Chapter 152 Closing the Net

The Jindan strongman attacked with anger, but Er Gouzi successfully took it. Not only was he not beaten into a pile of meat paste, but he was not dead.

At this moment, the group of terrified foundation-building cultivators had to look at Er Gouzi with new eyes.

In their eyes, the one who could withstand the full-strength attack of the Jindan cultivator with the foundation-building cultivation was simply a god-like existence.

In fact, the attack of the Jindan cultivator was blocked by the little black dog.

Er Gouzi was only slightly touched by the residual power and suffered serious injuries.

"Huh?"

The Jindan cultivator did not expect that this palm did not beat both the man and the dog into meat paste.

However, he knew very well that his full-strength attack was blocked by the strange little black dog.

After being hit by his palm, the little dog was beaten into a very thin piece, and now it was slowly rebounding to its original shape.

"What on earth is this thing?"

He has lived for hundreds of years and has a lot of knowledge, but he has never heard of such a strange species in the world.

Good stuff!

Treasures in the world belong only to the virtuous!

The Jindan monk failed to strike, so he reached out to snatch the little black dog.

When Er Gouzi stabbed the poison needle in a sneak attack, his mind was spinning wildly, thinking hard about how to get out.

When he encountered such a Jindan strongman who had him in his arms, he would kneel down and beg for mercy, lick his shoes, crawl into his crotch, and offer all his treasures.

After the other party had enough fun and got spiritual satisfaction, he would still kill himself.

Anyway, he was doomed to die anyway, so he might as well take the risk of sneak attack, at least he could bite off a piece of the other party's flesh before he died.

When he was knocked away by the palm of the Jindan monk, he followed the force of the palm and floated towards the entrance of the tunnel.

When he landed, he had already put the two snakes into the gourd.

So when the Jindan monk tried to snatch him again, he had already rolled over and fell into the tunnel.

The first moment he fell into the cave, he stepped on a large protruding rock.

"Ka-ka-ka..."

The mechanism was activated, and the entrance to the cave closed again.

"Huh..."

Er Gouzi fled into the cave and exhaled deeply.

He was safe for the time being.

The mechanism set up by Tianji Elder was not so easy to open. The Jindan cultivator outside could only use brute force to dig the soil to find him.

Er Gouzi leaned against the wall of the tunnel and connected his dislocated arm.

Then he used the heavy sword to collapse the tunnel and retreated back to the underground chamber.

Although the underground chamber was located very deep, he could still feel that someone was digging the soil above.

With the strength of the Jindan cultivator, it would probably take only a few breaths to dig out this underground chamber.

The time left for him was very tight.

"Chang Ling'er, I want to do an experiment, you help me watch."

Er Gouzi said, taking out the jade floor and placing it on the ground.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just help me here and see if you can find me if I hide."

As Er Gouzi said this, his mind moved and a tiny dust appeared on his hand.

This is the extreme state that he can shrink the gourd.

In fact, after he found that the gourd could hold living things, he always wanted to put himself in it to try.

But considering that there might be many uncertain threats, he never tried it.

For example, if he himself goes in, if he can't get out, will he be trapped in it for the rest of his life?

Because the living things that were put in before were all pulled out by him from outside the gourd with his spiritual sense.

And if he goes into the gourd, what will the gourd look like again?

If he goes in, the gourd will return to the way it looked when he got it and be placed on the ground. Wouldn't that be a bargain for others?

In addition, the gourd has the function of isolating the inside and the outside. If he goes in, can he still see what is happening outside?

In short, he had many concerns before, so he never tried it.

Now that he is forced into a desperate situation, he wants to take a risk and try it.

The digging noise above his head was getting louder and louder. In a few more breaths, he would be able to dig to the underground secret room.

He no longer hesitated at this moment. With a thought, he had already put himself in.

Er Gouzi's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a tiny dust, which slowly fell to the ground.

Chang Ling'er followed Er Gouzi's instructions and watched carefully.

No matter how he looked, he could not find where Er Gouzi was hiding.

Only a tiny dust slowly fell to the ground. This dust had no spiritual fluctuations, just like thousands of ordinary dust.

After Er Gouzi entered the gourd, he found himself floating in a white world.

Unable to distinguish up and down, east, south, west and north, he seemed to have become a tiny dust, drifting with the waves in this white world.

He felt that he had been floating for a long time, but he could not find the edge. This feeling was very depressing and uncomfortable.

He felt very small.

However, now was not the time for him to be sentimental. He had to try first to see if he could get out.

As his mind moved.

Alas!

His figure reappeared in the underground secret room.

As long as he could get in and out, it was fine.

"Er Gouzi, where did you hide just now? I can't find you."

Chang Ling'er's voice sounded in his mind again.

"Didn't you see anything?"

"No, I just saw a very ordinary dust falling to the ground."

Chang Ling'er still said in confusion.

"Boom boom..."

The digging noise above was getting louder and louder, and the underground secret room was about to be dug through.

Er Gouzi didn't hesitate at all and put the stone slab where Chang Ling'er was hiding into the gourd.

Then he thought about it and hid in the gourd himself.

The next moment he disappeared from the secret room, a bright light shone in, and the top of the secret room was hollowed out.

The Jindan strongman jumped into the secret room, opened his spiritual sense, but couldn't find any trace.

The Jindan strongman walked around in the secret room repeatedly, searched several times, turned over the walls and the ground, but couldn't find it.

"Strange?"

"Could it be possible to escape under my nose?"

The Jindan strongman was a little embarrassed at this moment after being so arrogant just now.

When he was pretending to be cool in front of hundreds of people, he was stabbed by a small foundation-building cultivator.

Now he got away with it.

He searched in the secret room for a long time, but couldn't find it.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he couldn't waste time here, as there were still many treasures waiting for him.

The Jindan strongman jumped again and jumped out of the underground secret room, ready to go to other places to look for treasures.

However, he had already remembered this kid, and he would kill him even if he chased him to the ends of the earth.

But he didn't know that at this moment, an inconspicuous dust happened to stick to the sole of his shoe and flew into the sky with him.

The Jindan monk was searching in the Daoxuan secret collection.

When he met a little monk he didn't like, he would just pull him over, humiliate him first, and then kill him.

Seeing the painful and helpless expressions of those little monks until they died in pain.

He felt extremely satisfied.

Just when this Jindan strongman was full of pride, the sky gradually darkened.

At the same time, a large net was slowly closing in...

"Oh no! The soldiers are coming!"

"Ahhh..."

"Kill! Don't spare any!"

"Ah!"

Suddenly, shouts of killing and painful wails came one after another from Daoxuan's secret collection...

The National Defense Army formed a large net, slowly closing in from the outside.

The surrounded evil cultivators were so anxious that they jumped around like headless flies.

All this seemed particularly vivid and vigorous in the eyes of the National Defense Army, and a joy of harvest was overflowing on their faces.

The fishermen liked to see the fish fluttering in the net the most.

A Jindan cultivator, relying on his own strength, flew into the air and rushed directly towards the encirclement of the National Defense Army.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

Suddenly, hundreds of flying swords flew out from the National Defense Army. These flying swords were controlled by foundation-building cultivators, but they formed a sword dragon in the air.

Hundreds of people controlled them at the same time and cooperated with each other, coordinating like hands and feet.

The sword dragon in the air moved forward without hesitation, swallowed up the magic weapon offered by the Jindan cultivator, and then crashed into the Jindan cultivator.

Then the sword dragon swallowed up the Jindan cultivator in the air.

A bloody rain suddenly fell from the sky.

The sword dragon was reorganized into more than 100 flying swords and returned to the hands of each foundation-building cultivator.

But the Jindan strongman in the air just disappeared, without even a slightly intact piece of meat left.

As the strongest fighting force in the Great Zhou, the Zhenguo Army is indeed worthy of its reputation.

Seeing this, the many evil cultivators left in Daoxuan's secret collection were even more desperate.

It's not that there are no Jindan strongmen in the Zhenguo Army, but they only need the foundation-building soldiers to kill the evil cultivators in the Jindan period.

Seeing the Zhenguo Army slowly advancing, no one dared to rush in, and the big net became smaller and smaller.

When the net was closed, they were still dead.

The evil Jindan cultivator who had just bullied Er Gouzi and enjoyed wantonly killing young cultivators no longer had the prestige he had before.

With no way to retreat, he finally burst out with courage and roared.

"We will die sooner or later anyway, let's break through together."

"Okay!"

"Charge together!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

However, before they could muster up their courage, a flying sword swept past and several heads flew up.

The few people who were about to break through, including the evil Jindan cultivator, had no power to resist the flying sword and died instantly.

It turned out that even though they were all Jindan cultivators, their strength at the same level was very different.

What followed was a one-sided massacre, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

The knife fell...

The knife fell...

Heads rolled...