Chapter 273: I Am the Demon (1)

The remnant sun is like blood, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled between heaven and earth, as if it has put on a blood-colored gauze for the Xixia Plain. The breeze is blowing, the grass is swaying, and there is peace and tranquility between heaven and earth.

However, somewhere in the Western Xia Plain, there was a great battle going on, oh no, with a series of explosions ringing out, that great battle had officially ended.

The dust fell to the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there was a mess everywhere, and cracks continued to extend forward on the ground, crisscrossing and shocking, so that people knew at a glance that there must have been a fierce battle here just now.

A young man in a blue robe stood quietly on this messy land, his eyes were as calm as water, his face was neither sad nor joyful, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations, like an emotionless wooden man.

On the ground in front of the young man, lay four men in black robes, their faces pale, their eyes showing a little frightened, a trace of blood left at the corners of their mouths, their chests heaving, grinning and panting.

"Say, who sent you?" Zhang Huaming's eyes that couldn't see the slightest sadness and joy fell on the four men in black robes, and asked expressionlessly.

"Hmph, you're going to die of this heart, ahem...... We're not going to tell you. A man in black wanted to sneer to show his disdain for Zhang Huaming, but he accidentally touched the wound, coughed several times before he eased his breath, and said in a gloomy tone.

"Everything is not more than three, Lao Tzu does not have enough patience to play this boring game with you, if you decide to insist on stubbornly resisting to the end, then don't blame me for being polite. Zhang Huaming's eyes gradually narrowed, and a cold light that made people palpitate flashed in his deep eyes.

The four black-clothed men were shocked when they saw Zhang Huaming's terrifying eyes bursting out of murder, and their already frightened eyes showed a look of fear, and their bodies subconsciously struggled back a few steps back.

In the past, they had only heard of how powerful and awesome the undefeated god of war of the Xia Dynasty Empire was, but they had never really seen it, and they didn't believe it in their hearts, after all, the legend was too mysterious, and they really couldn't believe that a person's cultivation strength would be so rebellious.

Especially after seeing Zhang Huaming with his own eyes, he found that he was young and less than 30 years old, and he was even more convinced that the legends about him were all added to the fire and used by others to spread false rumors and exaggerate propaganda, and he was a vain character who was almost deified.

However, after a big battle, they were stunned to find that there was no void under the fame, and this Zhang Huaming in front of him had a terrifying strength that was even more terrifying than the legend, and even the four martial artists who joined forces to strangle the strong men of the Martial God Realm had become so vulnerable in his hands, and his cultivation strength was unfathomable, and he had already reached the point where the world could not match him, and the legends that circulated among the people were only the tip of the iceberg exposed on his body.

There are people outside the sky, and they finally understand that this eternal truth is not just the nonsense of the sages and predecessors.

What is the concept of a young man who is less than thirty years old, but has a cultivation that surpasses that of a strong person in the realm of martial gods?

The four black-clothed men couldn't imagine how this Zhang Huaming cultivated, knowing that their master, Murong Xuanhua, the most mysterious Mass Sect Leader in the Xiyuan Empire, was only extremely difficult to break through the Martial God Realm and reach the Daoist Realm at the age of a hundred years.

A hundred-year-old who broke through the realm of martial arts, and a young powerhouse who surpassed the martial god before the age of thirty, the gap between the two is vastly different, and you can see which is better and which is worse at a glance.

In the face of Zhang Huaming's coercion and intimidation, the four of them were nervous and frightened, but when they thought of the terrifying methods of Master Murong Xuanhua, they had palpitations and a chill in their backs. If they want to choose between the two, they would rather die in the hands of Zhang Huaming than fall into the hands of Shizun, which is really better than death. ...,

"There's a kind of you just killing a few of us, trying to knock something out of our mouths, don't even think about it. The black-clothed man led by him endured the internal organs of the river and the sea, and said with great disdain, his words were full of provocations, as if he was trying to provoke Zhang Huaming, so that he could kill himself and others in anger and end their lives.

"Want to die?" Zhang Huaming was slightly stunned, with his realm and Dao heart, he could naturally sense the intention of the four black-clothed people to seek death. Ants still steal life, let alone people. They weren't going to kill the killer yet, they couldn't wait to find death.

"Since you want to die so much, then I will simply fulfill you. Zhang Huaming's cold gaze slowly swept over the faces of the four of them one by one, and a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. There are countless ways to kill people, and there are also countless ways to torture people, and to get rid of these people is a piece of cake for Zhang Huaming.

"If you want to kill and kill, where is there so much nonsense, grinding and chirping like a girl. A man in black said defiantly.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down. Zhang Huaming's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he smiled gloomily, his expression revealing a ruthless look.

When the four men in black saw Zhang Huaming's appearance, they suddenly jumped in their hearts for some reason, and they had a faint sense of foreboding.

In the shocked gaze of the four black-clothed men, Zhang Huaming raised his right hand, and wisps of white silk gas came out of his fingertips, wrapped around his fingertips, looming, weird and abnormal, and on the tips of his left index finger, there was a trace of black silk qi, and the appearance was different from the white silk qi except for the color, and there was nothing special about it.

"You...... What do you want to do?" A man in black looked at Zhang Huaming's left and right hands, black and white, two completely different silk gases, especially he faintly felt that the trace of black silk seemed to contain a palpitating breath of death, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you want to die? A strange smile appeared on Zhang Huaming's face, looking at the life force and death power in his hand that were diametrically opposite, but could also cause death to the enemy.

Zhang Huaming slowly paced step by step to the four black-clothed men, squatted down, looked down at the black-clothed man in front of him condescendingly, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what this is?"

"No...... I don't know, and I don't want to know. The man in black stared at the two wisps of silk of different colors, and replied stubbornly.

"Then why don't you give it a try, you'll enjoy it. Zhang Huaming was like a devil from the Nine Hells, with a harmless smile on his face, and he said words that were not painful, but the killing intent in his tone made people shudder.

The black silk on the tip of the index finger of his left hand fluttered like the wind and fell on the arm of the man in black, silently sinking into it.

"Ahh

An earth-shattering howl like killing a pig suddenly sounded, and in the incredible eyes of the other three black-clothed people, I saw that the arm that had just been submerged in black silk qi suddenly underwent an incredible change, and I saw that the arm that was originally pale without a trace of blood was changing extremely strangely, and the muscles gradually atrophied, as if someone had drained their vitality and vitality, and became shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Ten fingers are still connected to the heart, not to mention the whole arm, the man in black can't bear the heart-rending pain from the arm, gritted his teeth and persevered, but in the end he still couldn't bear the miserable howl.

Seeing such a strange change in an intact arm, the faces of the other three men in black suddenly changed, extremely ugly, the expressions on their faces kept changing, and the corners of their mouths kept twitching.

Time passed very quickly, and in less than a moment, the originally thick arm of the man in black had shrunk to only skin and bones, and a piece of skin was tightly attached to the bone, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as thin as wood. ...,

With the huge pain on his arm, the man in black gritted his teeth and persevered, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks, his chest and back were already soaked with sweat, and the sharp pain in his arm made him feel on the verge of collapse.

"Don't be afraid, this arm of yours won't be scrapped so easily. The smile on Zhang Huaming's face was as bright as a flower, and the smile was even worse, and the end was weird and abnormal.

"There's a ...... You...... You're going to kill me. The man in black spit out word by word from his mouth.

"You see, it's starting to change again. Zhang Huaming put the white silk qi on his right hand, and the black-clothed man had shrunk to only the skinny arm, and the breath of life revealed by the vitality made people suddenly feel refreshed. Zhang Huaming's voice fell, and he saw that the arm that had been abolished was really as Zhang Huaming said, and began to regain its vitality little by little, and it was back to its previous healthy appearance after a while.

The black silk that exudes the breath of death can make a good arm shrink, but the white silk that carries the breath of life can restore the shrunken arm.

Seeing this extremely strange scene, the four men in black couldn't help but be stunned, their eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and one mouth was open enough to stuff several eggs.

What kind of strange power is this? It can not only shrink and wither, but also restore the dead arm?

Looking at this unbelievable scene, the four men in black were already shocked. Since they had been cultivating martial arts since they were children, such a strange thing had never been heard of or seen, and if they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes today, they wouldn't even believe that such an incredible thing existed in this world.

"This ...... What's going on?" As if sensing the power of the two silk qi, one black and one white, the already pale faces of the four black-clothed people suddenly became even paler, and they subconsciously asked in trembling voices.

If Zhang Huaming applied these two strange energies to himself, allowing himself to continue to experience death and rebirth, the pain would be more unbearable than death, and it would be better to be truly alive than dead.

"Don't you want to die? Zhang Huaming's smile suddenly froze, his face was gloomy, and he said with a hideous face.