In the sky above the Dali Slaughterhouse, the blood cloud was quickly dissipating.
The rain continued to fall, and thunder and lightning gradually broke out from the dark clouds to light up the night sky, but there was no unpleasantness of looking for the blood clouds above the powerful slaughterhouse.
Under the sound of rain, which was obviously louder than before, the men, women and children in the awning stood up one after another, looking at the figure with a faint white light in the air with a mixture of admiration and fear.
The scene just now was, to many people, like a god coming down to earth, no less than a baptism of the soul that started from the depths of the soul.
Deep down in their hearts, many of them even regarded Zhao Mang as the God of Thunder.
At this time, Zhao Mang, transformed by Xiao Yu, used the World's Rare Artifact, the Time and Space Teleportation Ring, to act cool. Without waiting for the blood cloud to completely dissipate, he stepped on the floating flying disc and landed back to the ground in a numb motion.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Xiao Yu deliberately showed weakness and half-knelt on the soil. The powerful figure under the black cloak also quickly shrank, from a height of 1.98 meters to 1.7 meters again.
The flame of the extraordinary spiritual light also dimmed, giving everyone the illusion:
The monk Zhao Mang of the Longshan Wumen summoned the thunder between heaven and earth to destroy the core of the blood cloud, but it also consumed a huge amount of money. He obviously used all his strength.
"quick!"
Members of the investigation team drove towards Zhao Mang's location, hoping to make contact with the extraordinary person while he was weak.
Unexpectedly, when there was still a hundred meters away, Zhao Mang, who had just broken through the blood cloud, suddenly stood up, jumped into the air, and after flying for more than ten meters, he stepped into the void, where there was nothing.
The object's void relay jumped again and flew forward for about ten meters.
The veteran driver was so frightened that he suddenly let go of the accelerator and watched blankly as the target jumped over the roof of his car one after another!
"This is the help of the void! It is no less than the young swordsman who used the ladder on the top of Mount Tai to manipulate the clouds." The head of Yi Zhengdao pinched off two white beards and looked at Zhao Mang's retreating back with envy.
Whispering.
Following Zhao Mang, he sneaked into the hills and left the camera range.
Soon there were reports that the lock on the Sky Eye system suddenly disappeared.
The members of the investigation team are more accustomed to this, and no one is worried that they will be held accountable by senior officials for this.
These extraordinary beings are full of unscientific principles. Unless experts find out their unscientific principles, otherwise...these team members will feel powerless to catch each other's traces.
But they all know that after today.
The Longshan Wumen was originally a sect hidden in a remote town in the mountains of the mainland, and it was destined to be included in the highest-level files along with Zhao Mang.
Zhao Mang, who could summon thunder, became famous all over the world and was nicknamed the God of Thunder by relevant people.
Moreover, the nickname of Thunder God Zhao Mang was juxtaposed with that of Sword Immortal Qingyun, and was treated as top-secret information and distributed to security departments at all levels.
They are required to pay close attention to their words and deeds when they discover the other party, and never make the other party feel bad about the government because of their own mistakes.
The master of the Longshan Wumen, Zhou, didn’t even know how he got back to the hotel.
The image of Zhao Mang summoning thunder has always remained in his mind.
He fell on the bed, took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
After doing this several times in a row, Zhou's brain finally recovered and he had the ability to think.
"The abandoned disciples...are definitely not from my generation. Could they be the abandoned disciples from the previous generation?" Zhou muttered to himself: "But according to the rules, the abandoned disciples of Longshan Wumen are not inherited!"
"They should be no different from ordinary people... Why is this abandoned disciple Zhao Mang who has no inheritance, so how can he be so powerful?"
"Why do you insist on calling yourself a member of the Longshan Wusect? And you insist on emphasizing that you are an abandoned disciple!" Zhou thought for a while, and suddenly his mind opened up:
"Could it be because he is indeed an abandoned disciple of our sect, but he broke the rule of one lineage of our sect and secretly learned the inheritance of my witch sect!"
"Yes, it must be because you stole your studies and you feel guilty about my witchcraft. So you emphasize your status as an outcast disciple when you meet everyone to warn yourself not to forget this and fall into the devil's path?"
The more Zhou thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. After all, spiritual practice is not simply about taking medicine and practicing to become an immortal.
I have always been very particular about my state of mind, and inner demons will accompany meditators throughout their lives. Once they hesitate about something firm and feel uneasy, they will most likely become possessed!
If Zhao Mang, the abandoned disciple of the Longshan Wusect, really became a true cultivator by secretly learning the inheritance, then this secret learning must be his life-long regret and his lifelong inner demon!
And since Zhao Mang can become a true cultivator and has magic power in his body, he must be a person with great perseverance and courage. Facing his inner demons calmly and admitting his identity as an abandoned disciple is like a genius who can reduce his own burden.
A way to feel guilty.
The owner of the door, Zhou, kept mumbling to himself in the room, thinking about various details.
As for the investigation team, it is naturally impossible that there is no arrangement in the room of the master of Longshan Wumen.
Listening to the thoughts of these sect leaders from Longshan Wumen, they quickly compiled and reported.
The experts were confused about this and had to turn to the older generation in the famous sect for help.
Naturally, after thinking about it, the older generation who had basically the same brain circuit as the sect leader Zhou felt that although there were some errors and omissions in the analysis of the sect leader Zhou, it was generally very reasonable and the credibility should be quite high.
right!
Ever since, someone added an entry to the file of Thunder God Zhao Mang.
The God of Thunder, Zhao Mang, has the ability to control thunder and often calls himself an abandoned disciple of Longshan Wushu. It is suspected that he secretly learned the inheritance of Longshan Wushu and feels guilty about it.
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"The blood cloud at the other slaughterhouse has also dispersed." In the monitoring room, Detective Jiang learned the intelligence from the field.
He watched the video about the blood cloud again and said: "The blood cloud may be related to certain people or organizations. The function that is known so far seems to be to resist thunder catastrophe."
"I just don't know if there will be blood clouds in Jiankang City after being defeated by the Thunder God Zhao Mang..."
"Still showing up?" The female investigator was a little surprised: "No...it can't be."
"What can't be done?" Detective Jiang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said, "No matter what information I look at, I can't get the answer that the blood cloud will not reappear."
"And...don't you find it strange?"
"Why did Zhao Mang from the Longshan Wumen come to stop this blood cloud incident!"
"There must be some inside story inside that we don't know about!"
"I think we should go to Longshan."
Chapter completed!