Letting go of Xiao Honglu, whose skin all over his body had been brutally ripped off and had already died from severe pain, Zhu Peng, who was stained with a trace of hideous blood, slowly walked into the house and looked at the black-clothed young man sitting on the soft sand and playing with an extremely slender dagger. This man who calls himself Zhao Fukong is slender and handsome, just like a young professor who has learned a lot of money, and his whole body is shrouded in a layer of extremely gentle and elegant temperament and demeanor...... If his foot hadn't stepped on Zhang Heng's head, which had been half-skinned.

The moment he saw Zhao Fukong, Zhu Peng unconsciously opened and closed his right hand behind his back slightly, and a burning purple flame appeared and bloomed silently, and the temperature in the entire room suddenly increased by dozens of degrees.

"A few members of your team led me to meet the Charles. Van Dom Hain, the principal of the East China Sea team. Although they could be caught at the time, they were allowed to leave because they had more worthy opponents. I was in high spirits to assassinate Charles, but I was only halfway there, so I turned around and killed them all...... You don't blame me for that, do you? As if he didn't feel the sudden rise in temperature in the room at all, Zhao Fukong said very polite words while staring at the dagger shuttling between the five fingers of his palm, and he didn't even look at Zhu Peng. Zhao Weikong did not make a move against Zhu Peng, who was close at hand, until this moment, and he did not even show the slightest murderous malice, but because of this, it was even more terrifying.

That kind of perverse, tyrannical, distorted, murderous and crazy atmosphere that is almost substantial, an artistic conception that almost kills as the norm has penetrated into Zhu Peng's state of mind bit by bit along with Zhao Xuankong's expression. It was like a pure white pure lotus flower growing in a lotus pond full of flesh and corpses. What provides sufficient nutrients for its beauty is a mountain of corpses and an endless sea of blood. The man in front of him has integrated killing into his bone marrow and bloodline. It's like a normal person eating and drinking, and for him, killing people is a natural daily routine like eating and drinking.

"A few little shrimps met you like this, and it was a mistake not to choose to commit suicide in the first place. With that incomparably weak strength, he still wants to manipulate the actions of the strong, and such a stupid thing will be killed, and I want to thank you for cleaning up the moths for me...... I care more about the dagger in your hand than these indifferent things. It has the ability to seal souls, right? Because the soul is only transferred to another container, it is not considered death from the point of view of the Lord God. Because of this dagger, Mr. Zhao, you have the ability to block the main god's prompts, right? Zhu Peng held his right hand behind his back, and his left hand stopped at his lower abdomen intentionally or unintentionally. He squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the clear dagger in Zhao Yu's empty hand as if it was alive, as if his eyes could see that the souls of Xiao Honglu and the others were shouting for help in the crystal transparent murder weapon.

"Not only can you kill people, lock your soul, block the main god's prompts, but if necessary, you can stab your teammates to complete the disguised rescue of soul transfer. Seriously, this is a great weapon. Zhu Peng lowered his gaze and spoke in a flat tone. And the remnants of the true yuan in his body were frantically swimming in the meridians. Plundering and replenishing the true vitality in the sea of qi as much as possible.

"When the A-class legendary magic weapon 'Wailing Trap' first came out, it was a translucent dagger that was much more fragile than glass, not only did it not attach any attribute abilities, but it was not even sharp. However, it can gradually become stronger and sharper as it kills lives and imprisons souls, just like it is at this time. With Zhao Fukong's words, streams of blood-colored black and red light faintly gushed out from inside the translucent dagger, and with the flickering of the sword light, the entire room was shrouded in a frenzied bloody demon shadow, and the chill overflowed. If Zhu Peng's Purple Night Tribulation Fire brought about a fierce and violent pure yang heat, then the feeling brought out by the dagger in Zhao Fu's empty hand was a heart-tearing soul cold......

"If you can kill me and take this knife. Maybe when you return to the main god space, you can directly create a zào body for them and resurrect these team members. After a slight pause, Zhao Yukong continued to speak after what he had just said. As he spoke, he got up and stood without even killing Zhang Heng who was at his feet. Instead, he chuckled at the white-robed Taoist and waved the dagger in his hand filled with a large number of dead souls, and then walked sideways towards the door without stopping at his feet. The moment the two of them staggered, both sides of their bodies had a faint abnormality that could only be sensed by their minds, and both sides were crazy to want to shoot, but both of them were not at their peak at this moment, so they were luring each other to shoot first, and then judged whether to fight or flee in terms of their own state at this time.

Zhu Peng played many big moves in a series of battles, and the Qi Vein True Yuan lost seventy-seven, eighty-eight, needless to say.

Zhao Weikong entered the fourth-order gene lock level, and it stands to reason that the strength of the combat resistance should be very terrifying, but under the nose of the black-clothed deacon Sebasgar, it is to use the ability of a fourth-order assassin and the soul eater in his hand that has been strengthened to an extremely exaggerated level, it is impossible not to pay a tragic enough price.

People have the will to fight tigers, and tigers are harmful to people's hearts. However, the real situation is that the two sides of the stalk are afraid of the wolf, for the other party, the two people present are not sure of the victory, in this case, who can lure or force the opponent to strike first, but can take the initiative to see more of the opponent's emptiness.

The moment the two of them staggered past each other at the door of the room, Zhao Fukong gently waved the dagger in his hand, and Zhu Peng did not hesitate to exude the strength of his body, showing the purple night qi method of being strong and middle-class, and even recovering less than three layers, but neither side made a brazen move because of the other party's temptation, and even more jealous because of the other party's posture. It's like a poisonous snake encountering a tiger, or a jackal encountering a wolf, and the instincts of the predators on both sides allow them to greedily peek at each other's flesh and blood, but they are afraid of each other, and in the end most of them will choose to retreat in peace after the temptation.

Just the moment before seeing that Zhao Fukong was about to turn around and leave, Zhu Peng clenched his hands into claws as if he had not intended it, and made a "grab" gesture in the air, the size and size. For a heavy sister control, it can almost be said that she has been obscene thousands of times.。 Moreover, the white-robed Taoist who had already fallen to the ground also gently spit out a name, which was a typical rhythm of death without a lower limit. In fact, Zhu Peng didn't know the relationship between Zhao Fukong and Zhao Yingkong, he just tried it because of the similarity between the two. However, in the next moment, Zhao Fukong violently collided with Zhu Peng, who was carrying the fierce wind and the surging purple fire around him, and the crazy and tyrannical killing intent was almost substantial, but the corners of the unscrupulous and evil way brought out a smile, and the two sides fought for only a few breaths, and Zhu Peng's three-layer true vitality machine had not yet hit a small half, and more than 240 fine and extremely deep knife wounds had already burst out of his body in an instant. However, almost being blasted out by Ling Chi's Taiyin's fist, it was slamming into the chest of the shadow-like Zhao Xuankong under the highly concentrated divine consciousness lock. Just this punch made Zhao Fukong's body shoot backwards and fly back, and when the person was still in mid-air, he violently spit out a mouthful of crimson blood, but the blood burned into a large purple flame in mid-air. Pure Yang Purple Night Tribulation Blazing Fire Fake Fourth-Order Gene Locks the Soul and Flesh of the Strong Body. The restraint is very fierce.

Why did Zhu Peng dare to provoke Zhao Fukong, who was definitely not weaker than Rost, in the state of the third layer of his qi method?

It is because Rost is a heavily armed warrior and Zhao Weikong is a high-sensitivity assassin, for a tough assassin like Zhao Weikong, who pays extreme attention to killing efficiency, the life and death of victory and defeat in an instant is the most realistic portrayal of his combat methods. Facing him head-on, there are many three-percent true yuan. Victory and defeat, and even life and death, were separated long before these true yuan battles were made.

However, even if it is touched to the deepest part of the heart. Zhao Fukong's "loss of control" seemed to be only a short moment, with the power of Zhu Peng's punch, Zhao Fukong's body stepped on the steel wall like a flutter and ran away, Zhu Peng wanted to chase but only felt that the sharp pain around his body surged up, and a large amount of blood and water collapsed out of his body like a red mist. The slight numbness in the knees of both legs could not be controlled, but I don't know when I was injured by Zhao Shukong......

"Fortunately, my body is here, if it is a poisonous dragon, without Zixiao Robbery Fire to restrain the other party's strong temperament, I'm afraid he will be slaughtered if he can't even seriously injure him...... Devil Team. Is Zhao Jie empty? ”

The knife wound on the vital part of his body consumed some of the remaining true yuan, and Zhu Peng came to Zhang Heng, whose skin was half peeled off, and picked him up. Just looking at Zhang Heng's barely breathing appearance, a strong sense of uneasiness lingered in his heart, and he always felt that Zhao Jiukong was not such an easy character to be beaten.

In order to prevent Zhang Heng from losing another point in vain, Zhu Peng tore off the corner of his clothes to gather the void aura and drew a certain talisman on Zhang Heng's forehead, and after building the foundation, the various abilities that can be used in the Qi refining realm are already at hand at this moment, and the five elements spell and the like are originally relatively weak for Zhu Peng, and the extreme yang true yuan is not suitable for controlling the five elements, but even if there is no outer erysipelas dragon by his side after building the foundation, Zhu Peng can also use the instinct after building the foundation to control the surrounding aura to cast some relatively simple small and medium-sized spells, Not to mention the Soul Talisman that was quite easy to draw when refining the Qi Realm. It's just that the moment he picked up Zhang Heng, the severe pain around his body made Zhang Heng's spirit slightly uplifted, and when he saw Zhu Peng, his eyes revealed an extremely frightened look, and he gasped violently and hissed hoarsely: "Let's go...... Nucleus...... Impeachment ......"

At the same time as he spit out this sentence, Zhang Heng's head was instantly cut off.

A surging and fierce purple flame smashed through the steel wall and shot out of the earth spider at the fastest degree, Zhao Fukong's degree was undoubtedly extremely fast, but it was impossible for him to set up a time bomb without leaving a certain margin for himself, otherwise he would also bombard himself, Zhao Fukong would definitely be the most aggrieved fourth-order reincarnator in the infinite space, there was no one. A fourth-order powerhouse in his heyday might be able to carry it hard at the center of the nuclear explosion, but Zhao Fukong, who had just fought Zhu Peng, didn't look like he was in his heyday no matter how he looked at it.

Wow Wow vomited blood and melted into the light of the Taiyin almost soared to the point that it was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the fiery purple flame almost turned into a thin line, but as soon as he escaped from the spider, the dazzling nuclear explosion and the small mushroom cloud bloomed in Cairo City, impact, radiation, and violent light and heat, almost crushing the power of a qiē lifeform to raving and impacting wildly in all directions. Although Zhu Peng can hit the attack power of the so-called nuclear explosion when he has nothing to do, it is only for the single body to kill and the fierceness of the nuclear explosion, and the power of the real nuclear bomb is extremely terrifying, even if it is miniature. However, just as Zhu Peng, who was wrapped in a thin purple fire, was flying away along the shock wave on the edge of the power of the nuclear explosion, a shadow-like storage zài fluttered behind him, and the slender dagger like black and red crystals stabbed towards the Taoist's vest slowly.

Violently lowered downward, still being cut into his shoulder by the dagger that broke through the talisman true yuan, and Zhu Peng's shoulder blades were all slashed and knocked away by this knife. The Taoist whose body gradually became transparent looked back at the assassin surnamed Zhao who interpreted the word "assassination" to the fullest, and used every little bit of possibility, creating a chance for himself to kill, so the assassination cultivation was gradually approaching the so-called "killing dao...... Poor and poor fall into the Yellow Spring, who in the world cannot be killed?

The shock wave of the miniature nuclear bomb is still raging, but Zhu Peng has already immersed himself in the haze of half-dreaming and half-awakening, if he was pierced by Zhao Weikong at the previous moment, then the "time is up" at this moment is almost full of endless irony. Fortunately, the difference between life and death, victory or defeat is the difference between life and death.

With his feet on the ground, Zhu Peng, who was heavily injured, did not open his eyes immediately, although his consciousness had recovered from the chaos, he still closed his eyes tightly and reminisced about the birth of this terrifying reincarnation. The first time he entered the gods, the long-range sniping of the Yin Zhou team, the hundred ghosts dragging the boat on the desert and running rampant, the resurrection of Immorton turned into ten calamities with endless resentment and ruined Cairo, the confrontation with the East China Sea and the Yin Zhou, the gradual balance of strength between the two sides and joining hands with each other, the ecstasy and struggle of Zhao Ying's secret of air and blood, the daily exhaustion and calculation during the retreat and penance, and the determination to forget himself after 100 days of unsuccessful practice.

This qiē experience and past have been turned into accumulation and cultivation of power, and finally Zhu Peng, who was greatly injured, built a perfect foundation within 100 days according to the ancient foundation building method. Just like the word "building a foundation", it has truly built the foundation of cultivation for chasing the ethereal immortal path.

After a long time, Zhu Peng slowly opened his eyes, and there were a bunch of people floating in mid-air as always, which was already the norm for the reincarnation of the infinite horror world. For the "care" of the Middle-earth team, this is even more normal, and it can no longer be normal. (To be continued!)

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