"Brother Huang, it's already started over there, and it's almost time to finish here."
The body reorganization of King Canglan and the four great monks was completed. In the hands of King Canglan, the cyan heart continued to beat. The difference is that the power derived from the beating of the 'Desolate God's Heart' did not escape.
Passed away by the bloody chain.
Without the influence of negative power, King Canglan who holds it can immediately borrow the remaining energy inside.
"Four masters, you can take action too, don't worry anymore."
King Canglan grasped his heart and walked towards Ding Wushang, the strongest person he knew.
"Your Majesty..."
Master Jin Xiang opened his mouth, wanting to remind Wu Chong.
But King Canglan has already fought against Ding Wushang.
Once the royal family let go, the situation immediately changed.
Especially King Canglan, holding the Heart of the Desolate God like an invincible god, he beat Ding Wushang until he vomited blood and was about to lose his strength. Even the people from the Zhenwu Sect lurking outside and the masters from the Confucian sect in the dark were shocked.
They were forced out. In just a short breath, these people were in danger.
Crush!
Compared with the powerful King Canglan, there are only a few people from Qingyi Xiushi and Ding Wushang's organization, which is not enough to watch.
Wu Chong and Qiu Qilan were ignored again.
With a bad reputation, he is the head of a local sect and a horse bandit.
Even if there are some small tricks, they are not worthy of King Canglan's attention.
Master Golden Elephant looked around and found that Wu Chong was the only enemy left. After thinking about his previous encounters, Master Golden Elephant stood silently and did not say anything about taking action. If he had a choice, Golden Elephant would
He really didn't want to fight with Wu Chong anymore. When the two of them fought, he was just getting beaten.
Worse than sandbags.
In Jin Xiang's perception, Ding Wushang is not as powerful as this young man.
This most powerful enemy should be dealt with by King Canglan.
But, reputation!
King Canglan, like Master Jinxiang before him, instinctively treated Wu Chong as a minion. The head of a local Jianghu sect still expected King Canglan to pay much attention. The previous changes occurred because of his
All his energy was focused on Qihuang's plan. Now that he was no longer tied up by the plan, King Canglan felt that these were no longer problems, and it was enough to leave it to Master Jinxiang.
"donor......"
Master Jinxiang thinks we can have a chat first.
We are all civilized people, so what do you do...
Before Master Jinxiang finished speaking, he felt a wall-like figure coming over, and his huge palms lifted him up like a chicken.
"What a pity for those human skins I painted."
After the house collapsed, Wu Chong also found the previous yard. Unfortunately, all the human skin subordinates he brought over were gone.
implicated.
When Aragami's heart was beating earlier, there was a pull from the capital.
This traction force sucked up all the human skins brought by Wu Chong as "pollution power", leaving only a few confused living people among the men he brought here, such as the elder Tong Fei and Qiu Qilan.
Those bandit brothers.
"Ding Wushang, do you know why Heavenly Master didn't take you away?"
King Canglan was in high spirits.
Ding Wushang is now the person in charge of Zhenwu Cult. Being able to suppress such a person and fight is something he never dared to imagine before.
"Compared to your senior brothers, you are far behind."
King Canglan's finger holding his heart trembled, and the sound wave spread out, causing Ding Wushang's movement to stagnate for a moment. This short-term flaw was enough for King Canglan! He exerted force with his right leg, and the god of waste in his hand
The power from the heart was transmitted, the muscles in the legs exploded instantly, the legs became three times thicker, and a ferocious aura surrounded the calves.
With a sweeping leg, his calf kicked Ding Wushang directly in the face, kicking him into the ruins.
"It's too weak. With such strength, it's no wonder the Heavenly Master doesn't like it."
As soon as King Canglan's figure flashed, he was about to strike a second blow.
boom!
A black shadow flew over like a cannonball, directly interrupting King Canglan's movement. The terrifying residual force brought up a gust of wind, and then hit the ruins on the side hard, bringing up a circular air wave, splashing
There was a lot of dust.
There was a brief silence in the venue.
King Canglan looked over and found that the lower half of the Golden Elephant Master who had been sent to stop Wu Chong was missing.
Half of his body was blown away to his side, and his head and upper body were still struggling where they were. How could one word describe the state of misery?
"Your Majesty, this person...is weird."
Sensing King Canglan's gaze, Master Jinxiang finally finished what he wanted to say but had not finished.
"interesting."
King Canglan ignored Ding Wushang and turned his attention to Wu Chong.
"Although I don't know who sent you here, the result is the same."
It was this guy who appeared out of nowhere and almost disrupted his arrangement. If Qihuang hadn't launched it in time, the problem would have been huge.
Thinking of this, the murderous King Canglan raised the heart in his hand.
The power of the Aragami!
Except for the part that was taken away by the capital, all the remaining controllable power became active. Through the palm of King Canglan, light turned into silk rain and fell in all directions. In the ruins, countless dead monks were covered by these
The threads are connected.
In an instant, countless dead monks stood up twisted.
In the process, countless corpses were twisted and mutated, turning into all kinds of weird things, including monsters with one leg, monkeys with three heads, and even gray male chimpanzees. It's hard to imagine all these things.
They are all transformed from corpses.
The polluted power of the Aragami and the corpse bearing the mark of the ancient god can create this kind of monster.
"Die."
Despite King Canglan's loud shouting, this guy cherished his life more than anyone else and had no intention of fighting Wu Chong. He directly used the heart of the god of waste and created a bunch of monsters, ready to surround these remnants to death.
Worry?
nonexistent.
The strongest power of the Aragami is assimilation and pollution. Now holding the 'Heart of the Aragami', King Canglan easily spreads this pollution out, replenishing his own strength.
Night demon!?
Wu Chong glanced at these newly born monsters, and finally his eyes fell on a big gray rooster.
He was very familiar with this thing.
It turns out that in the Twenty-eight Prefectures, the night monsters, which are said to be natural disasters, were created by ‘people’ in this way.
These changing and twisted monsters contain the immortality of the ancient gods and the corrosiveness of the wild gods!
As soon as these things were resurrected, they began to attack everyone indiscriminately. Even King Canglan and the four great monks of Daxue Temple were the targets of their siege. As in their perception, these monsters are irrational, even the ones who created them
The owner will be attacked.
"Walk!"
Ding Wushang, who was already injured, forced back the seven or eight night monsters that surrounded him, and then took Wu Chong away.
This person has great potential and cannot just die here.
The figure disappears!
The moment Ding Wushang was about to catch Wu Chong, his figure disappeared into thin air.
In mid-air, King Canglan, who was still feeling proud, only felt a pain in his cheek. Half of his face seemed to have been stepped on by a mammoth, and his cheeks were sunken. The strong inertia lifted him from the sky like a ball.
Once it was pulled down, even Aragami's heart couldn't contain it...
"When did you lose when you competed for quantity?"
The silhouette of the figure turned from dull to clear, it was Wu Chong.
After whipping away King Canglan, Wu Chong raised his hand and drew a mark on his palm.
Under the influence of true energy, this mark flickered for a moment, and countless drizzle-like powers flew out from it, illuminating the gravel below.