The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 91: In Present·Uchiha Madara
The flying needle was bounced off in an instant, and the middle-aged man was not surprised. Instead, he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good, good, the harder the prey struggles, the more excited I am!"

As the middle-aged man said, he took out his jade mirror again, shining the sunlight from the sky towards Zhao Lizheng.

"This time, I will suck out your soul!"

The middle-aged man said viciously, and Zhao Lizheng's thoughts moved slightly. He used his flying sword to block in front of him and shoot towards the light of the mirror.

Squeak!
There was a burst of sound, and the flying sword sparked on the mirror of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man stimulated his spiritual power and wanted to sacrifice Zhao Lizheng's flying sword.

But with the passage of time, Feijian seemed to have an invisible layer of protection, and he remained motionless, unable to absorb it. This made the middle-aged man's face distorted, and his forehead was also covered with sweat.

"Why, why, why can't the sacrifice be refined!"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth. He didn't understand that his invincible mirror couldn't even absorb an ordinary flying sword. This was too inappropriate!

With such thoughts, the middle-aged man even looked a little angry, but soon he noticed something. When he looked up, he saw that Zhao Lizheng had broken free from the restraints of the body-holding technique and stood up.

"Old thief, die!"

As Zhao Lizheng spoke, the middle-aged monk raised his hand, wanting to cast the spell again, but saw swirling lines in Zhao Lizheng's eyes.

This made the middle-aged man slightly stunned, and at the moment he was stunned, the arm holding the mirror sent a huge cracking pain.

"Divine power!"

Zhao Lizheng activated his pupil power, and a trace of blood flowed from his eyes. The middle-aged man watched helplessly as his arm was gradually torn apart, and the arm holding the jade mirror fell down.

"Ahhh!"

The middle-aged man yelled, he covered his broken arm with one hand, and looked at Zhao Lizheng viciously with the other. When Zhao Lizheng's spirit sword was free, he pointed at the middle-aged man unceremoniously.

"Death to Laozi!"

Zhao Lizheng yelled, and with his golden light attached to his spirit sword, he slashed towards the middle-aged man's neck.

"Certainly!"

Regardless of the injury on his arm, the middle-aged man raised his hand fiercely, shouted, and stopped Zhao Lizheng's flying sword. Then he pinched his spirit and took out a sinister flag from his storage bag.

"Zhao Lizheng, today I want your soul to be shattered and your body to be turned into ashes! Calling the soul banner, untie it!"

As the words fell, countless ghosts surged out from the flag. Seeing this scene, Zhao Lizheng was also shocked.

It's not because of anything else, it's because the souls in the soul-calling flag are not pure souls, these souls have been sacrificed and refined, and they are offensive weapons of spiritual consciousness.

The more souls in the soul-calling banner, the greater the power of this magic weapon. If there are tens of thousands of souls, the soul-calling banner can even directly absorb the souls of monks whose strength is lower than its own, and it is extremely powerful.

Such a magic weapon releases all the soul sacrifices, and its power is so great that it is simply unimaginable.

Facing the surging souls one after another, Zhao Lizheng's forehead also shed bursts of cold sweat.

One of the main reasons is that these souls have been sacrificed and refined, they cannot be absorbed, they can only be killed.

In this way, there must be great damage to his spirit, which is not what Zhao Lizheng wants to see.

But at the moment, he was helpless, he could only use his spirit to fight against the middle-aged man.

In front of the middle-aged man, there were about [-] sacrificed souls horizontally. The middle-aged man covered his arms and said with a smile: "Although there are not many souls, they are all the souls of first-class and first-class experts. Zhao Lizheng, you let me destroy a Nascent Soul-level magic weapon, but today, you are bound to die here."

The middle-aged man untied the soul-calling banner, then these souls could no longer return to the soul-calling banner, and the soul-calling banner without souls was like a discarded flag, useless.

In other words, any monk would feel distressed, but this is not the time to feel distressed, it is already the autumn of life and death.

"Hmph, my soul is extremely powerful, and am I afraid of mediocre souls like you?"

The power of Zhao Lizheng's spiritual consciousness unfolded, like a demon, and the big hand of the spiritual consciousness transformed was extremely terrifying, grabbing a soul was tearing it apart.

But then, one, two, three... dozens of souls bit into Zhao Lizheng's consciousness. Zhao Lizheng felt the pain from his soul and showed a look of pain.

"Die, Zhao Lizheng, there is nothing you can do now, even if you kill these dozens of souls, so what? Unless, you can kill me, hahaha, the soul released by the soul-calling banner will also be killed. will disappear, but is it possible?"

After all, more than a dozen souls guarded the middle-aged man.

"You mean, kill you?"

The power of Zhao Lizheng's consciousness increased sharply, tearing up more than a dozen souls again, but enduring the pain, he clapped his hands together.

The lines on his face emerged, and the moment his palms merged, the ground arched, and a huge Buddha statue appeared from behind Zhao Lizheng.

"what is this!"

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, only to see Zhao Lizheng jump on the Buddha statue and said, "Immortal Art·Wooden Dun·True thousands of hands!"

After Zhao Lizheng said these words, the Buddha statue behind him started to move and hammered hard towards the ground.

boom!boom!boom!
A series of explosions shook the ground in the entire area, with a radius of nearly fifty miles, all of which were submerged in the explosions.

I don't know how long it took before the explosion subsided, and Zhao Lizheng's tired figure was revealed. He didn't want to use this move. This was his last powerful move. If it was exposed, it would really be gone.

Panting, he looked ahead and found that there were still a large number of souls. Zhao Lizheng was stunned and said: "Not dead?"

"Hahaha, Qian donkey is at the end of his game!"

As the middle-aged man said, a lot of fragments fell off his body and fell to the ground.

These shards exuded aura and were clearly a defensive magic weapon.

"Damn it, you smashed all my magic weapons, but this time, you should die too!"

As the middle-aged man said, Zhao Lizheng remained silent. With his current state, he could no longer use any chakra.

"Flying Sword!"

Zhao Lizheng's expression moved slightly. He suddenly brought up the last of his spiritual power. The middle-aged man was stunned and said, "Where?"

"Behind you!"

puff!

As Zhao Lizheng's words fell, the middle-aged man's head was in a different place, and then Zhao Lizheng used his powerful spiritual sense to tear the man's soul to pieces.

After finishing all this, he sat on the ground, looked at the soul of the soul-calling banner that gradually disappeared, and said: "Start the two-person combat system! Summon, Uchiha Madara!"

(End of this chapter)