Hong Buru forced himself to lift the only innate power left in the dantian, spewing out the essence and blood, pinched out the fingers, and recited the mantra, basket, se, book, and basket,

"Lock"

During this loud shout, Hong Bulang pinched his fingers and bounced at the lump of blood sprinkled in the air, and instantly shot on the scarlet red on Zhang Chenzhou's head, which looked particularly gloomy and weird in the darkness.

When the blood and essence Zhang Chenzhou's head was in the strange symbol of the font, it was like a drop of cold water falling into the hot sesame oil pan and immediately banged, then there was a crackling and dense sound, and it was completely rioted.

In the blink of an eye, I saw the strange symbol of the town font pressing down from the air in an instant, and began to spread along the top of Zhang Chenzhou's head, wrapping up the whole body in an instant.

"ah"

Zhang Chenzhou, who was wrapped in the entire body by the symbol of the font, let out an extremely painful roar, and his whole body became distorted, as if he had become a burning torch, dyeing this extremely dark world red, and it looked particularly gloomy and terrifying, as if the primitive tribe was offering sacrifices to the totem.

And this offering is Zhang Chenzhou

But what was extremely strange was that the scarlet flame did not burn Zhang Chenzhou into slag, but slowly drilled into his body from outside. The intestines in Hong Bubu's belly were ground into runes and printed on Zhang Chenzhou's whole body, as if a rope had tied him up, making him unable to move.

At this time, Hong Burang became even weaker after the killing operation of Zhenzhen. He saw him looking at Zhang Chenzhou who was twisting like a maggot and kept making pain roars, and said coldly: "I know you have your own way of tracking. Even if someone from Hong escapes far, you will eventually catch up with him."

Zhang Chenzhou, who was arching his waist and was suffering great pain, looked up at Hong Burang not far away in front of him. He endured the inhuman torture as if the pores of his body were penetrated by ants. He gritted his teeth and responded: "I, Zhang Chenzhou, will not be a human being if I don't destroy your damn remnants."

Hong did not laugh, but did not answer, but turned around and walked slowly into the depths of the darkness.

Seeing that he had not taken a few steps, he paused, then turned his head to look at Zhang Chenzhou, and said coldly: "If you have a genital, come to Sijiu City to find me."

After a pause, Hong refused to let the seven-character character be compared with his hand. He continued to say provocatively to Zhang Chenzhou: "Remember, you only have seven days, otherwise, if you see Hong again, it would be a corpse."

After saying that, Hong Burang did not look at Zhang Chenzhou again, continued walking, waved his back to his hands, "It's only seven days, it's not overdue."

"Hahaha"

Amid the laughter, Hong Buru forced himself to drain his last potential, and used the pace technique that had escaped from Wang Le, turning into a shadow and quickly blending into the dark night. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Zhang Chenzhou's sight and disappeared.

"Bastard, I want you to die a bad death"

Zhang Chenzhou, who watched Hong Burang run away again, was filled with pain and anger and regret that life was worse than death, and regret, and shouted at the direction where Hong Burang escaped.

A series of painful roars kept resounding on this lonely empty plain, echoing for a long time, hovering without stopping

In Tianxiang Pavilion in the suburbs of Beijing, the atmosphere in the No. 2 villa manor adjacent to Tianzi No. 1 is solemn and solemn.

The lobby on the first floor of the main villa where all the furniture was removed seemed very empty, with bright lights, a row of urns and two mahogany coffins placed in the middle.

Nan Huaiyuan walked to the coffin and glanced at the neatly dressed mourner and Dou Xiaodou inside, showing a hint of pain and closed his eyes. At the same time, the sleeves of the Taoist robe waved and thumped twice. The two coffin lids placed beside closed in an instant without revealing a gap.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike and his son, lowered their heads and remained silent, and they didn't dare to look at Nan Huaiyuan, whose faces were as heavy as water.

They knew that Nan Huaiyuan was so frustrated that he seemed to be suppressed and would erupt at any time. Whoever touched and was in trouble would be blown up so badly that he would not even have any scum.

You should know that the mourner was Nan Huaiyuan's illegitimate son. Nowadays, white-haired people give birth to black-haired people. This is the greatest sorrow in life.

In addition, as Dou Xiaodou's world-class protector, Nan Huaiyuan can only protect the other party's body and return to the martial arts world.

Especially when he thought about how to explain to Fan Rendian, a famous martial arts world in the Heavenly King Palace and Blood Sea Battle Knife, Nan Huaiyuan's scalp was tingling, and his heart was trembling and he couldn't stop at all.

In addition to giving away rich cultivation resources, Nan Huaiyuan's mission of protecting Taoism for Dou Xiaodou was another most important reason for flattering Fan Rendian.

Of course, Nan Huaiyuan knew that he was notorious in the martial arts world and had enemies everywhere, so finding a big backer would be beneficial or harmless in the end, and Fan Rendian was a good choice.

Fan Rendian is nicknamed the Blood Sea Battle Sword, which is a reputation that has emerged all the way. Half of the Heavenly King Palace’s past years of history, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has won the battle.

The so-called success of a general, Fan Rendian is no exception. His reputation is so great that the mysterious palace master of the Heavenly King Hall can only be suppressed.

Thinking of this, Nan Huaiyuan was full of bitterness and depression. He didn't expect to flatter him, but he ended up slapping the horse's legs.

This is no longer a problem of being kicked all over, but once Fan Rendian learned that his disciple had entered the secular world, he had not started to search for Jiulong Yun Xian Xiao Zhixuan's whereabouts, and had died before he could succeed. He was not angry, and he was not the true nature of an old killer.

The so-called emperor's wrath is a million corpses and bloodshed thousands of miles away. Although Fan Rendian is far from this level, he is also a hero in the martial arts world. He cannot do it. However, in anger, it is still easy to destroy a small sect like Nan Huaiyuan.

The more Nan Huaiyuan thought about it, the more depressed and aggrieved he became. How could he have expected such a thing to happen in the secular world where all innate masters can dominate the king.

Now that his son is gone, Dou Xiaodou, an elite disciple of the Heavenly King Hall whom he wants to protect, also lost his life. It is destined that he would crawl out without any loss in the pit that Nan Huaiyuan lost.

Even if the murderer was finally caught, he explained to Fan Rendian, the Blood Sea Battle Knife, that Nan Huaiyuan would have to be stripped of several layers of skin if he was not dead.

When he thought of Nan Huaiyuan, who turned his back to Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike and his son, the extremely strong hatred in his eyes was about to overflow.

When Nan Huaiyuan arrived, although he was one step at night, he saw the back of the murderer, Wang Le.
Chapter completed!