Chapter 894: Golden Terrace

Zhang Jun could see the extraordinary of these four young people at a glance. The unpredictable glow on their heads gave him a sense of crisis. He didn't say much, and said coldly: "Get out of the way!"
"Huh, something that doesn't live or die!" The leader sneered, and the four of them released glowing light at the same time. The four rays of light occupies the east, west, south and north directions respectively, and then shakes slightly. In an instant, the world in Zhang Jun's eyes changed. They suddenly went from reality to dream, and they were in the wilderness at the moment, surrounded by darkness.
If someone looked at it from the outside, they would find that the four rays of light emitted a colorful divine light, and the colorful divine light was intertwined to form a huge seven-color mask that surrounded Zhang Jun and others. They are in the illusion, in a crisis.
The young man on the east side said coldly: "These people are very powerful. The woman is a true cultivator among human beings. We will join forces to kill them with the ‘skeleton dementing illusion’!"
The four of them immediately urged the colorful magic light to attack Zhang Jun's four with their talents. In the wilderness where the four people were, the ghosts were crying and howling, and a skull the size of a bull appeared, with blood in the eye sockets, and black light from the mouth and nose. The four rushed over.
As soon as the skull appeared, Zhang Jun felt that his soul was floating for a while, and it seemed that he might be taken away by the skull at any time. The feelings of Xiaolongnv and others were stronger and unstable.
"Be careful! This illusion is very powerful, the skull has the ability to conquer the soul!" Zhang Jun reminded loudly, but Fabin and Adam are extremely weak in spiritual cultivation, and it is difficult to maintain themselves at this moment. They are stumbling, and they are about to be caught. Take away the soul. Once the soul is lost, it will become a cold corpse.
"Damn it!" Zhang Jun was frightened, his mind flashed, and he thought of a way to quickly raise a demon head recorded in the Sutra of Feeding Demon. The method is to directly swallow the formed demon and then subdue it. The advantage of this approach is that as long as you have the ability to surrender, you can quickly have a powerful demon.
Thinking of this method, he secretly thought: If I hit with all my strength, or use the lowering magic pestle, I can have a chance to break this illusion. But this demon seems to be very powerful, if I can swallow it, I will have a powerful demon!
Because of the Buddha's eye relic in his body, he was not afraid that he would not be able to subdue the demon head, so he thought of it, and immediately made a long roar, silently feeding the demon scripture, and directly released the spirit and attracted the skull head over. The skull was trying to take in the spirits of the four people, when suddenly seeing Zhang Jun's spirits wide open, he couldn't help but screamed, rushing over with all his strength.
Zhang Jun shouted: "Swallow!"
He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the feeding magic sutra produced a huge suction force. When the two forces were superimposed, the skull turned into a black smoke and was sucked into his mouth. The skull groaned, and ascended up, it entered his sea of ​​consciousness. This monster was swallowed, not surprised but rejoiced. It laughed strangely, and was about to swallow Zhang Jun's Sea of ​​Consciousness. Suddenly, a golden light relic manifested high in the sky, radiating immeasurable light, and instantly enveloped it.
The skull suddenly screamed, and his body was full of black smoke, and his arrogance was greatly reduced, and he could only curl up in a corner, unable to move. The four young people who were in the lion spewed a mouthful of blood at the same time. The skulls were suppressed, they were all hit hard, and almost lost their souls.
Although the illusion they used is huge, if they fail, they will suffer a serious backlash. They are easily injured and lose their lives.
The skull was swallowed by Zhang Jun and suppressed, and the three Xiaolongnv immediately recovered to Ching Ming. Adam and Fabin were furious. As prince-level masters, they were almost killed just now, and the irritation in their hearts can be imagined. The two roared sharply, and rushed towards the four young men one left and the other right.
The tyrannical physique of the blood race was undoubtedly manifested. With a wave of Adam's palm, one person's head was directly cut off. When he hit his body, he smashed another person's bones, and his five internal organs were shattered, making him unable to live. Fabin was even more fierce, plugging his five fingers from top to bottom, and directly buckled the skulls of the remaining two young people, revealing colorful brains with colorful lights overflowing.
At this time, the emperor lotus in Zhang Jun's body moved slightly, and a suction force was generated. The colorful brilliance of the four young people who had not completely died was projected from their bodies and was absorbed by the emperor lotus. Soon, another magical power seed was born in the lotus pond, and the future must be another magical power.
When the emperor lotus absorbed the power of supernatural power, the Buddha's light was constantly refining the skull, and it screamed constantly. Seeing that it continued like this, it would inevitably disappear. Suddenly, it released a thought of begging for mercy, and Zhang Jun's heart moved, and according to the method in the feeding magic script, he immediately sent a ray of divine thought over and penetrated into the skull.
At the moment when that ray of divine thought merged with the skull, Zhang Jun suddenly felt that the divine soul was cold, as if falling into the nether hell, an evil and cold death breath emerged from his heart, making his mind gradually violent.
However, as soon as this feeling came out, the golden light from the Buddha's eye relic was a light, as if the light had dispelled the darkness, the evil aura immediately disappeared, and could no longer affect his mind.
"Wonderful! The Buddha's eye relic can really help me to subdue the demon!" With a move of his mind, the demon who has been controlled by him flew out of the sea of ​​consciousness, turned into a demon-like black light, and turned around his head. go with. Occasionally, the black light will condense into a huge skull, full of evil spirits.
Putting away the magic light, Zhang Jun looked through the entire building with Buddha's eyes and immediately knew what was going on inside. In the world of secular cultivation, almost all the well-known cultivation forces have been summoned, or at least representatives have been sent. On the other hand, they are obviously descendants of the ancient tribes. There are a lot of them, including men and women, and there are a hundred people of all ages.
He was observing, and two people rushed out of the door. They saw four corpses on the ground, their expressions changed drastically, and they shouted: "You are looking for death! Those who dare to kill us!"
Zhang Jun said coldly: "Aren't you holding the Cultivation World Conference? I represent Longhushan and Shennongmen, come to participate, why, you are not welcome?"
"What? Are you from Longhushan and Shennongmen?" The two looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and said in one person, "Okay, let's not pursue your murder, let's come in!"
The entire Golden Terrace has been remodeled, and the first floor can accommodate thousands of people. At the moment, the hall was full of people, divided into two camps, one side was hundreds of people from the secular real world, and the other was hundreds of descendants of ancient tribes. Between the two sides, there is a four to five meters wide walkway.
On the side of the ancient tribe, a middle-aged man stared at the people in the cultivation world with indifferent eyes, and said: "Why, you still don't agree? You have to understand that it is a general trend for my hundred tribes to regain control of mankind, and no one can stop it! Above, no one of those powerful high-grade families has dared to stand up and wait for me!"
One of the monks stood up, and it was Zhang Jun’s brother, Yun Jingshen, whose face was very ugly, and he said solemnly: "We, a family of secular cultivation, are deeply rooted in the secular world. We have a huge industry and complex. There are countless undivided relationships and interests in the network of relationships. And you, you actually want us to completely abandon these and live in the mountains and forests! Do you think this is possible?"
After he finished speaking, many people stood up behind him, all from the eight founding families, including the Yun family, the Zhao family, and the Song family. These people have huge interests in the country and they cannot be snatched by others. And then, more practitioners stepped forward, and they were obviously unwilling to agree to the demands of the descendants of the hundred ethnic groups.
The middle-aged man sighed softly and said, "I came from Mu Qianshan, and I naturally understand what you think. However, the interests in your hands, my hundred people will inevitably take back, this is the general trend! Not only you, but the country We will gradually accept all the wealthy businessmen, the rich and powerful, and even the national assets. In a word, all the things in this country belong to our hundred races, and you can't take away a single bit!"
When he said this, his tone became cold: "If you obediently agree, the Hundred Clan will let you live a life, and go to those deep mountains, old forests and uninhabited places to live in seclusion. Of course, you can also choose to stay, but you must It is necessary to abide by the rules set by the Hundred Clan, or else it will kill you!
An old voice sounded in the cultivation family, an ancestor of a certain force, a half-step supernatural power character, he said coldly: "Speaking of speaking, you still have to talk about fists, and want to oppress all the cultivation families, your fists have Is it that big?"
Mu Qianshan showed a mocking look on his face and said, "Is it better than a fist? That's fine, I'll give you a chance, and I'm going to gamble with you." After he said he waved, three young people came up. Such an arrogant person like Mu Qianshan also respectfully saluted the three young people, saying: "Three, you have work."
After speaking, he said to everyone in the spiritual world: "I have three people out of a hundred races, and you can challenge three people and win two games. If you can win, then there is still room for discussion to recover your interests. If you lose, then I'm sorry, let me do it, dare you?"
The eyes of everyone in the spiritual world fell on the three young people. None of them could see that these three young people had any cultivation skills. So many people began to eagerly try, saying: "I'm coming!"
In the crowd, someone stood up, this person Zhang Jun also knew, the leader of Dark Sword Qiu Zhenyi. The Dark Sword and the Heavenly Sword are both hidden powers of the country, and he is naturally familiar with Mu Qianshan. He immediately asked in a deep voice, "Mu Qianshan, are you serious about this?"
"Naturally, my dignified hundred tribes can speak without faith?" Mu Qianshan said coldly, "I'll give you ten seconds, should I or shouldn't it?"
"Okay, I agree on behalf of everyone!" Qiu Zhenyi said loudly, then his eyes swept across the people behind him, and finally fell on a young man. This young man, a man with half-step magical powers, has cultivated the fifteenth level of Jin Jade True Power, and his strength is tyrannical.
"Qiao Long, you are one of the few young people with half-step magical powers, and the strongest, this first game, you come!" Qiu Zhen, together, he is quite influential in the realm of cultivation, and his status is extraordinary, so everyone There is no comment.
Na Qiao Long was the arrogant figure of the Qiao family, and a prodigy who is expected to return to life. He bowed his hand to Qiu Zhenyi, and then strode to the middle of the aisle. One of the three ancient youths walked out. The young man's skin was bronze, and his ordinary appearance seemed to contain terrifying power.
Mu Qianshan said coldly: "This young master has the noble bloodline of one of the three three royal families in the hundred clans. This bloodline is called the Great Desolate Saint Body in the wasteland. You humble humans can see it right away. The power of the Great Desolate Eucharist!"
This kind of insult made the faces of the practitioners changed, and many people scolded. Mu Qianshan sneered: "Start!"
Qiao Long was about to use his magical powers, and suddenly a flower appeared in front of him. The young man with the blood of the so-called Great Desolate Saint Body disappeared. An afterimage appeared on his left side. The palm of the young man penetrated through his left rib and grabbed it hard. Shengsheng dug out his heart.
The heart was still beating with bright red blood, and Qiao Long shook his body with a face of disbelief, and slowly fell down. Without the heart, even a half-step magical power can't live. After all, his physical body still needs blood to nourish.
It was completely smooth, all the monks stood up abruptly, staring at Qiao Long who was lying in a pool of blood, staring at the expressionless young man clutching his heart. Their mood is extremely heavy and complicated, how can they be so strong!
The young man suddenly put his heart into his mouth. The mouth was so wide that he swallowed his heart. He pressed his cheek in, and under the cutting of his teeth, a hot blood spurted from between his mouth and teeth.
There was a dead silence, some monks had turned pale and their bodies were shaking slightly. The youth's brutality and devouring blood frightened them, and a retreat sprang up in their hearts. Although they don't want to give up family interests, they still have their lives to get them!
Qiu Zhenyi was stunned. He never expected that things would be such a result. The powerful Qiao Long, Qiao Long who is regarded as the arrogant of heaven, could not even give out his magical powers, and he didn't even see the shadow of the other party. How could it be possible to be beaten to death!
"The first game, you lost." Mu Qianshan said coldly, "There are two more games, but I think you are hopeless. The Ancient Saint Body is the weakest of the three."
Everyone gasped. Such a powerful person is still the weakest of the three? How can this compare? There is no chance of victory at all!
Qiu Zhenyi's face is very ugly. He just agreed to the Mu Qianshan gambling game on behalf of everyone, who knows that this gambling game has no chance of winning! His heart is full of guilt, should he admit defeat? All the cultivating families completely give up their own interests?
At this moment, Zhang Jun and his party walked into the hall. He knew everything that happened here. He said solemnly: "The second game, I'll fight!"
Countless gazes all looked at him. There are not many people in the cultivation family who don’t know him, so everyone shouted: "It's Mr. Zhang from Shennongmen!"
"Big Brother!" Yun Jingshen yelled strangely, and greeted him in three steps in two steps.
Zhang Jun nodded slightly to him, and said, "Yes, it's already half a step with magical powers, better than I thought." Then he turned his head to look at Mu Qianshan, and said coldly, "I killed all your people! Mu! Qianshan, obediently kneel down and knock a hundred bangs, and then cut off five, then I will consider letting you die!"
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