Zila!!

White-purple lightning erupted from Wu Chong's palm, only to hear a 'bang', and the palm mixed with the power of thunder directly pinched the head of the dried corpse into black ash.

"Owner, my subordinates have found the bandit who offended my name Sword Villa." Just killed one, and another popped up next to it. This dry corpse is similar to the image of the dry corpse just now, and they are all wearing the costumes of the Famous Sword Villa. Speaking also retains the way it was alive, which is the inheritance of memory.

Trigger the mechanism when you turn around?

Wu Chong did not respond, but ignored the dried corpse next to him and prepared to push the door out.

When he reached the door, the door that he had entered had turned into a wall.

At the same time, a rope fell from the roof, trying to trap Wu Chong's head, but at his feet, a pair of dry corpse hands reached out and buckled Wu Chong's feet, preventing him from leaving.

A strong smell of pollution began to fill the room.

If it is a martial artist of the Great Apocalypse, this will definitely have a polluted impact, internal and external troubles.

But Wu Chong took a deep breath comfortably.

In the body, the still polluted demon power of the dust has 'lived'. Terrifying power erupted from his body.

The violent pollution power revived from Wu Chong's body like a storm, and his strength, which had been confined to the Qi Cultivation Realm, skyrocketed again. The number of sword mastery techniques he majored in increased again, from twenty-seven to seventy-two, and a violent blood-colored sword qi erupted from him.

The person in the middle was even more like a peerless demon, and swept away the dried corpses that were close to him.

Such a strong smell of pollution made the dried corpses on the opposite side pause.

Their simple thinking couldn't figure out what was going on, why the prey that should have been hunted had a stronger Aragami aura than them.

"Thank you."

Wu Chong, who had regained his strength, punched down.

With this power, Wu Chong didn't bother to search for them one by one.

Let you change in a thousand ways, and I will break it with one punch.

Feet.

The earth shook and the sky above shook with it. He only heard a 'click', and the world was broken open by brute force like a mirror. The corpses that were about to surround him disappeared directly under the aftermath.

Breaking the mirror, Wu Chong saw a pitch-black mirror.

The mirror, lying on the ground, had a slight crack on it. Not far away, the mountain bandits who had lost their time for a long time piled up on the side, looking as if they were starving to death. Elsewhere, there are also Ma Runan and the lost iron cars of Mingjian Villa.

This is the real world.

The place where I entered before was conjured up by this mirror. The borrowed power is the so-called 'Aragami'.

"Find someone and pull the fine iron back."

Wu Chong looked at the people who had just come back to their senses, and there was still some confusion in their eyes, and walked over and picked up the mirror on the ground.

This mirror is the pollutant that is eating away at this place.

Is there anyone behind Wu Chong doesn't know, and he doesn't bother to care, now this place has been broken by him, and the thing is his.

The harvest is good, the sealed demon skill has revived again, and the demon power in the body has become active. With his current image, when he walks into the realm of the Great Apocalypse, others don't need to ask to know that he is a proper demon!

However, this situation began to be suppressed again with the shattering of the mirror world.

This world still can't cultivate demon skills.

This is the root cause of the problem.

The surging demonic power on Wu Chong's body was pressed back into his body under the action of the world. However, the revived demonic power did not disappear again, but was deposited in his body, as if he was sleeping. If you want to mobilize, you also need Wu Chong to take the initiative to wake up.

The power is still there, but it can't be grown, it's a one-time power.

"The demonic power of drawing human skins is enough."

Wu Chong was very satisfied with this harvest.

After instructing them a few words, he left first.

The incident in the crockpot village is definitely not as simple as it seems. A small cottage that no one pays attention to, there is a 'power of the desolate gods' of this level, and the people behind the plots must have bigger plans, Wu Chong and they are implicated for no reason.

Wu Chong didn't ask about these things, and he didn't bother to care about them.

After returning this time, he was ready to go into retreat and draw some human skins, at least to solve the manpower problem. With enough subordinates, you can do more things and plunder more resources. If it was the same as the previous twenty-eight states, his foundation building materials had already been gathered.

"How did we get out?"

Tong Fei, who came back to his senses, looked at the gait next to him, his eyes were still a little dull.

The disciples of the two of them were even more embarrassed, and two of them were already foaming at the mouth. The previous scene was so exciting that it almost didn't carry them away.

"Don't think about it, go back and call someone to move things."

The gait is better, and it has almost recovered.

"You guys, go get the unconscious people over there." The gait gave the two disciples who were still trembling a kick and got up to save people.

Tong Fei, who had eased up, also followed.

......

Famous Sword Villa.

As soon as Wu Chong came back, he found that there were many people around the Famous Sword Villa. After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that today seems to be the day when some kind of life-killing sword came to the door to challenge.

"You're finally here."

At the gate of the Famous Sword Villa, the life-killing sword Yan Nineteen held the sword in his arms, bowed his head slightly, and looked like a peerless swordsman.

Form 2?

Gu Long Fan?

"Draw your sword."

Yan Nineteen's figure flashed, blocking the main entrance of Huizhuang, and the sword in his hand shone in the sun.

"Famous sword autumn water, heavy three or two ......"

"Let's play."

Before Yan Shijiu finished speaking, he saw a slap coming towards him.

Yan Nineteen, who was introducing his sword, was startled, and quickly dodged to avoid it. At the same time, he performs a deadly sword technique to kill the enemy.

The assumption is good.

But the slap was too fast.

The thought of approaching Yan Nineteen had just finished turning, and the slap had already reached his face.

Yan Shijiu, who didn't come back to his senses, was slapped out by Wu Chong in front of everyone, and the sword that he had carefully introduced a second ago was directly thrown off the wall next to him, and the person rolled into the ditch on the edge of the villa like a rag doll, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Wu Chong, who finished smoking people casually, didn't care about the lively outside, and went back to the village directly.

If it was before, Wu Chong wouldn't mind performing as an elder. Go through the process of promoting juniors, but now, he has just subdued a pollutant, and the 'power of the desolate god' in his body has not completely disappeared, if it gets out of control, his identity as a demon will be exposed. In this case, how can you bother with this life-killing sword.

casually slapped the life-killing sword that wanted to make a name for himself away.

With his current strength infinitely close to Zhuji, he has already surpassed the Martial Soul Realm and reached the Golden God Realm on the Martial Dao side. This kind of strength is no different from beating a fledgling life-killing sword.