"Okay. Now everything is ready, all we need is Dongfeng! As long as Lao Tuo arrives in Bangkok and Qiqi and Xuan Lei Zhenjun have settled the matter, we can officially go to sea to find the Dragon Cave! In this way, we can cure Xiong within a short distance.

Master, it’s only one step away.”

Fu Yang's eyes flashed and his tone was firm.

Ah Huang also nodded calmly.

Damn fat cat! Just wait, it won’t be long before you can recover again...

In the next period of time, Fu Yang and Ah Huang naturally took Zheng Na to change their residences to guard against the pursuit of the Pantheon Cult while waiting for Lao Tuo's arrival.

Someday two weeks later.

afternoon.

It's a gloomy weather.

There was a slightly cold wind blowing, and the sky was covered with lead-gray clouds, which made people feel a little depressed.

But Fu Yang really likes this kind of weather. When he was still an ordinary person, he felt that this kind of weather made people feel peaceful. It was very suitable for spiritual practice and meditation...

Ding dong, ding dong.

Fu Yang was sitting on the sofa reading a book when he heard the doorbell ring suddenly.

Ah Huang, who was playing games next to him, said to him: "It should be that the takeaway I just ordered has arrived. Go and pick it up."

"Why don't you go?"

"Didn't you see that I'm having fun playing games? Oh my, my, you won't die if you take a few steps."

Fu Yang rolled his eyes helplessly at this guy. He could only put down the book in his hand, stood up and opened the door. Then he planned to bring in lunch and ask Zheng Na, who was still sparring hard with Pengfong in another room, to do the same.

Come and have a meal.

Click.

The door opened.

Fu Yang saw the delivery boy standing outside the door, carrying a bunch of lunch boxes and wearing a peaked cap. He spoke local Thai in Bangkok and handed it to Fu Yang with a smile.

He didn't think much about it, and just as he was about to take it, he already had the takeaway lunch box.

Sudden!

A subtle smell of blood penetrated his nose.

Um?!

"No! It's a scam. You are not a courier delivering food."

Fu Yang reacted suddenly and struck without mercy. He made a fist with his right hand, which was so powerful that the air was blown. His fist was filled with black energy and he hit the guy's head.

"Quack... I didn't expect your reaction to be quite sharp. You were able to detect my disguise? Not bad."

The delivery boy in front of him suddenly let out a spooky laugh. He didn't move his hands, but a hand came out from under his ribs...

Poof!

He put on his ragged clothes and just opened his fingers to block Fu Yang's fist.

Sonorous!!!

There was a metallic trembling sound. Fu Yang's fist was tightly grasped by a palm shining with cold metallic luster.

It is actually an arm that has been mechanically modified. It is also engraved with strange runes in red cinnabar, making this mechanical arm even more powerful!

The combination of metaphysics and science, supernatural technology. It is obvious that the underworld of the All Gods Religion will be the leader of the camp.

"Quack, little bastard. I will kill you!"

This guy who was commanding the camp of Hades let out an arrogant and crazy laugh. He opened his mouth and his tongue suddenly shot out like a frog or a javelin.

He headed straight towards the door facing Fu Yang! He also made a sharp sound that broke through the air.

It can be seen that in a short distance, the power is probably greater than that of bullets!

"Gah ga ga. Those guys in the 12th regiment are really useless. I heard that it takes a lot of effort to catch such a brat? Are we, the Shadow Guards, better?"

This guy was secretly proud, feeling that he would easily kill Fu Yang as soon as he met him.

But what happened next was completely beyond his imagination!

Fu Yang's left hand quickly moved upward. As the black energy rolled around his palm, it was quickly covered with a layer of hard black scales.

clang!

There was a metallic trembling sound, and his javelin-like frog tongue was blocked by the palm of Fu Yang's left hand. Then he grabbed it hard and pulled his tongue directly into the palm of his hand.

Pull back hard!

There was a crisp click sound.

He actually pulled this guy's mechanical barbed tongue out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, like a dead snake. It was still twisting and struggling there...

Uh-huh.

The guy who was setting up camp with the power of the underworld made an incredible sound, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He couldn't believe that Fu Yang pulled out his tongue so easily!

hehe.

Fu Yang sneered and said in an indifferent tone: "It seems that the people in your camp under General Mingwei are not all awesome. Apparently they were tricked by those guys from the Twelve Thousand Gods Regiment, right? They didn't tell you,

What is my level of strength? How dare a late-stage Sanlu master dare to show off in front of me? And he is so close to me."

As he spoke, Fu Yang's momentum increased steadily...

"I want you to know that evil cannot defeat good! The Ghost Way Spirit Controlling Fist."

Boom!

He exerted force with his right hand, directly smashing the mechanical steel hand protruding from the ribs of the member of the underworld general's battalion, and then hit his head.

His entire body was turned into powder and scattered in the wind.

The whole process of all this close combat took less than three seconds. Fu Yang instantly killed a member of the Mingwei General Camp whose strength was comparable to that of Sanlu Zhenren in the later stage!

Of course, it was also because this guy really failed to show off and was fooled. He never expected that Fu Yang was so strong.

Fu Yang's conjecture was correct. When the Twelve Thousand Gods Regiment asked Mingwei General Zuoying to help hunt him down, he didn't know whether it was due to poor information communication or intentional...

There seems to be something wrong with the information these guys got.

But it's okay, because Zheng He's descendants are too important. Even if the Shenying Guards did not get the real information about Fu Yang's strength, they still dispatched a large number of manpower. There are also some local gangs in Bangkok under the control of the Pantheon Cult.

Surrounding their residence with many thermal weapons...

Hearing this news, Ah Huang naturally threw down the game console helplessly. He stretched his body and complained helplessly: "Damn it! He's going to kill again, isn't he? I still have to protect that fierce little girl.
Chapter completed!