Chapter 1604 Sanyang blood, fulfilling the promise
He stood on the deck of the huge Ming Dynasty Navy flagship, looked down at Fu Yang, and spoke.
A cold, hoarse voice.
"Your Excellency, this general thought you wouldn't come..."
It was obvious that the sound was a little unpleasant.
Fu Yang shrugged and replied calmly: "But I'm still here? It means that I am a person who keeps my promises after all. By the way, I'm sorry, the assistant and supervisor you sent to me before - is called Wang
Xi, right? I lost it when we entered the dragon cave and encountered a storm."
He raised his right hand towards Wang Sheng, and the gray bone thumb on his thumb was gone.
When Fu Yang met this group of ghost fleet "living dead" before, the other party asked his deputy Wang Xi to follow Fu Yang to the Dragon Cave.
However, things happened so coincidentally that a huge storm occurred when Longdong re-established the "Four Symbols Balance" of the Feng Shui pattern. During the storm, the ring on his finger was lost...
Before Wang Sheng could speak, the guard next to him, named Wang Xu, who was carrying a bow and arrow on his back, started shouting loudly.
"General! This kid obviously threw Wang Xi away on purpose. Now Wang Xi's whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown. He should be killed..."
Waaaaaaaaaah!
A sudden burst of exaggerated laughter interrupted Wang Xu's words, making him a little embarrassed. He looked around for the source of the laughter with angry eyes. Then an arrogant voice sounded.
"It's really funny. A group of frighteningly ugly mummies are hiding in the sea and having sex. They still dare to shout and kill us at every turn? Look at the skeleton swordfish in my hand. Its mouth is hard and sharp, and it can kill your little one.
The chrysanthemum was stabbed to pieces eighteen times!"
Needless to say, it is naturally Mr. Xiong.
At this moment, it was standing upright on a gourd like a human being, holding a small struggling skeleton swordfish in its hand - it was probably caught by this guy just now.
Now Mr. Xiong has reached the middle stage of the Demon King. In addition, he is the remnant soul of the Heavenly Panic Giant Demon, so he is very powerful!
Fu Yang raised his right hand to signal Mr. Xiong, the damn fat cat, to stop making trouble.
Then he looked up at Wang Sheng, the smile on his face faded, and his voice became cold: "So, General Wang Sheng thinks that I, Fu Yang, don't keep my promise. Are you planning to fight me? I was busy last time.
Go do your business and I won’t quarrel with you for a long time. I have nothing to do today. If you want to fight, then fight!”
As the saying goes, clay figures are still angry! What’s more, Fu Yang?
He originally came back to fulfill his promise, but he didn't expect that the other party would have this attitude when they met. How could he not be angry?
Now his own strength is much stronger than when he went to Dragon Cave before, and with Wei Ke in the late stage of Ghost King and Xiong Ye in the middle stage of Demon King, he is not afraid of the living dead on the ghost ship in front of him at all!
It can be said that the three of them are not afraid of anyone who is under the Celestial Master. But Fu Yang does not believe that there are people who are comparable to the Celestial Master level among these guys...
When Wang Sheng saw that Fu Yang was angry, he said: "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. We have no intention of starting a war with you. It's just that you came a little late after all, and your subordinates were a little anxious, so they felt angry. Please forgive me."
Forgive me."
As he said this, the guy bowed his hand towards him.
The expression on Fu Yang's face relaxed a little.
"According to my previous promise, I will give you three yang blood. From now on, if I need it, you will help me once!"
Wang Sheng nodded: "That's right. Once a man says something, it's hard to chase him back."
Fu Yang said no more.
He bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth and spit it out. A ball of blood with a strange luster flew out of his mouth and floated in front of him.
Then with a flick of his finger, a ball of shining blood flew out from the tip of the middle finger of his right hand.
Finally... it was between the eyebrows. The talisman flashed, and a blood line appeared and then healed. The last small ball of blood flew out of it.
Three balls of blood suddenly merged into one! They were as big as two adult men's fists.
boom!
A huge aura spread in all directions, and the cloud-shaped gas billowed. It blew away some of the dark and dense fog nearby, and the sea surface also became rippled.
At Fu Yang's current level of cultivation, due to the continuous accumulation of Maoshan Taoism, the power of ghost ways, and the five-color spiritual power of Chisong, his body, muscles, and blood are all extraordinary!
Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that a drop of blood is comparable to ginseng, it is not a problem at all if it is used as medicine, to save people, and to treat some common ailments.
What's more, "three yang blood" is the essence blood among the essence blood! It represents the three most yang essence and blood in the human body, so of course it is very powerful.
"As expected of a pretentious little prince, he even wants to show off by donating blood? Alas... young people today." Mr. Xiong shook his head like an old scholar.
call……
Fu Yang let out a sigh of relief.
After forcing so much Sanyang blood out of his body at once, he still felt a little weak. But fortunately, Fu Yang's physical body was stronger than the Taoist priests of the Dan Dao lineage, so Fu Yang's combat power was not reduced much.
If these guys in front of him fall out, he has nothing to fear - of course, judging from the current aura of the other party, it doesn't look like they are ready to fall out.
And when Fu Yang's "Three Yang Blood" appeared, the Ming Dynasty navy soldiers in ordinary uniforms on the ghost ships moored on the sea around them seemed very excited. They shouted loudly, danced and danced, with beast-like desire in their throats.
the sound of.
As for the leader of these "living dead", Wang Sheng, the general of the Ming Dynasty Navy fleet, and his powerful personal guards. There were also other powerful members on each warship, but their performance was not so strong.
Although they were all sticking out their dry twig-like tongues and licking their lips, their eyes also showed desire.
"Oh? In other words, the stronger the living dead are, the less interested they are in my three yang blood?"
Fu Yang frowned slightly, thoughtfully.
Wang Sheng stretched out his hand towards Fu Yang and spread his palm: "Your Excellency Fu Yang, can you give it to me now, General?"
"Can."
He waved his right hand lightly and made a push-and-lift movement in the air.
call!
The ball of Sanyang blood that shone with a strange luster rose into the air and flew towards Wang Sheng.
Wang Sheng suddenly turned his palms into claws and grabbed the mass of blood essence with all his strength.
Poof!
The three yang blood was directly scratched into pieces. Wang Sheng's hand had a strange power that instantly turned the blood into hundreds or thousands of parts. Like a goddess scattering flowers, it shot out in all directions. It was densely packed and turned into a very
Very tiny drops.
And every drop hit a living dead Ming Dynasty navy soldier very accurately. Then it was quickly absorbed...
A strange sight appeared!
Those mummy-like guys, with skin like dry branches, began to appear shiny quickly. (Third update)