After understanding this, Zhang Zhongjun didn't know whether he was disappointed or happy, such a complicated mentality was probably related to the vision he had seen before, and he thought that this world was too strong and uneasy. Now the result is that because the vitality of this world is too abundant, even the slightest trick that can attract the vitality can bring about visions.

After knowing this, Zhang Zhongjun sighed with some emotion, I am afraid that with the improvement of his strength and the increase in the breadth of contact, there will be more and more scenes of this kind of anomaly.

Thinking about the scene where the sword and flesh were flying in the past, and then looking at the current scene, Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although Yang Zhaofei's Pai Yun Palm is not very powerful, one palm can only fly one person, but for Yang Zhaofei, this Pai Yun Palm is just like ordinary people clapping, although the power is weak, but it can't be stopped, you can clap endlessly.

And that scene was really good-looking, two at a time, two at a time, two at a time, and countless milky-white, one-meter-high Yuan Qi white palms flew out and blasted towards the White Lotus Sect.

At first, the White Lotus Sect could still fly backwards for several meters with a strange scream, and then the bones got up and continued to roar and rush up.

But with the continuous slapping of the cloud palm on them, after being slapped away several times in a row, the pillar of qi above their heads that was both absorbing their body strength and protecting them was finally scattered.

As soon as the qi pillar dispersed, these White Lotus Sect disciples trembled, and then the degree visible to the naked eye changed from the prime of life to the old man, the black head instantly turned white, and fell silently, the smooth skin was the same as the old bark, and the whole sturdy body also flew into the appearance of only a skeleton supporting a piece of skin.

When the White Lotus disciples saw the changes in their partners, and then saw the changes in themselves, their original unruly expressions all turned into horror, but they only had time to scream a few times, and because all their internal organs were aging and their vitality was exhausted, they directly fell to the ground like dried corpses, and hung up completely.

Yang Zhaofei snorted: "Damn, what I hate most is this kind of weird thing that is called the upper body of the gods, and they must use up their life potential to kill them!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help but want to complain, damn, it's you stupid who has been using the Paiyun Palm all the time, directly slashing them with a knife, I'm afraid that one move will make them have no power to resist. Where would it be like this now, hundreds of palms were slapped to kill these dozen or so White Lotus Sect disciples.

Of course, this can't be said, who let himself be under the protection of Yide Palace now, or more precisely, under the protection of Yang Zhaofei, so let's hold back.

Although Zhang Zhongjun couldn't see the color of Yang Zhaofei's strength on the luck line, which was blocked by the golden light of merit, he could confirm that this was a master who was even more powerful than Chen Yifeng of Fengwutang, and such a master who was obviously a county helmsman was actually just a palace priest of Yide Palace?

From this, it can be seen that the connotation of those religious forces is definitely not comparable to that of gangs, but I just don't know why religious forces with such strength never encroach on the township territory of gang forces.

Although there are places to burn incense in the countryside, the hosts in those temples are ordinary people, and people who are a little capable, if they want to burn incense, they all go to the major temples and palaces in cities above the county seat.

In fact, with these religious forces, a county helmsman who can take out a palace priest is stronger than a gang, and by virtue of the role of faith, it is absolutely very easy to occupy the township.

But this is at your fingertips, and the big fat meat is clearly on the side of your mouth, but you don't want to put your mouth down, it's not one or two, but all religious forces don't attack the township, and there must be something in this that ordinary people don't know.

Just think about it, the court of the Great Chen Dynasty actually sat back and watched the countryside being divided by gangs and the faith being co-opted by various sects, and they guarded the city to live a good life, without the attitude of a unified dynasty at all, which is really weird.

Zhang Zhongjun threw these things aside, and looked at the guy who had directly improved his strength to the so-called early stage of the marrow washing realm by borrowing the life force of his partner.

This former leader of the White Lotus Sect, after his strength increased, he had been standing on the side, as if he felt the pleasure of his own strength improvement, and he simply ignored the death behavior of his subordinates.

Zhang Zhongjun looked at the top of the other party's head, and the large cloud qi, after the previous toss, had shrunk to the size of his head, and it continued to shrink, looking at that appearance, in the end, it must be directly attached to the natal line of that leader.

But what made Zhang Zhongjun weird was that at this time, not only did the golden thread of merit that bind that group of luck disappear, but the merit aura that the leader originally had mixed with the depraved qi also disappeared, and now this collar is completely in a demonic state, and his whole body is shrouded in the aura of depravity.

Damn, this merit and golden qi flew away, right? It definitely flew away, and I didn't see any consumption before.

Also, if this merit and gold qi fly away, then where will it go? This thing is like the cloth circulating in the market, as long as it is not used for tailoring, or if it is not consumed, then it will always exist!

When he was thinking about it, Yang Zhaofei had already started a fight with the White Lotus Sect leader, Yang Zhaofei didn't seem to have any other tricks, he was still flying around, and that White Lotus Sect also had the means, but it was pitch-black fists bombarding everywhere.

This time it was even more ferocious than the previous battle, because when the black fist and the white palm print collided with each other, they would explode into a violent wind, and the sound and light effects were very good, and even the dirt on both sides of the road would be blown up, and the plants on both sides would be unlucky to break down.

The effect of the two fights is very good, but it is just a drain of strength after fighting for so long, and there are no scars on both of them.

And the sharp-eyed Zhang Zhongjun also had a terrible thing, when Yang Zhaofei and the White Lotus Sect started fighting, they cursed each other, but Zhang Zhongjun appeared, when they stopped, their mouths would occasionally open and close slightly, as if they were talking about something with their lips.

Zhang Zhongjun can understand lip language, after all, this is the basic function of the nobles, but many times they turn their backs to their side and only say to each other, if it weren't for their fighting actions that forced them to turn around, Zhang Zhongjun would not have been able to see them talking to each other.

Once there was this, Zhang Zhongjun's goosebumps came out, thinking about this leader sitting back and watching the disciples being killed, thinking about him by encountering the enemy and activating to absorb the essence of the sect members to improve himself. Think about Yang Zhaofei and his acting again, damn it, the water in this world is really deep! There are so many weird things in just a prefecture-level area, so if it rises to the whole country, wouldn't it be even more chilling? !

(End of chapter)

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