Chapter 923: Half of the intestines are too old, please come out with a gold man to suppress them.

The gangsters in Dagukou originally grew up on foot, and those who pull rickshaws are half of their own family.

We were dragged all the way to Tianqing Pavilion, and when the gangster who delivered the message got off the ground, he was already able to walk!

Several gangsters guarding the door looked at him walking over, and were stunned for a moment. They had seen people draw a death lottery and sign a challenge, but they had never seen someone come back alive.

The driver, who was watching the whole process, originally wanted to help him, but when he saw this, his face turned pale and he pulled the cart away in a hurry.

The gangster tied up his trousers and ran into the restaurant staggering step by step.

The bastard Li Jin'ao was the first to support him. Yuan Laosan had just called out: "How did you come back alive?"

Li Jin'ao helped him to a chair and asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

The gangster took off his protective belt and said with a cry: "I...I left all my intestines there! But Xuanzhen Sect, Xuanzhen Sect, they have evil methods!"

After saying that, he pulled out the intestines and showed the scriptures and reply to Li Jin'ao.

The scripture is "Meat Zhi Prolongs Life", and the reply is a letter agreeing to a fight at the Drum Tower, and clearly explains the method, saying that the intestines were gouged out by the crow, the deacon of the Luo Temple of Xuanzhen Sect.

You gangsters from Dagukou have no ability to meet our leader, so tomorrow it will be up to him to challenge you...

The three-fingered old gangster came up to him from the time he was smoking a cigarette pot, smacked his mouth twice and said, "This is to show us power!"

Another old gangster was carried up and groaned twice: "I heard that the Xuanzhen Cult invited the Li family to be the leader! The "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra" is said to be the secret biography of the twelfth Sichen Xuanjun.

No one knows what he is capable of. But it has been passed down to the sixth generation of the Li family and no one dares to try to steal it, which shows that he is also a ruthless character!"

"If the Xuanzhen Sect really has the ability to be immortal, how can we compare with others?"

Another old gangster shook his head and sighed: "A strong dragon crosses the river!"

Zhang pointed three fingers and said doubtfully: "Those three who were beheaded earlier..."

"Don't scare yourself. If you don't die if you behead your head, what kind of morality is that?"

"This is almost inhuman. Even an expert in the fourth step of the elixir realm can't do it. It is a practice that can only be achieved by a great monk who has mastered the soul to leave the body and seize the body, and is close to the holy realm of immortality!"

Another old gangster shook his head and said: "The Xuanzhen Cult sent this intestine to us just to test our abilities. If we can't do anything about it, there will be no need to compete in this fight! We just admit defeat."

"When we go out to hang out in the world, we are afraid of the ruthless ones, and the ruthless ones are afraid of risking our lives, but the ruthless ones are also afraid of the evil ones."

Li Jin'ao nodded: "Indeed, if you can't deal with this thing, it's better not to compete and just admit defeat. The fierceness of our brothers depends entirely on that one breath. If we see the Xuanzhen Sect's methods on the spot, we will be frightened by that one breath and give up."

The hearts of the people will be gone, and the heroic spirit in Dagukou will be gone!"

"No way!" Wang Haichuan was a little confused.

Yuan Laosan sneered: "There's no need to ask. Go to the door and take a look. How many people have drawn the lot to death, and now they are hesitating! You can't think about fighting. It will make you confused and scared. After drawing the lot,

There are rules and you have to maintain that breath."

"Now that the people from the Xuanzhen Sect have sent this thing, it's clear that they won't die, and let the brothers fight fiercely against a group of people who can't die, let alone be afraid of death. Can you feel good about it?"

The old gangster shouted: "Bring the oil tank!"

He held the section of intestines with two fingers, and when he saw the young gangster who was still alive and unharmed after the intestines were pulled out, he sighed: "It is indeed a witchcraft!"

"Give him water!"

He ordered again.

This time he wanted to see how he could hold the water without his intestines.

The young gangster didn't even blink. He raised his head and drank the salt water from Sanhai Bowl. He saw a lump of living flesh squirming among the bloody flesh in his lower abdomen. The water went down from the stomach and was swallowed by the lump of living flesh.

"Tai Sui!" The old gangster's expression suddenly changed: "It's really Tai Sui!"

Li Jin'ao stood up and called a gangster to the side: "This is the elixir that the imperial court wants. Report it to the imperial court first, and let's see how the Qintian Prison and their Xuanzhen Sect fight!"

The old gangsters soaked the intestines in an oil vat, drew a Bagua with glutinous rice, and then lit a fire to fry them.

The meaty intestines were floating up and down in the oil pan, squirming like tentacles, and they began to eat the glutinous rice they sprinkled on them.

The old gangster also asked someone to bring in a black dog, which was raised by the gangsters with secret medicine. It specialized in eating dead human flesh and was raised to deal with zombies.

Three big black dogs were brought in and barked at the intestines in the oil pan.

When he took out his intestines, he saw that they were still bloody and squirming without any injuries...

The old gangster threw the intestines on the ground and let three big black dogs snatch them.

But I saw the intestines squirming and getting into the black dog's mouth. Then the black dog screamed, and the whine scared the other two black dogs with their tails between their legs.

But soon, the black dog's eyes were blood red, its black tongue was sticking out, and it roared before biting its two companions to death.

It stared back with a pair of blood-red eyes, and when it looked back, the gangsters were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward.

It was still a big show, Li Jin'ao stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the green bricks on the ground shattered into pieces. The entire place where the black dog was was collapsed by three inches, and the black dog was also pressed down.

The old gangster came forward with a copper smoking pot, pried open its mouth, and twisted the hot smoking pot into the dog's belly.

Seeing that the black dog's limbs were crushed, there was a sudden thud under the body, and the bones under the thick dog legs were rejoined.

In the blink of an eye, the four big claws were like tiger claws, three or four times bigger, bigger than a human fist!

The black dog's snout also became more and more prominent, biting off the copper smoke pot as thick as a child's arm, and stood up from the force of the mountain.

The old gangster took a deep breath.

Li Jin'ao's skill is not a secret in the martial arts world, but a different aspect of the true martial arts path - Jin Ao Tuo Mountain.

Li Jin'ao went through three catastrophes and built three mountains. The first one weighed 185,000 kilograms and was a copper mountain transported by copper ships that sank into the mouth of the Sancha River. The second one weighed one million kilograms and was shipped by overseas foreigners.

A small iron mountain came.

No one knows how heavy the last mountain is. They only know that when Li Jin'ao first built it in the past, he couldn't cross the Dahong Bridge or take a foreign ship, so he had to walk back from the bottom of the sea step by step.

Li Jin'ao's expression changed, and another mountain pressed up, crushing the black dog into a meat pie.

"This thing is not a zombie! Zombies have strong muscles and bones, but they are not so evil..."

The old gangster said solemnly: "A piece of intestine cannot be fried to death, and a dog can't eat it. Even Jin Ao, your supernatural power can't suppress it. I'm afraid that crow has really become immortal!"

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"Jin Ao, how long can you keep calm?" Zhang asked with three fingers.

Li Jin'ao shook his head: "This thing is so evil! I feel like it doesn't need a third mountain to hold a stick of incense, but it can adapt to the pressure of my magical power."

Zhang Sanzhi asked someone to bring a box of charcoal.

He took out a copper smoke pot again and took a deep breath at the coals. He saw that all the charcoal in the basket was burned down by this inhalation, and the billowing sparks penetrated into the smoke pot.

Then Zhang inserted the cigarette pot into Black Dog's chest with three fingers, and then spit it out suddenly.

The smoke of thick sparks came out of the smoke pot, and any skin and flesh wherever it passed was turned into coke and fly ash...

Most of the big black dog's chest was burned, and the bones were all crispy and black.

Zhang Sanzhi just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dead black dog suddenly struggling.

It jumped out from the bottom of the pit. Zhang waved the smoke pot with three fingers and knocked the black dog down. But when the black skin fell off, it was nothing but a skin bag.

Before anyone could react.

The old gangster lying on the chair next to him screamed, and something bloody opened his chest and went in.

"This thing hides its clumsiness. It only takes half a stick of incense to break free of my magical power!"

Li Jin'ao looked at a few gangsters looking at him, and quickly explained: "It shrank the dog's muscles and bones to its chest, and formed a puppy. The outer skin is wrapped with discarded flesh and blood. Is it removed like this?"

The flesh and blood used is much lighter, so I can naturally break free quickly!"

"Big paralysis!" Zhang asked solemnly with three fingers: "How does it feel when that thing gets into your body?"

The half-paralyzed old gangster trembled: "That thing... I can't control that thing!"

After saying that, he lifted up the mattress and pulled out five steel fibers from under the sedan lying below. At this time, Li Jin'ao saw that the paralyzed old gangster's limbs were all broken. Someone had made a set of fine steel bone pieces.

Got up.

The old gangster used steel fiber to penetrate his chest and abdomen, avoiding the internal organs, but trapped the squirming mass of flesh and blood in his chest, but that thing didn't move at all.

The old gangster fell into a trance and murmured: "I feel like it's not trying to eat me, but... it's trying to complete me!"

After saying that, he pulled out the steel fiber on his left shoulder with his backhand, raised his hand, and saw two fine steel poles and a wooden frame supporting it. On the hand carved from wood, a shallow layer of skin grew.

Zhang pointed three fingers and said in a deep tone: "Big paralysis! That's not a good thing..."

The paralyzed child suddenly said excitedly: "Can I not know whether it is a good thing? It does not want to harm me, it wants to be good to me. When I live, it lives, and it is the one who is close to me! Immortality! Immortality.

!I am alive again... Hahahaha... Grandpa, I am alive again!"

The paralyzed man laughed wildly, and the gangsters next to him all felt chills in their hearts.

I looked at the paralyzed boy who stood up, pulled out the steel fibers one by one, and trotted all the way around the restaurant, dancing with joy!

Several gangsters hesitated for a moment.

"What on earth is this? What on earth is the Xuanzhen Religion doing?"

At this moment, Li Jin'ao had to admit that he was scared!
To be continued...