When that muffled sound sounded, it was the time when the atmosphere of the entire Lin'an City was the most enthusiastic.

The fanaticism of Zhang Chuyi's followers spread rapidly, so that the whole city was in a frenzied excitement.

Because everyone knew very well that Dean Zhang Chuyi, who believed in them like a god, fought back very effectively this time, not only took off the hat that had slandered his head before, but instead clubbed the enemy in the position of the anti-thief, and would completely kill the other party in two days.

This is too relieving, how can the congregants who have been aggrieved for so long not be fanatical and excited.

If there is concentration in fanatical excitement, the group of people closest to Zhang Chuyi is undoubtedly the most concentrated.

But the moment this muffled sound sounded, this group of people was also the first to hear the movement, looking at the blood flower that bloomed on Dean Zhang's skull, their fanatical expressions suddenly seemed to freeze, as if an invisible hand was holding their throats.

Because the picture is too terrifying and terrifying.

Along with the blood flower, Zhang Chuyi's crooked body and a collapsed head appeared, as if a porcelain had been smashed into a hole by a fine stone.

The friction between the bullet and the flesh and bones in his head amplified the sound a lot, but it also meant that he was not dead.

For a moment, the flesh in his head seemed to be alive, and it squirmed, as if it was about to push the bullet out.

In the thousand-eyed mirror, Jing Yue, who saw this scene, did not hesitate at all and pulled the trigger again.

In the next moment, Zhang Chuyi, whose body fell to the ground in embarrassment, obviously sensed something, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the stunned fanatical believers around him were sucked by him and stacked in front of him.

Bang Bang Bang!

The thick wall of people was torn apart by bullets, and blood flowers bloomed like rain, making a terrible wail, looking like pieces of raw flesh that had been strung together.

Yes, in just an instant, they were treated as a meat shield by Dean Zhang, who was worshiped as a god.

Looking down from above, the picture of the entire Lin'an City is a little strange.

The circle with Zhang Chuyi as the core was already full of horror and wailing, but the people outside were still excitedly carnivaling and running to tell each other, and even invited to watch the battle the day after tomorrow.

Seeing the innocent believers being pierced by bullets, Jing Yue, who has always been kind-hearted, pulled the trigger again.

Bang Bang Bang!

Another string of flesh and blood exploded, and Zhang Chuyi rolled and dodged while wrapping himself in embarrassment.

Jing Yue withdrew his hand, put the new "Broken Water Flow" into the box, and left behind his back.

Where he had stood before, there was only a scorching air.

He knew that the first shot failed to incapacitate Zhang Chuyi, and it would be more difficult to hit the second shot.

If this kind of master is alert, he can be guarded just from the sound of breaking the air, and his first shot happened to hit the other party when he was arrogant and narcissistic, so he would shoot his head so easily.

I have to say that this junior high school is really good, the flesh in his brain has been exercised, and he can resist bullets.

But this is enough for Jing Yue, at least Zhang Chuyi was not lightly injured, and he just announced that he would face off against him the day after tomorrow.

No matter how you look at it, you won't suffer by yourself.

So the tragedy of being "shot" here is still wailing, and Jingyue over there has resolutely responded to the battle.

"The scum who deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors is always the scum! Jing Yue is not afraid of shameless provocations, whoever doesn't come is the eighth king of death!"

Zhang Chu had a headache and returned to his residence.

His head was literally swollen because something was embedded in it and burning, and he felt a terrible pain.

He hadn't felt this level of pain in years, his whole face was red and covered with sweat.

If it weren't for the fact that his Five Elements Technique had been cultivated to the cerebral marrow, I am afraid that he would be more than lucky on the spot.

Zhang Chuyi, who had a headache, quickly got the response that gave him a headache, and couldn't help but scold the first disciple Zhang Sanqian angrily: "Get out!"

Zhang Sanqian looked at the bloody hole on Shizun's head, and retreated in fear.

Zhang Chuyi lit three pillars of sandalwood

, one of the pillars was directly *** in the Fengfu acupoint of his neck, and after that, he hurriedly sat cross-legged and ran his true qi.

There were some fine dust in the air, which swirled gently in the sun, and the next moment, a circle of ripples appeared on Zhang Chu's body.

The flesh from his hole began to beat, and with the previous blow, his skull shattered, and his brain was blasted out a little, so that he felt a tingling pain in his brain as soon as he used it.

But now he didn't use his brain, but used his instinct to run the Five Elements Method.

As the flesh from the wound pulsed, the flesh gradually changed shape, sometimes like sticky mud, sometimes like solid sand, sometimes almost into flowing slurry, which looked disgusting and magical.

The strong scent of sandalwood in the room could not hide the smell of blood.

For a moment, those bloody qi seemed to have turned into substance, flowing down the brain hole.

With a click, a long cylindrical piece of metal fell from the hole in the brain, making a clear sound.

For a while, the brain hole was like a spring of blood.

Zhang Chuyi looked pained and continued to operate the exercises.

At the hole, the flesh swelled up like cotton for a while, blocking the gap.

wiped the blood from his head, Zhang Chuyi lay straight down, and his whole face looked much older.

He picked up the metal, which was still hot until now, sniffed it, and wondered, "Danni? Not like?"

After that, his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he muttered, "That jade embryo."

Yes, he had to get that jade embryo.

After that, Zhang Chuyi pressed on a certain brick in the room, and a dark secret passage appeared on the ground.

Zhang Chuyi's figure quickly disappeared into the secret passage.

In the slightly damp underground, a jade bed appeared in sight, extremely similar to the one that was destroyed by Jing Yue before.

This jade bed looks quite complete, there are no obvious cracks, but the jade body is covered with dark red lines, like blood vessels, to fill the entire inside of the bed.

Zhang Chuyi lay on it, and as he inhaled, those "blood vessels" seemed to penetrate into his flesh and skin.

The next moment, the blood vessels on his body appeared like pythons, and the flesh and blood on his brain began to beat, gradually becoming smooth from the protruding terrifying state.

Two hours later, Zhang Chuyi let out a long breath and woke up, the wound on his head was still very conspicuous, and there was a black gas between his eyebrows.

"That jade embryo must be obtained as soon as possible!"

His eyes bulged out and he was talking to himself, his voice echoing in the darkness of the earth with a terrifying sound.

Until this moment, he still didn't dare to use his brain too much, the feeling of being burned inside his head was still there, and half of his head was as drowsy as mud.

But he knew his purpose very well.

Jing Yue must die, and the sect can only be forcibly retracted, so that the jade embryo can be obtained.

This is still his time, and he must live forever.