Chapter 397 Nine Heavenly Soldiers

With more and more light red plants in his hand, Zhang Chong is more and more like a fish getting water in this light green fog. At present, if he returns to that road, he should be able to easily defeat the strong man with a stick. However, even if the distance between them is getting farther and farther away, the strong man with the stick is still reluctant to give up, chasing after him closely, and his body will never touch the light green **.

Not long after, Zhang Chong saw the end of the road and appeared in front of him leisurely. In that place, there was a milky halo, which flashed faintly in that place, and its circumference was also surrounded by light green fog.

Seeing that the destination was close in front of him, Zhang Chongyan did not hesitate. He took a step and came to the long and narrow road. He slowly turned around and stood up to the strong man with a stick. Before going to that place, he did not want this person to become his worries.

"Who are you~~" Zhang Chong asked coldly. His momentum was so strong that he directly covered the man who rushed over and asked him with infinite pressure.

And the long stick in the man's hand swung, but he didn't say anything. He rushed, and the long stick in his hand looked like a python, biting towards him.

This time, Zhang Chong was like walking leisurely. The fire butterflies around his body danced and surrounded the python under the continuous entanglement. Then, a light long knife hit the giant python into the sky and became the original appearance.

With just one move, he bounced the long stick of the strong stick in front of him. You can imagine how much his strength grew by the light red plants absorbed by him in the light green fog.

After Zhang Chong's move, he did not stay much. He took a step forward directly. The fire butterfly condensed in one place, like a ribbon, and directly wrapped the body of the man in front of him. After that, his long knife hung on the top of the man's head and asked again,

"Who the hell are you~~"

Zhang Chong was so strong in front of him, but he still didn't say a word. In an instant, his hands broke free from the shackles laid by Zhang Chong and slowly opened it. At the same time, there was a metal-like light on his body. In addition to shining, it emitted a continuous The endless sound of clear singing.

With the sound of this clear sound ringing all over the world, the long and narrow road has also undergone strange changes. It also emits the same light as the person in front of it. Looking up, it is actually melted in a place, and when you look far away, you will find the road in the far away. During this clear sound, it is shortening quickly.

The road that Zhang Chong has been on all the way has gradually faded away. Or it can also be said that it shrank into the body of the strong stick in front of him at a very fast speed.

Looking at this strange change, Zhang Chong's strength is much stronger than before, but it is not close to the person's body at this moment. The fire butterfly, which was originally used as a bondage, soon disappeared, leaving nothing behind. When Zhang Chong's long knife waved to the front, not only could not change this change, but even the blade was refined, which was enough to see the strength of the energy in front of it.

The long stick that was blown away, after slowly turning a few times in the sky, still maintained a dark color and fell down. In the process of landing, the long stick was also constantly shrinking, and when it fell in front of Zhang Zhong, it was no more than one. The size of the jade slip is engraved with dense seals.

This long stick the size of a jade slip hung leisurely in front of Zhang Chong, and then stopped moving. Zhang Chong looked at the jade slip engraved with dense seal patterns. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and took it over. As soon as Fang bought it, he only saw the light of the jade, and then he fell into the place where Zhang Chong's palm was. At this time, the dazzling pattern on the previous palm surged up one after another and melted into a place very quickly.

With the fusion of this pattern and the long stick, a large amount of information suddenly burst out in Zhang Chong's mind, and the wind and clouds surged in. This information is constantly echoing in Zhang Zhong's mind, and several words appear very clearly, that is,

[Nine Heavenly Soldiers]～～

In Zhang Chong's mind, the information echoed is all around the nine heavenly soldiers. In this information, Zhang Chong also understands more and more that the strength of the nine heavenly soldiers is that the cultivation level of the nine heavenly soldiers is divided into six levels. Each level of cultivation has extremely difficult requirements, and the moves are unfolded. It also has an extremely amazing power. These six levels are:

Wan Jianliu～～

Thousand sword flow～～

Hundred Swords Flow～～

Ten Swords Flow～～

Five Swords Flow～～

One sword flow~~

With the continuous promotion of each level, although the number of swords issued is getting less and less, it has several times the strength of the previous one. And this first-order ten thousand sword flow, if you want to practice, the cultivation requirements for the performer himself are also extremely high, and you need to have at least the cultivation level against the sky or the Mahayana level.

What an anti-sky magic soldier is this!! After feeling the endless information in his mind, Zhang Chong couldn't help sighing gently. I have to say that the message about the nine heavenly soldiers in this long stick is revealed with infinite domineeringness just on the introduction.

However, where is the nine heavenly soldiers? Zhang Chong's eyes, also at this moment, looked forward in surprise, and saw the strong man in front of him who had lost the long stick. After his hands were opened, the endless metal-like light enveloped him.

And the road is constantly converging and attached to the person's body. It is integrated with it, and the changes continue to proceed uninterruptedly. After a very long time, the shape of the person can no longer be seen. What Zhang Chong saw with his eyes is a magic weapon. The front end looks like a sword, but there is a The extremely delicate grip is golden in color, with a heavy texture. Around the grip, there are thirty-six short blades, all with a fierce chill.

This strong man with a long stick is actually a nine-day soldier~~

At this time, Zhang Chong realized that the strong man who had been fighting with him was not a real person. He was just a weapon, but this weapon was really powerful, that is, he could fight with him for such a long time under the condition that no one used it.

In this way, what a powerful existence it would be if he became the master of the nine heavenly soldiers and displayed the six styles of the divine soldiers.

If so, I'm afraid it's not a problem to defeat the poor philosopher.

Zhang Chong thought about this problem in his heart, and the nine heavenly soldiers also hung in front of him and let him hold it in his hand. Obviously, after the battle just now, the nine heavenly soldiers have recognized him as the master. Holding the heavy magic soldier, Zhang Chong's eyes also looked at the milky halo not far ahead.

To be honest, this encounter in Xuanji Mansion is far beyond his imagination, and it is completely different from what Yue said before.

Why are there so many changes? According to Yue's description, Lan Xiping's strength should not be as strong as Zhang Reju is now, but in Xuanji's house, there is such a terrible prohibition, but it is really strange.

Think about it, and then you can find the answer to all this.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chong carried the nine heavenly soldiers and walked to the place where the milky halo was. This area hangs leisurely in the light green fog, like a crystal clear water droplet, with pure light.

After entering the halo, Zhang Chong felt that there was an extremely peaceful and peaceful feeling on Zhou's body. In this halo, it seemed that he could recover his physical strength, and not only that, but also the place where his heart was, became more peaceful.

And at this time, he heard a voice in his ear,

"Welcome, since you came here, you are predestined to me. I'm from Lanxi." With this sentence, a figure is now in front of Zhang Chong. The man's appearance immediately corresponds to Yue's description. Isn't it Lan Xiping or who?

"You can open the door of this Xuanji Mansion with the ring of Xuanji. I think the strength should have reached the transformation level. It's good."

"What's wrong~" Zhang Chong said in his heart, if it really depends on your words, I'm afraid that the practitioners with metamorphic-level strength have not seen the gate of Xuanji Mansion, and he will have already died, and he is still here to make a mystery. Zhang Chongzheng thought of this, but he heard Lan Xiping say,

"But if you come into the house, I'm afraid it will take at least hundreds of years to get out." This sentence was as shocking as five thunderbolts.