Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Su Letian smiled disdainfully, "Since you like Mahakala so much, then I will let you really see it."

While speaking, he suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed himself in the heart.

"Pfft!"

A stream of heart blood shot out, but it did not hit the ground, but formed a hovering blood ball in the air.

"Contemplation of Mahakala Bodhisattva!"

Su Letian grabbed the blood and smeared it all on his face, making him unable to see his face for a moment.

But in just an instant, the blood seemed to be absorbed by the skin and turned into a dark face.

Blood-red eyebrows, black skin, white teeth, and an extremely angry expression.

The angry aspect of Shiva!

Mahakala!

As his expression changed, his eyes suddenly became ferocious and fierce.

The aura on his body also became colder.

"Fuck, are you upper body?"

The young Taoist priest was shocked for a moment, who would be so careless in inviting gods?

What about the altar?

What about offerings?

Come as you say, doesn’t Mahakala have no face?

But before he could react, Su Letian's speed suddenly increased to a higher level.

Appearing in front of him in an instant, the Dharma form has also integrated into itself, and four more arms have grown under his armpits.

Two arms instantly stretched out and grabbed the young Taoist priest's waist, and the other four arms punched him.

"boom!"

The young Taoist priest was like a balloon. When his fist fell, it exploded into pieces in an instant.

At this time, the sound of breaking through the air came!

"Fuck, miscalculation."

An angry voice sounded, the ground exploded, and another thousand-year-old zombie emerged.

However, this zombie is different from the dull one before. Instead, it has a vivid expression and is extremely angry.

"How to move souls?"

Su Letian spoke slowly, but it was extremely thick and completely different from his voice just now.

It's obviously been numbered.

"As far as I know, the soul-moving method of your Corpse Exorcist Sect can only be used three times at most."

"You are only in the Seventh Realm, and you only get two chances at most... In other words, you still have two chances."

Before he finished speaking, Su Letian's figure flashed again and appeared behind the zombie.

Six arms were raised at the same time, filled with black and red red lotus karma fire, and blasted out at the same time.

"Peng!"

Like an exploded watermelon, before the thousand-year-old zombie had time to react, his head was blown to pieces.

"Fuck, fuck, slip away."

The young Taoist priest's panicked voice sounded, but he was nowhere to be seen at this time.

Su Letian looked around, then ran straight in one direction, came to a hill, and stepped on it suddenly!

"Boom!"

The hill collapsed, revealing a tunnel underneath, as if it had been dug out by a pangolin.

In front of the corridor, there was an ancient zombie digging hard and escaping into the distance.

"run?"

Su Letian showed a sarcastic smile, "Isn't that what the zombie sect's earth rats are capable of?"

The thousand-year-old zombie ignored it and continued to run forward, but then Su Letian suddenly raised his hand.

His arms were like rubber bands, stretching forward in an instant.

He grabbed the zombie by the neck.

"If you run away again, and I crush your head now, can you still use the soul-moving method?"

The thousand-year-old stiff paused momentarily, slowly turned his head, and squeezed out a human smile on his withered face.

"I was wrong."

"You're not wrong, you're just scared."

Su Letian said slowly, "But zombies that can talk and have brains are quite interesting, aren't they?"

"I can give you a chance to live, do you want it?"

After a while, the thousand-year-old Zong, who was firmly tied and covered with yellow symbols, lay on the ground.

Su Letian also regained his previous Sima expression, glanced at the zombie, and smiled disdainfully.

"Look, I'm thinking about Mahakala again. If Mahakala comes, you won't be happy."

The thousand-year old zombie showed his humane speechlessness, "No, is he a relative of yours?"

"Who doesn't set up an altar to invite God? Doesn't offer two sticks of incense? Doesn't he prepare to order a pig's head or a leg of lamb?"

Su Letian curled his lips and did not explain.

If it had been before, he must have made good preparations before he could invite Mahakala to take over.

But after practicing Mahakala Bodhisattva, things are naturally very different.

Just by squeezing out some blood, you can summon the power of Mahakala for blessing, greatly increasing your strength.

If it's a matter of passion, you can even invite Mahakala to take over.

…

"Chi!"

The magic knife transformed by thousands of opportunities tore through the void in an instant, and even the wild boar spirit was cut in half.

Hearts, lungs and intestines were scattered all over the ground, and the huge body fell down, crushing the houses along the road.

"Done!"

Shen Wuming looked around the audience. All the men in black had been dealt with, either captured or killed.

At this time, Hua Qing also flew from a distance, carrying a black shadow in his hand, and dropped it on the ground.

"Sir Sir Shen, this guy has been hiding in the dark. He just wanted to escape, but I helped him sneak back!"

Shen Wuming squatted down, pinched his neck and looked at this person's face, then frowned slightly.

The other hand groped his neck, feeling a slight gradient behind his ear.

With a sudden pull, a face was torn off in an instant, revealing the true face underneath.

"Is it you?"

Shen Wuming's pupils shrank, and Hua Qing on the side asked doubtfully: "Sir Sir Shen knows him?"

As she spoke, she also looked over, and then she looked overjoyed, "It's actually him!"

She also recognized the identity of this person, and knew the great power behind this person.

It can even be said that as long as this person is caught, the prince of Southern Tang will definitely be saved.

"Murong Qianshan, Murong Qianshan, I didn't expect you to appear here."

Hua Qing rubbed his hands with an irrepressible smile on his face, "This wave is destined to make me rich!"

Murong Qianshan, the general of Yan State, and even Song Huai'en before, were defeated by him.

Although Yan State is a big country in the Central Plains, the royal family Murong actually has foreign blood.

Even the people of Yan State have changed from pure Han people to the current mixed Hu and Han people.

And Murong Qianshan, just by hearing this name, you can tell that he was probably born into the royal family.

The most important thing is that Murong Qianshan's father is the former emperor of Yan State.

It was just because Yan State was just founded at that time and the country was not at peace.

At that time, Murong Qianshan, the eldest son, was still very young, not to mention his younger brothers and sisters.

So the former emperor passed the throne to his younger brother Murong Yang.

After Murong Yang ascended the throne, although he was afraid of Murong Qianshan's existence, he didn't want to show it too obviously.

So he placed him in the army, thinking that if there was any accident, Murong Qianshan would be gone.

Who knew that Murong Qianshan had some skills, one was brave enough, and the other was ruthless enough.

Over the years, not only did he not die in the army, but he also made many meritorious deeds.

Murong Yang had no choice but to promote him.

Today, Murong Qianshan is still a young man, but he has become a general, governor of Bingzhou, and King Xiaoling.

"With this person in hand, why worry about not being able to get the antidote for the blood droplet?" Shen Wuming felt relieved.

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