Hong did not let the only remaining innate power in the dantian spurt out the essence blood, pinched it out, and recited the mantra.

"Lock!"

In the midst of this loud shout, I saw Hong Bu let the finger pick up and spit out the lump of essence blood scattered in the air, and instantly shot at the scarlet symbol on the top of Zhang Chenzhou's head, which looked particularly eerie in the dark night.

When this essence blood shot into the strange symbol of the town above Zhang Chenzhou's head, it was like a drop of cold water falling into a hot sesame oil pot and immediately banging, followed by a crackling dense sound explosion, and it was completely rioting!

In the blink of an eye, I saw that the strange symbols of this town's font instantly and quickly pressed down from the air, and began to spread along the top of Zhang Chenzhou's head, enveloping the whole body in an instant!

"Ah!!h

Zhang Chenzhou, who was wrapped in the entire body of the town symbol, let out an incomparably painful roar, and the whole person's body became distorted, as if it had become a burning torch, staining this side of the dark world red, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying, as if the primitive tribe was sacrificing totems and offering sacrifices.

And this sacrifice is Zhang Chenzhou!

But what is extremely strange is that this scarlet flame did not burn Zhang Chenzhou to slag, but slowly drilled into his body from the outside, and the intestines in the abdomen of Nahong Bu had been ground into runes in the process and printed on Zhang Chenzhou's body, as if a rope tied him, making him unable to move!

At this time, Hong Burang became even weaker after Shi Zhenzi killing, only to see him look at Zhang Chenzhou, who was writhing like a maggot and kept roaring in pain, and opened his mouth indifferently and said: "I know that you have your own set of tracking methods, even if Hong escapes farther, he will eventually be caught up by you!"

Zhang Chenzhou, who was hunched over and was suffering a lot, looked up at Hong Burang not far in front of him, and endured as if the pores of his whole body were being tortured by ants burrowing into the ground, and gritted his teeth in response: "I, Zhang Chenzhou, will not crush you, a damn remnant, and swear not to be a human being!"

Hong didn't let him smile, didn't answer, but turned around and walked slowly into the depths of the darkness.

Seeing that he hadn't taken a few steps, his body paused, and then he turned his head to look at Zhang Chenzhou, and said coldly: "If there is a kind, you will come to Sijiu City to find me!"

After a pause, Hong Bu let him compare his hand to a seven-character figure, and continued provocatively at Zhang Chenzhou: "Remember, you only have seven days, otherwise, when you see Hong again, it will be just a corpse." ”

After finishing speaking, Hong Burang didn't look at Zhang Chenzhou again, and continued to walk, waving his hand with his back to him: "It's only seven days, and it won't wait for the expiration date!"

"Hahaha-"

In the midst of laughter, Hong Burang forced out his last potential, used the step technique that escaped from Wang Le's hands, turned into a shadow and quickly melted into the vast night, and disappeared in Zhang Chenzhou's sight in the blink of an eye!

"Bastard, I'm going to let you die a bad death!"

Seeing Zhang Chenzhou, who was not allowed to flee again, the pain and anger that life was worse than death, as well as remorse, yelled in the direction of Hong Burang's escape.

A roar of pain resounded over the lonely empty plain, echoing for a long time, circling without stopping......

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Tianxiang Pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing, adjacent to Tianzi No. 1 Villa No. 2 Manor, the atmosphere is solemn and solemn.

The hall on the first floor of the main villa, where all the furniture had been removed, was empty, with a row of columbarium altars and two mahogany coffins in the center.

Nan Huaiyuan walked to the coffin, glanced at the neatly dressed undertaker and Dou Xiaodou inside, showed a trace of pain and closed his eyes, and at the same time, the sleeves of the robe waved, slammed twice, and saw that the two coffin lids placed on the side closed in an instant, without revealing a gap.

Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike, father and son, who were standing at the door of the hall, lowered their heads and were silent, not daring to look at Nan Huaiyuan, whose face was sinking like water.

They knew that the deep grievances in Nan Huaiyuan's heart at this time seemed to be suppressed, and the big volcano that was about to erupt at any time, whoever touched it was unlucky, and it was guaranteed that it would be blown up to the point that there was not even a scum.

You must know that the mourner is Nan Huaiyuan's illegitimate son, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and the greatest sorrow in life is nothing more than this.

In addition, as Dou Xiaodou's protector of the WTO, Nan Huaiyuan can only protect the other party's body back to the martial arts world now.

Especially when he thought of how to explain to the Heavenly King Hall and the Blood Sea Battle Sword Fan Rendian, a famous killer in the martial arts world, Nan Huaiyuan's scalp was numb for a while, and his heart trembled, and he couldn't stop at all.

The reason why Nan Huaiyuan followed the task of protecting Dou Xiaodou at the beginning, in addition to having rich cultivation resources, also had the most important reason was to shoot Fan Rendian's sycophants.

Of course, Nan Huaiyuan knew that he was notorious in the martial arts world, and the enemies were all over the place, so it would be beneficial and harmless to find one more big backer, and Fan Rendian was a good choice.

Fan Rendian is nicknamed the Blood Sea Battle Knife, this is a reputation that has been killed all the way, and half of the rivers and mountains in the Heavenly King Hall over the years are not an exaggeration to say that he beat them.

The so-called success of a skeleton with ten thousand bones, Fan Rendian is of course no exception, and its prestige is so great that the mysterious hall master of the Heavenly King Hall can press it!

Thinking of this, Nan Huaiyuan was full of bitterness and depression, he didn't expect to pat the horse's ass, but he was slapped on the horse's leg.

This is no longer a matter of being kicked all over the place, but once Fan Rendian learned that his beloved disciple had only entered the world, and before he began to look for the whereabouts of Jiulong Yunxian Xiao Zhixuan, he had already died before he could get out of school, and if he didn't get angry, he wouldn't be the true character of an old killer!

The so-called wrath of the Son of Heaven, ambushing millions of corpses, bleeding thousands of miles, although Fan Rendian is far from this level, but he is also a hero in the martial arts world, and he can't do it by bleeding thousands of miles, but under the 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 that such a moth would appear in a world where innate masters can be kings and hegemons.

Now that his son is gone, Dou Xiaodou, the elite disciple of the Heavenly King Hall who he wants to guard, has also lost his life, and it is destined to be impossible for Nan Huaiyuan to climb out of the pit that he has fallen in.

Even if he can catch the murderer and confess to Fan Rendian, the blood sea battle knife, Nan Huaiyuan will not die, and he will have to be stripped of a few layers of skin!

Thinking of the murderer, Nan Huaiyuan, who had his back to Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike's father and son, the incomparably thick hatred in his eyes was about to overflow.

When Nan Huaiyuan arrived, although he took a step at night, he saw the back of the murderer, that is, Wang Le.

This allowed Nan Huaiyuan to be sure that the murderer was a strange young man who had never seen him, and he had asked Zhao Quanhui and his son during the day.