I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

"With the improvement of Martial Artist Body Refinement realm, Martial Artist’s own fleshy body is also being strengthened by advanced by leaps and bounds. Artist’s influence will become smaller and smaller. In the end, I saw Hundred Venoms Immunity, and Wu Gu had no choice but to cultivate into an Indestructible Golden Body!"

"In this way, in Martial In Dao's prosperous era, everyone brought their own super strong Witch Gu antibodies, and even eventually was directly immune to Witch Gu, and the art of Witch Gu. There was no room for development and formidable power at all."

"And here comes the hero. Nowadays, everyone despises the tempering of the fleshy body and devotes all their energy to the practice of Essence Qi. In this way, the fragile heroes of the fleshy body are born to be the best hotbed of witchcraft art, witchcraft. Is it impossible to develop the art?"

In other words, if you want to deal with the evil of witchcraft, the most fundamental solution is the cultivation of Body Refinement Art.

Unfortunately, the current environment does not seem to allow most people to do this.

And when everyone felt a little disappointed because they couldn't get the answer, they saw Zhang Heng suddenly tilted his head again and looked at the young novice monk in front of him, opening the mouth and said:" Oh, by the way, there is one more thing that I almost forgot."

Everyone was speechless when they heard it. How could there be such a sentence on a serious occasion?

Then I heard Zhang Heng continue to speak: "In this beheading and capturing the flag, you bought me a glass of wine."

"Now, I am I can't let you suffer. What do you think?"

After hearing Zhang Heng's words, the horrified look on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by the confidence of someone who gave me madness.

He had long thought that the other party would not dare, and wanted to test him.

But how can it be?

Does the other party also invite him to drink a glass of witch wine?

With the accomplishments of the little novice monk in the way of witchcraft, he didn't believe that the other party was able to get him.

even more how, the art of witchcraft, the inheritance is secret, the Gu master surrenders, it is extremely rare.

He doesn't believe that Zhang Heng is also a Gu master.

In this case, the young novice monk asked what he wanted, and immediately guessed that what the other party wanted to drink for himself was probably a glass of poisoned wine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

In front of Gu Master, poisoning is just the most inferior method.

For him, any kind of deadly poison, he has at least seven ways to deal with it on the spot.

Thinking of this, the little novice monk couldn't help but smile arrogantly. He watched Zhang Heng who was opposite became radiant again, and his temperament became aloof: "What gift do you want to give me back? Would you like me to drink a glass of poison?" "

"Don't you know that for Gu masters, any poison can be eaten as candy..."

"I dignified a Gu Master to cast poison in front of me Surgery, you are simply displaying one's slight skill before an expert!..."

The little novice monk raised his head slightly with a haughty face, and stared at Zhang Heng in disdain with his eyes, talking disdainfully. Absolutely.

If Zhang Heng did not do the next thing, the young novice monk might still feel good about himself for a long time.

But he was talking endlessly in Taotao, when he suddenly saw that Zhang Heng suddenly took a gun in his hand.

The bright silver spear in Zhang Heng's right hand, which had lost the gun, suddenly let out a scream, and a dazzling silver spear in the air.

In the next moment, the bright silver spear without the gun, the unaffected pu' sound, plunged directly into the chest of the little cedar, and instantly the heart vein in the chest of the little novice monk Shattered directly.

The little novice monk held the gun of the bright silver spear in his hands, and looked at Zhang Heng who suddenly shot in front of him in an incredible way.

The look on Zhang Heng's face was a bit shy, he blinked his eyes shyly, stretched out his left hand and touched his nose, looking at each other with both eyes, opened the mouth and calmly said: "You asked me to drink the Wugu wine you are best at."

"I have nothing to do with you. In return, please give me a shot!"

while speaking, raise your hand and pull out the long spear that has not penetrated into the opponent's chest.

The long spear was pulled out, and suddenly the little novice monk's chest a mouthful of blood splashed out all over, he stretched out his hands in a panic, and blocked his chest indiscriminately, but the blood was still like a fountain, which had no effect. The gushing out from the gap between his fingers.

The little novice monk looked towards him before he was still respectful, calling him the master of the purple robe.

But now, when the other party sees him asking for help, he just pretends that he hasn't seen it, and his face is cold and he catches him too much.

In the end, the little novice monk died helplessly and in horror.

Zhang Heng vicious and merciless cannot be blamed, nor can the people in Zipao be blamed for not being saved.

Youkai, blame him who joined the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple for exterminating humanity and killing indefinitely.

For this kind of sect disciple that even children never let go, how could Zhang Heng let the other side go?

For a notorious sect disciple like Wanfozi, how could the people in Zipao help?

For the death of the little novice, you can only blame yourself if you are good. Blame him for no longer treating himself as a human being, and no longer treating others' lives as the same thing!

After all, the evils we bring on ourselves are the hardest to bear!

Such choppy, since God doesn't accept it, Zhang Heng doesn't mind, so he will clean it up by himself.

Then Zhang Heng, who killed the little novice monk, turned his head and looked towards the purple-robed man in the distance, staring straight at the other person, opening the mouth and said: "I killed you all. The person who captures the flag, don’t you blame me?"

When you heard Zhang Heng’s words, the purple-robed man on the opposite side, this time, was not angry, but rather rare, the face under the mask. , Unexpectedly smiled helplessly, and then responded with a very low-profile words: "He should kill!"

"This kind of person, if I knew that he was actually an extinction of humanity. Demon Temple Gu Master, I’m afraid, you don’t need to kill him at all, he is already dead in my hands."

Anyway, now, the man has been killed by Zhang Heng, and he was killed with confidence, open and aboveboard. In this case, it doesn't matter if the Zipao people take the opportunity to blow up their brilliance and raise their glorious image.

Then I saw Zhang Heng once again looked towards the purple-robed man on the opposite side, opening the mouth and said: "Now, I have won six games in a row, beheading the flag and capturing the flag. Next, who will you let you face? ."

The purple-robed man listened to Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help looking towards the four remaining candidates who were able to capture the flag. Just when he was ready to speak, he ordered one of them to play against Zhang Heng.

Who knows the middle-aged woman who is about to be named by him among the four. For a moment, she has no thoughts about her right hand and took out a stack from her sleeve. The golden ticket was directly returned to the hands of the purple-robed man, and then opened the mouth and said in a somewhat apologetic and somewhat helpless tone: "The overall situation is settled, and the driver does not have to struggle anymore."

" I don’t think I’m Lin Jun’s Young Master’s opponent, so I don’t have to play ugly again."

"Here is the one hundred thousand tael gold ticket that your Young Master handed me beforehand. I will return it. Please take it back."

The purple-robed man listened to the middle-aged woman's words, his eyes under the mask narrowed slightly, two very dangerous eyes staring at each other, but one Silent.

Changing one's mind before the battle is the most taboo thing for any force.

At this time, the opponent directly announced its withdrawal, which not only made the Zipao people need to search for new candidates, but also inevitably caused the rest of the military to be disrupted and morale plummeted.

This will make the situation even more unfavorable.

The middle-aged woman also seems to know that what she is doing is something wrong, so she immediately takes a step forward, her face is a little ugly, opened the mouth and said: "No need to say anything, the old man understands. "

"The old man did promise your Young Master at the time. If the old man retreats at this time, besides handing over the one hundred thousand tael gold ticket, the old man will have to leave a right hand."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman suddenly put a deer-head cane in her right hand into her left hand.

Then her left hand suddenly pressed the brow of the deer head at the top of the cane, only to hear a sigh, and a blue three-foot sharp blade popped out in the palm of her hand.

The next moment the middle-aged woman suddenly stretched out her right hand, pointed her left hand at her right wrist, and waved her cane abruptly.

Suddenly, only a strange sound was heard, and the blue three-foot sharp blade flashed past, directly cutting off the middle-aged woman's right hand.

With a click, the middle-aged woman's right hand fell to the ground, and the middle-aged woman directly cut off her right hand. The pain was so painful that she could not help but also issued a groan.

In the groaning sound, the middle-aged woman lowered her head to pick up her right hand on the ground. Ready to reconnect it later.

Who knows that the man in the purple robe saw the other person’s appearance and couldn’t help being coldly snorted. A man behind him listened and suddenly took a step forward, just before the middle-aged woman picked up the severed hand, suddenly Raise one foot on the middle-aged woman's severed hand.

Only one sound, the weird sound of skeleton fragmentation and flesh-grinding came. When the man raised his foot again, the middle-aged woman’s severed hand that fell on the ground has been trampled beyond recognition. unbearable to look at.

I saw the middle-aged woman, lifts the head, looked at Zipao Ren and the man behind him, and then reached out and picked it up on the ground without saying a word. It was almost trampled on. Become a severed hand for meatloaf.

Then I took it into my arms, and then used the sleeve of my right hand to tie the broken wrist on my right hand. Then the middle-aged woman didn’t look at everyone around me. My own right hand was broken, and I staggered away. go with.

When everyone saw the miserable appearance of the other party, they couldn't help but moved their compassion in their hearts, sympathizing with each other's experience.

As for the remaining three people in the purple-robed robe who were able to capture the flag, their faces all turned red in this instant.

Seeing what happened to the middle-aged women, they can't help but feel a sense of if the rabbit dies, the fox grieves.

They did not expect that the other party would not give them face during the trip.

After all, although they are not Great Jin people, they are not the existence of small reputation in their respective countries.

The other party directly stomped on the middle-aged woman's right hand, which actually showed that the other party simply did not regard them as his own.

Neither did they take them seriously.

As soon as I thought of this, the three of them glanced at each other suddenly, then lined up in a row, and took a step towards the purple-robed man beside them, their faces were solemn, and the three eyes stared at Zi with a bit of resentment. Robe man.