Zhang Rongfang looked at the gangsters who were beaten continuously and covered in blood in the field, thinking about the questions that had just arisen in his mind.

"Aren't you going to help?" Ran Xinyue couldn't help but ask. "He looks like he's dying..."

"Yes...it seems that I still need to temper my will and mind."

Rong Fang looked at the gangster who was unable to move at this moment.

Perhaps the real target of this battle should be when he faced Spirit General Sang Lan for the first time.

Isn't it the same at that time? I was also suppressed by the will of gods and Buddhas, unable to move, and could only be beaten.

No wonder the extreme realm can only rely on mental illness to resist the will of gods and Buddhas...

This gap is really too big.

Zhang Caifang let out a long sigh.

Seeing that one of the gangster's arms was violently broken and torn, he finally took a step forward.

Kong Fan had already noticed this place. At this moment, his eyes were silvery white and he was in a trance state. He suddenly made a move, turned around and pounced.

Its huge six-meter-tall body was like a giant beast, pressing down from top to bottom on Zhang Rongfang, who was only 1.8 meters tall.

"die!!"

A huge shadow shrouded the surrounding area, growing rapidly.

Zhang Rongfang raised his head and smiled.

Whoosh!

In an instant, there was a flash of blood, and the other person had passed by Kong Fan and landed gently on the floor behind him.

The talent is to move at super speed, superimpose limit-breaking skills to shrink the ground, and instantly activate the ultimate state of unity of God and Will.

one move.

Bang!!!

Kong Fan's whole body hit the ground hard, causing a circle of air ripples.

His huge six-meter-tall body now had a huge hole in the center of his waist and abdomen.

The hole almost hollowed out his entire torso, leaving only a ring of skin hanging around.

All the flesh, blood, internal organs and spiritual threads inside were all knocked out by just one move.

Blood continued to gush out from the bottom of Kong Fan's body and spread.

But the strange thing is that the blood does not flow randomly, but is like a living creature, turning into blood snakes one after another, flowing to Zhang Rongfang's feet, climbing up his ankles, and blending into his skin.

It turns out that these are not Kong Fan’s blood at all, but Zhang Rongfang’s own blood!

Unwilling to...

"Kong Fan was lying on the ground at this time, with his head tilted. The tone in his eyes quickly faded and returned to the original human eyes."

"You are too weak…"

All the blood and water under Zhang Rongfang's feet has been recovered, and his whole body is as clean and tidy as it was at the beginning. It is as if he has never touched his hands.

"Isn't there anyone stronger in Hailong?"

He walked up to Kong Fan and asked condescendingly.

"Sea Dragon God...will not let you go!" Kong Fan gritted his teeth and said the last word.

Soon, the luster in his eyes slowly dissipated.

The whole body began to turn black and collapse, as if there was a leak of air, and turned into balls of black ash, blowing away in the wind.

"Master, I'm disappointed!" The gangster on the side picked up his right hand from the ground, picked it up again, walked to Zhang Rongfang, bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"I don't blame you. If your immortal method completes the final river of blood, you can move freely in the face of the pressure of gods and Buddhas and forcibly offset it. Just go back and practice hard."

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the huge gap in the underworld man's chest. The gap had now recovered to the size of a fist.

He also had a rough idea of ​​the recovery speed and self-healing ability of these first-generation vampires.

As long as the head is not blown out, any other part of the body that is broken can return to normal quickly.

It has to be said that the only difference between a generation of blood descendants and worshiping gods is

It's the weakness of the head.

Even if you worship God, you are a spiritual guardian. Apart from your spiritual core, you have no weaknesses. Even if your head is blown, you can quickly return to normal.

Therefore, the weakness of the worshiper is in the spiritual core, and the weakness of the vampire is in the head.

"Let's go and look carefully. Is there anything else here? If there are any statues, statues, texts, etc., don't move around yet. Just ask me to come over." Zhang Rongfang ordered.

"Understood!" The gangster nodded. It was just a simple search mission, so it was no problem.

"Replenish your energy, and you will have to eat pigs when you go back." Zhang Rongfang added.

The gangsters will immediately have a meal...

At this time, while Zhang Rongfang and Zhang Rongfang were talking, Ran Xinyue was standing on the other side, but he was constantly thinking about the moment just now.

In an instant, Zhang Rongfang took action and instantly killed Kong Fan, the master who had used the magic weapon.

The pressure of the other party's gods and Buddhas seemed to not exist in his eyes.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Zhang Rongfang again.

"He can kill Kong Fan instantly. Kong Fan is stronger than me. Does that mean... if he wants to kill me now, it only takes a moment..."

Once this idea came up, I couldn't suppress it at all.

Although Ran Xinyue knew that Zhang Rongfang would not do anything to her, when she faced him again, her heart still jumped involuntarily.

Fortunately, she no longer compares herself with the other person. How can a person compare with a monster in sheep's clothing?

Now Zhang Rongfang, she is willing to call him the God of Sheep!

Everything he passed was a sheep! He was no longer an ordinary sheep...

Standing at the back, Ran Xinyue looked at Zhang Rongfang, who had walked towards the depths of the Jade Buddha Temple, with complicated eyes.

But soon she shook her head and hurried to follow.

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Inside the Temple of the Emerald Buddha.

Those monks who did not have time to escape were chased and killed by the blood descendants of Renxianguan in the blink of an eye.

From the hidden cellars, they found several warehouses where beauties were kept.

Most of these beauties are no more than sixteen years old, and they are both male and female. There are even little boys who have had their genitals cut off.

Most of the people rescued have gone insane and are difficult to recover from.

The rest also looked blank, some of them had been trained to be submissive, timid, and like animals they could only dance, take off their clothes, and dance over and over again.

Zhang Rongfang sent several people to escort this group of people back to Wushan, and then continued the search.

Finally, they found a small underground palace under a tunnel behind a stone wall.

The underground palace was empty, obviously there was no time to arrange anything.

There is only a black stone statue over one meter high, standing quietly in the deepest part.

"Master, according to those people, this is the place where they worship the Sea Dragon God. They usually go there every three days, and then sacrifice a mixture of living people, cattle and sheep."

When Yu talked about the investigation, his eyes showed anger and disgust.

He had killed countless people at this time, and his hands were already covered in thick scabs of dried blood.

"How does revenge feel?" Zhang Rongfang did not go in immediately, but looked at this disciple who had accepted him very early.

"It's very refreshing, but..." Ding Yu lowered his head with an inexplicable look on his face.

Now, disciple, my heart is empty...I don't know what to do in the future.

"You need new things to refill the places that were once filled with hatred." Zhang Rongfang said calmly, "Think about it carefully."

He said no more and walked towards the underground palace first.

In the dark underground palace.

In a space that is more than ten meters long and wide, there are numerous blue and black sea carvings on the deepest black stone wall.

Ocean ripple pattern.

One meter directly in front of the ocean stone wall stands a black statue of a god.

Zhang Rongfang moved forward step by step until he was only five meters away from the statue, then he stopped.

"Be careful, the Sea Dragon God is not a remnant god, but a god with a small number of followers, believers! Even stronger than the Stone God!" Bai Lin's voice rang in his ears.

"Myojin?"

"The ranks of gods and Buddhas are very clear. I told you before that in terms of categories, they are divided into natural gods and physical gods. I am a physical god. But this is a category. In terms of rank, the difference between us is
To be continued...