When they were ready, the villagers in the square dropped their torches on the dried firewood soaked in oil, and the flames and black smoke began to ignite over the square, and the priest began to recite the heavenly prayer aloud with his Bible in hand.

“…… Dust to dust, dust to earth, let the deceased be at peace, and let the living regain liberation. ……”

The square, the burning at the stake, and the fanatical incomprehensibility of the people, this is a medieval scene of the Inquisition executing heretics.

The only discord is that without the painful moaning and vicious cursing of the tortured, Wang Zongchao in the burning fire has always remained silent, and the flames have blocked people's vision, and they don't know what kind of situation Wang Zongchao is in today.

Finally, when the sun had completely set and the moonlight began to shine on the earth, the flames gradually extinguished.

The scene in front of them made the villagers gasp, and fear frantically grew in their hearts!

Although the surrounding flames have not stopped, and the residual high temperature still makes people dare not approach, Wang Zongchao, who was burned by the flames, did not turn into dry ashes, and still sat upright as Mount Tai, but the festering skin of his whole body, together with the irrepressible blood water that spilled out of the body, was roasted into black-brown lumps all over the surface of his body, like deformed and ugly phosphorus armor covering his face and body.

But he definitely didn't die, because his gaze was still bright, and although it wasn't as sharp as a sword that fought against the sun, the power contained in that dissolving gaze was only greater.

This time, his eyes were on the rising moon.

"He's a monster, the devil ......" the pastor was the first to take it anymore, and ran away frantically with the Bible in his hand, shouting words like "God bless" and "sinner" as he ran.

The clergy were still like this, and the rest of the crowd also retreated and scattered, if invulnerability was barely understandable to them, then the monster in front of him who could not die in the sun, was not afraid of holy water, and could not even burn in flames was almost equal to Dracula.

And now there is no sun to cheer them up. They have even more reasons to run away.

". Lao Tzu doesn't believe that you really can't die at all!" a bold and strong man still doesn't seem to believe in this evil. grabbed a half-burned thick piece of wood on the ground and threw it at Wang Zongchao's face.

The timber flew out with a whirl. But when the wood flew close to Wang Zongchao's body. The flames that had been extinguished actually burned again. It's like throwing wood into a crater. The wood has not yet come into contact with the hot lava. It's as if it was forced to automatically catch fire and burn by the extremely high temperature.

Then the wood and Wang Zongchao were already unrecognizable. There was a muffled sound like hitting solid iron. From the point of contact, a flame burst ten times more intense. Reduced wood to ashes in an instant.

"Monster, monster, monster......" the stout man muttered. Keep going backwards. There was already an unknown liquid dripping down his crotch.

Use fire to burn Wang Zongchao to death. It's a joke. Wang Zongchao's current ground temperature was already higher than that of ordinary fire ground! If it weren't for the high temperature in the field, he wouldn't dare to approach Wang Zongchao to attack. Now he is reduced to ashes, and I am afraid that it is him.

Now in his eyes, Wang Zongchao has become a crater that is brewing and erupting at some point, and he is so stupid that he wants to attack a crater.

The horrific scene finally made the remaining villagers lose their will to oppose that man, and fear drove them to flee the square desperately.

Now that the noisy square for a day is finally left alone, sitting looking at the moon.

"I'm really right, he really treats those villagers as ants......" Zheng Zhe, who had been paying attention to this qiē, smiled bitterly, but then he asked with concern.

"But he's okay now, isn't he?

"I don't know, but Mr. Wang said last night that he felt chills all over his body, probably because the blood of the vampire was working, so he used his fiery internal force to fight at that time.

In this way, it seems that his current situation is the same, but during the day, it is probably the sun that makes him feel like a fire, so he uses ice internal force to resist. ”

Li Shuaixi, who answered this paragraph, did not look back, but just faced a sandbag in front of him.

Suddenly, Li Shuaixi's body soared into the air, his body hovered in mid-air, and his legs flew out in turn.

The thick cowhide sandbag burst open as the wind swept through its legs, and the sand inside spilled all over the ground.

A somersault, and then a flick kick, a wooden stake in front of him was instantly cut in half, and the fracture was smooth and flat like a mirror.

Li Shuaixi's left leg was like a battle axe, shot down from top to bottom, and it was another wooden stake, which was split by him from the middle. Spun around and kicked out, half of the stake flew far away, leaving only half of the stake with a sharp tip standing on the ground.

Li Shuaixi's movements did not pause, his legs sometimes circled, sometimes flipped over, and his feet barely landed at the same time. There is no pattern to his kicks, his feet can be kicked from any angle, with any position.

During the training time after the alien mission, Li Shuaixi learned from Wang Zongchao the first part of the bone forging exercise, after all, that kind of martial arts is an external martial art, mainly aimed at the training of **, especially in the early stage of cultivation, there are no strict requirements for internal breath, so even if the energy in Li Shuaixi's body is fighting qi, it can be practiced.

It's just that the cultivation in the early stage of bone forging is too cruel, and you need to remove the joints of the whole body and then renew it with your own strength, if it is just the joints of the limbs, the most terrifying thing is that you also need to stagger the spine from the cervical vertebrae to the thoracic vertebrae and lumbar vertebrae, from top to bottom, and the pain is intolerable!

The nerves in the spine are dense, and the slightest misalignment will bring negative feelings such as tinnitus, dizziness, nausea, etc., not to mention such a situation, and the cultivator must not faint during this process, otherwise he will lose his efforts and become crippled at any time. This kind of danger is the price of choosing the relatively quick success method when the cultivation time is limited.

Li Shuaixi has been reborn in terms of spiritual will since the alien mission, but he still can't bear this pain, even if he is repaired by the main god, he should still be dizzy every time he reaches the most critical stage, and in the end he only practices the bone forging skills of his limbs.

However, according to his characteristics, Wang Zongchao still designed a unique melee combat method for him - a foot knife.

In fact, his legs were extremely flexible, and he also had the speed of a whip, but he had no strength in the case of a meager fighting spirit, and such an attack should have been weak, but when the outer edge of the sole was added with a thin, sharp high-tech alloy blade, everything changed. Although he is currently mainly armed with firearms, he is definitely not easy to mess with even when he is close to the enemy.

Retracting the blade on the sole of his shoe, Li Shuaixi let out a long breath, the exercise just now made him feel hot all over, and his fighting qi was also consumed a lot in the turbulent current, which was still due to the fact that he had asked Van Helsing for authentic fighting qi cultivation methods.

After resting for a while, Li Shuaixi glanced at the back of the moon sitting on the surveillance screen, gritted his teeth, and cultivated frantically.

In the other corner, Mu Gang was also sweating like rain and constantly splitting his palms at a thick iron pillar, cultivating the basic martial arts of the warrior monk - the Great Mudra.

In another corner, Zhan Lan was sitting silently meditating to improve his magic bit by bit.

Overlord and Zhang Jie and two other artificial people, Arnold and Yuying, practice shooting and dodging and other combat skills with training bullets in another relatively wide basement. At the same time, Qin Yuyu was actually wearing a combat uniform and followed them to learn basic combat skills. With the help of a combat suit, as long as she is familiar with the basic operations and some basic tactics, she can barely go to the battlefield. While this style of combat is probably not suitable for the big star, it is also the only shortcut that allows her to come in handy at this stage.

Saito immersed himself in Princess Anna's family library, researching the past history of the Veloli family and Dracula, trying to discover something useful.

And although Zhao Yingkong didn't know her exact location to the others, it was certain that she was lurking around the square, always keeping an eye out for a factor that might threaten Wang Zongchao, and with the newly obtained "Dragon Slaying Dagger", she was definitely a dangerous existence that no one could ignore.

"Hey, you're all busy, and I'm the only one left in bed. "In the end, someone with both legs finally couldn't take it anymore.

"The most important thing you need to do now is to keep your mind on speeding up the blood circulation in your legs and promoting your legs to recover quickly. Doctor Hua commanded in a standard doctor's tone.

"I can do this simple blood circulation with my knees, help me get eight javelins! Although you can't push too hard now, you can still practice some technical things......

Unknowingly, they all ignore the horror of death and the shadow of annihilation that Dracula has brought to them, and they are bent on becoming stronger in their own way.

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There are many types of strong people.

Some strong people, although they have great strength, only dare to throw punches at the weaker, perhaps because they are afraid, or they have various reasons such as being able to endure the humiliation of the crotch, and are willing to lie down and taste their courage, so that they will only attack when they have absolute superiority and complete certainty.

And some strong people still dare to challenge even if their opponents are far stronger than themselves, enjoying the dripping pleasure of dancing on the tip of the knife, or defeating the strong with the weak, or dying at the hands of the stronger without regrets.

Although some strong people are strong themselves, they cannot make the people around them strong together, and the weak can only be subordinated to them forever under his protection or oppression.

However, some strong people have such a unique temperament, silently influencing the people around them, making them change from lambs to tigers and leopards, from weak to strong......

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The night was peaceful, there was no thick fog, no vampires or werewolves, the moonlight was bright and the moonlight was as gentle as water, and it would have been a peaceful night had it not been for the lingering smell of blood and corpses in the villages, and the occasional sobbing and sobbing of the unfortunate who had lost their loved ones, and the painful groans of the wounded.

Then, the sun rises again, and a new day comes.

Wang Zongchao was still sitting upright, facing the nascent sun, the sun was shining on him, this time he was very calm, without any violent reaction, probably because his skin had turned into an ugly layer of hard phosphorus, which was indestructible.

In the daytime, the cold air around him was pressing, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were faintly hung with a thin layer of frost, although the sun was bright, it was indescribably cold and cold.

However, his eyes looking directly at the sun, compared with yesterday, are a little less fierce and fierce, a little more plain and tolerant, and seem to have begun to adapt to and accept the sun.

Due to the repeated invasion of extreme cold and heat, the hard and heavy stone bricks he was sitting on were cracked, and the dense criss-crossing cracks radiated outward from the center of the place where he was sitting, even extending to ten meters away. And the masonry under him has suddenly shattered into powder!

This qiē silently commented on his terrible in silence, and the villagers, who had experienced yesterday's lesson, avoided him, and found that he was already thankful after just sitting still, where would they dare to provoke him.

So in his silent meditation to observe the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, in the bright and extinguished of the stars and seas, three days passed, during this period, Dr. Hua initially commissioned Princess Anna to let Wang Zongchao apply a potion to treat skin injuries, but Wang Zongchao's body has always maintained extremely cold during the day and extremely hot at night, not to mention that no one can approach him, and even splashing the potion far away will only be condensed into ice or evaporate and boil, which is always of little use.

And in accordance with Chu Xuan's faintly revealed arrangement and Wang Zongchao's instructions, all the other reincarnators did not show up in front of everyone, but just silently cultivated and prepared, waiting for Chu Xuan's information. , and Princess Anna also tacitly kept a blind eye to Wang Zongchao, as if she was just a stone statue placed in the square.