Chapter 188 Immortal
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"Sect Master Dai, do you really want the Xuan Corpse Sect to be destroyed?" the Jinjia Corpse General roared angrily in a low voice.
"What do you know!?" The corpse boy's face was full of greed, "The pure yang blood on this kid is the best nourishment for the evolution of our puppet corpses. Uncle Jin, you are stuck at the level of Jinjia Corpse General! It's been three hundred years. If you drain this kid's blood of pure yang, you are guaranteed to be able to break through to the corpse king level in the near future. No, no, it's too wasteful to do so. Such a rare talent like this in a hundred years should be caught Raise him up and draw his blood slowly. Then use his genes to negotiate terms with the company to ensure that he can get full support from the company."
"You..." The golden-armored corpse general was very helpless, as the guardian corpse puppet of the sect, it was impossible to disobey the order of the suzerain.
"Jie Jie. What's more, he is still Yan Zun's successor." The corpse boy became more and more excited as he thought about it, and laughed sharply. So what? Our FBG company is not afraid of him."
"FBG?" The face of the corpse Taoist on the side showed complete despair, "Brother, so you are from FBG."
On Wang Yan's side, no matter how loud and grinning the corpse boy was, his expression did not change at all. He picked up Wuya Ange, gently brushed away the wet hair on her forehead, and said softly: "Sister Ange, I'm sorry. I can't abandon you and Senior Corpse. We are colleagues and partners. Come out together Yes, either go back together, or die together."
"Fool." Wu Ya'ange snuggled into Wang Yan's arms, her pretty face was pale, her eyelids sparkled slightly, and she said in a low and hoarse voice, "Okay, we either die together, or return together."
"Small, Comrade Xiao Wang... This time, the old man has troubled you." The corpse Taoist said with a pale face, "Although the old man has been calling you a brat, in fact, you are really a very good boy."
"Senior Corpse, you are also a very good senior, although I often slander you as an old monster." Wang Yan gently put down Wu Ya An Ge, and slowly stood up. With a lift of his right hand, the heavy hammer appeared in his hand out of thin air. The rough and cold handle of the hammer gave him a sense of stability.
His expression gradually became serious, and he walked towards the corpse boy step by step, and said indifferently: "Board corpse, both public and private, today you and I are in a situation where we will never die."
His muscles and bones crackled, and with every step he took, his body seemed to grow bigger and stronger, and the heat wave on his body increased.
"Hiss!"
The clothes were torn apart by the body, and Wang Yan tore off the remnants of the clothes on his body, revealing his naked upper body. At this time, his image is completely different from the usual sunshine and warmth. Every muscle in his body bulges like a rock, and every muscle fiber contains powerful explosive power.
Especially the flame imprint on the chest, which is usually hidden in the skin and cannot be seen or touched. It only shows up when you're angry, or when your blood boils. Now it has turned red, and the red is so delicate and charming that it looks like a real flame that is burning and dancing coquettishly.
Every beat of the flame imprint is like a heart beat, and the red breath spreads along the meridians and skin to the whole body. It made Wang Yan's body appear a faint crimson red, exuding a strong sense of danger.
That indifferent look and that dangerous aura made the corpse boy subconsciously take two steps back. Immediately after he woke up, a trace of shame turned into anger flashed across his ferocious face, and he sneered and said, "Transform? Jie Jie, do you think you can turn over the sky by changing your body? Poor strength means poor strength, you Can Yan Zun still be possessed..."
He was only halfway through. Wang Yan let out a roar, half bent over and rushed over. His strength was so strong that the blue gravel under his feet was crushed to pieces at a speed as fast as a fired shell. A layer of flames was burning all over his body, and his momentum was so strong that he was as arrogant as the reincarnation of the Bull Demon King.
Brutal collision!
The distance between the two was less than ten meters, and Wang Yan arrived in an instant, and a fiery afterimage flashed behind him.
The corpse boy was taken aback, and hurriedly rolled over to avoid it, his posture extremely embarrassing.
"Boom!"
Wang Yan's tyrannical figure brushed past the corpse boy, and his shoulder hit the thick round wooden pillar of the memorial archway. "Kachacha"! The pillar broke in two immediately, and the broken wood flew backwards. The archway engraved with the words "Xuanqing Taoist Temple" collapsed in an instant.
The corpse boy fell to the ground, sweating from fright. Cursing inwardly, this kid is too crazy, too savage. This kind of impact speed and strength is simply like a barbaric beast. Whether it is momentum or strength, they are more than stronger than before.
Before he could calm down, Wang Yan kicked on the stone steps and turned over and jumped up. When the person was in mid-air, he already had a heavy hammer in his hand. Swinging the heavy hammer with both hands, a raging flame burned on the head of the hammer, and threw it fiercely at the corpse boy. When the heavy hammer rubbed against the air violently, a circle of flame shock waves rang out with a "hum".
The fiery sun-like aura enveloped a radius of seven or eight meters, and the air was scorched and distorted into fish-scale waves.
The corpse boy lying on the ground felt as if he was in a scorching purgatory, his mouth was parched and his heart was jumping with fear. Cursing incessantly, is this kid really possessed by Yan Zun? Rolling and dodging in a hurry.
"boom!"
Wang Yan hit the bluestone ground with a heavy hammer, the stones burst like bombs, and the flames swept away in all directions like shock waves. It was so shocking that the corpse boy flew out like a piece of rag, and smashed his back on the "National Cultural Relics Protection Unit" stele, smashing it to pieces with a "bang".
The corpse boy rolled out of a pile of rubbish, splashing the spark foam and dust on his body. While retreating to avoid Wang Yan's pursuit, he growled and said, "Uncle Jin, what are you still doing? Kill me, no, I will abolish him to my suzerain."
The golden armored corpse general hesitated for a moment, but he still stepped forward and punched Wang Yan.
Wang Yan turned around and met him with a hammer without fear.
"Boom!" With a muffled sound, Wang Yan was sent flying out with the hammer, and his back smashed a section of the fence, the wall of a building. Crashing, broken bricks and tiles fell on Wang Yan one after another, burying him in it.
The strength gap between the two sides is too great. Even if Wang Yan does his best, he still cannot make up the gap with the A-level powerhouse.
"Zhizhi~" The little ferret flew down beside the pile of rubble, grabbed Wang Yan's trouser leg, and pulled him out little by little. There was a look of heartache and anxiety on the delicate and cute face, and she stuck out her tongue and licked his face.
"Jie Jie, the suzerain said it." The corpse boy jumped back in front of the collapsed archway, and laughed wildly, "Even if you are possessed by Yan Zun, you can't escape your life. You can't delay any longer, and you will change if you are late. Uncle Jin , don’t hurry to abolish him.”
"yes!"
The golden-armored corpse will obey his orders and step over step by step.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.
The golden-armored corpse suddenly distorted the nearby broken bluestone ground, turning it into a twisted blood-colored swamp. Ragged bloody corpse claws protruded from the swamp, and accompanied by the terrifying howls of ghosts and wolves, they grabbed the golden armored corpse general's legs and dragged him desperately into the bloody swamp.
Even with the strength of a golden-armored corpse general, Rao was caught for a while and had difficulty moving.
In such a scene, an ordinary person would have been scared out of his wits.
Blood Hell Corpse Claw!
It is one of the inheritance spells of Xuanshizong. The corpse boy and the golden-armored corpse general cast their gazes on the corpse Taoist.
I saw the old corpse Taoist pinching the formula with one hand, pointing at the coffin with the other, and said in a hoarse voice: "Comrade Xiao Wang is right, everyone will die together, and we must go back together." There was a sound, the coffin lid opened with a buzzing sound, a ferocious claw rested on the edge of the coffin, and the horrible roar of the corpse resounded continuously.
The one who jumped out first was the black iron tower with bulging muscles, a strong figure, and a faint silver glow all over his body.
The Corpse Boy jumped into a rage, trembling all over and said, "Okay, okay! You dare to go against this suzerain, okay, that's great."
At the same time, the corpse puppets carefully raised by the corpse Taoist came out of the corpse coffin one by one. There is the Peak Bronze Armored Corpse Shadow Dancer who fought against Wang Yan, and there are four identical bronze armored corpse brothers. There are also a group of elite armored corpses including Cangdu, Yansan, Mieko and others.
The group of corpses danced wildly and rushed towards the corpse boy one after another.
"Huh!" The golden armored corpse hid its feet, and with a "boom", a circle of golden light swept out in all directions like a shock wave. Those fierce bloody hands and corpse claws turned into black mist and disappeared. With a sway of his figure, he stood in front of the group of corpses, the golden spear swung, and every time a spear was fired, a corpse puppet was thrown into the air.
Although the group of corpses carefully reared by the corpse Taoist is elite and ferocious, except for the Black Iron Tower, none of them are a single enemy.
"puff!"
With a flash of golden light, the spear stabbed hard into the chest of the Black Iron Tower. The Black Iron Tower roared, firmly grasping the barrel of the gun and trying to tug of war with it. Unexpectedly, with a flick of his wrist, the golden armored corpse lifted the powerful black iron tower into the air.
After a little delay, Wang Yan stood up from the pile of broken bricks and rubble, and charged again with a flaming hammer in his hand.
The golden-armored corpse will be aware of it, and it is expected that Wang Yan's coming speed will be calculated, and the black iron tower will be thrown out casually. Just when he is about to turn around to meet the attack, unexpectedly, Wang Yan, who is running and sprinting, suddenly throws the heavy hammer in his hand.
With the loss of three hundred kilograms of load, Wang Yan's speed suddenly increased a lot, which seriously misled the instinctive calculation of the golden armored corpse general. Opening his arms, he hugged the golden armored corpse general's back suddenly, pushed him to the ground, and entangled him tightly with his hands and feet.
"boom!"
The flames on Wang Yan's body rose ragingly, eroding and burning the golden armored general.
The pure yang fire is the most virile and yang fire in the world, and it has a restraining effect on all evil spirits. No matter how powerful the golden-armored general was, he was still a ghost. The sizzling flames burned his golden armor to black, and he let out a corpse roar.
Wang Yan's eyes were extremely indifferent and firm!
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