Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The pupils of the ferryman who came here to meet him shrank to the size of a pinhole. He only caught a glimpse of the sword light from the corner of his eyes, and his heart was shrouded in great fear.

The sword light was like a stream of autumn water, and there was no way to avoid it.

The blade touched his skin.

Turn his wrist! Slash horizontally!

A narrow gap was torn in the ferryman's throat, and a splash of blood surged up, splattering in the air.

Passersby on the street screamed and ran away, and in the blink of an eye, only Xu Zishuai and others were left around.

The ferryman's eyes widened, he covered his throat, looked up at Xu Zishuai's face in disbelief, stumbled backwards, his feet tripped by the edge of the boat, and he was about to fall into the water, but his back suddenly had support.

The ferryman looked up and found that there was a long spear behind him.

The river tide hit the reef, and the sound of flowing water continued.

A tall young man stood on the shore, his upper body shrouded in shadow, and his expression could not be seen.

Liang Qu's forearm trembled, and the spear slapped the ferryman back.

The ferryman fell back into the boat, blood still gushing from his throat, and he made a hoarse sound of leaking air. He stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling, as if he wanted to curse something.

Xu Zishuai sneered: "You are pretending well, let's take off your human skin."

The ferryman seemed not to hear it. After staring for a few times, he completely lost his breath and was about to fall down, but the sharp edge of the spear had already reached his back.

With a light poke, it was known that the tip of the spear had pierced, and blood mixed with cold sweat soaked his back with a swish.

The river wind was so cold that it wanted to freeze the bones.

Liang Qu said coldly: "We already knew about the painted skin method, and we advise you to be honest."

In the letter given by Zhao Hongyuan, everything that could be said was clearly stated.

The so-called ferryman is actually a dwarf, but he is wearing a refined human skin. Once it is stimulated, it will wriggle on its own and grow together, similar to ordinary people. This is the method of painting skin.

This is similar to the shadow beast skin that Senior Brother Lu used when he refined Fu Bo for him.

Senior Brother Xu's sword seems fatal, but it is actually harmless.

Unfortunately, no matter how many tricks there are, it is still useless. He can't get rid of the fact that he is a rower. Who would be willing to be a boatman if they have the ability?

The ferryman was discovered, but he still didn't move.

Xu Zishuai didn't tolerate it. He swung his long sword and started to cut off the outer layer of fake skin, revealing a dwarf about one meter tall inside.

At this time, the dwarf gave up his disguise and shouted: "I won't say anything. I have a blood curse on my body! If you say it, I will die suddenly. You can't do it!"

"We don't want to listen to what you want to say." Liang Qu hugged the spear, quite speechless.

There are a lot of old people in the Ghost Mother Sect, so just throw the hot potato to the court.

As for the blood curse, it is a way to inject blood into other people's bodies to form a spider web, absorb the blood of the person being bound, and control the life and death of others for a long time. It can be triggered passively or actively.

They really can't solve this method, but can the court not have it?

I don't know if Zhao Hongyuan has it. If not, it's really against the will of heaven.

After getting the ferryman, Xu Zishuai put away his sword: "Let's go to Zhao's house and see Brother Lu."

"Okay."

Liang Qu pulled out the hemp rope and tied the dwarf like a hairy crab. After finishing, he held it in his hand and followed Xu Zishuai to Zhao's house.

The whole street was empty. What they just did was enough to scare away the townspeople.

In Zhao's house, smoke and dust filled the air, and all the servants ran away.

When Lu Gang crossed half of the shadow wall and came to the center of the courtyard, the half-collapsed main house finally couldn't bear it and collapsed completely.

The roof of the main house is made of tiles. Zhao Hongyuan also covered it with ash for comfort. The whole roof is very heavy. Once the main beam is broken, it is only a matter of time before the main house collapses completely.

Smoke and dust rose vigorously.

Lu Gang did not approach rashly.

According to Zhao Hongyuan, the strength of the envoy is in the middle realm of wolf smoke, one small realm higher than him, so he dared to preside over the blood sacrifice alone.

Although he took the initiative and severely injured the other party, he still had to be careful.

Lu Gang looked around and saw the beam in front of the side room. He took a step forward and chopped it down with his hand knife. The whole big pillar broke flatly. He grabbed his arm and pulled the pillar off.

He sank his body and took a breath. The muscles on his body bulged. The power of his whole body flowed like water waves, transmitted to the big pillar, and suddenly threw it towards the ruins of the main house.

A burst of white mist swirled in the air and quickly dissipated.

The giant tree rushed out of the darkness, tearing the airflow, and the head wrapped in copper skin was heavily inserted into the ruins.

The pillar was controlled by Qi, and it was several times harder than fine steel at this moment!

The broken tiles were shattered into powder in an instant, and the giant tree attacked straight to the deepest part, unstoppable!

Huang Zejun, who was hiding in it, finally lost his patience and jumped to avoid the giant tree that went straight into the ground.

He kicked with his leg, split the pillar, rotated his body in the air, and kicked back half of the giant tree.

Huang Zejun didn't bother to check the results of the battle, turned around and rushed out of the ruins, and shot out of the house.

Hu Qi on another roof had been waiting for a long time. He opened his bow and shot an arrow!

The rolling air broke through and came to Huang Zejun in a flash.

The arrow of the little fourth-level martial artist could judge the strength only by the momentum. Huang Zejun didn't take it seriously at all, but his body still subconsciously avoided it, which was enough!

Lu Gang stepped out, and the ground instantly cracked into a big pit. The giant tree fell into the pit and broke into countless diamond-shaped pieces of wood.

The sound waves rushed towards him, and the vigorous blood and energy came out, lingering a few feet high. Huang Zejun's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned around and tried his best to block.

Boom!

Thunder exploded in the cold night, and the huge roar spread throughout the surrounding area of ​​100 meters.

Huang Zejun was knocked down in mid-air and rolled to the ground. A deep pit tens of meters long was plowed out, and a wing room was collapsed and he was barely able to stand. Lu Gang attacked again!

"Lu Gang! You think I'm afraid of you! Just take a punch from me!"

Huang Zejun was furious, regardless of the pain on his body, his energy and blood were activated, his body was burning like fire, and his whole body was red. His feet suddenly exerted force, and the bricks and stones shattered into slag, and strong winds burst out.

Step forward, twist, pinch your fingers together, and deliver a punch.

The strong wind cut across the surface, and the air flow exploded, as if two giant siege trees were colliding together.

boom!

The strength is like a wild dragon dancing wildly, and the earth is turning over like an abyssal dragon.

An area of ​​tens of meters in radius sank several feet, and all the bricks and stones inside exploded, creating a regular yellow mud circle surrounding the two of them.

Huang Zejun looked at Lu Gang, who was breathing calmly, and was surprised. He summoned up all his strength and tried to push him away with his horns, but surging energy and blood shot out from his arm, like a mud dragon entering the sea. quietly.

He was shocked, what is this? Like a millstone?

Lu Gang was also astonished. Huang Zejun was seriously injured in a sneak attack beforehand, and his whole sternum was probably broken a lot, but he still managed to survive!

He is worthy of being the envoy of the Ghost Mother Cult. Although he is not smart, his strength is not weak at all.

The vigorous air waves continued to explode, like rolling winter thunder.

The two of them fought with fists and feet, their murderous aura bursting through the sky, and they were extremely violent.

On the eaves, Hu Qi stared at the battlefield intently, with his hand on the bow string, always ready for support.

With his ability, he couldn't cause any harm at all, but he could interfere with Huang Zejun's escape.

If it can interfere, then his existence is valuable.

Just as Lu Gang and Huang Zejun were fighting fiercely and Hu Qi was concentrating, a hand quietly touched his shoulder.

Hu Qi was startled. He turned around and found that it was Xu Zishuai. Then he looked at Liang Qu, who was carrying a dwarf next to him, and said happily: "Brother Xu, have you caught the ferryman?"