Chapter 20 Slaughter and return to the clan

"Haha, boy, I didn't expect you to be an expert. You know a lot."

"In that case, hand over all the valuables you have and kill yourself. I'll let you suffer less."

"Otherwise, judging by your skinny skin and tender flesh, our brothers have recently been put on a bounty and are hiding in this wilderness. We no longer know what it is like to be a woman..."

The fat leader Jie Xiu looked at Zheng Yi and thought of something. He smiled gloomily.

But he didn't realize that Zheng Yi seemed to have not heard what he said at all. He stretched out his hand and the fine iron flying sword in the storage bag suddenly flew out.

"I have indeed advanced not long ago, and I haven't had time to test my current strength. You just happened to come to my door, so I will give it a simple test."

Zheng Yi pointed his finger forward, unsheathed his flying sword, and shot straight towards the fat man.

"Oh, you actually dare to resist."

"It's true that if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!"

"When I capture you alive, I'll break your legs and feet so that you can have some fun for your brothers..."

Although Fatty, the leader of the Tribulation Cultivator, had been saying this, he was actually cautious enough and had been secretly wary of Zheng Yi's movements. When he saw this scene, he quickly activated his flying sword and attacked.

Dealing with these wilderness bandits is like dealing with the notorious anus-picking hyena, and you must not show weakness.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

Once the prey shows weakness, the group of hyenas will all pounce on the prey, directly pulling out the prey's muscles and bones, sucking blood and eating meat, and in the end not even the residue will be left.

The flying swords collided together and turned into two lightning bolts in mid-air, constantly penetrating the air.

There was a violent symphony, and long sparks were drawn out in the air, and they looked like fish swimming.

The leader of the Jie cultivator on the opposite side turned out to be extremely familiar with this sword-handling technique, and it was completely a desperate move.

The murderous sword moves are perfected in battle after battle.

However, Zheng Yi was also a casual cultivator.

In the past, he fought for some benefit at the bottom of Xuan Kong City in the Immortal Realm, and the battles he experienced may not be less tempered than this fat man.

The fine iron flying sword in his hand is as fast as lightning, and like an antelope hanging its horns, it is so imaginative that it makes it impossible to figure out the trajectory of the flying sword.

"Compared to the disciples of the sect, these wild cultivators do not have a solid foundation, their methods are simple, and they have huge loopholes."

"However, although they are not strong, these guys are extremely slippery and have rich combat experience. It is difficult to find an opportunity to kill them with one strike."

The battle lasted for a while, and Zheng Yi had mastered the strength of the leader of Jie Xiu, and even tested his current strength.

He stopped being polite and directly activated the soul-capturing flag.

Zheng Yi stretched out his hand, and the soul-capturing flag with fine blood-colored lines on its surface suddenly appeared in his palm.

He still needs to be on his way in a hurry. Whether these people are wild cultivators or robbery cultivators, they are not very important to him.

Anyway, such a person has a lot of blood on his hands, so killing him would be justice for heaven.

After waving the soul-capturing flag, endless black mist surged immediately, and the faces of the other Jie cultivators who quietly gathered around changed drastically.

Because as the black mist spread, seven or forty-nine ghosts appeared quietly around their bodies.

These sinister warriors and ghosts were filled with ghostly aura, holding magic swords condensed with black evil aura. Their scarlet eyes were staring at these tribulation cultivators.

The leader of the Tribulation Cultivator, Fatty, was originally confident of victory, but now his expression changed when he saw this scene.

Especially the soul-capturing flag in Zheng Yi's hand gave him tremendous psychological pressure.

"Sect disciple?! Damn it!"

"Kicked to the iron plate..."

Looking at the soul-catching flag burning with green flames, the fat man seemed to be a little panicked. He didn't expect that the tribulation would hit the disciples of the sect.

This fierce ghost has a surging aura and an astonishing evil spirit. It is no longer an ordinary ghost, but a Yin soldier protecting the law.

Especially the ferocious aura of the red-clothed fierce ghost at the head made the leader of Jie Xiu tremble with fear and fear.

This time, Zheng Yi didn't talk nonsense.

<divclass="contentadv"> He stretched out his hand to shake the soul-capturing flag in his hand. The steady stream of black mist had unknowingly blocked the retreat of these calamity cultivators.

The dark wind blows, ghosts cry and gods howl.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Sharp soul-stirring demonic sounds were emitted from the mouths of the dark soldiers and ghosts, forming a soul shock wave.

Several tribulation cultivators were on the verge of collapse, and the leader of the tribulation cultivators was even more pale. Under Zheng Yi's focused attention, he suffered the greatest impact on his soul.

"Brothers, let's fight."

"For the current plan, the only way to survive is to kill him."

"Killing this sect disciple will be enough for us to enjoy the hot food..."

The fat leader of Jie Xiu's face changed uncertainly, and he roared, as if he had used some desperate means, the blood energy outside his body was lingering, and he forcibly increased the spiritual power in his body.

He controlled the flying sword to assassinate Zheng Yi, and at the same time called on other companions to help.

But Zheng Yi didn't give him a chance at all.

Standing behind the mist, Zheng Yi held the soul-capturing flag and shook it, and the black mist isolated his figure.

At the same time, there was a shadow in front of him, and several sinister soldiers and ghosts stood in front of him, protecting him tightly.

Seeing this scene, the fat leader of Jie Xiu had despair in his eyes and roared unwillingly.

"You're fine, I admit defeat..."

"Please……"

Immediately, his flying sword was grabbed by the main soul of the soul-destroying banner, the red-clothed fierce ghost.

The green flame spread and occupied his flying sword.

Then it spread to his entire body. Amidst the screams, the leader of the Tribulation Cultivator turned into a mummy.

"Spare your life!"

"forgive me!"

Seeing the miserable condition of the boss, the remaining Jie Xiu were completely frightened and turned around to escape.

Unfortunately, within the range covered by the soul-stirring banner, their speed could not keep up with the speed of the Yin soldiers and ghosts. In the blink of an eye, they were overtaken and killed.

These calamity cultivators only had time to let out desperate screams.

Dozens of evil soldiers and fierce ghosts surrounded and killed these casual cultivators. They were completely overqualified and underused.

The remaining souls were torn into pieces and devoured by the evil ghosts in the soul-destroying banner.

Loot them, there aren't too many items.

The remaining bodies were lit on fire.

……

Along the way, the road was not peaceful except for encountering several waves of strongmen who committed murder and swindled goods.

Zheng Yi finally witnessed with his own eyes how the great monks in the foundation-building stage of the Demon Realm fought?

The terrifying power at that time, as well as the spell fluctuations that exuded a strong sense of oppression all the time, made Zheng Yi's scalp numb and his soul trembling.

Even though he had tried his best to hide his aura, he was still far away from the place where the two high-level demon cultivators in the foundation building stage were fighting, but the terrifying power still made him sweat profusely and break out in cold sweat.

The battle in the world of cultivators is so direct. The high-level cultivators bombard them wildly, while the casual cultivators below are as small as ants.

If someone is accidentally involved, he can only blame himself for being unlucky and being unjustly killed.

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