Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

The rickety figure was hidden under the wide cloth. Zhao Yi's eyes shot out invisible golden light and he saw the true appearance inside.

Quite different from the image in Zhao Yi's mind, Master Hu is only about thirty years old, and strangely does not have a single hair on his body.

The head is smooth and reflective, without any trace of hair. The fine hairs and armpit hair have disappeared. The skin of the lower body is close to the bones. There is not a drop of blood under the skin, and it looks like a tight drum skin. This extreme weight loss,

The extreme weight loss made his face look haggard, and his body looked extremely thin, as if it could be blown over by a gust of wind. Wrapped in a layer of pure white cotton, the whole person exuded a strange aura, making him look like a Western mummy. !

Feng Yue and Wang Fuzhu were greatly shocked. It could be seen that the aura of the mysterious figure who suddenly appeared was no weaker than that of King Wu: "What kind of evil skill does he practice...why does he look like this?" Weird?”

King Wu, who usually sees dragons but not their tail, actually showed up two at once today. They also joined in the crowd evacuation work, otherwise too many people would suffer!

The ground is covered with deep cracks that are difficult to destroy with a forklift, but the old ape's fist can do it!

Several cosmetics bosses who hid in safe places even thought in their hearts that Zhao Yi would die quickly, otherwise they would all be following him as their little brothers as he supported Xueling Cosmetics.

The old ape who had fallen on the body of the Laitou monk let out a loud roar and quickly thought of a way to use the Soul-Destroying Nail: "This kid is so evil that he has not communicated with the Immortal Family until now. Could it be that he is worshiped by the Immortal Family and has become a god!"

It was so creepy, I felt the crisis of death!

He practiced the indestructible power of Vajra during his lifetime, with a strong body that could not be damaged by bullets. The dozens of relics left behind after being cremated, and the magical tools that were personally sacrificed by several eminent monks, actually trapped Zhao Yi for only one second?

He was invited by Master Hu, who said that he had discovered a very weak immortal family, and if he could devour it, his soul power would definitely rise to the next level.

The result is that it is just a fairy child, so we must beat it to death!

"You actually pushed me to this point."

Mr. Tiger ignored the furious old ape and opened his mouth with a familiar hoarse voice. The tongue in his mouth shriveled up and all his teeth fell out. It was very difficult to speak. He stared at Zhao Yi with red eyes and said, "Do you know... What price did I pay?”

Zhao Yi nodded calmly, and through the book of life and death, he had completely seen through Master Hu.

"Wang Xiaohu, thirty-two years old."

"He was originally a worker in the coal mine. He was jealous that the team leader's salary was higher than yours. After drinking liquor, he plotted to murder him and threw his body at the bottom of the coal mine. Unexpectedly, he was exposed and wanted. He was afraid of paying for his life and embarked on the road to escape. "

"When you were desperate, the special envoy wearing a white mask found you, injected poison and became a member of the Xiangliu organization. You have made several outstanding contributions over the years and were rewarded with a complete human skin, which recorded an ancient secret. If you practice this technique to the highest level, you can achieve immortality!"

"You are ecstatic and start practicing, but you are horrified to find that this is going to eat you step by step!"

Feng Yue and Wang Fuzhu next to them had shocked expressions on their faces. There were drawbacks in practicing Daxia's magic, but they were not evil. They had to eat themselves to become stronger.

Master Hu nodded in agreement.

The ancient skills recorded on human skin have no names, and are very incomplete. There are only the first two realms, but each time you reach a realm, you can gain weird power!

The first state is called Wild Hair. You need to remove all the hair on the body, even the nose hair. After swallowing it and digesting it, you will be so powerful that you can weigh a thousand kilograms. When you attack, you will be like the wind. You will not even touch a small martial artist. Falling to the wind.

The second realm is called blood drinking. You need to release the blood first, then use the secret method recorded on the human skin to ignite it, and drink it quickly while it is burning.

The scorching blood will burn the mouth and throat, and all the organs from the stomach to the intestines will suffer indescribable pain, causing the speech to be extremely hoarse.

When the blood-drinking realm is completed, the body no longer has a drop of blood. It looks as dry as a mummy in the West, but its combat power is comparable to that of King Wu. It can draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for its own use, and its body's self-healing ability has greatly increased.

Master Hu spent five years swallowing all the hair on his body, cultivating himself to the barren hair state. He fell into self-struggle and drank all his own blood. Is he still a normal person? He never took action.

As Zhao Yi gradually lost control, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue practicing.

However, the severity of the situation far exceeded expectations. Three of the four confidants died and one was injured. As the special envoy approaches Linyun City, Mr. Hu can only use up his life and shorten the time.

The blood-drinking realm that took decades to achieve was completed in just a few days.

Now Lord Tiger only has a few months left to live, and now he wants to smash Zhao Yi to pieces and drink his blood!

"You two come together."

Zhao Yi is in the late stage of the True Spirit Realm, which is equivalent to both the King of Martial Arts and the real person. When faced with two King Martial Arts who are barely successful, he can beat them back and forth with one hand.

If he hadn't left the ape to fish for the tiger master, he would have used Zhenling Barbeque to taste what the monkey brain tastes like.

He burst out with his true strength, and punched out with his right fist containing the power of breaking mountains. A sharp sonic boom sounded in the air, like the roar of a god. The air seemed to be torn apart, forming ripples that were visible to the naked eye. It hit Master Hu in the face without any suspense!

The magic weapon in Master Hu's hand is the soul-killing nail. As long as it is nailed to the head, the soul will be instantly wiped out!

He didn't use his true energy, but was just physically strong. The old ape was dumbfounded when he saw it: "He is still a Henglian Martial King. He can't be worshiping the Great Sage Qitian. How can he defy the heavens to such an extent!"

Wang Fuzhu and Feng Yue were also stunned. If they were hit, they would definitely be blown to pieces.

Even they were about to retreat. If they were accidentally involved in the battle, the joke would be big.

The place he passed seemed to be ravaged by disaster. The ground made of reinforced concrete was more fragile than tofu, and one big crater after another was blasted out.

There are not many Martial Kings themselves, and battles are even rarer.

The Night Watchman issued a decree ten years ago that martial arts kings and real-person masters were not allowed to fight in public places. All fights had to be held in places rarely visited by people. For outbreaks like this in the city, in recent decades, There have been few cases since.

It can only be said that it is too rare. At their level, they all aim to pursue a higher realm and will not take action without a life-or-death feud. Feng Yue just remembered.

Practicing hard skills is also a branch of martial arts, and it is even more demanding on the practitioners. After ten years of training the body, 90% of it has not been completed before it is destroyed.

Dacheng is like a copper wall, no matter how bullets bombard it, it can hardly hurt it. The old ape had practiced the Vajra Indestructible Magic of Taohua Temple during his lifetime, but it was far from Dacheng.

Mr. Tiger was blown hundreds of meters away and embedded deeply into the cement wall of an office building, but the scene of exploding into blood and mud did not happen.

His severely deformed head, which seemed to be made of rubber, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. He cracked his neck to restore it, with a strange smile on his face: "After practicing the skills recorded on human skin, my physical body is very difficult to shattered."

"But your punch really hurt...I almost fell apart."

Zhao Yi also smiled. Since he couldn't be killed with one punch, he would try a few more times.