The king of people was a little flustered.

His bow was gone.

The Pangu Bow is an artifact specially created by the Pangu clan for the human king Fuxi, just like the giant axe that Shachen snatched from the Pangu patriarch, it has a specific use object.

Our Lady of Yaochi is the most perfect goddess created by the Pangu people, a machine that seduces fate, and is stronger than the king of people in terms of strength, not to mention anything else, just get a little virus out is enough for the king of people, he can match or even suppress the Holy Mother of Yaochi on the surface, all by the power of the Pangu bow.

In the original play, he couldn't even catch an arrow in his consciousness, and Our Lady of Yaochi also said that she didn't dare to catch the real Fuxi arrow.

However, the Pangu bow is not so strong, and the minister broke the Fuxi arrow with his bare hands, and Tianyou stepped on the Fuxi arrow and turned back to attack the human king, all of which show that the power of a single Fuxi arrow is limited, and the human king can only shoot nine arrows in a row, and in ancient times, he shot down nine suns and was almost out of strength.

"The Pangu Bow is my artifact, connected to my mind, no matter where it is, it will appear as soon as I summon it, how can it ...... It's gone. ”

"Damn, someone must have sealed the Pangu Bow, who is it?" The human king reveals his true form as a zombie and roars angrily.

"Do you want a bow?"

In the mountain behind Repulse Bay, the soul clone swept the Pangu bow in his hand, and laughed, just now the Pangu bow suddenly glowed, and it vibrated violently, as if it was about to break through the air.

The soul clone instantly guessed that the King of Men was summoning the Pangu Bow, and when it came to something in his hand, even if it was garbage, he didn't want to go back.

"The human king Fuxi has no Pangu bow, see how you mix." The soul clone sneered, put away the Pangu bow, and looked down at his palm.

The nails cut through the palms, the blood seeped out of the scars, and slowly turned into a blood line, and the strong recovery ability quickly recovered from the injury, but the soul clone did not do that, the arm was forced, and the bright red blood poured down like a falling waterfall.

The blood hung in the air, condensed into a palm-sized ball, exuding a bright luster, and after losing so much zombie blood, the soul clone's face turned pale, and he felt a burst of weakness.

After taking out more than a dozen bottles of zombie methadone and drinking it, his face looked a little better, he took a deep breath, and splashed blood in all directions, spilling it on a bluestone slab.

This is not an ordinary bluestone slab, and the name of the material Shachen is unknown, he got it from the Pangu Holy Land.

The surface of the slate is smooth as a mirror, it can be used as a mirror, you can see yourself clearly when you look down, the color of the slate is dark, the background behind you is black when you shine, and the same is true in broad daylight, as if there is a ghost behind you spitting out black fog, desperately squeezing towards you.

The slate was carved with threads, the threads were very deep and wide, a bit like the bloodletting groove on a saber, and the blood that fell on it strangely gathered into the threads, and flowed quickly inward like a mosquito coil burning.

In the middle of the thread was a very strange pattern, like a burning flame, and the blood filled the flame pattern groove, lit up with a crimson light, and then burned, and swept a cluster of ten centimeters of flame.

At the moment when the flames appeared, the soul clone's eyes shrank, his hands formed some kind of strange handprints, and his mouth was chanting, as if he was performing some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual.

There was no wind around, but the flames swayed gently, and darkness poured into the tide, swallowing up all the light, leaving only this crimson flame.

The darkness grew heavier and thicker, as if the sea was squeezing in, and the crimson flame shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a bean.

The soul clone let out a low roar, and the bean-sized flame rose violently, and at this moment, a strong wind blew in the darkness, in fact, this wind was not strong, but it was completely devastating when it blew on the flames.

The flame was extinguished.

The darkness receded quickly, and the light once again illuminated the room, and the soul clone gasped for breath, staring at the dried blood on the bluestone slab, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Stealing the power of the law is a tricky way, which is against the will of heaven, so it is extremely difficult to condense the law, it is really by luck, it can be achieved, and there is no way to do it.

Moreover, every time the power of the law is stolen, the soul clone will fall into a state of weakness, and it will take at least three days to recover, which is also a big problem.

"Looks like we're going to have to think of something else." The soul clone whispered, slowly closing his eyes.

……

Without getting the Pangu Bow, the human king Fuxi suppressed his anger and went to find the Holy Mother of Yaochi according to the original plan.

At this time, Our Lady of Yaochi is very weak, and a strong teenager can push her down, which is also one of the reasons why she is looking for Yan Bupo, of course, the most important reason is that she wants to fall in love with her and become the third party between her and the human king, just like Chang'e thousands of years ago.

Some men and women will have a good impression as soon as they meet, and some are naturally disgusted with each other, and they will not fall in love with her easily.

He is a dedicated man, for hundreds of years, Yue Yinhua has firmly occupied his heart, even if he awakens the memory of the Heavenly Brave, he does not look for Wang Zhenzhen.

But the door of his closed heart left a gap hundreds of years ago, and the Holy Mother of Yaochi was a top hacker who left behind without being aware of it.

Yaochi Xiantao is the heart and blood of the Holy Mother of Yaochi, and she eats Yaochi Xiantao and becomes a zombie, and she is the only person in heaven and earth who has the same heart as Our Lady of Yaochi.

He could feel the heart of Our Lady of Yaochi, her extreme love and hatred, her weakness and helplessness, her tolerance and generosity, the two hearts have been together for a long time, and even the frequency of beating will tend to be the same.

"Is it better?" Wan Yan Bupo walked to the bay window, handed a glass of water to Our Lady of Yaochi lying on the chaise longue, and asked.

"Thank you, I already understand the principle of the virus, and it will take some time to crack it."

"Do your thing in peace, no one can hurt you with me."

"Really?"

The man in a silver-gray suit walked in with his hands behind his back, and his sturdy body propped up the suit, showing the man's bodybuilding.

"Fuxi, the king of people!"

Our Lady of Yaochi's face changed greatly, and she subconsciously blocked in front of her, "King of People, Our Lady of Yaochi has tested poison with her body, and now she is very weak, even if you kill Our Lady, you will not be able to win." ”

"The grudge between me and the Virgin, you are not qualified to meddle, get out of the way." The king of people looked at the living room, and he couldn't look at it.

"King of People, do you really want to go to war now?" Our Lady of Yaochi's eyes were red, and she struggled to her feet, and asked.

"It's you who want to go to war, Our Lady of Yaochi, now that I'm here, and you don't want to fight, what are you and me?" The king of people looked at the Holy Mother of Yaochi and slowly raised a finger, "One punch, catch my punch, I'll give you five minutes." ”

"Okay."

"The face is not broken...... Our Lady of Yaochi was startled and looked at him worriedly.

Wan Yan Bupo smiled, "It's okay, if the next human king's punch can avoid a human catastrophe, I will die well, human king, I hope you will be true to your words and give the Holy Mother five minutes to explain the situation." ”

"Noise."

As soon as Wan Yan Bupo's words fell, the king of people had already swept out like lightning and smashed a punch on Wan Yan Bupo's chest.

With a "bang", the bay window glass shattered, and it flew out like a meteor without breaking it, and it didn't come back for a long time.

(End of chapter)