Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 173

In the monk's battlefield, a ghost assassin confidently shuttled between the monks who were fighting in full swing, and the poisonous blade in his hand stabbed an old monk's aura at the right time.

With the sound of "呲", like the sound of a hot knife cutting butter, the aura mask of the old monk who was targeted immediately melted a hole the size of a palm.

The poisonous blade stabbed him mercilessly, and a piercing pain caused him to lose most of his fighting strength.

"what!"

Unprepared for the injury, he screamed in pain.

The black long-clothed demon monk who was fighting him head-on smiled, and the black mist surrounding the skull fell on his head.

The old monk couldn't dodge in time, and was immediately covered in it.

In an instant, a black air penetrated into the mud ball from between his forehead, and from his forehead, a deadly ash-like complexion spread all over his body. The breath disappeared in an instant, and he was obviously dead.

The cultivator in the black long robe beckoned, and the black air pulled the blue soul of the old cultivator out of the mud ball and landed in his wide sleeve.

"hey-hey"

The soul cultivator gave a strange laugh and said:

"I will accept this soul"

Turning his head, he hastily pinched a finger like an inverted lotus on his chest, and bowed to the Youquan Assassin who helped him defeat the enemy with one move:
"Thank you, Master Youquan"

Although they are both Foundation Establishment cultivators, Youquan Assassin is a special existence in the soul department.

and.

"This is!"

The black-clothed Soul Hall cultivator inadvertently left two skulls tattooed on the hem of the Youquan Assassin's black robe.

This represented the more noble status of this Youquan assassin.

"It turned out to be a second-rank adult!"

The grades of Youquan Assassin, in the same realm of cultivation, are divided into first grade, second grade, and third grade.

It is distinguished by the number of skulls on the hem of the clothes.

The first rank is the worst, and the third rank is the strongest.

Among the ten first-rank Youquan Assassins, there will usually be a second-rank Youquan Assassin as the captain.

As for the third grade, they are all the key training targets of the Demon Kingdom, they will not walk around easily, and practice in the black abyss all year round.

The second-rank ghost assassin in front of him seemed to be reticent, turning a blind eye to the hospitality of the monks who were also in the soul hall.

Turning around, his eyes swept over the battlefield, and he felt that something was wrong from the very beginning.

The battlefield was still in chaos, with flying sword spells flying everywhere.

Although it hasn't been long since the battle started.

However, about 50 Foundation Establishment cultivators had been killed or injured by both sides on the battlefield.

The eyes of this second-rank Youquan Assassin closed in the cracks of the battlefield.

"What's going on, where are the others?"

What he asked was his companion who was also the Assassin of Youquan.

There were ten people in total this time.

Except for him, the nine people actually disappeared in the entire battlefield.

Due to the tyrannical body skills of the Assassins of the Netherspring, they scattered in every corner of the battlefield to cut off those enemies they felt needed to be cut off.

As the captain of the ten.He needs to pay attention to the presence of other people from time to time.

In order to organize different formations when necessary.

Just half a quarter of an hour ago, he clearly sensed the shadows of ghosts in the battlefield with his kung fu.

Why in this moment, the companion disappeared.

An ominous premonition slowly enveloped his body.

At this moment, his hair stood on end, and there was a faint chill coming from behind.

"not good!"

His expression changed drastically, his whole body became tense, and he activated his mana at a speed never before experienced in his life. In a very short period of time, his body even became blurred, avoiding the fatal blow to his heart. Thorn, and then his figure flickered, appearing five feet away.

"what?"

A light yell sounded like it came from under the nine abysses at the position where his body was just now.

The second-rank Youquan Assassin was panting heavily, and his dantian felt cramping, which was the sequelae of his forced activation of the secret technique.

"Ghost Nine Fountains·Ghost Transformation"

This is his secret method to make his body blur for a moment.

Although this secret method is powerful, it will cause irreversible damage to one's physical body.

If it was not a matter of life and death, even the Youquan Assassin who claimed to be walking in Youquan would not use this secret technique.

A monk from the Kingdom of Yan with a strange ghostly face stood where he had just stood in an extremely relaxed posture.

This monk from the country of Yan was in a battlefield like a meat grinder, but he seemed to be strolling in his back garden.

His breath was restrained, although he was standing there, he looked like a dead thing.

Without the fluctuating spiritual energy, if it weren't for the seemingly absent chill of the sword energy, the second-rank Youquan Assassin just now wouldn't have had time to activate the secret technique.

He was carrying a clear long sword.

Shapely.

Although the face could not be seen, from the eye hole of the ghost face, a pair of green eyes were somewhat similar to the Messenger of the Nether Spring that the monks of the soul department believed in.

"Boom"

Behind this ghost-faced monk, the soul-clad black-clothed monk who had just looked attentive just now fell to the ground, obviously out of breath.

"Who are you"

If the other Youquan Assassins hadn't died at the hands of Zhao Xiuxuan at this time, they would be extremely surprised.

This second-rank adult who was so taciturn that he could barely hear him made a rare sound.

There was a tremor in his voice, a little hoarse and unbelievable.

Zhao Xiuxuan did not answer his question, but asked back.

"Your method just now is a bit strange. I'm very interested in him. If you didn't bring it with you, I can give you some time and you can reproduce it yourself."

A method that can make one's body virtual is equivalent to invincibility.

Of course Zhao Xiuxuan knew his value.

What would happen if he mastered this technique and the skill panel continued to improve?
Zhao Xiuxuan suddenly felt a little itchy.

"You don't want to practice it, and you can't get it, because..."

Youquan Assassin said a harsh word, but before he could finish his words, Zhao Xiuxuan's sword slashed open his throat.

A dignified second-rank Youquan assassin lost his life just like that.

The words were not speculative, and Zhao Xiuxuan didn't bother to listen to him, so he grabbed his head and threw it aside.

After touching his body, he didn't find any storage bags, and immediately frowned.

"Sure enough, no, it seems that I have no destiny with this method, and that's right, it is impossible to carry such a powerful secret method with me."

Although he comforted himself so much, Zhao Xiuxuan was still a little disappointed in his heart.

I heard that Jindan monks have a soul-searching technique that can search for the memories in the monks' souls. As long as they are not specially banned memories, they can be seen at a glance under this technique.

At this time, he regretted that he did not know how to search for souls.

Shaking his head, Zhao Xiuxuan didn't think about it again.

If you can get the best, don't get too entangled if you can't get it.

There are thousands of ways in the world, so why stick to them.

But these weird assassins are like ascetic monks, they don't even carry any storage bags on their bodies.

The only item is a poison blade.

Zhao Xiuxuan has collected ten of them.

These poisonous knives are not coated with poison on the surface, but are refined with a kind of highly poisonous refined iron.

If these ten poisonous knives can be refined into a set of magical weapons, it must be extremely powerful and extremely strange.

Several thoughts flashed through Zhao Xiuxuan's mind.

And all this in the blink of an eye.

Sudden.

A gloomy light flew out of the black flame like a city wall, stabbing straight at Zhao Xiuxuan.

Although he reacted quickly.

But a very cloudy and cold breath has locked him.

It made his heart stop for several beats.

Youguang is not close yet.

The cold breath had penetrated into Zhao Xiuxuan's mud pill.

"Spirit Attack"

This time it was Zhao Xiuxuan's turn that his face changed drastically.

In just one ten-thousandth of a second, his soul was surrounded by a black light.

The soul is the mind and spirit of the monks.

He just felt dizzy, his thoughts seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he struggled drowsily without gaining anything.

This is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible light is close at hand.

The terrifying spiritual pressure told him early on that it was a Jindan cultivator attacking him.

"Why would the Jindan cultivator attack me!"

Life and death hang on the line.

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