A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao stood there blankly, letting the fierce wind at high altitude tousle his hair, his mind completely blank.

He subconsciously murmured the sentence Liu Ming hadn't finished reading, his voice drifting as if it came from the clouds:

"...it transformed into a bird, and its name was Peng."

"The back of the Peng bird is so vast that no one knows how many thousands of miles it spans..."

"When it flies in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky?"

Meanwhile, in the square, investigators from other branches, whether they were newbies seeing this for the first time or seasoned veterans who were already mentally prepared, were present.

They all stared up at this scene, which could only appear in the wildest dreams, their mouths agape, speechless.

Everyone was stunned into a near-frozen state of shock.

Holy crap!

It was unclear who uttered the first short but powerful exclamation, which seemed to ignite a fuse.

Immediately afterwards—

"Awesome!!!"

"Holy crap!!!"

The three-part series of "quality" statements, one after another, are simple, direct, and expressive.

Which of these young investigators present wasn't a ruthless character who had braved mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and stood before demons and monsters?

But this mind-blowing scene before them still rubbed their pitiful common sense, typical of modern city dwellers, into the ground, causing sparks to fly.

Even some investigators who, like Li Shuwen, were literary types and could spout a few flowery phrases on a daily basis, were now gaping in disbelief, their minds long since swept away by the whirlwind of poetry and prose.

After holding it in for a long time, the simplest syllable finally rolled out of his throat: "I... damn it!"

It's not that I'm incapable of composing poems about the wind and moon, but the scene before me is simply too unreasonable.

Ji Zuodao had seen a lot in his life. When those demon kings in the Ailao Mountains revealed their true forms, they were all like small hills, capable of shaking the earth with a stomp of their feet.

But compared to this thing under your feet...

Tsk, those demon kings are no different from little chicks.

Size is not entirely equivalent to combat power, but when it becomes so large that it defies the laws of physics, it becomes the most unreasonable form of combat power.

What kind of supernatural powers or magic could possibly be more like a tickle to this guy?

It doesn't even need any cultivation level. One day, while it's half asleep, it might just roll over and, without anyone noticing, crush a whole area of ​​demon kings and their caves into two-dimensional stickers.

"How about that? Scared the pee?"

Liu Ming had somehow gotten closer, draping his elbow over Ji Zuodao's shoulder, his face beaming with an undisguised, smug smile that clearly showed he was thoroughly enjoying his perverse pleasure.

"What if I told you that this giant thing was actually a manifestation of a supernatural power? Wouldn't that seem even more fucking outrageous?"

"What the heck?! Supernatural powers?!"

Ji Zuodao was truly shocked this time. He turned his head sharply, his eyes wide open. "Liu Ming, are you still asleep? Your supernatural powers can transform into this?!"

It's not that he's making a fuss.

Ji Zuodao had seen many supernatural powers, not to mention his own half-baked Netherworld Blood Sea.

Uncle Zhang's ethereal Six Heavens Cloud Tower Palace and Uncle Liu's menacing Flaming Mountain, which one is not powerful and mysterious?

But compared to the Kunpeng before us, with its back to the blue sky and wings like drooping clouds...

The extraordinary abilities of Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu instantly plummeted from the level of an intercontinental ballistic missile to that of a child playing with a water gun—

It's still the mini version.

Old Man Li had somehow pulled out his tattered palm-leaf fan again, and was idly fanning himself with it.

All around me were the uncontrollable exclamations and strange cries of the young people, a buzzing and chattering filled with vibrant life force and pure awe at the unknown.

A faint, almost imperceptible trace of longing flickered deep in his eyes.

"Old man, old man..."

"Even in death, he won't stop, still managing to conjure up these strange and miraculous appearances, leaving these little brats dumbfounded..."

He smacked his lips, his cloudy old eyes gazing at the endless sea of ​​clouds churning below. His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing a long time ago that old fellow who loved to pretend, even more so than himself.

"Fine, you win."

"This time, I admit, when it comes to the art of showing off..."

"You still came out on top."

His voice was very soft, easily torn apart by the howling wind high in the sky.

But there was no sadness or regret in his tone, only a hint of helplessness at his old friend's persistent "never forgetting to show off" attitude, and a faint smile.

"Eh-!!!"

Beneath his feet, the unimaginably enormous being seemed to have heard his whispers, or perhaps it was just a coincidence.

A clear, melodious cry, seemingly capable of cleansing the soul, pierced through the clouds and echoed across the heavens.

Old Li's hand, which was holding the tattered palm-leaf fan, paused almost imperceptibly.

In a daze, the scene from that day seemed to reappear before his eyes.

That day, the sky was just as blue, the clouds were just as white, and the wind was just as noisy as it is today.

That old codger was truly dying; his life force was exhausted, his soul was about to dissipate, and he lay on a tattered straw mat, barely able to breathe.

But his face still had that smug "I'm the most handsome man in the world" expression, and even when he coughed up half a pound of blood, he still had to force himself to strike a pose.

Old Li immediately scolded him: "You're about to meet the King of Hell, what are you pretending for! Can't you just shut up for once?"

What did that old man say to him back then?

Oh, he remembered.

The old man tremblingly stretched out a finger, pointing to the sky outside the window. His face was ashen, like a dead man, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with two inextinguishable flames.

He spoke in a hoarse voice, yet each word was firm and resolute, carrying an arrogant and ruthless air that suggested he could trample life and death underfoot.

"Old Li, you...you know nothing!"

"I'm going to live a life that's earth-shattering, and I'm going to die... in a way that's extraordinary!"

"Even if my body dies, my soul will not dissipate, my spirit will not perish... I will transform into this Kunpeng, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but grinned, like a mischievous child who had pulled off a prank: "Day and night, patrolling this land beneath our feet... Hey, tell me, isn't that impressive? I'm asking you, isn't it? Impressive!"

high.

Gao's mother has gone to heaven.

Old Li didn't respond at the time, but silently poured him a bowl of the strongest liquor.

The old man died with a smile on his face, muttering "Patrol... Great Han..."

Today, this mythical beast, with its back to the blue sky and wings like hanging clouds, carries the legend of generations of elites from Bureau 749 soaring above the sea of ​​clouds.

Isn't it the most earth-shattering and extremely romantic supernatural power that the old man created with his last bit of soul, his last bit of obsession, and even his last bit of childlike innocence?

Even in death, they're still at work; even in death, they're still showing off.

Old Li snapped out of his thoughts, shook his head, and covered his face with his tattered palm-leaf fan, blocking his somewhat blurry vision and the triumphant smile that he couldn't suppress.

That old bastard, even in death, was damn...incredibly handsome.

At this moment, the enormous Kunpeng had completely leaped out of the sea of ​​clouds and spread its wings.

The true one has wings like clouds hanging from the sky.

It gently flapped its wings.

"boom--!!!"

A fierce wind howled, and the sea of ​​clouds swirled backward.

Ji Zuodao looked at the fluffy clouds that were rushing past him, so close that it seemed he could reach out and tear them off.

Feel the chilling yet not biting wind from the heavens, which instead carries a certain pure and spiritual charm.

After a long while, he slowly and deeply inhaled the unique, crisp air of the sky.

"Damn... ah."

"This is fucking divine!"