Super Golden Eye

Wutu was decadent and silent, while Wuli struggled hard: "What are you going to do?!"

Fang Yang sneered: "What are you doing? Don't do anything, just take back what shouldn't belong to you! Let you completely disconnect from the Holy Land and the Vajra Tantra!"

While speaking, Fang Yang took a palm of his hand, and Wuli's dantian, which had been injured, was immediately completely smashed, and all of his skills were scattered!

"Ah! You demon!" The sharp pain in his body and the fear of losing his power made Wuli cry out.

But Fang Suo would not sympathize with him at all: "This is the fate of the betrayer!"

After speaking, Fang Yang turned his head and looked at Wutu: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Wutu silently shook his head, and after three kneeling and nine knocks to Fang Yang respectfully, he knelt in front of Fang Yang:

"I have nothing to say, God has committed sins, it is still forgivable, I have committed sins, and cannot live. This is my karma. I can't blame others. Please Zhu Gu do it!"

After Fang Yang accepted his great gift frankly, he said proudly, "Now that I know I am Zhugu? It's too late!

However, Nianzhe has a good attitude. If you can return to the Holy Land within a year, there may be a chance! "

Wutu lowered his head and said, "Asceticism is the root of the candidate when the disciple leads the orders. Our two brothers have indeed been lost by the prosperity of the world."

"It's good to know!" Fang Yang took another shot with a palm. The palm was not strong and the speed was not fast.

With Wutu's strength, if he wants to avoid it with all his heart, he can completely avoid it, but he just stands there, dissipates the power of his body, and takes the palm of his hand!

"Huh~" Wutu snorted, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, from a peerless master to an ordinary old man.

Fang Yang stood up, and said lightly: "Let's go, remember me, and walk step by step! If you use any external tools, the gods will not be able to save you!"

"Yes." Wutu saluted again and stepped forward to support Wuli: "Wuli, let's go and go home!"

Wuli Zhuangruo was crazy: "Brother! My skill is gone! Nothing! What should I do! It's all that demon! You help me kill him! Hurry up and kill him!"

"Bha~" Wutu gave him a big mouth backhand, angrily said: "Wuli! Have you not woken up yet?! It is true to love the mortal world and destroy the foundation and return to the Holy Land!"

Uli clutched his swollen left cheek and looked at Utu with bitter eyes: "Brother, did you hit me?! Since childhood, this is the first time you hit me!"

Wutu said with a sad look: "Wuli, I beat you to make you sober and stop making mistakes! Let's go, let's go home! Go back to our real home!"

Uli yelled frantically: "No! I won't go back! Even if I die, I won't go back!"

Wutu sighed, stepped forward and hugged him: "No matter how much you hate me, I won't abandon you...Ah!"

A dagger suddenly appeared in Wutu's heart! It turned out that Wuli took advantage of Wutu to pick him up, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed it fiercely!

Wutu was hit hard and instinctively threw Wuli out. Wuli was already seriously injured, but suddenly lost all his skills, and his physical coordination was greatly reduced.

When I landed, I wanted to subconsciously support the ground with one hand. As a result, there was no strength at all. Instead, my entire right arm was fractured and my body fell.

The dagger that pierced Wutu's chest just now pierced his heart firmly!

"Why... so..." Wu Li looked unwilling and fell softly, devoid of vitality.

Fang Yang hurriedly came to Wutu's side, stopped the bleeding for him, and asked with concern: "Wutu, how are you?"

Wutu looked at the place where Wuli had fallen, with a sad expression on his face: "Zhu Gu, please forgive the disciple's previous disrespect. If there is an afterlife, the disciple will be honored again, and no regrets!"

Fang Yang sighed, "I can feel your sincerity. Although I have been hit hard by this, my life should not be broken.

There is a saying that the prodigal son will not change his head. Now that you have the heart to repent, I will naturally give you a chance! "

After speaking, Fang Yang mobilized the power of Feng Shui with his right hand and slowly entered Wutu's body, repairing the wounds in his body for him.

Because of excessive blood loss and grief and anger, Wutu has already had a certain degree of hallucinations. Faintly feeling that Fang Yang, who healed him in front of him, once again incarnates the omnipotent Zhugu Daxian!

Soon, Fang Yang repaired the wound on his heart for him, and exhaled: "Now you are no longer worried about your life, I will help you heal the wound again, so that there will be no scars in the future."

Wutu struggled to turn over and bowed down: "Thank you Zhu Gu! But let this scar be kept, so that I can always remind myself of what a tragic mistake I made!"

Fang Yang did not reluctantly said: "Well, everything is up to you. Go back and rest for a few days, and you can fully recover. What are your plans?"

Wutu's eyes fell on Wuli's corpse: "I will guard Wuli for seven or forty-nine days, then cremation. Bring his ashes and relics back to the holy land, please make Zhugu perfect!"

Wutu understood very well that without Fang Yang's approval, even if he brought back Wuli's ashes and relics, he would not be famous.

Fang Yang felt very free and easy: "Yes, although Uli has made some mistakes, he has spent most of his life dedicated to the Holy Land. He should still be a member of the Holy Land!"

"Thank you Zhu Gu! The disciple retire!" Wutu was grateful and tearful, and once again bowed the five-body bow, before turning around and struggling to hug Wuli's corpse, and slowly walked out.

After solving Wutu and Wuli, Fang Yang stood outside the room. Before he could push the door, the door opened automatically.

Toya stood at the door with her expression unchanged and bent over to greet her: "Mr. Fang, I am going to pick you up. The master is waiting for you inside, please come in."

Fang Yang didn't appreciate it: "Pick me up? I'm afraid I want to see if I'm dead, right? I really admire your courage and dare to appear in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Toya's face did not change the slightest: "What about being afraid? I am a weak woman who has no power to bind a chicken. Mr. Fang wants to kill me at any time."

Fang Yang looked at the opened door and suddenly said, "I suddenly became curious about your master. What kind of master is it to train a subordinate like you?"

Toya asked sideways: "The answer is inside, please!"

"I'm going to see, what other tricks you guys can do!" said the atmosphere, but Fang Yang didn't dare to relax at all. Every step he took, he carefully observed the surrounding environment.

As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard Ji Ya’s charming and lazy voice: "Mr. Fang came here, really fortunate for Sansheng. Please sit down, Toya, have tea!"

Fang Yang obviously did not expect Toya's master to be a beauty younger than her! But it is also confirming a sentence: the more beautiful a woman, the more dangerous!

Fang Yang sat down on the sofa opposite Ji Ya: "You are the master of Toya? The person in charge of the Son of Wolf God? It's really surprising. I don't know how to call it?"

Ji Ya chuckled: "Hehe, Mr. Fang can call me Ji Ya. Listening to your tone, it seems that I doubt my identity? Is it because I am a young woman?"