Spirit Realm Walker

boom! boom! boom!

Three more gunshots were fired in succession, and Jumang's head trembled while he was sleeping. Under the impact of the bullet, a small piece of his skull flew off, and the internal brain tissue splattered on the ground in bits and pieces.

It all happened too fast, too suddenly, from the first bullet to the fourth bullet, from Jumang and the Deep Sea Terror falling into a deep sleep to a headshot, the whole process took less than two seconds.

The saints present did not even see the trajectory. With their eyesight, they should have easily captured the trajectory of the bullet.

This made Xia Zuo and others confused and shocked. There was even joy on their faces. No one could have imagined that a saint at the peak of the sixth level would die so quickly without any chance of resistance.

In less than two seconds, a legendary beast king died on the spot and returned to the spiritual realm!

Xia Zuo and others looked at the source of the sound with stiff expressions. The shooter was Cocktail, a tall and thin young man with extremely uncoordinated facial features. He was half-raising a black large-caliber shotgun.

The muzzle of the gun was still smoking.

The disordered one said "Hey": "I've been waiting for you for a long time. If you die in the night, the Beast King's passive will not be activated."

He turned the muzzle of the gun and blew in a puff of smoke.

In order to ensure that Jumang can be hunted, the freedom camp prepared two trump cards, one of which was in his hand, but it was not this shotgun. The shotgun was just an ordinary firearm, and the real owner was the bullet that had just been fired.

Sleeping Magic Bullet!

The Maleficent Bullet was given by the Church of the Night God. The bullet was made of special materials and engraved with the Sleeping Mantra, sealing the power of the Evernight profession. It was a dominator-quality consumable.

The moment the warhead explodes, a sleeping area will be formed within a radius of 20 meters, lasting for five minutes. It is difficult for a strong person in the dominance stage to resist the sleepiness, let alone a saint.

The arrogance of Tiphoos when he appeared was actually misleading the saints of the lawful camp, especially Jumang who was hiding nearby, making him think that the killer was Tiphoos and no longer pay attention to others.

Then Cocktail will wait and wait for an opportunity to attack. The person who shoots must be Cocktail, not anyone else, because the disordered person can exploit loopholes in the rules and make the trajectory disappear.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the bullet to "get close" to the peak saint.

As for the subsequent headshot bullets fired, they are conventional warheads. In the sleeping field, all spiritual power will fall asleep, all skills will lose their effect, and ordinary bullets will not be restricted.

At this time, Tiphoos, who had retreated to the edge of the sleeping area, glanced back at Jumang's body. The area was shrouded in night, and Jumang's body was blurry. The same was true for the chaotic oil painting. "What a pity." , there is only one prop that dominates quality.”

The cocktail in the distance shrugged: "There is no other way. It's a sneak attack. There is only a moment of opportunity. One piece only. Anyway, the remaining piece has returned to the spiritual realm."

The short sword left by Yuanshi Tianzun will return to the spiritual realm with Jumang's death. Although there is no way to get it, the enemy's loss of blood equals a big profit for us.

Tiphios looked at the lawful saints not far away and laughed hoarsely:

"The fun has just begun. Are you ready to return to the spiritual realm, boys of the lawful camp?"

The faces of the saints from the lawful camp became extremely ugly.

The bank headquarters building, the secret room of heavenly punishment.

Winnie Berendt sat cross-legged beside the column, carefully wiping the blood and tears from her face with a wet tissue.

Her pupils were dull and hollow, like those of a congenitally blind person.

Channing Lu stood a few meters away and did not urge her to leave the secret room. While guarding the surroundings, he asked casually:

"What's next? I mean, how are you going to spend five days without your sight?"

Winnie Berendt said: "When I go home, my grandfather will protect me. You should know that no one can break into my grandfather's manor."

Channing Lu nodded: "It's indeed a good idea. Alas, I don't know how the battle at the port is going. I'm a little worried."

Winnie turned her head and turned her face towards Qian Ning, "What are you worried about?"

Qian Ning said: "New Testament Port is the headquarters of the Poseidon Church. There are demigods and peak masters sitting there. Why would the evil camp dare to compete there?"

Winnie said calmly: "There are also demigods in the evil camp."

"But in terms of the number of high-level spiritual realm practitioners, Poseidon Church always has the upper hand." Qian Ning Lu said in a deep voice:

"Demigod versus demigod, the location is a port. The demigods from the evil camp may not be able to suppress the Poseidon. The best outcome of the Freedom Covenant is just a draw, and then taking advantage of the battle in the Saint Realm, but it is just a massacre. If you are a saint, there is no need to go to war in such a big way, because if you are not careful, someone will die, and the benefits are not proportional to the risks."

Wei Ni finally frowned: "Minister Qian Ning, what do you mean?"

Channing Lu looked around, slowly approached Winnie, and whispered: "What I mean is"

Suddenly, he raised his hand without warning, and quickly condensed a thunder ball in his palm, hitting Wei Ni's Tianling Cap: "The target of the Freedom Covenant is you!"

Winnie, who had her head hanging down, also grabbed a black iron shield without any warning and raised it above her head.

boom! clang

The thunderball exploded into charred black on the surface of the shield, and the huge shock wave blew away the shield and also knocked Winnie away.

She rolled out, blood spurting out.

Master Lei's body is not very strong, and those with the word "mage" in their professional names are usually squishy.

As Wei Ni rolled, she activated her spiritual power, gathered the thunder and lightning, and turned it into a bright blue whip, twisting and dancing in the secret room, whipping randomly.

At the same time, she condensed thunderballs the size of basketballs and suspended them around her, forming a protective net to prevent enemies from attacking at close range.

"Qian Ning!" There was blood at the corner of Wei Ni's mouth, her silver teeth clenched: "I didn't expect it would be you."

Qian Ning, whose hairline is somewhat high, smiled and said:

"Surprise is the secret of hunting."

Wei Ni listened to the sound and identified the location, and whipped it, but it was in vain. The whip was dodged by the enemy, and there was no sound of footsteps. It was obvious that the opponent was in a suspended state.

For the ruler, controlling the air is the most basic ability.

"Why me?" Winnie stopped the whip in her hand and concentrated on alert.

"Didn't I just say that the New Testament Port is the territory of the Poseidon Church? With the Poseidon Church watching over it, there is no benefit at all from the battlefield over there." Qian Ning quietly gathered his thunder spears. The other party was also a thunder mage, and he had no control over the thunder spiritual power. Extremely sensitive:

"The real targets of the Free Covenant are you and Jumang. Killing you can weaken the Tianxinyue County branch to the greatest extent. Killing Jumang can get at least one Dominator-level item, and at worst it can cause Tianpu to lose two A piece of dominating props and a sixth-level saint.

"Of course, there is another reason to kill you."

Having said this, he threw out the spear in his hand, and lightning flashed in the secret room.

Winnie Berendt noticed it too late. How fast does lightning travel? Unless one can predict its trajectory, even the Lord cannot avoid lightning after it appears.

Wei Ni lost her vision and couldn't see Qian Ning's energy storage, let alone his throwing movements. Naturally, she couldn't predict his attack.

"puff!"

Winnie was hit by a thunder spear in her lower abdomen and chest, and the powerful impact knocked her away, causing blood to spurt out wildly.

The shirt on the lower abdomen was torn, and the white and flat abdomen appeared charred and carbonized.

Fortunately, as a thunder mage, she had strong resistance to lightning damage. She was stabbed by a spear, but she was only seriously injured and did not die on the spot.

"What's the other reason?" Wei Ni seemed to want to understand, swallowing blood and asked.

Qian Ning took out a white feather fan this time and smiled:

"Kill you, and the Freedom Alliance can deal with your grandfather. While Heavenly Punishment is busy retaliating against the Freedom camp, no one will notice that an old master who has been retired for more than ten years is being attacked by us."

Wei Ni seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed.

Qian Ning Lu waved his feathers, and in an instant, a strong wind blew up in the secret room. A small hurricane rose from the ground, mixing the wind blades like a reamer, and rolled towards the blind and injured Winnie.

The latter's ear twitched, and he quickly opened the inventory, grabbed a fish scale cloak, and covered himself.

A layer of illusory fish scales immediately appeared on the surface of her body, blocking the hurricane that strangled everything. Then, Wei Ni took out another earth-yellow seal.

Her body sank suddenly, almost lying on the ground. It seemed that the seal was so heavy that she could not straighten up.

The two defensive items were superimposed and completely blocked the hurricane.

But Wei Ni also feels uncomfortable. The seal is the second largest professional item for local monsters in the area. The price of using it is heavy pressure, which is an extremely terrible burden for Master Lei's fragile body.

The price of fish scales is that if used for more than three minutes, the skin will ulcerate and grow fish scales, which is irreversible.

Qian Ning Lu knew very well what methods and props Minister Wei Ni had with whom he had worked for many years. He was happy to delay the time and said with a smile:

"No one will come to save you. All the masters of the lawful camp in New Testament County are under our surveillance, and they are all paying attention to the battle in the port and providing support at any time.

"No one would have thought that Minister Wei Ni at the Heavenly Punishment Headquarters is being assassinated at this moment. Don't even think about escaping. If I choose to kill you in this secret room, you are destined to die."

Wei Ni raised her head with difficulty and looked at the administrative minister:

"I already knew you were a spy."

Qian Ning was stunned and shrugged: "Huh?"

Disbelief was written all over his face.

Wei Ni took a deep breath and said coldly:

“At the beginning, I didn’t think that there were spies from the Freedom Covenant among the branch’s masters, because every master was carefully cultivated by the headquarters, passed strict review, and was an absolutely trustworthy companion.

"And you, the oldest one, are not over sixty years old. It is unlikely that you are related to the Freedom Covenant that was established for more than a hundred years. Until Jumang told me that the Freedom Covenant can pollute the spirit of the lawful camp in a short period of time. It’s because of your distorted cognition that I doubt you.

"If there is a spy among the three of us, I would suspect you."

Channing raised his eyebrows: "Why not Sean? Let me guess, because his son died?"

"No, because he made a major mistake and was almost replaced by the headquarters." Winnie smiled mockingly: "In Sean's eyes, the most important thing is not his son, but power and status. He can take his son's life Earn trust but never risk your power.”

Qian Ning was silent.

Wei Ni continued: "Of course, I didn't doubt you at first. It wasn't until you proposed to use the Pupil of the Sky that I realized something was wrong with you, so I took advantage of the trick and voluntarily bore the price of the Pupil of the Sky, and asked you to protect me. Give it a try I’m trying to see if you are a spy, and it seems I guessed it right.”

"So what if you guessed it right? Don't you think it's stupid to use your life to prove it?" Qian Ning narrowed his eyes: "Or do you think you have the ability to kill me?"

"Do you know why I want to rest here instead of leaving immediately?" Winnie looked at the door of the secret room and raised her lips: "When Sean left, he didn't lock the door."

After the words fell, a figure wearing a mink coat pushed open the iron door, inserted the cross sword on the ground, and said loudly:

"Indoor combat rules: no thunder and lightning allowed!"

The fun has just begun. Listening to Tiphoos's hoarse ridicule, the lawful saints present looked at each other, feeling a strong fear, and couldn't help but want to run away and retreat.

This is the Mengtapir and Tongtian Cult Master intensifying their fear and sapping their fighting spirit and determination. Jumang, as a general of the lawful camp and the core strongman of this battle, died so easily. To the saints of the lawful camp, Jumang died so easily. They had a huge impact.

A qualified illusionist will never let go of the opportunity to cause his enemy to become mentally disturbed.

In just ten seconds, the fighting spirit of the three saints from the civil society was completely dissipated. After making eye contact, they turned around and ran away in a tacit understanding.

In their opinion, there is no need to continue this battle unless they want to return to the spiritual realm as soon as possible.

After all, no one wants to return to the spiritual realm.

The actions of the three people triggered a chain effect, and two more saints from civil organizations chose to escape.

The saints from the evil camp looked at this scene with a sneer on their faces. Their targets were those peak saints. As for the ordinary saints, they just ran away, just to have a few less people in their way.

Emily looked at Ju Mang's body shrouded in the night, feeling a little regretful and disappointed. It was a pity that a good man died like this. The disappointment was that she had certain expectations for him, but it turned out to be such an unexpected start.

In line with the proverb "fate is unpredictable".

Xia Zuo, North, Reilly Eugene and others exchanged glances quickly, feeling in a dilemma for a while.

In this case, those who retreat will inevitably be hunted, and it will give the evil camp the opportunity to defeat them one by one. Those who are hunted will undoubtedly die.

And once they flee, the prop left behind by Jumang will definitely fall into the hands of the evil camp, resulting in heavy losses and no hope of a comeback.

But if you don’t retreat, you can only call for reinforcements. The lawful camp has arranged reinforcements nearby. However, ordinary saints are of little use. Unless a certain number of peak saints or master-level powerhouses come, it will be difficult to change. War situation.

While he was hesitating, a tiger roar came from the direction of the lighthouse, loud and powerful, echoing in the port shrouded in darkness.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the roar of the tiger, including the saints who escaped.

I saw a majestic and colorful giant tiger standing on the top of the lighthouse. With the night as the background and the lighthouse as the throne, its eyes were cold and ruthless, like a high king looking down on the rebellious ministers and traitors.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.