Chapter 1131    Blooding in the seven orifices, mutation!

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Chen Dong's body shook and hesitated.

He personally experienced the impact he suffered when he remembered the inheritance of Tianlang's martial arts body.

However, because of "The Nine Sky Shocking Dragon", he did not understand it in his early memory.

But... Mr. Zhang is not him in front of him.

The age and physique are very different.

Just the first pattern of the first Tianlang martial arts body made Mr. Zhang notice the impact. If you continue...

"dad……"

Zhang Wudao begged.

Mr. Zhang looked at the stone statue in front of him with a bright look: "Since it is a great merit for all people, I will also get this merit with this residual body in exchange for the long-lasting prosperity of the thief and the prosperity of the territory!"

The words are sonorous and powerful, with the indomitable intention of decisive death.

"Chen Dong, continue!"

Huo Zhenxiao frowned and said in a deep voice.

The essence of martial arts inheritance that gathers the hundreds of races outside the domain. If it can be printed, it will be a great blessing for the entire domain!

This is no different, and it directly digs out the martial arts foundations of hundreds of tribes outside the domain!

"Old senior, hold on!"

Chen Dong took a deep breath, then his eyes became empty and he fell into memories again.

Then, he raised his right hand and continued to outline the place where he had just stopped.

In the practice room, a slight chiseling sounded again.

But this time, both Chen Dong and Mr. Zhang's speed were slower than before.

Mr. Zhang is trying to follow Chen Dong's speed.

Chen Dong, on the other hand, considered that Mr. Zhang's body slowed down, first, it could allow Mr. Zhang to adapt longer, and second, after slowing down, he could better ensure Mr. Zhang's safety.

With the chiseling of human figures.

The pain on Mr. Zhang's face became stronger and stronger, and his brows became deeper and deeper.

All of this fell clearly into the eyes of Huo Zhenxiao and Zhang Wudao.

Huo Zhenxiao looked cold and frowned.

Zhang Wudao was even more worried, but he didn't dare to come forward to stop him.

He knew that his father's chiseling was not only a great merit in the domain, but also a merit of the thief!

Today's thief... requires such merit!

Even if it is life-deserved.

Time passes slowly.

A human figure pattern.

Two human figures.

...

Chen Dong did not stop, and Mr. Zhang never stopped.

For Chen Dong, who is immersed in memories, in order to ensure that he is foolproof, he must focus on himself.

As Mr. Zhang became more and more human figures, the impact he felt became stronger and stronger.

Strange and absurd suppression.

It is impossible to understand or explain.

It is obviously just a chisel, it is obviously just an engraving.

With Mr. Zhang's old body, it is even more difficult to resist this strange suppression now.

Sudden.

Mr. Zhang, who was focused on chiseling and engraving, trembled, and his face, which was covered in wind and frost, instantly showed a look of pain.

Quietly, a stream of blood scattered out of Mr. Zhang's mouth and flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"dad……"

Zhang Wudao's expression changed drastically and he was about to step forward immediately.

But just one step forward.

A big hand stretched out from the slant and grabbed Zhang Wudao with one hand.

Zhang Wudao turned his head and looked at Huo Zhenxiao, about to speak.

Huo Zhenxiao, who had a cold and solemn expression, said in a deep voice: "Don't go over!"

"With this merit, I will be happy with the goalkeeper..."

The low laughter echoed in the practice room.

Mr. Zhang's mouth was raised and he smiled freely, but the chisel in his hand was not stopped.

And Chen Dong, the same is true.

More and more patterns are carved out.

As more and more carved patterns are carved, the greater the impact on Mr. Zhang.

Blood was everywhere, and it kept flowing down from his mouth, dyeing Mr. Zhang's clothes red.

Mr. Zhang's face turned white quickly, but his eyes were brighter and more determined.

Dangdangdangdang...

The slight sound of chiseling strikes was like thunder rolling in the practice room at this moment.

Zhang Wudao's eyes were filled with tears, and his majestic body was trembling faintly, and hesitated for a moment.

Huo Zhenxiao frowned and looked ugly, but his left hand always grabbed Zhang Wudao to prevent Zhang Wudao from rushing up suddenly and breaking everything there is.

Time passes slowly.

Chen Dong's eyes were always empty and immersed in memories. His right index finger slowly outlined with the pattern in his memory.

Even his speed had slowed down a lot at the beginning.

But as Mr. Zhang was hit harder and more severely, his speed of attack became slower and slower, and he could no longer keep up with Chen Dong's speed.

Not only that.

Mr. Zhang's hands also trembled, trembling slightly, but could not control them.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of chiseling.

Blood also flowed out of Mr. Zhang's nose, and even his eyes were congested and turned red.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang became extremely ferocious.

And on the other side.

Zhang Wudao's body kept trembling. If Huo Zhenxiao hadn't pulled him, he would have already rushed up.

He is not stupid, but he is very smart when he can inherit the mantra of a stonemason at the eight generals of the thief.

The initial confusion has been enlightened and suddenly enlightened.

This human body, the pattern of that human body, has a strange and terrifying suppression force.

This kind of suppression is directly applied to the father who was chiseled with the pattern!

With my father's age, if I forcefully carved it, maybe... after today, I will be put into the loess!

As a son, how can you be willing to see your father die?

But no one found it.

Huo Zhenxiao, who was holding Zhang Wudao tightly, also entered a strange and strange state at this moment.

While still, Huo Zhenxiao's face turned pale, like white paper, and his lips became strangely scarlet.

His eyes were filled with great fear.

Such a reaction is strange and terrifying, and there is no reason to explain it.

Moreover, Zhang Wudao, the only bystander, was still focused on Mr. Zhang.

"Ho ho...ho ho..."
To be continued...