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Qingyueyang, Qingyueqiu, and He Zizai, who was carrying crutches, were standing outside Zuo Zhicheng's courtyard. Beside them were hundreds of soldiers from the Tiger and Wolf Army, surrounding them.

Since the appearance of the leader of the Hell Sect, the Holy Son of Yanmo, personally chased Zuo Zhicheng and He Zizai, and showed his earth-shaking strength, important figures in the Shadow Corps are now basically dormant. Even if they want to come out, they will still travel with a large number of guards and soldiers.

At this time, they came to the house where Zuo Zhicheng was, and looked at the Pluto Snake sleeping loudly outside the wall of the house, with worries, doubts, and confusion in their eyes.

Qing Yueqiu asked Lin Yuexi beside him. Although the white and pink beams were as cold as ever, there was a hint of worry in his tone: "Have he never came out since he came back?"

Seeing the faint sadness in the eyes of this Frost Beauty, the soldiers beside him couldn't help but look at her quietly, and they were really attracted by her goddess-like temperament.

Lin Yuexi was also stunned for a moment for the woman, and then slowly shook her head: "Before lord entered, he told anyone not to step into the compound without his permission. The Pluto Snake was guarding outside again, and he had no idea what had happened."

"Maybe it was stimulated by the Holy Son of Yanmo and was in seclusion." He Zizai's tone was full of enthusiasm: "Although the battle with the Holy Son of Yanmo is extremely dangerous, the stimulation of our martial arts is also extremely huge. My mind is now full of countless inspirations.

After I recovered from the injury this time, I will go to seclusion and practice. I will definitely go further."

After hearing this, Qing Yueyang frowned quietly on his handsome face: "Soul Yan Mo, is it really that strong? If it is really that strong, how did Zuo Zhicheng get rid of his pursuit in the future?"

"Then I don't know. When I wake up, the Pluto Snake is carrying me towards the direction of the South Bay." He Zizai said: "But the power of the Holy Son of Yama is unquestionable. Just because of this clone, we four kings and generals will probably need to come out together to be fully confident in solving it.

It’s hard to imagine how powerful his essence will be.”

He Zizai's words were full of sighing at the power of the Holy Son of Yanmo, but there was no fear in his tone. Instead, it was filled with a feverish aura, and he was excited to have such a strong man that he could chase after.

As the commander of the Shadow Corps, Qing Yueyang naturally would not be so individualistic. He sighed: "The strength of the Holy Son of Yanmo is so strong. He is willing to lie down for so long, which only shows that he has a great goal. Moreover, if the ancient beast army is really built, it will probably be dangerous whether it is Nanwan or Zhongzhi."

"It's not that easy. For example, the beast tooth horn has not been in our hands. Now the Holy Son of Yanmo has become the target of public criticism and will be guarded by all forces." Although He Zizai is more enthusiastic about martial arts, he is also very accurate in the game of various forces in the New World colonies:

"What's more, Xiao Tianyou was able to sit in the position of the Northern Wilderness under the pressure of the Holy Son of Yanmo and was having an internal strife with the Holy Son of Yanmo, which means that his strength may not be weaker than that of the Holy Son of Yanmo. It will be our best shield."

"That's right." Qing Yueyang nodded: "There are also Qianlin Army, Shanjia Army, Yunyu Army, and Linshan Army. Although they cannot interfere in internal affairs, they all fight with the indigenous people in the west all year round. They are all soldiers of war.

There are not only three patrols in Nanwan, Zhongzhi, and Beihuang. There is never a shortage of strong men in the army. The plan of the Holy Son of Yanmo is not so easy, no matter what it is.

Speaking of this…”

Qing Yueyang suddenly changed his mind and asked, "You have fought with the Holy Son of Yanmo. I think if the army encircles him, how many people will be needed to kill the external incarnation of the powerful Vajra God Ape that he had?"

He Zizai thought about it and reported a number: "I'm afraid it will take five thousand elite soldiers, and the casualties will be more than one thousand. The powerful Vajra God Ape is inseparable from swords and guns, and is invincible. If you want to kill him on the battlefield, you can only encircle him with a large army and constantly consume his energy and mind. It's best to lock it with steel armor, iron chains, and spears.

After all, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a beast, not a real person. There are always limits in both strength and mind, and it cannot be endless."

"Are you five thousand elite soldiers?" Qing Yueyang sighed.

Time passed quickly. Qing Yueyang and others did not wait too long. They found that Zuo Zhicheng had no response and had not come out and dispersed. They just sent three hundred tiger and wolf army to take over the garrison of the manor and surround Zuo Zhicheng's safety.

After all, the Tianser King, who is now the leader of the four kings, is a signature figure in the shadow corps. In particular, the other party escaped from the pursuit of the Holy Son of Yanmo, which made his reputation in the three places become more and more grand.

...

At night, Zuo Zhicheng's underground laboratory.

At this time, he was lying on the operating table, and his chest was covered with layers of bandages, but even so, a trace of blood still oozed out of his back.

Xu Hongfei stood quietly aside, looking at Zuo Zhicheng lying on the operating table. Whenever he saw the muscles on the other party's body undulating and a suppressed roar came out from his throat, his brows couldn't help but frown.

"Sir, the reaction to bone reconstruction is too serious, so I'd better give anesthetics."

"No." Zuo Zhicheng's throat was already a little hoarse. He pinched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I can still bear it."

If you don’t have anesthetics, you are naturally afraid that the sequelae of anesthetics will affect Zuo Zhicheng’s nervous system. But he did not expect that the reaction to bone reconstruction this time would be so serious.

But thinking about it can be relieved. After the ink bone is implanted, the bones on Zuo Zhicheng's body will be replaced within a few days. Such a change in intensity will naturally cause unparalleled pain in such a short period of time.

But in order to be stronger and to have enough strength to do what he wants in this world, Zuo Zhicheng still resolutely.

‘That man…’ Zuo Zhicheng remembered Du Tianyu’s appearance: ‘It’s a subordinate of Mirage Sect…’

Thinking of the mighty powerful Vajra God Ape, who was actually suppressed by a subordinate of the Mirage Sect, Zuo Zhicheng's soul, who pursued power, couldn't help but boil.

‘It’s not enough…it’s not enough…it’s too far, I need to be stronger.’

‘It’s strong enough to kill you…Yan Mo Saint Son and you…Miracle…’

roar!

With a low growl, the blue veins on Zuo Zhicheng's forehead swelled up, and the muscles on his back thrust violently in pain. A huge black and thick bone pierced the skin and grew out of his tail vertebrae.

With a brush, the black tailbone gently waved, and cut the entire steel operating table into pieces.

Goosebumps all over Xu Hongfei's body kept rising, but he still asked with courage: "Sir... are you... okay?"

"Is there something wrong? Why is there something wrong?" Zuo Zhicheng lay on the ground and said in a hoarse voice: "I feel great."
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