He Has a Dragon

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Hong Burang forcefully used the remaining innate power in his Dantian, spurted out blood essence, pinched it out, and recited the mantra.

"Lock!"

In the midst of this violent shout, I saw Hong Burang Zhijue spitting out the blood that was scattered in the air. The scarlet red streak that instantly hit the top of Zhang Chenzhou's head looked particularly eerie and strange in the dark night. on the font symbol.

The moment the essence and blood shot into the strange symbols in the font above Zhang Chenzhou's head, it was like a drop of cold water falling into a hot sesame oil pot. There was an immediate bang, followed by a dense crackling sound and a complete riot!

In the blink of an eye, this strange symbol in the town's font was quickly pressed down from the air, spreading along the top of Zhang Chenzhou's head, and covering his whole body in an instant!

"ah!!!"

Zhang Chenzhou, whose entire body was wrapped in the Zhen font symbol, roared in agony. His entire body became distorted, as if he had become a burning torch, dyeing the dark world red, making it look particularly eerie. It was terrifying, as if the primitive tribe was paying homage to the totem and offering sacrifices.

And this sacrifice is Zhang Chenzhou!

But what was extremely strange was that the scarlet flame did not burn Zhang Chenzhou to ashes, but slowly penetrated into his body from the outside. The intestines in Hong Burang's belly had been ground to pieces in the process. It turned into runes and was printed all over Zhang Chenzhou's body, as if a rope was binding him, making him unable to move!

At this time, Hong Burang became even weaker after the Zhenzi Killing operation. He looked at Zhang Chenzhou, who was twisting like a maggot and roaring in pain, and said coldly: "I know you You have your own tracking method, no matter how far someone Hong escapes, you will eventually catch up!"

Zhang Chenzhou, who was hunched over and in great pain, raised his head and looked at Hong Burang not far away. He endured the inhuman torture as if the pores in his body were being drilled by ants, and gritted his teeth and responded: "I, Zhang Chenzhou, will not kill you." This damned remnant will be reduced to ashes and become a human being!"

Hong Burang chuckled and did not answer. Instead, he turned around and walked slowly into the depths of darkness.

When he saw that he had not taken a few steps, he paused, then turned to look at Zhang Chenzhou, and said coldly: "If you have the guts, come to Sijiu City to find me!"

After a pause, Hong Burang made a seven-character gesture with his hand, and faced Zhang Chenzhou, and continued provocatively: "Remember, you only have seven days, otherwise, Hong will be nothing more than a corpse when you see him again. "

After finishing speaking, Hong Burang didn't look at Zhang Chenzhou anymore, and continued to walk, waving with his back turned: "Only seven days, no waiting after the expiration date!"

"Hahaha--"

In the midst of laughter, Hong Burang forced out the last of his potential, used the step technique that he had used to escape from Wang Le, turned into a shadow and quickly merged into the vast night, disappearing from Zhang Chenzhou's sight in the blink of an eye. Trace!

"Asshole, I'm going to make you die badly!"

Zhang Chenzhou, who watched Hong Burang escape once again, was filled with pain, anger, and regret that was worse than death, and he yelled in the direction of Hong Burang's escape.

A series of painful roars kept resounding in this lonely empty plain, echoing for a long time, hovering and never stopping...

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In Tianxiang Pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing, the atmosphere in Villa No. 2 adjacent to Tianzi No. 1 is dignified and solemn.

After all the furniture had been removed, the hall on the first floor of the main villa looked very empty. Among the bright lights, a row of urns and two mahogany coffins were placed in the center.

Nan Huaiyuan walked to the coffin, glanced at the neatly dressed mourners and Dou Xiaodou inside, and closed his eyes with a hint of pain. At the same time, he waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and with two bangs, he saw two coffins placed aside. The cover closes instantly without revealing any gaps.

Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike, the father and son standing at the door of the hall, lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to look at Nan Huaiyuan, whose face was as heavy as water.

They knew that at this time, Nan Huaiyuan felt so deep in his heart that he was suppressed and was about to erupt at any time like a large volcano.

Whoever touches it will be unlucky, and will definitely be blown up to nothing.

You must know that the mourner is Nan Huaiyuan's illegitimate son, and now the white-haired man is sending the black-haired man away. The greatest sorrow in life is nothing more than this.

In addition, as Dou Xiaodou's worldly protector, Nan Huaiyuan can only protect Dou Xiaodou's body back to the martial arts world.

Especially when he thought about how to explain to Fan Rendian, a famous killer in the martial arts world of Tianwang Palace and Blood Sea Sword, Nan Huaiyuan's scalp was numb, and his heart was trembling and he couldn't stop.

The most important reason why Nan Huaiyuan took on the task of protecting Dou Xiaodou was not only to receive generous training resources as a gift, but also to flatter Fan Rendian.

Of course, Nan Huaiyuan knew that he was notorious in the martial arts world and had enemies all over the place, so it would be beneficial and harmless to find another big backer, and Fan Rendian was a good choice.

Fan Rendian was nicknamed the Blood Sea Sword. This was a reputation he had gained through his battles. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was responsible for half of the power that the Heavenly King Palace has gained over the years.

It is said that one general can make thousands of bones, and Fan Rendian is no exception. His reputation is so high that only the mysterious master of the Tianwang Palace can surpass him!

Thinking of this, Nan Huaiyuan was filled with bitterness and depression. He didn't expect to flatter him, but ended up patting him on the horse's leg.

This is no longer a matter of being kicked in the face, but once Fan Rendian learned that his beloved disciple had just entered the world, he had already died before he left the army before he started looking for Xiao Zhixuan's whereabouts in Jiulongyun, and he would not be furious. , which means he is no longer the true character of an old killer!

The so-called emperor's wrath can lay down millions of corpses and bleed for thousands of miles. Although Fan Rendian is far from this level, he is still a powerful figure in the martial arts world. He can't do it if he bleeds for thousands of miles. But in his rage, he can destroy a small sect like Nan Huaiyuan. Piping is still a piece of cake.

The more Nan Huaiyuan thought about it, the more depressed and aggrieved he became. How could he have expected that such a thing would happen in a world where innate masters could become kings and hegemons.

Now that his son was gone, Dou Xiaodou, an elite disciple of the Heavenly King Palace who he wanted to protect, also lost his life. It was doomed to be impossible for him to climb out of the hole that Nan Huaiyuan fell into intact.

Even if the murderer can be caught in the end and confessed to Fan Rendian, the bloody sea sword, Nan Huaiyuan will still have to have several layers of skin peeled off!

When he thought of the murderer, Nan Huaiyuan, who had his back turned to Zhao Quanhui and Zhao Mike and his son, the extremely thick hatred in his eyes almost overflowed.

When Nan Huaiyuan arrived, although he was a step late, he saw the back of the murderer, Wang Le.

This allowed Nan Huaiyuan to confirm that the murderer was a strange young man whom he had never seen before. During the day, he had asked Zhao Quanhui and his son for questioning.

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