the out-of-body experience, like him and Chen Er, would not be able to bear it. But Chen Er, as the Ice Soul Temple, The host is obviously not a normal situation.
"Haha, if I hadn't managed to escape the golden cicada by luck today, you would be the host of the Ice Soul Temple tomorrow! Yuchen, what is all this for? Is it just for the host of the Ice Soul Temple?"
Under a small tree more than ten feet away from Yuchen, a vaguely human figure slowly emerged. This figure was completely covered by a black mask, but when the person was completely hidden, After emerging from the ground, the black mask immediately faded and then disappeared completely. It was Chen Er who survived the disaster.
Chen Er's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept falling down his chin. His eyes radiated a faint cold light, and he stared at Yuchen not far away. With a touch of his left hand, there were many drops in his hand. Chen Er took a green pill and swallowed it slowly before opening his mouth and spitting out a black scimitar.
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"Feng Rushan, what are these two people doing? Hey! Chen Er has a storage ring. Feng Rushan, you find a way to keep Chen Er here. I want to see what the storage tools on Gangxing Shenzhou say. "
Murong Xuefei was dazzled by the series of changes below, and she couldn't figure out what was going on in a short time.
"Uncle, it's just the same old internal struggle for power and life and death. Let's take our time and watch the show first. It seems that these two people are like old friends. They know each other well but are afraid of each other. Although Chen Er lost the first move, he still wore Chu It¡¯s hard to say who will win and who will lose.¡±
Feng Rushan grinned, silently and bitterly.
He didn¡¯t know either of them, so he didn¡¯t know what was going on, butThere is nothing new under the sun, and there is certainly no harmony within the Black Moon Sect. For the sake of power and status, Feng Rushan does not find it particularly incomprehensible to step on the blood of opponents and friends to climb up.
As for Chen Er¡¯s storage ring, hehe, let¡¯s talk about it later.
"Bah! It's life and death. Well, this Yuchen is heartless and ruthless. He did this to an old friend. He is a despicable and shameless villain, Feng Rushan. Let's kill him later."
Feng Rushan is also a good ambush, sneak attack, sap, and black brick smasher, and Murong Xuefei does not object to it, but it is stabbing enemies in the back and friends, and Murong Xuefei dislikes this kind of person very much. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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