On the big screen in the center, a terrifying scene appeared.

Like the hand of God falling from the sky, the entire Fort Knox was crushed to the ground.

The twenty or thirty-meter-high superstructure disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a huge palm print, pitch black as ink, terrifying and deep.

"I haven't used the Moro Mudra for many years, I think when I was young, I used this trick to sweep away how many strong enemies!" Lu Zheng sighed quietly.

As a combat skill at the lower level of the earth, the Moro Mahamudra can only deal with enemies below the Yuan Dan stage. Since stepping into the upper echelons of the Immortal Cultivation Realm in his previous life, he no longer used this weak combat technique.

However, in the hands of Lu Zheng now, the Moro Mudra is definitely the most powerful combat skill for the cultivation of Jindan in the early stage, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, instantly leveling the entire Knox Castle!

"What about the artist, isn't he the strongest of the Museum's, where is he, what is he?" asked General Colis, nervously.

That terrible freak, a special product of the "museum".

Once, they wanted to gather all the powerful special abilities, concentrate them on one person, and shape him into a human god, using the power of science to create an artificial god.

This top-secret plan can be said to have succeeded or failed.

The only result is the "Artist", who has up to thirteen anomalous abilities that can easily defeat the combined attacks of the Museum's second to fifteenth abilities.

However, his personality is complex and changeable, sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal, and simply uncontrollable.

This is also the reason why the military trapped him in Fort Knox, not wanting to destroy such a precious man-made false god, but also not daring to release him.

For General Colis, even if the entire superstructure of Fort Knox is destroyed, it doesn't matter, anyway, it will not affect the underground treasury.

Among them, the most precious is the artist, the ultimate product of a hundred years of psychic research, a man-made pseudo-god with serious flaws.

"Sir, I found it, I should ...... It's ......"

The operator said, zooming in on a red dot on the screen.

It was a fuzzy and sticky mass, which was slapped into flesh and mud by Lu Zheng.

However, on the screen, the mass suddenly squirmed, as if it was alive, constantly combining, and rapidly reborn.

Soon, a man with a red fruit reappeared.

Sassy long blonde hair, fair skin, well-defined basins, and angular muscles.

This body is like a perfect work of art in the world, surpassing all international first-line male models, enough to make countless women fall in love with it and go crazy for it.

He said elegantly: "This honorable gentleman, can you give me a dress, I don't like to kill people naked!"

Artist!

The transcendent work of the "museum", a terrifying character who was beaten into mud on the spot and can be resurrected on the spot.

"No need. Lu Zheng said calmly.

Even when he saw a mess of rotten meat, resurrected and reborn in front of his eyes, the expression on his face still did not fluctuate at all.

Not to mention the reorganization of flesh and blood, Lu Zheng even saw it when he was reborn with blood and thousands of incarnations, and even killed it!

The artist's ability is nothing compared to the kind of world-famous powerhouse who can bombard hundreds of millions of powders and turn into the same number of billions of doppelgangers, and even the level of children is far inferior.

"Why?" the artist asked, confused.

However, he quickly became enlightened, as if he understood, something.

"Oh, I see, you're letting me get it myself, right?" the artist sighed, "Well, you don't want to think about it, what if your blood stains your clothes?"

The artist's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, revealing murderous intentions.

Rumble!

Before he could take a step, Lu Zheng's second Moro mudra exploded.

The Palm of the Destruction of the World, carrying a monstrous ferocity, is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, surging and agitating, crushing everything!

With just one blow, Fort Knox, which was razed to the ground, sank three meters again, and the artist, who was just about to do it, also turned into a mess of rotten meat again, as muddy as mud.

"You're so strong, it's kind of me off. ”

The artist's flesh squirmed, and a slightly angry sound sounded.

Rumble!

It's another Mahamudra of Moro.

The artist's body, which had just recovered halfway, was once again smashed into bloody mud by Lu Zheng.

"You, you, you...... I'm really angry, you're looking for death, I'm going to ...... you"

Before the artist's roar could be finished, the Moro Mahamudra descended again.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

Bombarded again and again, Fort Knox continued to sink under Lu Zheng's Moro handprint.

Three, five, eight, twelve......

In the huge pit, the mass of flesh and blood continued to wriggle.

However, it is shrinking and shrinking, and every time Lu Zheng kills, it shrinks in a circle.

After more than a dozen bombardments, the artist's flesh and blood were only a small lump the size of a palm, and he was obviously trembling, fearing, and afraid.

It has already been killed by Lu Zheng, and if it continues to bombard, it will disappear forever and die completely.

Even if the flesh and blood are reconstituted and resurrected, it needs to consume a lot of energy, and with the artist's current strength, he can only be reborn five times in a row at most.

An ordinary enemy doesn't even have a chance to kill him once, let alone kill him five times in a row.

However, Lu Zheng is different.

With his powerful mana, even if he casts dozens or even hundreds of Moro mudras in one go, he can completely support it.

Lu Zheng took one step, and in an instant, he came to the artist's only remaining flesh and blood.

He pinched it with five fingers, and the artist who was invincible just now said coldly: "Do you only have this strength? Before I finish warming up, you are no longer good." ”

The mass of flesh and blood squirmed and trembled, as if begging Lu Zheng for mercy.

As long as he is allowed to live and return to the "museum", in three years at most, that terrible artist can be reborn again.

Among his many special abilities, "immortality" is the most powerful one.

Most of the attacks in the world are difficult to kill him completely.

"Do you want to live?" asked Lu Zheng.

The mass of flesh squirmed out of a small head and nodded.

"Well, I'll fulfill you. Lu Zheng said with a sneer.

The mass of flesh and blood was immediately excited, like a traveler in the desert, who was about to die of thirst, finally saw an oasis not far away, and if he took a few more steps, he would have survived.

The first water group (619431203) in this book, welcome to the big water ratio!

(End of chapter)