Seeing that Yan Zheng still wanted to resist, Lishi gave up his solemn posture and began to walk towards him. Although he had a little respect for his talents, Lishi knew that it was absolutely impossible for a person like Yan Zheng to kowtow to the Lord, even if he would He has been included among the believers, and one day in the future he will rebel for revenge. Since he cannot be used by the Lord, let him die here.
The strong man walked up to Yan Zheng. The aura he exuded was as unshakable as a mountain. A pair of iron fists were covered with gray-white light. Feeling the power contained in the light, Yan Zheng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He They made a mistake and misjudged the strength of the strongman. The strength shown by this strongman in front of them was only Yuxu, but in fact, the real strength was definitely higher than Qingxu.
"As a mortal, you have performed well enough, but compared to the Lord's followers, you are as weak as a bug. Do you actually think you can escape after defeating me? It's ridiculous! How can anyone use bugs? Where is the full strength? Welcome death quietly and praise the great name of the Lord in hell!"
The gray-white light firmly controlled Yan Zheng, making him unable to move at all. The strongman raised his iron fist and struck it on Yan Zheng's head without hesitation. This punch was so powerful that Yan Zheng who was hit would be shattered to pieces.
"King Kong! Stop!"
At this critical moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded. The warrior whose name was called immediately stopped his movements, and the indestructible iron fist stopped on Yan Zheng's head. The wind of the fist that had not yet dissipated made Yan Zheng unable to breathe. The gray-white light still firmly controlled him in place. The powerful man put away his iron fists, returned to his usual solemn posture, and nodded respectfully toward the dense forest.
The dense bushes slowly parted to both sides as if they were broken by a pair of invisible hands. Lord Taichang, who was covered in a purple robe, walked out through the dense forest. He held the drop of the Lord's holy blood in one hand. , holding a strange-style lantern in his other hand, four loyal believers followed him, as silent as four stone sculptures.
Looking at the believers with heavy casualties in front of him, Taichang remained expressionless. He raised the crimson blood beads in his hand upwards, and a strange purple color appeared in his eyes, as if he felt a familiar power. Amethyst The blood droplet turned into a liquid state again, and a small drop of blood separated from it, then rose into the sky and turned into a lavender cloud. The lavender cloud enveloped the entire forest. After a while, it began to rain. There was a burst of lavender rain, and the believers bathed in the sweet rain from the sky. No matter how serious the injuries were, they recovered as before. The lost limbs grew back. Even if they were broken in two and the head was broken, brand new ones grew. In Yan Zheng's shocked eyes, all the believers he had killed stood up again.
"This is the power of the Lord. My brothers and sisters, stand up! In His hands, your bodies have been reshaped. Praise Him! Under the protection of the great power of the Lord, every death of ours , will all be reborn!"
Taichang shouted to the believers. The eyes of the resurrected believers were confused, and they seemed to be still adapting to their new limbs. But after hearing Taichang's voice, their eyes were once again occupied by a strange purple color, and their arms were stacked and raised. A unified movement of heads, followed by a fanatical cry.
Taichang was surrounded by believers and he raised his lantern to shine around. The flame in the middle of the lantern remained tepid at first, but when the light shone on Yan Zheng, the flame in the middle of the lantern became fierce. The ground burned, emitting a terrifying scarlet light.
Taichang's pale, paper-like face seemed to be coated with a thick layer of paint by the scarlet light. A smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. He really couldn't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort at all. Previously, He thought it was the Luo family guards who stole it, or some immortal master got there first, but he didn't expect that the mysteriously missing Hongsha Bodhi was actually in the body of such an inconspicuous mortal!
Although the red gauze bodhi is not the most top-notch natural treasure, it can promote the progress of the next ceremony to a certain extent. It is a blessing to recover it this time. Tai Chang waved his hand to signal the warrior to relax his attitude toward Yan Zheng. Control, after the red gauze bodhi is integrated into the human body, special steps must be taken to take it out again, so we can't let this mortal die now. We will take him back first and then discuss it separately.
Feeling the weakening of the gray-white light, the controlled Yan Zheng regained some of his mobility. He threw the dagger, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rose violently. The warrior suddenly felt a chill on his back, and a cold killing intent came over him. The warrior hurriedly turned back , the dagger came towards him, he waved his fist to fend off the dagger, and then his skin was pierced by the sharp blade. Yan Zheng wanted to use force again, but the strong muscles of the strongman clamped the blade, even if Yan Zheng used the Steel-Breaking Technique. Even with all his strength, Yan Zheng failed to make any progress. As soon as the attack was successful, Yan Zheng quickly retreated to distance himself, avoiding the strongman's counterattack.
The strong man was a little angry. If he hadn't interrupted too often just now, he would have crushed the insect in front of him to death. So what if he had the red gauze bodhi? A bug, even a bug that can be resurrected, is still just a bug after all and can never be a human opponent! He roared angrily, raised a pair of iron fists and rushed towards Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng also moved. The long sword in his hand stabbed out sword shadows. The sword edge pointed at the joints of the strongman's body. The strongman's iron fist faced the sword edge. The fist shadows all over the sky knocked down all the sword shadows. Yan Zheng put away his sword and opened the distance again. , with the lesson learned from the damage of the long sword, he has tried his best to avoid Lux's iron fist with the sword blade. Ke Lishi also saw Yan Zheng's thoughts, and every punch went towards the long sword in Yan Zheng's hand. With the weapon Yan Zheng is still capable of fighting, but without the weapon in his hand, he will completely become a turtle in the urn.
In the fight just now, the long sword and the iron fist collided repeatedly, and the already curled long sword had several cracks. Yan Zheng knew that if he continued to fight like this, the long sword would break sooner or later. He wanted to fight off the strong man and gain a way out. He could only fight quickly. He adjusted his breathing and raised his sword. There was a determination in his eyes that he was looking forward to death.
The strongman felt a hint of threat. He jumped up suddenly and fell towards Yan Zheng like a mountain bearing down on him. He wanted to forcefully defeat Yan Zheng before his move could be completed.
However, the monstrous wave of the Steel-Breaking Technique has already formed in Yan Zheng's body. He exhaled loudly, took a step forward, and swung a huge arc. This blow was the strongest blow he could send out now. Highly integrated, driven by the scarlet blood, it is already close to the full blow of a Yuxu monk!
The strongman fell heavily from the air, and a terrifying wound broke out on the jade-like skin on his chest, revealing the strong muscles underneath. New granulation was growing out from under the skin, but the wound was repaired in just a few breaths. After finishing, Lux had an incredible look on his face. He didn't expect that this dying mortal actually hurt him and forced him to use his strength to repair his body.
This blow almost drained the scarlet blood from Yan Zheng's body, which was equivalent to directly draining his life. Yan Zheng fell into a state of powerlessness, the long sword in his hand shattered, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, breaking the steel The side effects of the technique began to appear immediately. The bones of his right arm were completely shattered, and his consciousness was gradually lost. After losing the ability of the red gauze bodhi, Yan Zheng realized how fragile he really was. Looking at the strongman walking towards him step by step, he Not even able to do something as simple as moving a finger.
"That's enough! King Kong, bring him here, we should go."
Taichang's hoarse voice forced the warrior to give up the idea of beating Yan Zheng to pieces. He stopped in front of Yan Zheng, stretched out a pair of big hands, grabbed the limp Yan Zheng from the ground, and then carried him as if he was carrying Carrying a rag bag, he reluctantly carried Yan Zheng on his shoulders and walked in the direction of Taichang. The believers followed behind the two of them, like pilgrims, who began to enter the dense forest.
A dazzling brilliance flew from the sky and stopped on the forest. Shen Dutong's figure emerged from it, with several flying blades floating around him exuding dazzling silver. He saw the mutilated bones of the warrior below and looked towards There were bursts of killing intent in the eyes of the powerful man. It seemed that his guess was correct. The identity of the hunter was not simple. He was obviously one of the people in front of him, and these people covered in purple robes looked like It's not like a good man or woman, maybe she is the culprit behind the scenes that hinders their exploration.
Luo Ting, who was dressed in plain clothes, stood side by side with him. His temperament was still gloomy. There was a faint black spiritual energy leaking from the string of white jade beads on his wrist. Seeing Taichang's face as pale as paper, he couldn't help but He consciously showed a look of doubt. He had met this mysterious Master Taichang when he was in the family, but due to his status, he didn't have much contact with him. He knew that the family head and elders were very jealous of this Master Taichang. , but for some reason, I had to compromise with him, and judging from the performance of this Lord Taichang, he is simply a complete bastard.
Behind the two were a group of monks. In order to ensure that the hunter problem was completely solved, Shen Dutong even borrowed all the power of the Luo family. Now it seems that his decision was correct. Such a situation appeared inexplicably in the secluded realm. Helping sneaky people is the biggest problem in itself, and Shen Dutong felt a particularly evil aura from them. This kind of aura was something he had never felt before, not to mention that these madmen brutally killed his men. soldiers, he really had no reason to let these people go.
Luo Ting seemed to see Shen Dutong's thoughts, but he did not stop him. His mission this time had nothing to do with Lord Taichang. Even if these people died here, it would not have any impact on the Luo family. Damage, not to mention if he could use the help of the border army to get rid of this magic stick that made the family heads and elders fearful, he would have done another great job.
Seeing the menace of the crowd, Mr. Taichang stepped forward and said to the crowd: "I didn't know these people were soldiers of the border army. There might be some misunderstanding. How about we..."
But before Lord Taichang could finish his explanation, Shen Dutong waved his hand and ordered to all the monks, "These people are extremely vicious traitors. There is no need to escort them back to the court for trial. They will be punished on the spot. No one will be spared!"
