Boss Wang, formerly known as Wang Fugui, because he killed someone in his hometown in the countryside, he fled to Jiangcheng to work as a contractor, and then gathered a group of ruffians, and gradually became the largest builder in the east of Jiangcheng, and the Datang Group he established had a market value of more than 2 billion, because of his background, people secretly called him Wang Butcher. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, just because of Chu Tianxing's words, Wang Fugui has worked hard for 20 years, and the Datang Group has been replaced by a master, how can he be willing in his heart? But in the face of this murderous god who kills without blinking, Wang Fugui can only bow his head and accept his fate.

Chu Tianxing looked at Wang Fugui who was kneeling in front of him, raised his sword eyebrows, and said, "Although you call me a slave, I still can't fully trust you and eat it." ”

Wang Fugui raised his head tremblingly, and took a black pill handed over by Chu Tianxing with both hands, and there was a disgusting smell on it.

Wang Fugui knew that this was poison, but when he raised his eyes to Chu Tianxing's cold gaze, he could only turn his heart sideways, close his eyes and tilt his head, and swallow the pill.

The corners of Chu Tianxing's mouth curled slightly, in fact, the black pill was not poison at all, but the impurities that the true yuan in his body had eliminated from the meridians when he had just fought with Thaksin, which he temporarily rubbed off from his body when Wang Fugui lowered his head.

Chu Tianxing looked at Wang Fugui's painful expression of his father's death and mother's marriage, forced a smile in his heart, and then turned on his face and said: You don't have to worry too much, as long as you are loyal to me and do your best to alleviate the antidote to the outbreak of toxicity, I will naturally give it to you regularly. ”

Wang Fugui had to say with a bitter face: "The slave thanks the master for his grace." ”

Chu Tianxing got up and said: "Okay, don't cry with a sad face, as long as you are obedient and obedient, I will show something in my fingers, it will be enough for you to use for a lifetime, let people prepare a room for me, I still have some things to do." ”

Wang Fugui hurriedly stood up, bent down and said, "The slave is going now." ”

Just as Wang Fugui walked to the door, Chu Tianxing seemed to remember something, and advised: "Remember, don't let people disturb me, otherwise you will die worse than Thaksin." ”

Wang Fugui's body trembled, and he nodded hurriedly.

……

Thailand, Bangkok, a temple on the outskirts of the city.

In the meditation room, an old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his whole body dry like a mummy, if it weren't for the fact that his chest would rise and fall every once in a while, you would find it hard to believe that this was a living person.

At the neck, wrists, and ankles of the old man, there are five large snakes of different colors and about the thickness of an adult's wrist, and every time the snake's mouth opens and closes to spit out a letter, it will spit out a cloud of black mist from the mouth, and these black mist will eventually be brought into the body when the old man breathes.

Suddenly, the door of the meditation room was pushed open from the outside, and a man in monk's clothes ran into the room, knelt in front of the old man, and said in a panic: "Oh no, Master, Thaksin's spirit tablet is broken." ”

When the old man heard this, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that his eyes were as black as an abyss, and if ordinary people stared at these eyes for a long time, there would be an illusion in his body that his soul seemed to fall into the eyes of the old man.

"Check." The old man's voice was like a night owl, and he said, "Kill." ”

One check and one kill, although it is just two simple words, but it makes the temperature in the meditation room plummet, and the man can even see the white breath he exhales between breaths.

After saying these two words, the old man closed his eyes again and returned to that state of suspended animation.

The man replied respectfully, and then pushed out of the meditation room with his head bowed.

The man came to a tree, took out a yellowed photograph from his bosom, looked at the two frolicking children in the photo, his eyes were as sharp as falcons, and said, "No matter who you are, dare to kill my brother, I will let you know that it is more painful to live than to die." ”

Thousands of miles away in Jiangcheng Daming Palace Club.

At this moment, Thaksin, who has only a soul left, is experiencing what it means to be alive rather than dead.

I saw Thaksin's soul suspended two feet from the ground, and under his feet was a fierce flame, and as Thaksin let out a painful wail, his soul gradually became transparent, as if it would disappear completely in the next second.

And Chu Tianxing fell comfortably into the sofa, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by softness, he looked at Thaksin's distorted facial features, first yawned, and said, "How is it?" It doesn't taste good, does it? This is my Danhuo, which is what Taoists often call the true fire of Samadhi, and if you are burned by this flame for a moment or three, your soul will be scattered, and you will not even have the opportunity to be reincarnated. ”

A slight crack had already appeared on the forehead of Thaksin's soul, and there was a cold white light in the crack, and he struggled, "You...... What the hell do you want...... What do you want? ”

Chu Tianxing said: "I ask you to answer, as long as your answer satisfies me, I will let you die a happy death." ”

Thaksin nodded with difficulty, he really just wanted to die at the moment, it was better than suffering like this, he was just scorched by this flame for a minute, and he felt the pain unbearable, and the seconds were like years.

Seeing this, Chu Tianxing raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the true flame of Samadhi was instantly extinguished, and Thaksin's soul instantly collapsed to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

……

A few minutes later, Thaksin's soul had turned into a little light, like a twinkling star in the night sky, and finally disappeared into the box like a flash in the pan.

Chu Tianxing's expression was calm, playing with taste: "True Monarch? I can't wait to meet the Dharma cultivators on Earth for a while. ”

The art of descending the head, although flourishing in Southeast Asia, but it originated from the Taoism of China, when the five dynasties and ten kingdoms, the war between the north and the south of China, some evil Taoists fled to the Nanyang region at that time in order to avoid the war, and the Taoist magic they learned was integrated with the Nanyang witchcraft, and finally formed a new school: the head lowering.

This is just a one-sided statement by Thaksin, the real origin of the head-lowering technique is in the Demon Realm Da Luo Tian, how can Chu Tianxing not know? It's just that he doesn't understand, why did the head-lowering technique spread to the earth?

According to Thaksin, since the head lowering originated from Taoism, the cultivation realm of the head descending master still copied the realm of Taoist cultivators, namely: refining the body, entering the Tao, being a true person, and being a true monarch.

The first two realms of a cultivator, refining the body and entering the Dao, are roughly the same as those of the ancient martial artists.

The former is all about developing the potential of the human body to the extreme, while the latter is similar to the qi induction into the body of an immortal cultivator.

The real person of the cultivator is obviously different from the acquired nature of the ancient martial artist, that is, the cultivators of this period began to focus on the cultivation of the technique, while the ancient martial artist still paid attention to the tempering of the physical body.

There is not much difference between the final cultivation of the True Monarch and the Gu Wu Innate, the Gu Martial Innate Master can already release his true qi and derive many spells, as for which of the two is stronger or weaker, it still depends on the strength of the individual's combat power.

According to Thaksin's confession before his death, his master, Bawang Susi, had cultivated to the realm of the True Monarch and possessed the power to enslave a hundred ghosts.

"My master will avenge me, and when the time comes, you will experience a torment ten times more painful than mine, haha......"

In his mind, he recalled the rampant look before Thaksin's soul exploded.

In the end, Chu Tianxing snorted coldly and said with a sneer: "Isn't it just a ghost? In my previous life, I don't know how many ghost cultivators I slaughtered, a hundred ghosts? Can it be compared to a real ghost? Haha......"