Chapter 148

Gusirius's tentacles were very powerful. After a long period of refinement, Gusirius's tentacles were no weaker than a 3rd Grade Sacrificial Artifact and could almost ignore the attacks of a Great Saint Master. The most frightening thing was that the tentacles numbered in the tens of thousands, like countless whips. Once they attacked, it would be like countless whip-like sacrificial artifacts, even more frightening than a Crescent Blade.

Because of this, Guo Shier didn't use the Crescent Blade and used Gusirius instead. He controlled the Sacrificial Altar and charged into the crowd. Countless tentacles danced in the sky and screamed crazily. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people had been wrapped up by the tentacles. A Handsome Old Man immediately activated and had Gusirius devour their souls.

These people were the main force of the invasion of the Low Tier Continents. They were the main culprits behind the destruction of the Northern Fu Men, so Guo Shier didn't have any misgivings about killing them. He rampaged and killed hundreds and thousands of Professionists in a short period of time. At this moment, he was deeply dissatisfied with his own abilities and was extremely envious of Qi Wuzhen's methods. If Qi Wuzhen was here, a single Red Pagoda would be enough to wipe out all the Professionists in the city.

Falconer felt extremely good. Although it wasn't exciting enough, there were many enemies, so he could kill to his heart's content. He roared and charged down, chasing after the Professionists on the ground, preventing them from forming an organized attack.

Guo Shier didn't have time to care about his companions. Whether it was Falconer, Luo Zhan, or Nan You, they were all fighting on their own. Fortunately, no powerful Altar level experts had appeared, so they weren't in any danger for now. The few of them, along with the traitor Chen Tianyao, were killing the Professionists of Naxia City.

The Professionists of Naxia City were fighting to the death, and more and more of them were gathering. Guo Shier controlled the Sacrificial Altar and charged into the crowd. Countless Professionists fell, their souls extracted by Gusirius's tentacles, dying silently. Everywhere he went, there were corpses.

The battle was getting more and more intense. The professionals here left a deep impression on everyone. Each and every one of them was not afraid of death. They attacked like madmen and tried their best to bite their opponents. Even if they died because of this, they were not afraid. This caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

At this time, Guo Shier started to use Crescent Blade. Just using Gusirius's tentacles wasn't enough. He formed hundreds of incantations and shouted: "Scatter!" The Moon Blades transformed into countless small Moon Blades that were a few feet long. They circled around the altar and suddenly transformed into a tornado-like Blade Formation.

With a loud whistling sound, the tornado formed by the Crescent Blade quickly formed in front of Guo Shi 'er's altar. Guo Shi 'er released the incantation and shouted, "Attack!" The tornado suddenly expanded and moved forward at a high speed.

Of blood. of it. and Creed Creed Er, "

Along with the sound of the Moon Blade cutting through the air, the entire sky was suffused with a red glow, and countless pieces of flesh and blood rose. As long as a Professionist is caught in the tornado, they will be cut into pieces by the Crescent Blades, turning into a mist of blood. No matter how tenacious a Professionist was, upon seeing this tornado, they would flee for their lives, unable to resist it at all.

This kind of brute force strangulation was extremely terrifying. Under Guo Shier's control, the crescent blades became smaller and smaller, but the number also increased. The tornado formed by the crescent blades grew larger and larger, constantly breaking apart the enemy's team of professionals. After going back and forth a few times, the professionals of Misha City were on the verge of collapse. Even if they dared to risk their lives, they would not be able to withstand such a terrifying attack. As long as one was hit by the tornado formed by the Moon Blade, even if they didn't die, they would be heavily injured.

Because these Sacred Experts and Great Sacred Masters couldn't form an effective combined attack, they became meat on the chopping board. Guo Shier could cut them however he wanted. After tens of thousands of Professionists died, they finally broke down, some of them screamed and ran away.

At first, only a few of them ran away, but after Guo Shier went back and forth a few times, the Professionists of Misha City were in complete despair. If they could cause even the slightest bit of damage to the enemy, they would've charged forward again and again. But if they couldn't harm the enemy at all, regardless of whether they risked their lives or not, the only result was death. They were completely defeated.

Someone shouted: "Run …"

Not even a minute later, the sky became clear again.

Guo Shier formed an incantation seal. The torrential storm of crescent blades suddenly gathered together and turned into a giant crescent blade. He pointed his finger. The crescent blade let out a 'clang' sound, shrank and turned back into a red streak of light. He opened his mouth and swallowed it.

The Hawk Devil flew back happily with a loud cry. Luo Zhan flew up from below and said: "They're all gone … Shier, let's go find the old man"

Chen Tian Yao also flew back and asked: "Where are we going?"

Guo Shi 'er glanced around and saw countless flashes of runes in the distance. Those were the traces of the escaping Professionists. He said: "Ignore those Professionists, we're going to the warehouse … they probably haven't moved anything yet"

Chen Tianyao suddenly smiled and said, "Come with me!" His attitude towards robbery was the same as everyone else's. Robbery was the most exhilarating thing in the world.

The group immediately flew towards the east of the city. Not a single Professionist dared to stop them.

… …

Mi Zhengfeng looked at the opponent in front of him in despair. A seven-level Altar expert. His altar was very strange, it was covered in layers of black flames. With his eyes, he could naturally tell that this was his mother's Soul Altar. There were a dozen or so Altar level experts hovering behind him, but his heart was cold.

Luo Jie's face was expressionless as he indifferently said: "Your opponent is me!"

The sounds of battle resounded from afar. Mi Zhengfeng swallowed hard. He tried to calm down and said: "Senior, how did our Gumi family offend you … please explain, if …"

Before he could finish, Luo Jie waved his hand and said: "Offend me? Haha, this is no longer an offense! "

Mi Zhengfeng felt a chill in his heart and said: "Please explain, senior."

Luo Jie indifferently said: "Since you want to know, then I'll tell you … when the Old Man returns from the outside and finds my family and the continent I'm on has been completely destroyed, without a single person to be seen … haha, tell me … is this enough of an offense? You f * cking tell me … is this offensive? "

Mi Zhengfeng was dumbfounded. Of course he knew that the Gumi family had destroyed many middle and low rank continents in the recent decades. However, he had done a lot of investigations beforehand and found no high rank professionals. His face was deathly pale. This was a hatred that could not be resolved with the destruction of his family.

"What do you want? Uh … is there any possibility of us reconciling? "

Luo Jie laughed loudly and said: "Reconciling? Motherf * cking reconciling! If you dare to do it, then you must dare to bear the consequences. Haha, we will not rest until one of us is dead! "

Mi Zhengfeng looked at his companions behind him. He found that he could not fight against Luo Jie at all. The difference in strength between the two was too great. Soul Altar professionals could challenge those of higher realms, and were much stronger than those of the same level. His subordinates did not even need to try to know that they were not a match. At this moment, he already had plans to escape.

Luo Jie said: "Don't think of escaping, you cannot escape!" Before he could finish his sentence, an altar suddenly appeared behind him. It was also burning with raging black flames. Qi Nanshan appeared.

Mi Zhengfeng looked back and immediately felt as if he fell into an icehouse. His entire body was cold from the inside out. There was actually a Soul Altar expert. He knew that if he did not deal with this properly, all of them would die in Misha City.

Qi Nanshan said: "The preparations are done. Hehe, brat, you came to our continent to show off, now you have a taste of our counterattack!"

Mi Zhengfeng originally wanted to escape, but after seeing Qi Nanshan, he knew he could not escape. If it was just Luo Jie alone, he would still have a sliver of hope. However, Qi Nanshan's appearance had completely destroyed that sliver of hope. He exhaled heavily and struggled to say: "Is there … really no other way?" He did not give up, and tried to find a way out. He cherished his life very much after ascending to the fifth level of the altar. He did not want to die.

Luo Jie sneered: "You are the forefather of the Gu Mi Family? You should be the decision maker in destroying my continent. Do you think … there is still a solution? "

Mi Zhengfeng and the group of Altar level experts behind him paled. How were they supposed to fight two high level Soul Altar professionals? Just the other's pressure alone was enough to restrict their movements. They could barely activate the altar's defenses, and couldn't even release their sacrificial artifacts. Mi Zhengfeng was slightly better, but he did not dare to attack first.

At this time, Mi Zhengfeng found countless tiny black dots floating around him. They looked like countless tiny flying ants. If he did not look closely, he would not be able to see them at all. What is this?

Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan were not in a hurry to attack. They were in the same mood. If they did not torture them, how could they vent the anger in their hearts? Therefore, they continued to pressure each other, be it in terms of words or soul pressure. At the same time, the two had already set up a trap.

The tiny black dots that looked like flying ants gradually gathered together. Mi Zhengfeng's eyes widened. Only then did he realize that these black dots were actually tiny flames, and they were black flames. Among them, there was no lack of Professionals with good eyesight. One of them cried out involuntarily, "Soul Fire!"

Countless soul fires floated in the air like snowflakes. This was the trap that Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan had set up.

Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan retreated a bit, a cold smile on their faces. Mi Zhengfeng was so scared that his face was covered in cold sweat. He knew that he had done something stupid. He was stalling for time, but the other party was also stalling for time. He wanted to wait for help, but he did not expect that the other party's help would arrive first, and even secretly set up a soul fire.

No one dared to move. Although the soul fire was small, once it touched the altar, they did not know how to resist it. The soul fire was very abnormal. This was common knowledge among professionals. The surroundings were filled with tiny floating soul fires. No matter how they moved, they could not avoid touching these abnormal flames.

Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth: "Let them go. I … I surrender. You can do whatever you want!" Although he cherished his life, he could only surrender at this point. He tried to leave a little bloodline for his family.

Luo Jie and Qi Nanshan's eyes became even colder. They already knew that after the Gumi Family invaded the continents, they killed countless professionals. The professionals of the Northern Fu Men and the Chenxiao Sect were almost slaughtered. Only a few professionals were captured, most of which were women. The fate of ordinary people was slightly better. Most of them were plundered and turned into slaves. They were distributed as prizes, and many were sold.

That was why the two of them had no mercy for the Gumi Family. Luo Jie sneered: "Oh? You surrender? "

Mi Zhengfeng gritted his teeth: "Yes, as long as you let them go!"

One of the professionals shouted: "Ancestor, let's fight!"