Lin Xiaoke finally saw the source of Gu Zang's trembling.
This is a handsome man with a purple vertical mark between his eyebrows, like an eye about to open.
Wearing a black robe, it is so ordinary, but it seems to cover up the endless night, wearing the night on the body.
The long, disheveled hair is not jet black, but gray-black, with strands of silvery white and crimson purple hair mixed in with it.
Evil and strange, as if walking out of a painting.
Yes, it’s a picture scroll!
Lin Xiaoke suddenly remembered that in the scroll of the painting of the saint that Granny Tianlan took out, the temperament of the figure on the back was exactly the same as that of the man in front of her.
Zhao Wujiang!
She originally just wanted to deceive Gu Zang and find an opportunity to take action, so she deliberately shouted Zhao Wujiang, you are here.
She never expected that Zhao Wujiang would really come.
Why did Zhao Wujiang happen to come here?
Who conveyed the message?
Guzang was trembling all over, and he was also thinking, who sent the message?
He couldn't understand it no matter how much he thought about it, and the horror gradually fermented in his mind and became stronger and stronger.
How could the Qingqiu Fox Clan contact Zhao Wujiang under this snowy day?
Even the Qilin Demon Lord was not aware of the changes here. How did Zhao Wujiang know about it?
What made him even more confused was that he, a Seven Tribulations Venerable, also possessed the Secret Technique of the Heavenly Wolf Clan. Why should he be afraid of Zhao Wujiang, who now seemed to have only a Six Tribulations cultivation level?
What is he afraid of?
Maybe he was afraid of this man who had returned from hell.
Maybe he was afraid of the real owner of the Supreme Bone in his body.
It was difficult for him to move until Zhao Wujiang stretched out a friendly hand and held his left arm, squeezing it gently.
Severe pain swept through his body. The flesh and blood of his left arm shattered and blood flowed horizontally. At the same time, his left arm turned into a wisp of glass-colored liquid, suspended in Zhao Wujiang's palm.
"Ah!" Gu Zang was in unbearable pain, and finally broke through the restraints and staggered back.
"Sirius Xiaoyue!" Gu Zang was extremely frightened. Zhao Wujiang crushed his arm and forcibly took back the Supreme Bone. During this period, he couldn't resist at all. This feeling of powerlessness was too shocking.
But he must keep his mind steady, otherwise he will fail completely.
He roared angrily. As long as he improved his cultivation level a little more, he would not only be better than Zhao Wujiang, but at least escape, it would be no problem.
"Bang!" Zhao Wujiang slapped his backhand lightly, as if he didn't use much strength, but it directly interrupted Gu Zang's spellcasting.
Gu Zang opened his mouth, a little puzzled, and was at a loss for a moment.
Zhao Wujiang then kicked Gu Zang's left leg. The flesh and blood of his left leg was shattered, and the glazed liquid rushed toward his palm.
He took back the left arm and left leg bones that the wolf god Gu Zang had captured back then.
The Wolf God, who had lost his left arm and leg, was increasingly unlikely to be his opponent.
These opponents who had captured his Supreme Bone would not be his opponents at all when his cultivation levels were similar.
If it is not your own power, how can you control it?
Guzang collapsed to the ground. It was clear that he still had a lot of cultivation left, but he couldn't think of any resistance at all.
A pinch, a slap, and a kick completely broke his heart that was trying to resist.
Zhao Wujiang is far more powerful than before, and far more tyrannical than his apparent cultivation.
"Zhao Wujiang, I have a lot to say!" Gu Zang felt the killing intent and shouted hurriedly.
He still has a lot of chips, and he also knows a lot of information that he can use in exchange for his life.
But as soon as he said this, he heard Zhao Wujiang say coldly:
"But I don't have time to listen."
Then he felt a chill coming from his body, and then he felt extremely comfortable.
It wasn't cold anymore, and the people in front of him didn't seem so scary anymore. He really wanted to sleep comfortably.
Then he felt something inside him being quickly drained, and he felt light all over.
The next moment, he was dead.
Zhao Wujiang had completely plundered all his life essence and cultivation base, turning into a skinny corpse that didn't look like a wolf, but rather like a stray white dog lying next to a garbage dump.
Zhao Wujiang quickly absorbed Gu Zang's life essence and cultivation, and at the same time adapted to his brand new left arm and left leg bones. They fit so well and were so handy.
