Zhang Jiayong deliberately showed a struggling look, as if he was really hesitating whether to leave or not, for fear of losing his life.

Seeing Zhang Jiayong's expression, Kong Hongcai was very satisfied, and his heart was still old and spicy, and he simply frightened his opponent.

"Okay, then I'm leaving. Zhang Jiayong finally turned around and left with a face full of unwillingness.

Kong Hongcai almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh wildly, Zhang Jiayong was really not deeply involved in the world, and he really retreated, he knew that he was blackmailing him to see if he could get something good from him.

But just when Kong Hong was secretly complacent, just when he had just relaxed his mind, a strong wind struck, blowing so that he couldn't open his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a casserole-sized fist coming towards his right eye.

With a bang, Kong Hong flew out upside down, and his right eye became blue.

Zhang Jiayong put away the Kunpeng wings, wiped his fist, he was very satisfied with this punch, and then looked at Kong Hongcai, whose eyes were black, and his heart was even more satisfied.

After Kong Hongcai was knocked to the ground, he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, rubbing his swollen and painful right eye, at this moment, he is afraid that he has really become a panda, or the kind of giant panda who stays up late for a week.

Kong Hongcai couldn't help but slap himself hard, he was obviously tricked by Zhang Jiayong, damn it, a person with that kind of fierce demon snake as a pet, can he be a good stubble? Will he be the kind of person who is bluffed?

I was really dizzy from being chased by the group of people in the Cultivators Association, and I was a little out of my head when I did things.

"Are you selling badly? Even if you sell badly, I can't let you go. Zhang Jiayong looked at Kong Hongcai and slapped himself, and said in surprise.

"Little rabbit cub!" Kong Hongcai gritted his teeth, thinking in his heart, the demon snake in Zhang Jiayong's hand was hit hard, and there was no need to worry, and Zhang Jiayong's true strength was not clear to him, but he was so young, he wanted to cultivate at the same level as him at most, and he might even be just a junior general, as for the speed being so fast, it was just because he practiced some kind of speed exercise.

After calming down and analyzing it so carefully, Kong Hongcai became confident, and finally reached this point, and his hands were contaminated with countless lives, and he was afraid that a little cub who had not dried up could not succeed?

Kong Hongcai raised his head, just in front of Zhang Jiayong's face, the young man's delicate face, clear eyes, suddenly made him stunned, and then suddenly felt that his body was a little hot, as if it was about to burn.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and wisps of blood continued to differentiate, and Kong Hong was horrified to find that those blood strands were the different essence blood of different people he sucked, and each blood streak represented a human life, and there were tens of thousands of blood streaks.

"What have you done to me!" Kong Hongcai stared at Zhang Jiayong angrily, his cultivation was declining rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he fell from an intermediate general to a junior general, and he was still falling like a cliff.

In the blink of an eye, Kong Hongcai's cultivation was completely lost, and he became a middle-aged and elderly man in the twilight, with white temples, his back bent, and his cloudy eyes were still full of anger.

Looking at his wrinkled hands, Kong Hongcai couldn't help but let out a wail, which was extremely sad.

Seeing the blood streaks flying away from his body, Kong Hongcai stretched out his hands that were as old as old bark and grabbed them indiscriminately towards the sky, but unfortunately he couldn't catch anything in the end.

After the blood flew out of the body, it slowly dissipated, and then a faint figure appeared, bowing down to Zhang Jiayong and thanking him, and finally completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Zhang Jiayong pinched his chin and fell into silence, he didn't expect the blood purification technique to have such a wonderful use, which is equivalent to overtaking the souls of the dead who were harmed by Kong Hongcai in disguise, Kong Hongcai's strength is actually not his own, but the power of these tens of thousands of souls, Kong Hongcai just forcibly controlled this power.

"The ...... of the dead souls" Zhang Jiayong looked at the phantoms that disappeared between heaven and earth, after people die, is there really a reincarnation? These dead souls went to the underworld to be reincarnated?

But where is the underworld?

Over the years, Zhang Jiayong has also inquired a lot about the underworld, but even the powerhouses in other era areas are secretive about the word underworld, as if this is a taboo topic.

"No matter, anyway, after the strength is strong, where can I not go in the heavens and the earth? I must go to the so-called underworld to create something!" Zhang Jiayong shook off all his thoughts, and his eyes fell on the gloomy Kong Hongcai again.

Today's Kong Hongcai no longer has any threat, even if he is an ordinary teenager, he can easily push him down.

"Kong Hongcai, hand over the exercises you have mastered!" Zhang Jiayong shouted, although Kong Hongcai looks pitiful now, like a poor old man who has lost a child and a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, but Zhang Jiayong is not a soft-hearted person, and Kong Hongcai's heinous murder can be described as a pity.

Poor people must have something to hate, the more vicious and wicked people are, after losing their power, they will appear more pitiful than ordinary people, but such people do not deserve sympathy.

But now Kong Hongcai seems to be lost and depressed, and he has no psychology to ask Zhang Jiayong, he feels as if he has a daydream, in which he has become a great monk who has gone to heaven and earth, and when he wakes up, he is the dirty sewer worker again.

Zhang Jiayong took Kong Hongcai over, grabbed his collar, stared at him like a torch, and directly threw spiritual energy into Kong Hongcai's sea of consciousness, and detained the record of "Ten Thousand Souls Blood Recipe".

After doing all this, Zhang Jiayong threw Kong Hongcai aside, and glanced at him with a cold look.

Kong Hongcai suddenly fell into an ice cellar, and a shadow of death shrouded his heart, and what made him feel even more terrifying was the momentum of the superior's disdain for the lower.

He seemed to have returned to the days when he was in the sewer every day, and when he walked on the road, he would be blinded by people, and when he met those noble ladies and noble sons, he avoided himself from a distance, for fear of being contaminated with such a trace of stench.

"I earn my hard-earned money with my own hands, why should I be looked down upon by them? Why should these self-righteous and glamorous people look down on me when they stay in the office all day long, doing self-righteous decent jobs, and they don't earn as much as I do?"

"And those unscrupulous businessmen who make money by any means, how many of them have clean money? What right do they have to despise me? I earn a hundred times cleaner than them!"

"God, why are you so unfair? No, it's not unfair, you're just fucking lacking in heart! I'll fuck your uncle!"

Listening to Kong Hongcai's accusations, this is a helpless roar of the unfairness of the world, Zhang Jiayong's heart was slightly filled with sympathy, thinking about it, Kong Hongcai also had to go astray, but it was a bit of a sense of being forced to such a point by this unfair world.

But later, the accusation turned directly into pointing at the sky and blurting out scolding, at this time, a thunderbolt fell, which happened to be not far from Kong Hongcai's side, which scared Kong Hongcai.

Zhang Jiayong was stunned for a moment, could it be that this God has a will? Yes, I heard Wu Qingshan say that each era zone has its own will, and the thing that carries that will is the root of heaven, but the root of heaven in the ninth era zone is lost, which leads to the strong people in other era zones being able to invade continuously.

The loss of the root of heaven is like a computer without defense software, and viruses continue to invade.

Obviously, at present, the will of the Ninth Era District is still quite strong, and although the Root of Heaven is lost, there will always be something left behind, which needs to slowly dissipate in the long river of time.

"Come on, kill me, oh my God!" Kong Hong was startled by the sudden thunder, but after coming back to his senses, he scolded at the sky again.

Zhang Jiayong looked at this scene, and didn't know what to say, a mortal, to provoke the majesty of God?

But Zhang Jiayong suddenly thought, isn't a monk just going against the sky? Especially a powerful monk has to go through the test of the heavenly tribulation, Zhang Jiayong suddenly thought of something in his heart, but it disappeared in a flash, and he couldn't grasp it.

There was a boom, and another thunderbolt, this time it was much thicker than the previous one, and it fell down like a mountain peak, instantly submerging Kong Hongcai's area.

Zhang Jiayong was dumbfounded, Kong Hongcai was sure to die now. After the thunder dissipated, Zhang Jiayong only saw a scorched black, and did not see Kong Hongcai's shadow......

Zhang Jiayong originally planned to hand over Kong Hongcai, who had become an ordinary person, to the Cultivators Association to deal with, Kong Hongcai had tens of thousands of lives in his hands, which was simply unimaginable in the previous society, and the craziest serial murderers in the past only killed about eighty people, and it took decades.

And Kong Hongcai, in just half a year, killed tens of thousands of people, which can be called a shock to the world after the great changes in the world, even if all kinds of strange things happen.

Its social impact is very bad, and it is necessary for the Cultivators Association to hold a regular press conference with the arrested Kong Hongcai, so as to eliminate some of the bad influence brought by Kong Hongcai, and by the way, deter those evil cultivators who want to do anything wrong.

However, Kong Hongcai is now only scum, and it is estimated that the idea of showing the public and Liwei can only be lost.

Soon after, Lao Mo arrived with the people from the Cultivators' Association, they couldn't find any trace of Kong Hongcai for a long time, and they also had a bad premonition in their hearts, guessing that Kong Hongcai might flee to the city, so they immediately gathered and set off.

Zhang Jiayong told Lao Mo everything that happened, of course, there were many hidden processes in the middle, and he would not say the existence of the Blood Purification Technique.

Lao Mo was also embarrassed to hear it, such a good person, he actually argued with God, and the evil cultivators were really abnormal in their brains.