"You kid can run fast!"
When Master Gou saw Zhang Congxin disappearing in front of his eyes, he spat out a leg from his mouth with a pop. It was Zhang Congxin's left leg.
It is covered with large black veins, with clear lines and full of explosive power.
Even though he was separated from his master at this moment, he was still trembling slightly and constantly, with strong vitality remaining.
If it hadn't been held down by Master Gou's paws, he would have run away on his own!
The dog man opened his mouth, swallowed it into his stomach again, and said viciously: "You have killed so many people, and I will wait until I make this leg of yours into a big bow. Let's see where you run next time!"
He looked around.
Liu Juncheng and Zeng Tian stepped forward with sad expressions on their faces: "I've seen Mr. Dog!"
They felt a little sad that so many elite men died at once, after all, there were many of their cronies among them!
It was originally to make money and gain credit, but who would have thought that he would die here!
Mr. Gou was also a little ashamed.
Logically speaking, in fact, he should have been following everyone. After all, the prince and Taoist forces were involved. If he followed, the safety factor would undoubtedly be higher.
However, on the way, he happened to pass by a temple where several female Bodhisattvas were taking a bath. He was embarrassed to dive and look at them for a while longer.
However, they took too long to wash, which caused him to miss the time.
Master Gou's eyes fell on the corpses of the factory guards on the ground. The once vivid faces lost their color and he sighed softly.
"Let's bury them properly."
He waved his paw and looked a little heavy.
Tap tap tap.
At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the ruined building.
Yang Fan walked out of it, clutching his chest, his face frighteningly pale.
He stacked three layers of armor on his chest, the Kui Niu Body, the Bear Divine Armor and the Flesh Buddha. Each one was almost more powerful than the other, and he finally blocked Zhang Congxin's casual stab.
Jinbo Bodhisattva is indeed terrifying.
In his hand, he held the piece of jade pendant given by Concubine Chen, which was already torn into pieces, and the jade color itself had faded and became dim.
If it hadn't been activated, weakening the power of the blow and even helping him regain control of his body, he might really have been doomed.
As soon as he came out, he felt the low morale outside.
A group of factory guards were cleaning up the corpses of their colleagues with their heads down. Although they may have had grudges with each other before they were alive, everything is over now.
"You are actually still alive?"
Liu Juncheng and Zeng Tian didn't expect Yang Fan to survive.
After all, they saw with their own eyes that Yang Fan was hit hard on the chest by a big black muscle, even if it was just a casual blow from Zhang Congxin.
But for them, that is completely fatal!
"It was just a fluke."
When Yang Fan thought about losing the jade pendant given by Concubine Chen for this, he felt heartbroken.
But here, Master Gou knew that he had made a mistake and caused such heavy casualties. He felt a little depressed and ran out of the town without knowing where he was going.
Although after these people died, Dongchang could immediately regroup to replenish the group, and even Peng An wouldn't say anything to him, but he was still a little unhappy.
As someone who had died once and was rescued by Peng An himself, he could better understand the despair that penetrated the bone marrow in a desperate situation!
"Hey, little ones, I will definitely avenge you, Mr. Dog!"
He was running wildly with a fierce look in his eyes.
People who have been bitten by him still want to run away?
In Xingwang Town.
Collect the corpses and clean the battlefield.
Order in the East Factory was restored, and the expressions on everyone's faces gradually returned to indifference. The deceased was gone, and all they could do was to move forward.
With the information provided by Yang Fan and the self-title on the arrow, they could easily determine the origin of this Jinnu Bodhisattva.
Thousand Prison Mountains!
A new chapter!
No one can kill people from their Dongchang without paying the price!
From then on, Zhang Congxin's name was directly included in Dongchang's kill list, and anyone who was related to him and protected him would be killed!
And the other side.
Zhang Congxin, who had lost a leg, had already run up to the mountain temple in Daqing Mountain. Despite the fact that he was missing a leg, his speed did not slow down at all.
The martial arts speed is truly astonishing!
boom!
His figure hit the ground heavily, and one of his legs affected his performance, making him unable to fully control his power, causing large cracks to appear on the surrounding ground.
"Zhang Chongfeng, you, what's wrong with you?"
Song Chenfeng, who was in the mountain temple, hurried out and was shocked when he saw Zhang Congxin who was missing a leg.
"What's wrong with me?"
Zhang Congxin smiled angrily, opened his fingers, and five big black tendons shot out instantly, wrapping Song Chenfeng in an instant and pulling him in front of him.
"I also want to ask you what's wrong! Your bullshit information didn't say that there will be a demon king next to them!"
Zhang Congxin gritted his teeth and looked at Song Chenfeng. He still had lingering fears when he thought of the big black dog biting off his leg bit by bit.
"The Demon King?"
Song Chenfeng's heart also trembled.
Compared to human beings, each demon king takes a long time to appear, which also means that they will be particularly powerful.
Looking at Zhang Congxin's empty leg, Song Chenfeng could even imagine how terrible the situation the other party was facing at that time.
Zhang Congxin became angrier as he thought about it, and the black tendons wrapped around Song Chenfeng's body slowly shrank.
"Zhang Zongfeng, please spare my life..."
Just when Song Chenfeng felt that he was almost completely strangled, the black tendons on his body suddenly loosened, and a clear light suddenly emitted from the statue enshrined on the altar.
A figure glowing with golden light walked down from above: "Why should Zhang Zongfeng be angry!"
Zhang Congxin looked at the golden figure, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes: "It's not like you lost a leg, you can naturally say such things easily!"
"It's just a leg!"
The golden figure smiled and said, "I, the leader of the Five Poison God Sect, once killed a Blood Martial Saint, and the body is still there. I can make the decision and enshrine it to Zhang."
"Um?"
Zhang Congxin's eyebrows jumped.
At that time, his Qi and blood foundation was weak and he was unable to step into the Blood Martial Saint, so he chose the method of Jin Bodhisattva secretly taught by the sect. However, subsequent cultivation became extremely difficult.
He was almost tightly imprisoned in the first sky gate. Even if he took the second step, it would become more and more difficult to control his own reason.
The remaining body of the Blood Martial Saint will undoubtedly be of great help to him!
It may not be impossible to make up for one's own shortcomings!
"What are your conditions?"
Zhang Congxin would not think that the other party was so kind and gave it to him for free.
Sure enough, the golden figure smiled faintly: "I want your Qianjie Mountain's cultivation method of Jindu Bodhisattva!"
"impossible!"
Zhang Congxin suddenly changed his color.
Although each of the five heavenly gates has its own merits, the Muscular Bodhisattva and the Skin Demon King are unique because of their weirdness and transcendence!
The former can master the extreme speed of martial arts, and the latter can change in countless ways!
Not only did the Ming Dynasty explicitly prohibit the world from practicing cultivation, but even the cultivation method was destroyed, and once anyone who cultivated the Jin Bodhisattva and the Skin Demon King was discovered, they were all regarded as treason, and the nine tribes were implicated!
Therefore, in the current Ming Dynasty, only the royal family masters these two cultivation methods, and only those who have made great contributions to the dynasty can be taught.
One can imagine how precious the inheritance of Jinbo Bodhisattva in Qianjie Mountain is!
When Chen Yinglong led his troops to suppress and annihilate Qianyu Mountain, he actually meant to completely exterminate those who possessed this method!
Therefore, how could Zhang Congxin accept this request from the other party!
Unexpectedly, the next words of the golden figure completely shook his will: "What if I can help you become a Blood Martial Saint?"
