Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 214 Night Demon?

"Brother Huang's side has already started, and it's almost time to end here."

The reorganization of the bodies of King Canglan and the four great monks was completed, and in the hands of King Canglan, the blue heart kept beating.The difference is that the power derived from the beating of the current 'Rage God's Heart' did not dissipate, but was transmitted away by the bloody chains.

Without the influence of negative power, the Canglan King holding it can immediately borrow the remaining energy inside.

"Four masters, you can also take action, don't worry anymore."

King Canglan grabbed his heart and walked towards Ding Wushang who he knew was the strongest.

"My lord."

Master Jin Xiang opened his mouth, wanting to remind Wu Chong about it.

But King Canglan had already fought against Ding Wushang.

Once the members of the royal family let go of their hands and feet, the situation immediately turned around.

Especially King Canglan, who held the heart of the Rage God like an invincible god. Ding Wushang vomited blood from the beating, and he seemed to be unable to hold on.Even the Zhenwu Sect lurking outside and the Confucianism sect's hidden masters were forced out.In just a short breath, these people were in danger.

Crush!

Compared to the mighty King Canglan, there are only a few people from Tsing Yi Xiushi and Ding Wushang's organization, which is not enough to look at at all.

Wu Chong and Qiu Qiren were ignored again.

The reputation is not good, the head of a local sect, and a horse bandit.

Even if there are some small tricks, they are not worthy of King Canglan's attention.

Master Jin Xiang looked around and found that Wu Chong was the only enemy left.Thinking about the experience of the previous fight, Master Jinxiang stood in place silently, and did not say that he would do anything.If there is a choice, Jin Xiang really doesn't want to fight Wu Chong anymore, and he is completely beaten when the two fight.

Worse than sandbags.

In Jin Xiang's perception, Ding Wushang was not as powerful as this young man.

This strongest enemy should be dealt with by King Canglan.

But fame!

King Canglan, like the previous master Jin Xiang, instinctively treated Wu Chong as a young man.The head of a local Jianghu sect still counts on King Canglan's attention.The reason for the change before was that all his energy was focused on Qihuang's plan.Now that there is no plan, Canglan King feels that these are not problems anymore, and it is enough for Master Jinxiang to deal with it.

"donor."

Master Jin Xiang thinks that we can talk first.

They are all civilized people, what to do.
Master Jin Xiang hadn't finished speaking when he felt a wall-like figure approaching, lifting him up like a chicken with huge palms.

"It's a pity that I painted those human skins."

After the house collapsed, Wu Chong also found the previous yard. Unfortunately, all the subordinates he brought over were gone.

implicated.

When Rage God's heart was beating earlier, there was traction from the capital.

This traction sucked up all the human skin brought by Wu Chong as 'pollution power', leaving only a few stunned living people, such as the elder Tong Fei, and Qiu Qiren. Those horse bandit brothers.

"Ding Wushang, do you know why the Heavenly Master didn't take you away?"

King Canglan was in high spirits.

Ding Wushang is now the person in charge of the True Martial Sect. To be able to beat such a character is something he never dared to imagine before.

"Compared to those senior brothers of yours, you are too far behind."

King Canglan's fingers holding his heart trembled, and the sound waves swayed, making Ding Wushang's movements stagnate for a moment.This brief opening is enough for King Canglan!He exerted strength on his right leg, and the power from the Rage God's heart in his hand was transmitted. The muscles in his leg exploded instantly, and his leg became three times thicker, with a ferocious aura surrounding his calf.

With a sweeping leg, Ding Wushang's calf kicked directly in the face, kicking him into the ruins.

"It's too weak. With this kind of strength, it's no wonder the old heavenly master doesn't like it."

The Canglan King's figure flashed, and he was about to make up for the second blow.

boom! !

A black shadow flew upside down like a cannonball, interrupting Canglan King's actions straight away. The terrifying remaining power brought up a gust of wind, and then slammed into the ruins on the side, bringing up a ring-shaped wave of air, splashing There was a lot of dust.

There was a brief silence in the arena.

King Canglan took advantage of the situation to look over, and found that the lower body of Master Jin Xiang, who was sent to stop Wu Chong earlier, was gone.

Half of his body was blown to his side, and his head and upper body were still struggling where he was. The state couldn't be described in words as miserable.

"My lord, this man is weird."

Sensing King Canglan's gaze, Master Jin Xiang finally finished what he wanted to say but didn't finish.

"interesting."

King Canglan ignored Ding Wushang, but turned his attention to Wu Chong.

"Although I don't know who sent you, the result is the same."

It was this guy who appeared out of nowhere and almost disrupted his arrangement.If Qihuang hadn't launched it in time, the problem would have exploded.

Thinking of this, the murderous King Canglan raised his heart in his hands.

The power of the wild god!

Except for the part that was taken away by the capital, all the remaining controllable forces became active, and through the palm of Canglan King, the light turned into silk rain and fell in all directions.Among the ruins, countless dead monks were connected by these silk threads.

In an instant, countless dead monks twisted and stood up.

During the process, countless dead bodies twisted and mutated into various strange things, such as monsters with one leg and monkeys with three heads.There are even big gray roosters, eight-armed chimpanzees and the like. It is hard to imagine that all these things are transformed from corpses.

This kind of monster can be created by the polluted power of the wild god and the corpse with the imprint of the ancient god.

"Die."

Don't look at how loud Canglan King is, this guy spares his life more than anyone else, he has no intention of fighting Wu Chong, he directly used the heart of Rage God, created a bunch of monsters, and prepared to surround these remnants to death.

Worry?

nonexistent.

The strongest power of Rage God is assimilation and pollution.Now holding the 'Heart of Rage God' in his hand, King Canglan easily diffused this pollution, replenishing his own strength.

night demon! ?
Wu Chong glanced at these newly born monsters, and finally his eyes fell on a big gray rooster.

He is too familiar with this thing.

It turns out that in the 28 states, the night monster, which is called a natural disaster, was created by "people" in this way.

These changing and twisted monsters contain the immortality of the ancient gods and the erosiveness of the wild gods!
As soon as these things were resurrected, they began to attack everyone indiscriminately, even King Canglan and the four great monks of Daxue Temple were the targets of their siege.As in cognition, this kind of monster is irrational, and even the master who created them will be attacked.

"go!"

After Ding Wushang, who was already injured, forced back the seven or eight night monsters surrounding him, he was about to take Wu Chong away.

This person has great potential and cannot just die here.

The figure disappeared!

The moment Ding Wushang was about to catch Wu Chong, his figure disappeared out of thin air.

In mid-air, King Canglan, who was still triumphant, only felt a pain in his cheek, half of his face seemed to be stepped on by a mammoth, and his cheeks were sunken.The strong inertia pulled him down from the sky like playing a ball, and even the heart of Rage God couldn't cover it.
"Competing for the quantity, when did you ever lose?"

The figure changed from pale to clear, it was Wu Chong.

After flying Canglan King, Wu Chong raised his hand, and a mark was drawn on the palm of his hand.

Under the action of true essence, this imprint flickered for a moment, and countless drizzle-like forces flew out from it, shining on the broken stones below.

"Scattering beans into soldiers."

(End of this chapter)