He saw the old woman getting into a luxurious carriage, followed by five hundred fine horses.

At the same time, I also saw countless weird and venomous snakes and beasts, spiritual birds and moths... Every little thing that was completely inconspicuous seemed to have strange powers.

After just a short moment of hesitation, Zhang Kun's eyes dimmed slightly, and the team of people had disappeared.

I seemed to be on the grass, next to a lake as clear and transparent as a mirror.

There was an old man standing on the hillside, holding up the bent wooden crutch in his hand and smiling at himself.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Zhang Kun gave a cold shout, and the energy and blood all over his body suddenly boiled, and his energy rushed straight to the top door. He drew the knife in his hand and looked into the air with the knife.

Click...

The sound was like a shattering mirror ringing in my ears.

The light and shadow were changing in front of my eyes, the surroundings were dark, and a heavy rain was forming.

Everything roars and roars, penetrating the ears and shaking the soul.

"Hmph, I'll let you go for now. We'll fight again tomorrow."

Zhang Kun protected himself with a knife, and the surroundings seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, with a cold plum blossom blooming.

The next moment, his figure had turned into black smoke. In an instant, he flew dozens of feet and stepped out of Kunning Palace.

When I looked again, I couldn't even see the shadow of the imperial men and horses.

"It turns out that it is a martial art for cultivating the spirit. No wonder I can control beasts, channel spirits, and the blood energy seems to be able to restrain it. However, the road is facing the sky, and each side has to go half way... Although the blood energy is strong, it is also affected by this spiritual power and is not immune to it.

Power."

Zhang Kun raised his eyes and glanced again at the inner wall of the palace hidden in the night, and finally stopped following him.

Before finding a treacherous way to deal with the Wanshu Cult, if you directly approach and fight head-on, you will kill one thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses to yourself.

If you are not careful, you may fall into a trap.

"The fate of the country is still there, and the general trend is not with me. There are some things that cannot be rushed, so just take it step by step."

Zhang Kun sighed quietly.

Turned around and returned to the hospital.

He wants to improve his cultivation. Next, it will probably be a tough battle with Ito in Sakura Country, and he will never allow any mistakes.

…

Inside the white tower, Sang Lao opened his eyes, glowing with purple light, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, which turned into ice when it hit the ground.

He took a long breath and snorted coldly: "It's a big loss. Without a hundred and eighty souls to hold a sacrifice, I really can't make up for it this time. Yehenala, hehe, follow the ancient covenant, where does it start and where does it end?

, I hope everything will be perfect. All things are gods..."

The old man's voice became deeper and deeper until it was inaudible.

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Chapter completed!