Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 42 Haha, Zhuang kills people based on his own mood (Please read on!)

The scene that followed made everyone present change their expressions, and they looked at the young man in green robe as if he were looking at a demon.

As the dark white energy continued to emerge, the dense wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The most terrifying thing was that when the white energy gathered at the wound of the broken arm, an intact arm actually emerged.

Zhuang Bu Ran slowly stood up straight, and the energy around him surged, shaking off all the blood stains on his body. His blood-red hair instantly turned back into crystal clear white hair, fluttering freely.

"This monster!"

One person was suddenly frightened and stepped back repeatedly, unable to speak clearly.

Not only him, most of the people stepped back involuntarily, obviously frightened.

"I don't believe it. It must be some low-brow trick." An old man shouted:

"It's fake, it must be fake!"

He held a big knife and chopped it towards the head of the young man in green robe with lightning speed.

But Zhuang Bu Ran used two fingers to hold the powerful knife without any worldly airs.

"When a person is born, their innate Qi transforms into their limbs and bones. This is compliance, and compliance is in accordance with the laws of nature. However, they cannot escape death, so they need to reverse the process of refining their innate Qi, which goes against the laws of nature."

Zhuang Bu Ran had his usual lazy smile on his face:

"The technique I'm practicing is to use the innate Qi to transform the entire body, which is called reverse birth."

"There are three levels. The first level is to dissolve the skin and flesh, the second level is to dissolve the tendons, bones and internal organs, and the third level is to dissolve the whole body."

As he spoke, he clamped the long sword and struck the old man with a casual blow, knocking him away and turning him into one of the corpses on the ground.

"The so-called Qi transformation is to truly Qi-transform the skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and internal organs. Then, use the innate Qi to reconstruct the skin, flesh, blood, bones, internal organs, etc."

"What matters is the power of reverse life acting on the skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs, allowing them to return to the essence of the innate Qi to a certain extent."

"As long as the Qi in your body is constantly flowing, your bones, muscles, and internal organs will be indestructible. If you practice deeply enough, even severed limbs and internal organs can be regenerated."

As the young man in green robe spoke, he acted like a ferocious butcher, slaughtering more than a hundred people like killing pigs and dogs.

At this moment, when someone was repairing his body like a demon, the increasingly high morale and fighting spirit on the field disappeared, and they just wanted to escape from this nightmare-like place.

"Before the battle began, Zhuang had already reached the second level, transforming a certain amount of Qi into bones and blood. After that, it would take time and effort to slowly transform the Qi into the internal organs."

"But I have never been born again, so I possess an indestructible body. If I were to slowly transform it into Qi, I don't know how many years it would take for it to transform into Qi and reach my internal organs."

"So, I have no choice but to ask for your help to break my horizontal body training and use an extremely quick yet very dangerous method to help me transform my muscles, bones and internal organs into Qi more quickly."

The young man in green robe kept talking and moving, holding two picked up steel knives and wandering around, turning many people who wanted to escape into headless corpses.

"It's a pity that after fighting for so long and suffering such serious injuries, he has only just completed the transformation of blood and bones into Qi at the second level."

Zhuang Bu Ran's light sigh made the remaining people look even more frightened.

"You guys are really useless. Continuing to live is a waste of food."

By the time he said this, there were only forty or fifty people left on the field. One of them roared in frustration:
"Zhuang Yanluo, you evil devil, you actually used us to practice martial arts!"

"Tsk tsk, you're so late to realize this, it's not unfair that you're waiting to die!"

The green-robed youth's sword was as powerful as thunder and lightning, chopping off the roaring man's head. The remaining force did not decrease, and three or four more heads flew into the sky.

Zhuang Bu Ran raised his sword and slashed. Before they knew it, the number of people was less than ten. They saw that they had no hope of escaping, so they gathered together tacitly.

A middle-aged man with long arms and legs shouted with a look of fear and madness:

"Demon, your magic power is unparalleled. We cannot defeat you, but one day, I believe someone will chop off your head, because good cannot prevail over evil."

"I think saying this will comfort you a lot." Zhuang Bu Ran suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged man:
"Then, go away."

He swung his sword, and a column of blood shot up into the sky.

"Let's fight this devil!"

The others fought hard and attacked the young man in green robe.

"Dang, dang, dang!" The weapons that hit Zhuang Bu Ran not only did not hurt him at all, but instead he felt layer after layer of recoil force that was like a terrifying wave.

Suddenly, they were all blown away, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Before these people fell to the ground, Zhuang Bu Ran passed by them and several more heads rolled to the ground.

From then on, except for Hong Qigong and others who were far away, eighty to ninety percent of the martial arts masters, both good and evil, died on the top of Mount Huashan.

The young man in green robes just glanced casually, and the people in the distance froze in fear. Seeing the bloody steel knife in his hand, they were afraid that he would get the hang of it and kill them as well.

"Seventh Lord, I just want to ask, does Yang Kang have a wife and children?"

Zhuang Bu Ran, holding a steel knife, came silently to a big tree.

Immediately, an obscure and inexplicable aura spread out.

The longer Hong Qigong remained silent, the greater the pressure that inexplicable energy seemed to bring to people. Regardless of whether his skills were profound or not, his breathing became unconsciously rapid and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Zhuang's small question has caused Qigong so much trouble."

The young man in green robe sneered:

"Qigong, don't you know that sometimes silence is also a kind of answer?"

"The old beggar said it before, Yang Kang has no wife or children." Hong Qigong said firmly.

"Oh, really?" Zhuang Bu Ran sighed softly:

"It turns out that in Qigong's heart, his own integrity is much more important than that of hundreds of thousands of gang members."

"Since I've been wandering the world, I've known that my abilities are limited. I can't do everything, nor can I punish every evildoer. But I know that although I've been a glutton and a fool in small matters, I've lived a life with a clear conscience and have never wrongly killed a good person."

"The more than 200 people I killed in my lifetime were all thoroughly investigated by the gang, and the evidence is solid."

Hong Qigong said in a resounding voice:
"One person investigated, two people investigated again, and there was no injustice. That's why the old beggar killed him."

"Seventh Master, are you saying that by answering Zhuang's question, you will indirectly harm the life of a good person?"

Zhuang Bu Ran burst out laughing:
"Don't you think you've indirectly harmed enough people?"

"The Black Wind Twins practiced their skills on living people, and Ouyang Ke, lustful and lecherous, aided and abetted the evil. Don't you boast that the Beggars' Sect is the most informed? I'm sure you already knew this. Why did you stand by and watch?"

"You also said that your abilities are limited and you can't do everything. If you say that, it's not the first time or the second time. Why do you feel guilty this time and become an indirect murderer?"

He pointed the tip of his knife at Hong Qigong and said with a smile:

"And you still say you're not doing this for your own family's integrity?"

"Alas, once you're in the martial world, you have no choice." Hong Qigong sighed, unwilling to say more, and only said:
"The Jianghu isn't all about fighting and killing, it's more about the ways of the world. An old beggar can only do his best within his ability."

"Haha, Zhuang kills people based on his own mood."

After Zhuang Bu Ran finished speaking, he swung his hands, and a steel knife went straight through Hong Qigong's abdomen, and another steel knife went into the heart of the monk next to Yi Deng.

"Gang leader!"

When many Beggar Gang disciples were about to take action, Hong Qigong immediately raised his blood-stained hand and signaled them not to act rashly.

"Seventh Master, considering you are still pleasing to the eye, I will not kill you. But you lied to me, and that is wrong."

"This is a small punishment, but a big warning. I hope you'll refrain from meddling in other people's business in the future."

"Ci'en has already become a monk, why did Mr. Zhuang suddenly want to kill him?" Yideng clasped his hands together, a helpless look on his face.

"It's probably like repels like."

Zhuang Bu Ran said casually:
"It's hard for a wicked villain to not be tempted to take action when he sees a traitor who has committed countless evil deeds and sold out his country for personal gain."

Everyone: "."

The young man in green robe flew across the sky, reaching a height of eighty or ninety feet. With another rise and fall, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

(End of this chapter)