Chapter 2024 Not even my junior sister Mengmeng Fist can compare to
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Ke Ning
Cui Guan was furious, his chest heaving up and down. As expected, they were a family, and everything they said was so annoying.
What kind of person can teach such a disciple?
If I meet him, I must teach him a lesson.
Will you teach disciples?
When you release such a disciple, have you considered other people's breasts?
Men’s mammary glands are also mammary glands.
When Cui Guan was about to get angry, Elder Rui's voice sounded, as if it was just right. At the same time, the pleasant voice also made Cui Guan's anger go down.
"The Soul Burial World is a unique spell created by the ancestors of the Sword Family."
"Generally, only those who hold the Soul Burying Sword are qualified to learn it."
"Once it is used, it is not so much fighting the sword holder as it is fighting the ancestors of the sword family..."
Elder Rui's voice was soft and sweet, but it made people who heard it for the first time feel chills in their hearts.
Looking at the light ball in the distance is also full of fear.
No one except the Jian family knows how many ancestors there are.
Everyone devoted themselves to nourishing the Soul Burying Sword at the last moment, and gathered inside the Soul Burying Sword.
The ancestors of the Sword Family were all geniuses of their era, and one can imagine how powerful they were.
After hearing this, Xiao Yi felt a little nervous.
It sounds awesome. Can the second senior brother handle it?
But after thinking about it again, Xiao Yi felt that she was worrying too much.
The second senior brother has never let her down.
No matter how powerful or cunning the enemy is, they are no match for the second senior brother.
How could a mere sword family or the dead ancestors of the sword family be the second senior brother's opponent?
Xiao Yi immediately cheered up and looked into the distance with confidence. She believed in her second senior brother.
Under the white light, Lu Shaoqing lowered his head and looked at his feet. It seemed that there was only one place for him to stay. The rest of the surrounding area was completely white, as if there was a bottomless space below.
There is a heavy feeling in the surrounding atmosphere.
But for Lu Shaoqing, there was no pressure at all.
Lu Shaoqing was still looking around with interest, wondering if it was an illusion.
Jian Wanshan's voice sounded, "Come here, you will be buried here."
The sound was vague and uncertain, as if coming from all directions.
Lu Shaoqing raised his head and said, "Stop pretending to be a fool here. Come out."
"Humph!"
Jian Wanshan's figure slowly appeared, towering in the sky, surrounded by white mist, looking down at Lu Shaoqing like an emperor.
"Your death is here!"
As he finished speaking, figures appeared one after another around him, standing tall against the sky, and a terrifying aura filled the space.
It was as if heaven and earth were pressing down.
Lu Shaoqing has seen this scene before. He had seen this scene before when Jianyi used the Soul Burying Sword.
At that time, it was an illusion created by the aftermath, and it had no lethality.
It's different now.
The terrifying pressure seems to have materialized and continues to fall.
White streams of light fell from the entire space, like raindrops, constantly converging on Lu Shaoqing.
This was a terrifying force, like an invisible hand pressing down on him, making him bow his head.
A voice sounded in his mind, telling him to kneel down so that he could survive.
Lu Shaoqing felt the pressure and his body trembled slightly.
Jian Wanshan's voice came, "Stupid human being, you know nothing about power."
Jian Wanshan's voice couldn't hide his pride, "This is the power left by my ancestors over the generations. How can you, a little human being, be able to compete with it?"
"Is it very strong?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, still in that annoying tone, "There are so many dead ghosts here, have your Jian family burned incense for them?"
"If you don't burn the ingot candle, can they bless you?"
"Being like a broken sword, it's not even a remnant soul. It has so much power."
"With this kind of power, even my junior sister Mengmeng Fist can't match it. How dare you make such a fuss?"
Jian Wanshan became angry again, but he did not lose his composure and continued to sneer like a winner, "Stupid!"
"Then let you see the power of my sword family!"
As Jian Wanshan's words fell, his strength increased sharply.
The terrible power forms a white storm here, like a blizzard in the cold winter.
With a whirring sound, the terrible pressure continued to increase, and the entire space seemed to be compressed.
Power squeezed in from all directions, as if Lu Shaoqing was going to be crushed.
Lu Shaoqing stretched out his hand and made a move. The imaginary Mo Jun sword did not appear, but Mo Jun appeared.
Lu Shaoqing looked at Mo Jun, "Damn it, where's the sword?"
Without saying a word, Mo Jun rushed to Lu Shaoqing's shoulder, "Fuck, boss, help me!"
He shook his head and waved his hand fiercely without arguing with Mr. Mo.
Immortal fireball appears.
The sound is huge, but it has no power at all.
Jian Wanshan's triumphant voice sounded, "Stupid human being, haven't you noticed it yet?"
"The Soul Burial World is a world of its own. This is not the outside world, nor is it any space you are familiar with."
"Here, our Jian family members are gods."
"You can do nothing but wait to die."
Jian Wanshan became more and more excited as he talked, "Only spiritual consciousness can attack here. No matter how powerful your spiritual consciousness is, it's useless."
"Because you are facing the ancestors of my Jian family, you don't have any chance."
The sound echoed in the space, deafening.
In the face of the terrifying power, both heaven and earth eclipsed it.
Jian Wanshan seemed to have seen victory. Here, he was the spokesperson of God.
The ancestors of the Jian family bless him.
However, Jian Wanshan was not happy for long, and the annoying voice sounded again.
"Oh?"
"Is that so?"
Jian Wanshan was furious, "Is this so? Can you resist it?"
"stupid people....."
Before he finished speaking, a terrible force suddenly burst out from below.
Like a ignited explosive barrel, there was a loud bang and a red storm swept up.
The terrifying high temperature spreads, and the heating temperature makes Jianwanshan feel like he is in a volcano.
The red storm slammed into the white storm. In Jian Wanshan's shocked eyes, the white storm seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, struggling continuously, and was finally swallowed by the red storm...
What kind of person can teach such a disciple?
If I meet him, I must teach him a lesson.
Will you teach disciples?
When you release such a disciple, have you considered other people's breasts?
Men’s mammary glands are also mammary glands.
When Cui Guan was about to get angry, Elder Rui's voice sounded, as if it was just right. At the same time, the pleasant voice also made Cui Guan's anger go down.
"The Soul Burial World is a unique spell created by the ancestors of the Sword Family."
"Generally, only those who hold the Soul Burying Sword are qualified to learn it."
"Once it is used, it is not so much fighting the sword holder as it is fighting the ancestors of the sword family..."
Elder Rui's voice was soft and sweet, but it made people who heard it for the first time feel chills in their hearts.
Looking at the light ball in the distance is also full of fear.
No one except the Jian family knows how many ancestors there are.
Everyone devoted themselves to nourishing the Soul Burying Sword at the last moment, and gathered inside the Soul Burying Sword.
The ancestors of the Sword Family were all geniuses of their era, and one can imagine how powerful they were.
After hearing this, Xiao Yi felt a little nervous.
It sounds awesome. Can the second senior brother handle it?
But after thinking about it again, Xiao Yi felt that she was worrying too much.
The second senior brother has never let her down.
No matter how powerful or cunning the enemy is, they are no match for the second senior brother.
How could a mere sword family or the dead ancestors of the sword family be the second senior brother's opponent?
Xiao Yi immediately cheered up and looked into the distance with confidence. She believed in her second senior brother.
Under the white light, Lu Shaoqing lowered his head and looked at his feet. It seemed that there was only one place for him to stay. The rest of the surrounding area was completely white, as if there was a bottomless space below.
There is a heavy feeling in the surrounding atmosphere.
But for Lu Shaoqing, there was no pressure at all.
Lu Shaoqing was still looking around with interest, wondering if it was an illusion.
Jian Wanshan's voice sounded, "Come here, you will be buried here."
The sound was vague and uncertain, as if coming from all directions.
Lu Shaoqing raised his head and said, "Stop pretending to be a fool here. Come out."
"Humph!"
Jian Wanshan's figure slowly appeared, towering in the sky, surrounded by white mist, looking down at Lu Shaoqing like an emperor.
"Your death is here!"
As he finished speaking, figures appeared one after another around him, standing tall against the sky, and a terrifying aura filled the space.
It was as if heaven and earth were pressing down.
Lu Shaoqing has seen this scene before. He had seen this scene before when Jianyi used the Soul Burying Sword.
At that time, it was an illusion created by the aftermath, and it had no lethality.
It's different now.
The terrifying pressure seems to have materialized and continues to fall.
White streams of light fell from the entire space, like raindrops, constantly converging on Lu Shaoqing.
This was a terrifying force, like an invisible hand pressing down on him, making him bow his head.
A voice sounded in his mind, telling him to kneel down so that he could survive.
Lu Shaoqing felt the pressure and his body trembled slightly.
Jian Wanshan's voice came, "Stupid human being, you know nothing about power."
Jian Wanshan's voice couldn't hide his pride, "This is the power left by my ancestors over the generations. How can you, a little human being, be able to compete with it?"
"Is it very strong?" Lu Shaoqing's voice came, still in that annoying tone, "There are so many dead ghosts here, have your Jian family burned incense for them?"
"If you don't burn the ingot candle, can they bless you?"
"Being like a broken sword, it's not even a remnant soul. It has so much power."
"With this kind of power, even my junior sister Mengmeng Fist can't match it. How dare you make such a fuss?"
Jian Wanshan became angry again, but he did not lose his composure and continued to sneer like a winner, "Stupid!"
"Then let you see the power of my sword family!"
As Jian Wanshan's words fell, his strength increased sharply.
The terrible power forms a white storm here, like a blizzard in the cold winter.
With a whirring sound, the terrible pressure continued to increase, and the entire space seemed to be compressed.
Power squeezed in from all directions, as if Lu Shaoqing was going to be crushed.
Lu Shaoqing stretched out his hand and made a move. The imaginary Mo Jun sword did not appear, but Mo Jun appeared.
Lu Shaoqing looked at Mo Jun, "Damn it, where's the sword?"
Without saying a word, Mo Jun rushed to Lu Shaoqing's shoulder, "Fuck, boss, help me!"
He shook his head and waved his hand fiercely without arguing with Mr. Mo.
Immortal fireball appears.
The sound is huge, but it has no power at all.
Jian Wanshan's triumphant voice sounded, "Stupid human being, haven't you noticed it yet?"
"The Soul Burial World is a world of its own. This is not the outside world, nor is it any space you are familiar with."
"Here, our Jian family members are gods."
"You can do nothing but wait to die."
Jian Wanshan became more and more excited as he talked, "Only spiritual consciousness can attack here. No matter how powerful your spiritual consciousness is, it's useless."
"Because you are facing the ancestors of my Jian family, you don't have any chance."
The sound echoed in the space, deafening.
In the face of the terrifying power, both heaven and earth eclipsed it.
Jian Wanshan seemed to have seen victory. Here, he was the spokesperson of God.
The ancestors of the Jian family bless him.
However, Jian Wanshan was not happy for long, and the annoying voice sounded again.
"Oh?"
"Is that so?"
Jian Wanshan was furious, "Is this so? Can you resist it?"
"stupid people....."
Before he finished speaking, a terrible force suddenly burst out from below.
Like a ignited explosive barrel, there was a loud bang and a red storm swept up.
The terrifying high temperature spreads, and the heating temperature makes Jianwanshan feel like he is in a volcano.
The red storm slammed into the white storm. In Jian Wanshan's shocked eyes, the white storm seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, struggling continuously, and was finally swallowed by the red storm...
