The chivalrous spirit is fickle

Fan Zheng was dressed like a Confucian scholar, and seemed to have been infected by the Confucian scholars' nagging. He actually spoke patiently.

"The Yulin League promised that if I kill you, they would prepare three thousand boys and girls for me."

Fan Zheng couldn't help but stick out his tongue, licked his lips, and said with a look of aftertaste.

"This is a very cost-effective deal. Children's meat is the most tender. If it is sliced ​​thinly and served with some dipping sauce, it will be the ultimate enjoyment."

"I haven't eaten children's meat for a long time. I really miss the taste."

Shi Gu nodded slightly and stopped talking. Fan Zheng picked up a small knife and spoke softly.

"Young man, you are lucky."

"It's been a long time since I've tortured anyone, and I quite miss this process. You should be able to live longer."

"It's just that I'm afraid you don't want to live any longer."

As he spoke, Fan Zheng smiled with an evil spirit surging in his heart, but he did not see Shi Gu's panic, which made him frown. He looked at Shi Gu's face again and said.

"By the way, have we really met somewhere before?"

Shi Gu raised his eyes and looked at Fan Zheng without saying a word, but Fan Zheng felt scared. He became furious and shouted at Shi Gu.

"Boy, talk!"

"We have indeed met before, but I have to change my appearance so that you can remember me."

Shi Gu spoke softly, then under Fan Zheng's gaze, he slowly stood up. Wisps of the purest murderous aura spread out and condensed into substance, turning into pieces of armor that connected to each other.

Fan Zheng's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at a black armor that gradually solidified, and his body began to tremble slightly.

The murderous aura turns into armor.

The black armor covered Shi Gu's body, and Shi Gu gently raised his hand and pressed it to his face.

In an instant, murderous aura quickly condensed between his fingers, turning into a bloody evil ghost mask that covered his face.

The Buddhas are not seen and the evil demons do not appear.

There is nothing wrong with being foolish and evil, and there is nothing wrong with killing.

Shi Gu raised his eyes, his pupils turned blood red, he looked at Fan Zheng whose body began to tremble, and whispered.

"Long time no see, little demon."

With a clang, the knife fell to the ground. Fan Zheng's face turned pale, as if he had lost all his strength. He knelt down on the ground helplessly, his lips trembling as he muttered in a low voice.

"How could it be...how could it be you."

"The heavens...robbed and killed."

Chapter 64: Killing Armor

Crackling, the bones stretched, making a crisp popping sound.

The black armor emitted an eerie glow in the darkness, and a strong smell of blood came to the face. The blood armor covered the face, turning it into a ferocious and terrifying evil ghost mask.

Qing Yao Fan was kneeling on the ground, his face pale. The murderous figure reflected in his pupils was as tall as a mountain.

The suffocating feeling of oppression was as if I were just an ant, and inadvertently fell at the feet of a towering wild beast, and could only look up.

Fan Zheng was terrified to the extreme, his pupils were trembling, his body was shaking, and he uncontrollably recalled memories from many years ago.

That year, the Demon King Qinghuang summoned the demon clan and intended to establish a dynasty belonging to the demon clan. Fan Zheng surrendered to Qinghuang and became one of his generals.

The demon king Qinghuang led the great kings to attack cities and capture strongholds. Wherever they passed, lives were destroyed, as if there was no rival in the world.

So, on that day, a figure wearing black armor and a ghost mask came.

The Buddhas are not seen, and the demons do not appear.

There is nothing wrong with being foolish and evil, and there is nothing wrong with killing.

The bloody fire burned fiercely, turning the city into scorched earth. The figure, with violent murderous aura, crushed the monsters in the city into bloody mud like a flash of light.

The Demon King Qinghuang fought a fierce battle with Zhutian Jiesha, but Fan Zheng could no longer remember the battle that day. He only remembered that under the gaze of all the demons, Zhutian Jiesha held the Demon King Qinghuang's head high.

But the last thing he saw before he escaped was a flash of knife light that swept over and landed on his face, leaving a scar that could never be removed.

"Why are you here...Aren't you dead?!"

"Aren't you dead?!"

Fan Zheng's hands and feet were cold, but he roared at Shi Gu in despair. Shi Gu lowered his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes looked like two burning flames in the darkness.

Facing that pair of bloodshot eyes, Fan Zheng shuddered for a moment, then his eyes flashed, and Shi Gu's aura was still at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts and had not increased.

At this moment, there is no need to hide. Zhu Tian Jie Sha must be seriously injured and his realm has fallen.

He...is no match for me now.

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Fan Zheng made up his mind and quickly gathered his demonic power. At this moment, Shi Gu leaned forward slightly, with a creepy indifference in his blood-red eyes.

"Do you want to give it a try?"

The voice was indifferent, cold, condescending and arrogant, but after hearing this, the demonic energy in Fan Zheng's body suddenly dissipated and could no longer be gathered.

Fan Zheng raised his hand tremblingly. At this moment, if he slapped it down, it would injure Shi Gu.

But the horrible nightmare and the look that frightened him all the time made him dare not deliver that blow. The scar on his face caused him a pain that went deep into his bones.

Fan Zheng was the only demon who survived that year. He knew the strength of the Demon King Qinghuang, which was a realm he would have to look up to throughout his life. He also knew how terrifying the man in front of him was who had chopped off Qinghuang's head with his own hands.

Even if he was seriously injured, even if his realm fell, he was still the killer who looked down upon all living beings.

Fan Zheng dejectedly put down his raised hands, humbly placed his head on the ground, and said in a trembling voice.

"God of Heaven and Earth, I, the little demon Fan Zheng... am willing to be your servant for eternity."

"As long as the Lord is willing to spare my life, I will give up everything I have, burn my soul and sacrifice my spirit, and submit to you."

Upon hearing this, Shi Gu gently raised his hand, aimed at Fan Zheng's head, and slapped him down.

Pah! The bloody palm landed on the ground, and the ground suddenly cracked, but Fan Zheng's figure turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared.

Shi Gu seemed to have expected this and did not show any surprise. He withdrew his hand, walked out of the prison door, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Isn't it the real body? It's quite cautious."

In the corridor of the Black Prison, a figure flashed past, it was the Green Demon Fan Zheng.

At this moment, the Green Demon Fan Zheng was sweating profusely and looked extremely nervous. He was a big demon close to the demon transformation realm and knew best the horror of those in the innate realm.

Even if his realm drops, those people will have a backup plan and secret techniques that allow them to briefly use the power of the innate realm. Even if the power is not complete and has many limitations, it is enough to kill him.

What's more, this person is the one he fears most in his life.

Fan Zheng was moving very fast and reached the exit of the Black Prison in the blink of an eye. A look of joy appeared on his face, and just as he was about to rush out, he heard the sound of armor rubbing against each other.

Click, click.

Fan Zheng was startled and turned around abruptly. However, at the moment he turned around, an arm wrapped in armor broke through the wind, fell down with a bang, and hit him heavily in the face.

With the sound of explosion, a wave of power as solid as substance appeared in the air, like a heavy hammer, smashing Fan Zheng's body into the depths of the black domain.

The black domain had more than one layer. Fan Zheng's body smashed through layer after layer. The soil and rocks collapsed, and it penetrated the entire black domain. Finally, it stopped at the last layer, the eighteenth layer, and smashed a huge pit the size of a house on the ground of the eighteenth layer.

Fan Zheng climbed out of the pit in a disheveled state and with a look of horror on his face. This was not the power of the peak of the eighth level of martial arts. Could it be that Zhu Tian Jie Sha had already used his secret technique?

Does he really want to kill me? Why? Why must he die?

The black armor slowly descended from the air, and Shi Gu's indifferent voice was heard.

"I remember that the Demon King Qinghuang's original form was a green bull. After the great battle that year, I forgot to destroy his corpse."

“I didn’t expect that it was you, my former subordinate, who refined Qinghuang’s corpse into this black prison.”

Fan Zheng shook off the gravel on his body, fear still in his eyes, but also a bit of resentment.

Although the sword energy left on his face by the Zhutian Jiesha was only the aftermath, the murderous aura in it had been corroding his body. If he had not refined Qinghuang's body and hid here to suppress the erosion of the sword energy, he would probably have died without a burial place.

Black evil spirit emerged, like countless black sticky liquids, climbing up from Fan Zheng's feet, completely wrapping his body, and finally turning into a black figure with a pitch-black body and compound eyes on its face.

Fan Zheng waved his arm lightly, and the black viscous liquid quickly gathered and turned into a huge scimitar, like a huge waning moon.

He wanted to survive, wanted to eat more people, and wanted to live without any taboos.

Under the desire to survive, the fear of the heavenly calamity was forcibly suppressed, leaving only the resentment that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"All Heavens Tribulation Killing!"

Fan Zheng let out a hysterical roar, and then his body moved like a breeze, suddenly appearing beside Shi Gu. The huge black scimitar drew a huge arc of light and slashed down.

clang~

There was no sound of flesh being torn, nor was there any blood splattering everywhere. There was only a clear and crisp sound that echoed faintly in the scene.

Shi Gu raised his arm, and the huge black scimitar landed on the armor on his arm, creating a streak of fire, but it could not advance an inch.

Seeing this, Fan Zheng's pupils shrank slightly, and the fear that had been forcibly dispelled spread again from the depths of his heart.

The next moment, the sound of armor friction was heard again, and a heavy punch came down, breaking half of Fan Zheng's face.

As the flesh and blood burst, Fan Zheng saw one of his eyeballs splattering out along with the flesh and blood. He turned his palm over, and with great ferocity, the huge black scimitar slashed again.

However, Shi Gu's figure was like a breeze, brushing against the edge of the scimitar, and approached again, punching Fan Zheng in the chest again.

Boom! ! !

With a muffled sound, a huge fist mark appeared behind Fan Zheng, and then the flesh and blood collapsed and shattered along with the huge fist mark, turning into a bloody rain all over the sky.

Fear was like a wildfire, spreading across the boundless grassland and turning Fan Zheng's heart into a sea of ​​fire.

"No!! No!! Don't kill me!!"

Fan Zheng begged loudly in a shrill voice, but Shi Gu turned a deaf ear to him and just raised his fist, then dropped it.

With every punch he landed, a piece of flesh and blood collapsed, the white bones were crushed into powder, and the flesh and blood turned into mud and splashed everywhere.

After a moment, Shi Gu finally retracted his fist, while Fan Zheng lay miserably in the blood and mud, with half of his head, half of his torso, and all his limbs broken.

Fan Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, but there was no more resentment, only fear. The demon race had extremely strong vitality, and he still retained his sanity.

Begging for mercy was useless, but Fan Zheng couldn't understand why Zhu Tian Jie Sha was determined to kill him, even if he had to use secret techniques.

Those secret techniques cannot be without price, and compared to the heavenly calamities, I am just a small demon.

Why? Why would he be willing to pay the price of using the secret technique in order to kill himself?

Fan Zheng looked at Shi Gu and asked a final question.

"why?"

Shi Gu did not answer. He just leaned forward slightly. Under the evil ghost mask, his lips slightly opened and he breathed in gently.

The murderous aura was like a waterfall, an extremely strong murderous aura slowly overflowed from Fan Zheng's body and was completely swallowed into Shi Gu's mouth.

At the same time, Fan Zheng's body seemed to have been forcibly stripped of its vitality, like wild grass that had been frosted and became as dry as a log.

Fan Zheng's eyes widened, as if he suddenly realized something, and he kept muttering to himself.

“I see…Is that so?”

"You...you are the demon...the demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zheng's body completely turned into a mummy, and his soul was gone.

Shi Gu absorbed the last bit of murderous aura, and then exhaled comfortably. The black armor gradually dissipated, turning into pure murderous aura, returning to Shi Gu's body.

At this time, Shi Gu's realm broke through the eighth level of martial arts and finally recovered to the early stage of the ninth level of martial arts.

Shi Gu sat cross-legged, absorbing the murderous aura that was stripped from Fan Zheng's body bit by bit.

This is the murderous aura he possessed in his prime, a murderous aura that could corrode a master at the demon transformation level.

It was not until the moment of his death that Fan Zheng finally understood that Shi Gu did not use any secret technique at all. He simply drew the murderous aura in Fan Zheng's body back to his original form.

The murderous aura that had remained in Fan Zheng's body for a hundred years had been eroding his body. Although the process was slow, over the past hundred years Fan Zheng's body had become riddled with holes.

Those demonic powers, those essences and blood of living beings that originally belonged to Fan Zheng, all became nourishment for the murderous aura. When Shi Gu absorbed this murderous aura, he would become stronger and stronger, while Fan Zheng would become weaker and weaker.

Such a strange skill is not found even among humans or demons.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why all the gods want to kill Shi Gu.

It is based on murderous intent and is an evil skill.