Pulling out the broad butcher's knife from the wall, Yang Yu could no longer suppress the murderous intention that was still building up in his heart.

Zhu Shisan was aroused by the evil spirit and felt his body getting colder.

call!

He casually pulled off Zhu Shisan's coat and wrapped it around his waist. While the latter was still trembling, Yang Yu had already jumped out.

He ran towards the place where the killing cry and the evil spirit were the strongest.

"So fast!"

Zhu Shisan, who was shivering, felt the cold wind blowing in front of his eyes. As if in the blink of an eye, Yang Yu appeared ten feet away, shaking several times.

It has already escaped from the long street.

And even though he was running so fast, he could still control the terrifying butcher's knife, which looked heavy at first sight, and calmly chopped off the heads of each and every vicious bandit.

"how come?"

Zhu Shisan almost forgot how cold he was, and couldn't believe it for a moment.

In just half a year, how could this colleague who had known him for more than a year undergo such earth-shaking changes?

"Qi and blood gather together, like firelight shining red... Where is the Black Mountain Prison?!"

As he crossed the line, Yang Yu's sword showed no mercy, and wherever he passed, there were many heads of people, whether they were bandits, pity cultists or local gangsters.

All those who take advantage of the situation to rob and commit crimes will be beheaded without leaving any one behind.

At the same time, his mind clearly showed the condition of his body after transformation.

From the limbs to the torso, from the internal organs to the spine, from the knotted muscles like a dragon, to the ribs on the chest and back that are almost condensed into one piece.

Flat ribs and ribs!

Breathing in the cold air, Yang Yu's heart felt hot.

The divine seed is not a physical talent, but a magical power carved deep in the soul. Once activated, it will be replenished from the inside out.

It only took a few hours, but it has already undergone earth-shaking changes!

Different from the slow adaptation of external martial arts training, this is a power that comes from the soul and is incomparably consistent with oneself.

Without any adaptation, you can completely grasp the majestic power blessed by these nine cows and two tigers.

The strength of an ox and a tiger does not seem to be unusual. Before the exchange of blood, the guard could wrestle with the buffalo, but that was a combination of skill and strength.

Without blood exchange, based on physical strength alone, the strength of a human being is almost incomparable to that of a buffalo.

Not to mention the gathering of nine bulls, how about the power of two tigers?

How powerful is this?

Yang Yu himself couldn't figure it out, and felt that everything in front of him became fragile.

With a single movement of his hand, he can smash everything he sees, and even trample through the ground beneath his feet!

"Hate the sky for nothing, hate the earth for nothing?"

The thoughts in Yang Yu's mind disappeared immediately.

Armed with a sharp blade, the murderous intention arises.

At this moment, Yang Yu had only one thought in his mind.

Use this knife to kill all the non-human pigs and dogs in the city!

kill!

kill!

kill!

…

Amidst Ruoyouruowu's screams of death, Wang Fobao woke up leisurely. Just a small movement like a tremor of his arm, and the severe pain caused this tough man to break out in cold sweat.

"Wang Captou..."

Looking at Wang Fobao, who was full of vigilance, Liu Qingqing's expression darkened, and he paused slightly as he was about to step forward.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Struggling to throw off the clothes on his body, Wang Fobao endured the severe pain and stood up.

He didn't expect that he was still alive, and he didn't expect that Mr. Liu, who was so famous in his eyes, would save him.

But when he heard the roar of fighting coming from outside, he still endured the severe pain and wanted to go out. But after taking a step, he couldn't help but groan.

Yuchilong's mighty palms were unparalleled in strength. He was hit three times in succession, and his life was already hanging on by thousand-year-old ginseng.

But even so, he was only half a step away from death.

"The king catches the head!"

Liu Qingqing's expression changed.

There was no good spot on Wang Fobao's bare upper body, and there were three almost overlapping palm prints on his bleeding chest, which almost dented his chest.

On the back, there was even more erosion of flesh and blood, and the organs and spine were visible.

"Your injury..."

Liu Qingqing stepped forward and put clothes on him, feeling both respectful and ashamed.

He was so seriously injured that he still wanted to kill the thief. He was ashamed that he had a long sword, but he didn't know who he was going to kill.

"Can't die!"

Wang Fobao groaned, took out a porcelain bottle from his trousers with trembling hands, and drank it without looking at it.

"Bao Qi San?!"

Liu Qingqing's expression changed drastically.

Baoqi powder is a life-saving medicine!

No matter how many blood transfusions are performed, no matter what Qi absorption method you practice, or external martial arts training, once you take this medicine, you will definitely die.

And its ability is that within half an hour after taking the medicine, the internal energy will surge, and the perception of all pain in the physical body will be lost.

He wanted to stop him, but he lowered his hand and murmured:

"Captain, there is nothing you can do about it..."

"I can't live anymore..."

He used his wife to tightly bind his exposed spine to his shoulders. The pain disappeared and Wang Fabao's complexion seemed to have improved greatly.

Wang Fobao took a deep breath, as if he wanted to breathe out all the air for the rest of his life.

"call!"

With a long breath, Wang Fobao stood up from the ground and walked on the eaves in the cold wind, mustering up his last remaining strength.

Killed towards the place in the city where the fire was the most evil.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a louder chanting sound in the firelight:

"My mother's dharma body descends to the great thousand and spreads all dharma across the heaven and earth!

Pangu was born in one day, and the heaven and earth were clear and turbid from then on.

Nuwa was born on the second day, and her spiritual wisdom came to the world.

On the third day of the birth of the Yuan Dynasty, all kinds of things can have their origins.

Morality is born on the fourth day..."

"Old Mother's Seven-Day Creation Book?!"

Wang Fobao's pupils shrank.

Lao Mu's Seven-Day Creation Sutra is a sutra passed down from generation to generation by the Lisheng Cult, and is also known as the sutra of martyrdom.

Even those who are members of the Lisheng Cult will only recite the scriptures before death, except on formal occasions when worshiping the Nine Old Mothers.

Could it be that the people of Liansheng Cult have been forced to a dead end?

But the cries of killing in the city were clearly endless, and besides the fire, there was the extremely familiar light of Yuchilong's energy and blood.

call!

Anxious in his heart, Wang Fobao speeded up again, letting the blood flow behind him.

Not long after, he saw the Black Mountain Prison which was already a sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, I also saw countless Lian Sheng cultists dancing wildly in the flames, and the terrifying wailing sounds made this scripture even more terrifying.

Outside the flames, dozens of sermons chanted the Creation Sutra, rang their bells, and urged hundreds of congregants behind them to rush toward the flames.

Further away, the Liansheng Cult masters headed by Yu Chilong were confronting the Yamen men headed by Liu Wenpeng.

The two sides fell into a strange confrontation.
To be continued...