Using dark surgery to remove the virus from Qingyun's body was several times higher than the time and effort it would take to repair the damage on her body.

Zhang Chen consumed Ye Ying's entire body, and then completely removed the virus that he had made.

This situation made Zhang Chen feel a little cold sweat in his heart, and secretly thought, "Sure enough, for dark surgery, it is easier to repair physical damage, and things like spell damage or negative BuFF are much more difficult to deal with." ”

Secretly alert to this situation, Zhang Chen was also a little frightened by the creations under his hands.

That virus was an imaginary thing that he had been working on for a long time in the previous world, and now that he was using it for the first time, the effect was much weaker than his guess, but it could also easily kill the old evil god who was rampant and domineering in this world, and almost no one could match!

This kind of invisible and untouchable thing is indeed the most powerful enemy of mankind, even his creator Chen himself quickly decided in his heart that he would never open this Pandora's box if he did not encounter a situation that was too excessive in the future.

Qingyun leaned on the bed with a slump on her body, and because she was stimulated a lot during the treatment, she looked like pink skin and sweat.

Her chest kept rising and falling, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it under her, but she woke up in time and stopped her hand.

Qingyun's body has left some sequelae.

The little sarcomas that grew in her body were already deeply rooted at this time, and although they were no longer a representative of the disease, they would not disappear, and they would take root forever.

Of course, in Zhang Chen's mind, this is really not a bad thing.

"Your man will definitely be very happy in the future." Zhang Chen said with a smile, "This kind of body structure that can be called a treasure, but few people are qualified to have it. ”

"But, my man, isn't it you, Young Master Yong?" Qingyun winked at Zhang Chen and laughed.

The death of Ye Sakura and the old evil god undoubtedly let go of the shackles in Qingyun's heart completely, she looked a little relaxed, and her expression was somewhat naughty.

Zhang Chen shook his head and said, "I'm not your man, and you don't belong to me alone." You should belong to more people......"

"Like a night party?" Qingyun asked with a smile.

Her smile was still bright, but Zhang Chen could see the chill hidden in her eyes.

"It's not just the night banquet, it's the countless people standing behind those nobles in the night banquet!" Zhang Chen spread out his palms in front of her and squeezed them hard, "From today on, you are the host of the night banquet, not the host who pleases those nobles and controls a group of waiters, but the host who helps the waiters enslave the nobles and squeeze all their money and interests!" ”

Qingyun's pupils contracted slightly, it was the first time she had heard someone explain the night banquet like this.

"Young Master Yong...... What you say, is it true? ”

"Of course it's true, I think, and you think, it should be true, right?" Zhang Chen laughed.

Shaking his head, he nodded again, and Qingyun said word by word, "I never thought about this situation, I always thought that the night banquet was a hell, a hell for a group of waiters who had been enslaved since childhood. However, after hearing what you said, Young Master Yong, I suddenly felt that in my heart, I might want this answer very much! The feast is hell, but why must it be a hell for waiters! ”

"He's supposed to be hell for those nobles!"

In unison, the two said at the same time, and immediately laughed together.

"Okay, I still need to deal with the funeral of the old thing, you take a rest first, and when you have the strength, tidy up the corpse on the ground, and then, get ready to take office!" Zhang Chen kicked the corpse that had almost become a dead wood under his feet, and Shi Shiran walked out of the room.

Naturally, the funeral of the old evil god could not be quiet.

One hundred heirs, and ninety-nine of them are here at this time, they gathered in the mourning hall together, wearing linen and filial piety, and their desolate appearance can be said to be moving, and people can't help but admire, "What a group of good sons!" ”

However, the scene did not last a few minutes.

When Zhang Chen walked into the mourning hall, almost all the heirs stood up, surrounded Zhang Chen tightly, glared at him coldly, and began to reprimand him.

"Xicheng Yong, as the biological son of the old evil god, you actually came to the mourning hall until now, and you are not wearing filial piety clothes, what qualifications do you have to stay in the Rakshasa Sect for a person like you who does not talk about heaven and earth!"

"Hmph, I think you killed the old evil god! The old evil god has strong martial arts, and he has never had problems with his body, but fortunately, your maid died violently, if it wasn't for you, who else would it be! ”

"You bastard! You are still qualified to come here, aren't you afraid that we will kill you to worship the spirit of the old evil god in the sky! ”

This group of people are all righteous sons, if the old evil god is here, according to the old evil god's preferences, there may be hope of becoming the heir.

But now that the old evil god is dead, and the heir has not been designated, it is impossible to say that Xicheng Yong, the son of the old evil god, will be pushed to a high position, how can they sit idly by?

However, if Zhang Chen could be defeated by words alone, he would have no face to stand here.

"Fart!" Zhang Chen snorted lukewarmly, stepped forward, turned around directly, and stood in front of the coffin of the old evil god.

Then, he slowly reached out and grabbed the bronze mask that had been placed in front of the old evil god's tablet in his hand.

This is the highest symbol representing the position of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, and there is only one side in the entire Rakshasa Sect!

"Stop!"

"Presumptuous!"

"What do you want to do!"

When he grabbed it, even the four people who were standing on the side, the sword demon, the flying demon, the stick demon and the old demon, their bodies moved slightly, and their eyes were firmly fixed on Zhang Chen, beware of him doing something excessive.

Zhang Chen wanted to bring the mask to his face like this, but he knew that he still lacked a name now.

So, he held the mask high and shouted, "You sue me, look at this thing, what do you see? Did you see the voice and smile of the old thing lying in this coffin, or did you see the heroic achievements of the ancestors of the Rakshasa Sect? Bullshit! ”

"When will the Rakshasa Sect pay attention to the morality of heaven, earth and man, and when will it be the etiquette norms, among the Rakshasa Sect, only strength comes first! You have the strength to kill the sect leader, of course you can become the sect leader, you can't do it, even if you sit in the position of the sect leader, you are just a mess of garbage, you will be kicked in the ass at any time and removed from your position! ”

There was a roar that suddenly made the group of heirs shut their mouths.

Although their faces were unwilling, their eyes lit up one after another.

"You mean, among our group, as long as we choose the strongest person, no matter what his status, he can become the sect leader?" One of the heirs asked.

Zhang Chen sneered, "You ask the others!" ”

The others, of course, are the four demons.

But the four demons are clearly in a neutral position at this time, with their mouths closed, or they look up at the sky, and close their eyes to recuperate, where will they pay attention to them?

However, the four demons have no opinion, and for these heirs, it undoubtedly represents recognition.

Soon, a tall man, with his head shaved to a plate and erected on his head one by one, suddenly flew out, slapped his palms forward hard, and roared loudly, "Xicheng Yong, let me see what you are capable of!" ”

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, he recognized that this guy was one of the thirteen people who were made soft by him and lost under Xichengxiu.

This person was able to make a move under Xicheng Xiu at the beginning, and his strength was obviously good.

But Zhang Chen was not afraid.

He retreated slightly, and immediately dodged the man's blow, and at the same time, lifted his knee and pushed it directly against the man's chest, and the huge force burst out, directly shaking the man back, and retreating more than ten steps backwards, and finally failed to unload all the strength, and lay on the ground with a pop.

His defeat did not stop others from attacking.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people rushed forward, but they couldn't even wait for the wheel battle, and eagerly surrounded and stepped forward, wanting to take Zhang Chen's life!

Zhang Chen's face suddenly burst into laughter.

His palm technique originates from the knife technique, and his knife technique is the plum blossom knife method in the textile union through the exercise of guò change, the best is to find the weakness, a fatal blow, in the face of siege, not only does not have any disadvantages, even, in a certain way, on the contrary, he takes advantage of the most!

Bang Bang Bang!

Xun's hands waved, the hand knife quickly slashed out, and in the blink of an eye, it was a blow on the cheeks of more than a dozen people, and directly hit their mouths full of yellow teeth flying, as if it was a heavy rain, evenly sprinkled on the ground around them, and actually drew a complete circle!

In an instant, Zhang Chen's hand knife turned into a palm, and the crackling was a fan on the heads of this group of people, directly knocking them out.

Perhaps because of the fun of the fight, Zhang Chen didn't even wait for others to follow this time, and directly threw himself into the crowd, staggering his hands and knives. In the blink of an eye, rows of people quickly lay on the ground, everyone's body was not light or heavy, but just the right blow, the strength disappeared completely, don't say that the battle, is the blink of an eye, it is all laborious!

"Die!"

Zhang Chen let out a loud shout, seeing that his palm was about to go down and smash the head of an heir, suddenly, a shout suddenly sounded.

"We throw in the towel!"

Zhang Chen turned his head to look, but it was Xicheng Temple paralyzed in a wheelchair.

"You haven't fallen yet, what are you doing admitting defeat?" Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and smiled.

"A loss is a loss, and we admit our defeat." Xicheng Temple waved his arm vigorously, "Although the Rakshasa Sect does not pay attention to morality, but staining blood on the mourning hall is not a good thing after all, right?" Yong ...... Nishijo Master! ”

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