Chen Jiang broke out in a cold sweat.

"The old man will give you another chance, go with the old man·······!" He snorted coldly, and the floor tiles crumbled, and irregular shards floated up in the air, ready to go.

At this moment, the shadow of death finally caught up with Chen Jiang's footsteps.

A chill spread in his heart, a deep sense of powerlessness restrained Chen Jiang's hands and feet, in the face of absolute strength, the survival instinct was unprecedentedly strong, but the whole body was like pouring lead, and it was extremely difficult to lift it up.

That's slackness that spreads outward from the depths of the heart.

There was only one thought in his mind now, it was over, it was really over.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the sweat fell to the ground, splashing silently, like a small crown. Chen Jiang swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and at the same time, in the depths of his sea of knowledge, on a vast boulder, a pair of demonic eyes opened faintly, and a murderous aura like a strong wind and liquor burst out from these eyes.

In the sea, Tao Tao had just changed his position, and was about to continue sleeping, when he suddenly heard the old man put down his cruel words, and he cast a mocking glance at the old man.

Some people have not threatened him for some years, and the old man is still the first point.

He was happy, raised his hand and summoned a rusty remnant sword, and as soon as this sword came out, Chen Jiang knew that a layer of frost had formed in the sea.

"Then, beat that old man to this seat half to death, grandma's bear, bullying people to your grandfather's head, I think you are tired of life. ”

With a bang, Chen Jiang's palm spit out, and the remnant sword was created from scratch. Chen Jiang grabbed the hilt of the sword suddenly, and in a trance, he seemed to see a huge grinding disc without friends. Thousands of unjust souls ran on the millstone, and then they kept being crushed by the big millstone.

What is this?

As soon as Chen Jiang came back to his senses, the old man disappeared. The cold wind howled under the sword, and Chen Jiang suddenly fell into a situation of embattlement. There was no way, he could only calm down, and while clenching the hilt of his sword, he looked around vigilantly.

Where did the old man go?

Tear and pull!

Just when Chen Jiang was engrossed, a clear cracking sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

Chen Jiang followed the prestige, and a golden hand pressed horizontally, slamming down on Chen Jiang's head.

He fell to his knees with a thud, and then Chen Jiang had a sweet throat and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. The old man waved the sleeves of his robe, and the wind was strong, and the rolling black flames were all extinguished.

The old man walked over from the billowing black smoke, Chen Jiang held the remnant sword in both hands, and subconsciously made a defensive move. The old man hooked the corners of his lips disdainfully, and with a deep sigh, Chen Jiang's eyes suddenly widened, and at that moment, the rolling air flow hit him in the chest like a city pile, Chen Jiang flew upside down, and his back slammed on the sedan car.

He slumped limply on the ground, and his first instinct was to look around for the broken sword. It seemed that only when he held that sword did he feel secure. The old man stretched out his hand, and a swift suction burst out of his palm. Chen Jiang felt like a paper man, being sucked by the old man.

The old man grabbed his neck, and then lifted Chen Jiang up with one hand. The old man looked at Chen Jiang with a greedy gaze, as if he was admiring a work of art.

"This is the host of gluttony, what a perfect furnace, if you manage to squeeze out the gluttonous power in your body, my great cause, why worry about it?!" The old man laughed fiercely, Chen Jiang's face was flushed, and both eyes seemed to be squeezed out of their sockets. Probably because of the lack of oxygen, his vision is now blurred.

The instinct to survive sustained him to maintain the last bit of sobriety, and this feeling was like floating in the water, and he had the illusion that he couldn't find his hands and feet. In the dark, he saw a purple lotus bloom not far away, and the petals of the lotus flowers exuded the texture of beautiful jade.

A thirst greater than hunger filled his mind, and Chen Jiang stretched out his hand, as if he could touch the lotus flower like this. The ancient Sanskrit chanting gradually became magnificent and grand.

Under the washing of rounds of Sanskrit singing, he spontaneously gave birth to a kind of detached joy from the inside out. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the lotus flower seems to be closer to him. He smiled, and a faint purple glow bloomed at the center of his eyebrows, and the intricate patterns gradually appeared in the faint purple glow.

Seeing that Chen Jiang was invincible, he was about to help, when he suddenly saw lotus pods growing on the boulder in the depths of Chen Jiang's knowledge of the sea. Seeing this situation, the gluttony was shocked.

"Hongmeng Sutra" has been cultivated to the extreme, and it has the ability to open up the world. If you don't have the talent to defy the sky, let alone enlightenment, you can't understand it. He never expected that Chen Jiang would come to his senses. When all the lotus flowers bloom in Chen Jiang's sea of knowledge, Chen Jiang will also refine the first layer of the "Hongmeng Sutra".

This layer alone can take over the creation of heaven and earth, serve the wind and thunder, and move mountains and reclaim the sea. At this moment, in a trance, he seemed to understand why Qingtian Dao stuffed him to this inconspicuous mortal.

variables, Chen Jiang is the only variable!

The gluttony became excited, sat cross-legged, changed his hands, and silently recited the mantra. Just now, the remnant sword he casually threw to Chen Jiang buzzed and trembled. The old man was immersed in the excitement of capturing Chen Jiang, and he smiled wickedly as he drew a spell on Chen Jiang's body. This spell is particularly domineering, and those who are bound must be driven by the spell caster for three lifetimes.

The old man's thinking was very right, and if he controlled Chen Jiang, he would also control gluttony. He seems to have gotten one thing wrong, though.

Chen Jiang's current relationship with gluttony is also a teacher and a friend. The two share a body and live in harmony.

From the moment he moved his evil heart, his tragedy was doomed!

Chen Jiang opened his eyes suddenly, those eyes contained the majesty of the emperor, and the golden light was so frightened that tens of millions of people dared not look directly.

The movements of the old man's hand paused, and in that moment, he actually had the urge to bow down to Chen Jiang. A brief moment of consternation was replaced by a prairie of shame.

The old man was annoyed and angry, and was about to attack, when a remnant sword flew into the air and fell into Chen Jiang's palm. Chen Jiang swirled his hand and plunged the remnant sword into the old man's carotid artery. Knowing the sea, the gluttonous who was still sealing was dumbfounded, and just now, an extremely domineering and fiery will cut off his connection with the broken sword.

Gluttony gasped, Chen Jiang, when did it become so terrifying.

Majestic, indifferent, and high up, Chen Jiang slowly pulled out the remnant sword, and then stabbed the sword into the old man's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The old man let out a wail, and black smoke burst out of his body. Chen Jiang twisted the old man's wrist lightly and landed lightly. The old man's knees weakened and knelt directly in front of Chen Jiang. Chen Jiang held the hilt of the sword expressionlessly and pulled out the remnant sword suddenly.

Cracks spread from the old man's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and from a distance, the old man now looked like a broken porcelain doll. The black smoke grew thicker and thicker, and finally with a bang, the old man's body exploded.

The golden light in Chen Jiang's eyes slowly weakened, and finally dissipated. In the next second, Chen Jiang fell headlong on the charred floor like a sack. A bead entangled in black gas floated faintly, and was about to escape, Chen Jiang stretched out his hand as if he was still alive, and the bead fell into his palm.

The blaring sirens streaked across the long street, and police cars stopped in front of the hotel. The patrol officers got out of the police car in an orderly manner and surrounded the lobby.

"Several charred corpses were found at the scene, and a suspected suspect was found, and the scene was seriously damaged, with traces of serious fires, Ovea

。 ”

An old patrol officer slapped the new patrol officer on the back of the head, and reprimanded angrily: "Don't do these useless things, quit, quit, go and notify the criminal police brigade, damn, an elevator has been finished by this guy thug, it's such a big game!"

"Tell your chief to come here. ”

A cold and serious voice appeared behind the old patrolman, who turned around suspiciously, only to see a little girl with short hair and a pretty face, standing behind him at some point.

A few patrol officers were still pulling a cordon over there, and he suddenly became angry, "What are you all doing to eat? Why did you let in the unrelated people?"

The patrolmen who pulled the cordon were confused, and no one knew when the girl slipped under their noses.

Wang Dan took a deep breath, suppressed his current restless emotions, and took out his documents: "Wang Dan, the third sequence commissioner of the National Shield Bureau." ”