Fantasy Realization System

Zhou Ming looked at Fang Kun with a golden edge.

Ordinarily, at the level of Fang Kun, even in an extremely cold place, typhoid fever cannot invade the body half of the body, but at this moment, he only feels a chill from the inside out, which is constantly surrounding his conscious soul, and even flesh.

The look of the young man in front of him caused the brawny man in the middle of the foundation construction to fall into utter panic.

"dead."

A deep voice rang from Zhou Ming’s throat, his slender fingers slowly closed, the golden light pattern spread out in the rain like a gate of hell, the bright golden blades fell, Fang Kun’s heart was like dead ashes, and the vast innate might above him struck him out The last trace of the desire to survive in my heart, this kind of freak, is simply not what they can match.

The regret, guilt, and unwillingness in Fang Kun's heart... all with the golden blade in the rain brought a bright red, and instantly disappeared.

[Successfully kill a mid-foundation spiritual practice, reward 1000 fantasy points. 】

[Successfully kill a foundation-building mid-term spiritual practice, reward 1000 fantasy points. 】

[Special mission is completed, the host’s fantasy value for this mission: 5000, and the host currently has a fantasy value: 7500. 】

[The progress of the main task completion: 6/10. 】

With thunderstorms in the sky, Zhou Ming hung in the sky, letting the rain fall from his head, the cold touch slid down his neck to his feet, he raised his hand to grab the storage ring of Fang Gan and Fang Kun, and turned and flew towards The dark place that thundered that day...

Yingxu Island, a mass grave full of white bones, a bearded man holding a blood-red orb in his hand, muttering words in his mouth, in a short while, countless dark red murderous creatures climbed up from the graves.

These evil things are very evil. They flared their teeth and claws, screaming and rushing towards the man, as if to tear him into pieces, but before they got close to the man, the blood-red orb waved strangely, and a force of traction and absorption struck. , Those fierce creatures couldn't help wailing.

The blood-red orb seemed to be a bottomless vortex. After two breaths, these countless dark red objects were absorbed cleanly, and the mass graves gradually returned to silence. The horror scene just now seemed to have never happened.

"There is still a strong resentment in the Dark Ghost Orb that can create a **** ghost, and it won't be a waste of my work."

The man held the blood-red orb glowing with crystal luster in one hand, showing a satisfied smile.

Zhao Zhixuan relied on the connection between the soul jade plates of the leader of the Shadow Gate. Although he knew that two leaders had fallen, he did not return to the Shadow Gate in time. Instead, he came to this mass graveyard to condense his ghost orb. .

Zhao Zhixuan's ghost orb is an evil weapon that lives by eating grievances. The grievances are the residual spiritual energy after death. There are grievances in life, and the grievances will not be scorned.

The ghost bead feeds on resentful souls, accumulates evil blood, and when evil blood is formed, blood ghosts emerge.

The blood ghost swallows the essence and blood of the creatures and feeds back to the owner, which can promote the vitality of the body. The reason why Zhao Zhixuan did not return to the Shadow Gate was to find this last resentment and develop a blood ghost.

People are born, old, sick, and die. In fact, only a small part of the deaths that can produce grievances are caused by Zhao Zhixuan's grievances in this graveyard.

Half of the bones on this ground were the slaves brought back by Zhao Zhixuan from Yuanjinzhi, and the other half were the shadow disciples on Shadow Island. Everyone here was killed by Zhao Zhixuan with extraordinary methods. Before they died, their resentment was soaring, and the resentment after death piled up to form fierce grievances, and finally turned into food for the ghost beads.

The resentment in the ghost beads is almost saturated, Zhao Zhixuan is naturally happy, but at this moment, the sea of ​​knowledge rolled for a while, and a cold murderous aura burst out from it, and his heart could not help but feel cold. This is Ming The message from the soul in the underworld, the murderous aura that Fang Gan Fang Kun felt before his death, was conveyed to him through his conscious soul.

The top ten dark leaders, two more died. Zhao Zhixuan put away the Ghost Orb, the joy on his face had long been replaced with a gloomy expression, he stepped into the air, his figure turned into a gloomy dotted line, and went straight to the Shadow Gate headquarters.

The rain is getting fiercer and fierce, and on the other side of the Dark Demon Sea, a city filled with blood and blood looks extremely hideous in this heavy rain. This city is the most famous chaotic city of the Xuhai Empire, the source of the city.

The towering city walls, the blood-stained bronze city gates, and dozens of naked corpses were nailed to the top of the wall by spears, posing in different poses, which looked terrifying. Several fierce-faced soldiers stood on the wall to patrol back and forth. They looked at the corpse underneath from time to time, with a hint of happiness on their faces, because these "artworks" were their masterpieces.

The thin rain lines formed a column of water and hit the heavy black armors of these soldiers. They faced the heavy rain without the slightest fatigue in their eyes. Instead, they hid indescribable excitement and desire. Because they know that in this kind of rainstorm, there will be many desperadoes running and hiding. At this time, as long as some people get out of the city during the chaos, they can kill them. After all, there are still too few "artworks" on this city wall.

However, what they did not expect was that there was no one in this city, but an unexpected guest appeared outside the city.

I saw a young man in grey clothes, who was wet by rain, walked to the two bronze city gates with thorns on foot, glanced at the soldiers on the wall, and sneered.

"Those who trespass to the source, die!"

Without saying anything, a few soldiers raised their spears and threw them at the youth in the city. In that posture, no matter whether the youth moved or not, there was only a dead end.

Unexpectedly, the grey-clothed youth didn't even have any evasive movements, and he ignored those long spears that could pierce people out of the big holes, and slowly raised his right fist.

"Hahaha! This kid is crazy! What does he want to do!"

"Maybe he thinks of himself as a spiritual cultivator, and wants to punch the door, hahaha!"

"Don't talk about it, you can't say that this kid is really a master of Taoism, looking at him like that, he really has a good demeanor!"

......

Several soldiers on the city wall laughed brazenly. Even the noise of rain could not conceal their mocking words. All of them were body-refining cultivators, but they did not feel any source of Qi fluctuations in Zhou Ming. Don't talk about the kind of pressure that people can breathe out by the spiritual cultivation itself, and his aura is a bit scary, so they are now waiting to appreciate the "flesh piercing" scene later.

Soon as they wanted, a few long spears stabbed the youth without error. Unfortunately, after seeing this scene, they couldn't laugh anymore. The rain mixed into their closed mouths, making them seem to have eaten. The excrement is generally uncomfortable.

Several spears fell to the ground, only piercing the young man's clothes, but his skin was intact, as strong as the city gate in front of him.

The young man’s fist also blasted out at this time, and the pure power carried the rain forward, a punch of fist struck out in the air, without any energy blessing, and the power composed entirely of physical power slammed into the thick. Above the bronze gate.

"Crack! Boom!"

There was a harsh metal rubbing sound. A huge pit mark appeared between the cracks of the two bronze doors. The square steel door bolt behind the door split into two pieces like crisp paper. The remaining strength burst open, and the two doors were firm. The bronze door inlaid in the city wall was mixed with countless pieces, and it rotated twice to plow two wide and deep water channels on the ground.

Several soldiers on the wall saw this scene, and when they looked back at the young people under the city, they were shocked and frightened. They had missed the sight this time. They were born in this land of origin, and they don’t know what they are here now. This is a ruthless person, and their actions just now were just looking for death!

Sure enough, the gray-clothed youth under the city kicked several long spears on the ground, grabbed them easily, and threw them at the top of the city wall without any means.

Seeing the youth just throw out their spears like this, the soldiers who thought they were bound to die were all relieved. They threw the spears out of their heads. They didn't know their heads, and even their power was greatly reduced. They wanted to avoid these spears. They will never be hurt.

"puff!"

However, their thoughts had not yet fully formed, a long spear penetrated a soldier’s chest, and the tip of the spear pierced his back with his internal organs. The huge force tore half of his body with leftovers. The broken body underneath was firmly nailed to the ground.

The remaining few people were also in such a miserable situation, their heads were bombarded with long spears and their bodies were torn...not a single shot of the long spears they threw down, taking their lives away. The heavy armor on their bodies failed to play any defensive role.

Seeing the death of several soldiers on the city wall, and more soldiers rushing out of the city, the youth outside the city shook his head, re-executing the same technique, and blasted out with another punch. The water droplets spread, forming a short vacuum. , Bang Quan Jin directly smashed the half of the city wall in front of him, and a **** road of flesh and blood appeared in front of the youth and spread to the city.

On the messy road in Yuanjin City, countless desperadoes with blood-stained clothes ran out of the corner. They stared at the road of flesh and blood, and then made high-pitched voices, rushing out of Yuan one by one. Do the city.

These people are ordinary people suffering in Yuanjin City. They are fed up with fighting for life. Yuanjin City is the most chaotic place in the Void Sea Empire. It has been a long time since there have been no outsiders to break the balance here. Now it's hard to come by. One person, of course, they must seize the opportunity to escape this hellish place.

They ran far away around the youth, but none of them came forward to thank Zhou Ming, because they were all used to it. These people didn't care about their life or death at all. If they ran a little slower, they might end up in peace. Those soldiers ended up like those, and these powerful cultivators did not dare to contact them.

However, a few fair-looking women looked at Zhou Ming a few more times when they were running. They did not express gratitude, but wanted to see if this young man could appreciate them, protected by such a strong person. They will be much safer. They are very happy to trade their bodies for comfort.

It is a pity that these women found that the young people were not even interested in looking at them, so they could only run away with the crowd in despair.

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