"call!"

Lu Chenzhou breathed out hot breath, his eyes flashing with lightning.

He fell to the ground and tore the fox demon's corpse into pieces.

He pulled out the daredevil gun stuck on the ground and lowered his eyes.

On the martial arts tree, the proficiency level keeps refreshing.

[Pear Blossom Gun: Small success (23%) → Small success (24%)]

The blessing of the soul will last for a long time.

Lu Chenzhou looked into the valley, where a giant tiger with earth-shaking aura was fighting with a giant deer-headed monster. The rich smell of blood filled the sky and the earth.

"I don't know what's going on with senior brother."

He was a little worried.

At this time, Sister Hong also ended the battle.

Sister Hong looked at Lu Chenzhou with colorful pupils:

"You're here. I'm going to see Wang Xian. I've sensed it. There shouldn't be any shadow-level voids nearby. If you encounter danger, just call me."

Sister Hong was as powerful as a peacock, flying away.

Lu Chenzhou did not waste time, hunting for virtual objects in the nearby mountains and forests, taking this opportunity to hone his marksmanship, and strive to perfect one more before leaving the virtual realm.

In this way, you can quickly integrate the real-level marksmanship.

At that time, the power and quality of marksmanship improved!

With the help of divine weapons, no one else can defeat him!

…

at the same time.

Kanto, a land bordering the southern peninsula.

On the street, there are handsome and beautiful men and women everywhere.

Deep in a certain chaebol building, a middle-aged man dismissed the female celebrities on his bed. He stood in front of the skylight with his hands behind his hands, overlooking the night view of the city.

There was a majestic voice in his mind.

"Saint No. 7 has definitely been eliminated. Quickly prepare a new candidate for the goddess. We must prepare the most perfect human container for the coming of our Lord..."

The voice disappeared, and the middle-aged man frowned.

The Seven Saints are his daughters and were dedicated to the gods very early.

Suddenly, a jade plaque on his chest shattered.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, his eyes became dark and gloomy:

"Xiaoyu, he's dead..."

Not long after, a tall, thin man with long hair and a handsome face, wearing a baseball cap and a bit like a male star walked in. He lowered his head and saluted:

"Master, what are your orders?"

The middle-aged man said:

"Go to Daxia to find the new saint... God said that the saint will descend to the south of the Yangtze River."

…

In the valley.

Two masters, Wang Xian and Hong Jie, worked together to besiege the deer-headed giant monster. The real energy and demonic energy collided with fierce sparks, and the auras of human blood and demonic blood were mixed together.

The deer-headed giant monster is really like a mountain god. The flesh and blood chopped up by Wang Xian are strangely pieced together at this moment. The flesh sprouts are constantly emerging, and the flesh and blood are reorganized and restored.

Sister Hong was exhausted and looked pale as she said:

"It's endless..."

Wang Xian felt heavy.

This giant deer-headed monster was definitely the strongest monster he had ever encountered in his life. Even a strong master would have to spend some effort to kill it.

Rebirth of flesh and blood is so abnormal.

Wang Xian suddenly asked:

"Is my junior brother okay?"

Sister Hong said:

"fine."

Wang Xiandao:

"Sister Hong, help me, I want to use... magical power."

"good!"

Sister Hong believes in Wang Xian. The peacock spirit behind her is burning and her blood is rising. It is obvious that she has used some kind of sublimation secret technique. This kind of secret technique generally has a price.

Wang Xian saw this and said:

"I will compensate you with a [Lark Fruit] when you go back."

Sister Hong smiled and said:

"Let's go back alive first and then talk about it."

The peacock spreads its wings, Sister Hong steps into the air, fights with the giant deer-headed monster with fists, and the masters of the elephant fist always use their fists whenever they are desperate.

Wang Xian's eyes are red, the blood in his body is boiling, billowing heat waves are spurting out from his pores, the giant tiger's spirit is inflated, and the shadow of a crown appears on the top of his head. He is covered with an elegant and gorgeous black landscape robe, hunting in the mountain wind.

Sister Hong's face moved slightly.

"Tiger asks for boxing..."

Theoretically, martial arts masters can learn magical martial arts and boxing techniques, but in fact, even martial arts prodigies often start learning them only after others, or even masters.

Firstly, the difficulty of the magic skill is too high, and the early stage cost-effectiveness is low, which is not conducive to quickly breaking through the realm. Secondly, the magic skill's moves consume far more energy and blood than the real skill. "Tiger Dao Fist" is a medium-level magic skill, which consumes

Great, no need to say more.

Wang Xian burned his energy and blood, sublimated to the extreme, and billowing blood mist spurted out, blending with the energy behind him, transforming into a majestic black-robed emperor!

Tiger!

The king of beasts and the lord of mountains!

His aura transformed and became more powerful! Wang Xian and the Xuanpao Emperor merged into one, and his eyes were filled with divine light. At this moment, his aura was infinitely close to that of the Grandmaster.

He laughed and said:

"It's a worthwhile trip to have a hearty battle!"

boom!

Wang Xian was like a meteor chasing the moon, and bumped into the giant deer-headed monster. He swung out his fists like lightning, and the black-robed emperor behind him also used his mountain-like giant fists to blast out fist shadows one after another.

Boom boom boom boom!

The fist wind formed a suffocating, airtight invisible wall, hanging the deer-headed giant monster on the Tower of Bones. In an instant, the giant monster roared in pain, and its wriggling flesh and blood melted like ice and snow. The mysterious power

Restrain its demonic power!

Sister Hong said happily:

"efficient!"

Wang Xian was breathing heavily, his eyes were bright, and he looked excited.

"That's what it feels like!"

"I haven't been so excited for a long time."

When discussing with others, it is still not unscrupulous enough.

He releases his repressed nature and transforms into a ferocious tiger with unparalleled momentum!

The giant deer-headed monster struggled desperately, and the bone tower buzzed and trembled. At this moment, no one cared about what was inside the bone tower.

If we don't kill this giant monster, they will be the ones who die.

…

Time passes.

At some point, the mountains and forests were covered with corpses of monsters. Lu Shenzhou used the strong wind to spread the monster blood all over his body. His golden body was covered with pits and bruises, and his skin and flesh were covered in scars.

The skin was injured and he was already numb.

Phew.

The spear nailed a human-wolf Daxu to the ground.
To be continued...