Zhang Jiayong deliberately showed a look of struggle, as if he was really hesitating whether to leave, fearing that he would lose his life.

Seeing Zhang Jiayong's expression, Kong Hongcai was very satisfied. He thought that Jiang was still so hot that he simply scared his opponent.

"Okay, then I'll leave." Zhang Jiayong finally turned around and left with a look of reluctance on his face.

Kong Hongcai wanted to laugh at the sky. Zhang Jiayong was really not well-informed and actually retreated. He had known that he was blackmailing him to see if he could get some good things from him.

But just as Kong Hongcai was secretly proud, just as he relaxed, a strong wind blew up, making him unable to open his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a fist as big as a casserole towards his right eye.

With a bang, Kong Hong flew backwards and his right eye became blue.

Zhang Jiayong put away Kunpeng's wings and wiped his fist. He was very satisfied with the punch. When he looked at Kong Hongcai, who had both eyes black, he was even more satisfied. In this way, it would be considered symmetrical! Comfortable!

After Kong Hongcai was knocked to the ground, he was stunned for a while before he came to his senses and rubbed his right eye with a swelling and painful feeling. Now, he might have really become a panda, or a giant panda who stayed up all night for a week.

Kong Hongcai couldn't help but slap himself hard. He was obviously fooled by Zhang Jiayong. Damn, can someone with a fierce demon snake as a pet be a good person? Could it be the kind of person who was fooled?

I was really confused by the group of people from the Cultivator Association and was a little confused when doing things.

"Are you selling miserable? Even if you selling miserable, I can't let you go." Zhang Jiayong looked at Kong Hongcai and slapped himself, and said in surprise.

"Little bastard!" Kong Hongcai gritted his teeth, thinking in his heart that the demon snake in Zhang Jiayong's hand was severely damaged was no longer a concern. He was not sure about Zhang Jiayong's true strength, but he was so young, he thought that at most he had the same level as him, and he might even be a junior general. As for his speed, it was just because he had practiced some kind of speed skills.

After calming down and analyzing it carefully, Kong Hong became confident. He finally reached this point and his hands were stained with countless lives. How could he be afraid of a little boy who had not dried up?

Kong Hongcai raised his head and happened to meet Zhang Jiayong's face. The young man's pretty face and clear eyes immediately made him stunned. Then he suddenly felt a little hot, as if he was about to get burned.

The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and strands of blood were constantly differentiating. Kong Hongcai was horrified to discover that those blood were different essence and blood of different people he sucked. Each bloodline represents a life, with tens of thousands of bloodlines.

"What did you do to me!" Kong Hongcai stared at Zhang Jiayong angrily. His cultivation was declining rapidly. In a blink of an eye, he fell from an intermediate general to a junior general, and he was still falling like falling off a cliff.

In the blink of an eye, Kong Hongcai's cultivation was gone, and he became a middle-aged and elderly man with a deep breath, with white temples and a hunched back, and his turbid eyes were still filled with anger.

Looking at his wrinkled hands, Kong Hongcai couldn't help but let out a wail, extremely shrill.

Seeing bloodshots flying from the body, Kong Hongcai

He stretched out his old bark and grabbed it into the sky, but unfortunately he couldn't catch anything in the end.

After the bloodshot flew out of the body, it slowly dissipated. Then there were faint figures, bowing to the Zhang family to thank him, and finally completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Zhang Jiayong pinched his chin and fell into silence. He did not expect that the Blood Cleansing Technique had such a wonderful use. It was equivalent to saving the dead souls harmed by Kong Hongcai in disguise. Kong Hongcai's strength was actually not his own, but the power pieced together by these tens of thousands of dead souls. Kong Hongcai just forcibly controlled this power.

"The Dead Soul..." Zhang Jiayong looked at the phantoms that disappeared between heaven and earth. After a person died, would he really be reincarnated? These Dead Souls went to the underworld to reincarnate?

But where is the underworld?

Over the years, Zhang Jiayong has also inquired about the underworld, but even the strong men from other era areas are very secretive about the word underworld, as if this is a taboo topic.

"No matter what, after being strong, where can I go in the sky and the earth? I must go to the so-called underworld to create something!" Zhang Jiayong shook off all his thoughts and his eyes fell on Kong Hongcai, who was in a dull state again.

Kong Hongcai now has no threat. Even an ordinary boy can easily push him down.

"Kong Hongcai, hand over the skills you have mastered!" Zhang Jiayong shouted. Although Kong Hongcai looks pitiful now, he is like a poor old man who loses his children and gives away a black-haired man, Zhang Jiayong is not a rude person. The heinous murderous crime that Kong Hongcai committed is worthy of mercy.

A pitiful person must have something hateful. The more fierce a villain is, the more pitiful a person will appear than an ordinary person after losing his power, but such a person is not worthy of sympathy.

But now Kong Hongcai seems to be in a dilemma and has no mind to ask Zhang Jiayong. He feels like he has had a daydream, and in his dream he has become a great monk from heaven and earth. When he wakes up, he is the dirty sewer worker again.

Zhang Jiayong took Kong Hongcai over, carried his collar, stared at him with a torch, and directly threw his spiritual energy into Kong Hongcai's sea of ​​consciousness, and imprisoned the records of "The Art of Transforming the Blood of All Spirits".

After doing all this, Zhang Jiayong threw Kong Hongcai aside and glanced at him coldly.

Kong Hongcai suddenly felt like falling from an ice cellar, and a shadow of death enveloped his heart. What made him feel even more terrible was the aura of disdain for the superiors.

He seemed to have returned to the day when he was in the sewer every day. When he walked on the road, he would be discerning. When he met those noble ladies and young men, he avoided him from afar, for fear of being contaminated with such a slight stench.

"I make hard-earned money with my own hands, why should I be looked down upon by them? These self-righteous and glamorous people stay in the office all day long, doing self-righteous and decent work, and they don't make much money yet. Why should they look down on me?"

"And there are those bad businessmen who make money by any means. How many of the money is clean? What qualifications do they have to despise me? The money I earn is a hundred times cleaner than them!"

"God, why are you so unfair? No, it's not unfair, you're just fucking careless! I'll go to your uncle!"

Listening to Kong Hongcai's accusations, this was a helpless roar for the injustice of the world, Zhang Jiayong felt a little sympathy in his heart. It seemed that Kong Hongcai had no choice but to go astray, and it was a bit of a forced to such an extent by this unfair world.

But after the accusation, it turned out to pointing at the sky and cursing. At this time, a thunder fell and hit Kong Hongcai not far away, which scared Kong Hongcai so much that he was shocked.

Zhang Jiayong was stunned for a moment. Could it be that God has the will? Yes, it sounds like Wu Qingshan and the others said that each era area has its own will, and the thing that will carries is the root of the sky. However, the root of the sky in the ninth era area was lost, which led to the continuous invasion of the strong people in other era areas.

The root of the sky is lost, just like a computer without defense software, and viruses keep invading.

Obviously, at present, the will of the Ninth Era District is quite strong. Although the root of the sky is lost, there will always be some things left behind and need to slowly dissipate over the long river of time.

"Come on! Kill me! God, God!" Kong Hongcai was startled by the sudden thunder, but after coming back to his senses, he cursed at the sky again.

Zhang Jiayong looked at this scene and didn't know what to say. A mortal, to provoke God's majesty? That's not asking for death?

But Zhang Jiayong suddenly thought, didn’t the monks go against the will of heaven? Especially the powerful monks, who have to go through the test of the heavenly tribulation, suddenly thought of something in his mind, but it flashed away and could not grasp it.

With a roar, another thunder was thunder. This time it was much thicker than the previous one. It fell like a mountain, instantly submerging the area where Kong Hongcai was.

Zhang Jiayong was stunned. Kong Hongcai was sure to die now. After the thunder disappeared, Zhang Jiayong only saw the charred ground and did not see the shadow of Kong Hongcai. The charred outline could be vaguely seen on the ground with a human shape. Kong Hongcai was actually split into ashes...

Zhang Jiayong originally planned to hand over Kong Hongcai, who had become an ordinary person, to the practitioners association for handling. Kong Hongcai had tens of thousands of lives on his hands, which was simply unimaginable in the past society. The craziest serial murderers in the past only killed about 80 people, and it took decades.

Kong Hongcai killed tens of thousands of people in just half a year. After the world's huge changes, even if all kinds of strange things happened, it could still be called a shock to the world.

The social impact is very bad. The practitioners' association needs to hold a regular press conference with Kong Hongcai, who was arrested, to eliminate the bad impact brought by Kong Hongcai and to deter those evil practitioners who want to do whatever they want.

However, Kong Hongcai is now hit by Lei Punishment and is left with only scumbags, and he probably has to lose his idea of ​​showing public opinion and establishing authority.

Not long after, Lao Mo arrived with the people from the Cultivator Association. They could not find Kong Hongcai for a long time, and they also had a bad premonition in their hearts. They guessed that Kong Hongcai might escape to the city, so they immediately gathered and set off.

Zhang Jiayong told Lao Mo everything that happened. Of course, many processes disappeared in the middle, and he would not say the existence of the Blood Cleansing Technique.

Lao Mo was also sighing when he heard this. He was so awesome, but he even challenged God. The evil cultivator was indeed inappropriate.
Chapter completed!