I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

"With the improvement of the martial artist's body forging realm, the martial artist's own physical body is also undergoing leaps and bounds. Similar to the general deadly poison, witch Gu, the impact on the martial artist will become smaller and smaller. In the end, it will only become A hundred poisons will not invade, and Witch Gu will be helpless, that is to say, the golden body will not be damaged by cultivation!"

"In this way, in the era of the prosperity of martial arts, everyone has their own super-strong Witch Gu antibodies, and even will be directly immune to Witch Gu and the art of Witch Gu. There is no room for development and power."

"And now that the brave are in all directions, everyone despises the exercise of the body and devotes all their energy to the cultivation of vitality. In this way, the brave who are fragile in the flesh are born to be the best hotbed of witchcraft. Is it impossible for Gu Art to not be carried forward?"

In other words, in order to deal with the evil of Witch Gu, the most fundamental solution is still the practice of body forging method.

Unfortunately, the current environment does not seem to allow most people to do this.

And just when everyone felt a little disappointed and regretted because they couldn't get the answer, they saw Zhang Heng suddenly tilted his head again to look at the young novice monk in front of him, and said: "Oh right, there is one more thing, I I almost forgot."

Everyone was speechless when they heard it. How could there be such a sentence on such a serious occasion?

Then I heard Zhang Heng continue to speak: "In this battle to capture the flag, you bought me a glass of wine."

"Right now, I can't let you suffer. What do you think?"

The young novice monk heard Zhang Heng's words, and the look of horror on her face immediately disappeared, and it was replaced by the confidence of someone who gave me madness.

He had long thought that the other party would not dare, and wanted to test him.

But how can it be?

Did the other party also invite him to drink a glass of witch wine?

Based on the little novice monk's attainments in the way of witchcraft, he didn't believe that the other party could get him a bit.

What's more, the witchcraft art, inheritance is secret, and the Gu master surrenders, which is extremely rare.

He didn't believe that Zhang Heng was also a Gu Master.

In this case, the young novice monk asked what he wanted, and immediately guessed that what the other party wanted to drink for himself was probably a glass of poisoned wine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

In front of the Gu Master, poisoning was just the most inferior method.

For him, any kind of deadly poison, he has at least seven ways to deal with it on the spot.

Thinking of this, the little novice monk couldn't help but smile arrogantly, and watched Zhang Heng who was opposite became radiant again, and his temperament became aloof: "What gift do you want to give me back? Would you like me to drink a glass of poisoned alcohol?"

"Don't you know that for Gu Master, any poison can be eaten as candy..."

"If you cast poison in front of one of my dignified Gu Masters, you are like an axe!..."

The little novice monk raised his head slightly with an arrogant face, and stared at Zhang Heng in disdain with his eyes, and talked with disdain.

If Zhang Heng did not do the next thing, the little novice monk might still feel good about himself for a long time.

But he was talking endlessly in Taotao, when he suddenly saw that, on the opposite side, Zhang Heng suddenly took a gun in his hand.

The bright silver spear in Zhang Heng's right hand, which had lost its tip, suddenly let out a sharp howl, and a dazzling silver light flashed in the air.

In the next moment, the bright silver gun without the front of the gun, with a puff that was unaffected, plunged directly into the chest of the little fir, and instantly shattered the heart veins in the chest of the little novice monk.

The little novice monk held the barrel of the bright silver gun in his hands, and looked at Zhang Heng who suddenly shot in front of him in an incredible way.

The look on Zhang Heng’s face was a bit shy. He blinked his eyes shyly, stretched out his left hand and touched his nose, looked at each other with both eyes, and said in a calm tone: "You invite me to drink your most Good at Wu Gu wine."

"I have nothing to report, but in return, please give me a shot!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled out the spear that sank into the opponent's chest.

The spear was pulled out, and blood splashed out of the little novice monk's chest. He stretched out his hands in a panic, blocking his chest indiscriminately, but the blood was still like a fountain, gushing out from the gap between his fingers without any influence. .

The little novice monk looked at him and treated him respectfully before, calling him the master of purple robe.

But now, when the other party saw the look in his eyes asking for help, he treated him as if he hadn't seen it, and his face was cold and he caught him too much.

In the end, the little novice monk died helplessly and in horror.

This can't be blamed on Zhang Hengxin's cruelty, nor can he blame the Zipao people for not being saved.

Monsters, blame him who joined the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple for exterminating humanity and killing indefinitely.

With regard to this, how could Zhang Heng let the disciple of the sect who never let the children let go?

For a notorious sect disciple like Wanfozi, how could the people in Zipao help?

For the death of the little novice, you can only blame yourself if you want to behave. Blame him for no longer treating himself as a human being, and no longer treating others' lives as the same thing!

After all, if God does evil, it can be violated. If you commit evil, you cannot live!

Since the heaven doesn't accept such choppy, Zhang Heng doesn't mind, he'll take care of it himself.

Then Zhang Heng, who killed the little novice monk, turned his head and looked at the purple-robed man in the distance. He stared straight at the opponent, and said: "I killed your candidate who captured the flag. You won't blame me, right? ?"

After hearing Zhang Heng’s words, the purple-robed man on the opposite side, this time, did not burn with anger, but was rare. The face under the mask actually smiled helplessly, and then responded with a very low-profile voice. Said: "He should kill!"

"Such a person, if I knew that he was an exterminating Ten Thousand Demon Temple Gu Master, I am afraid, you don't need to kill him at all, he would have died in my hands."

Anyway, now, the man has been killed by Zhang Heng, and he is also justified and honest. In this case, it doesn't matter if the Zipao people take the opportunity to blow up their brilliance and raise their glorious image.

Then Zhang Heng looked at the purple-robed man on the opposite side again and said: "Now, I have won six straight battles to capture the flag. Next, who will you let me fight?"

The purple-robed man listened to Zhang Heng's words and couldn't help but look at the four remaining candidates who were able to capture the flag. Just as he was ready to speak, he ordered one of them to play against Zhang Heng.

Unexpectedly, among the four, the middle-aged woman who was about to be named by him, thought for a moment, and suddenly without thinking about her right hand, she took out a stack of gold tickets from her sleeves and handed them back directly. In the hands of the purple-robed man, he then spoke in a somewhat apologetic and somewhat helpless tone: "The overall situation has been determined, and the driver does not have to struggle anymore."

"The old man thinks he is not Lin Jun's opponent, so he doesn't have to play ugly again."

"Here is the one hundred thousand tael gold ticket that your son gave me beforehand. I will return it in full. Please take it back."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged woman, the purple-robed man couldn't help narrowing his eyes under the mask. Two very dangerous eyes stared at each other, but they didn't say a word.

Changing one's mind before the battle is the most taboo thing of any force.

At this time, the opponent directly announced his withdrawal, which not only caused the purple-robed people to search for new candidates, but also inevitably caused the rest of the army to be disrupted and morale plummeted.

This will make the situation even more unfavorable.

The middle-aged woman seemed to know that what she was doing was something wrong, so she immediately took a step forward, with a somewhat ugly expression, and said, "You don't have to say much, the old man understands."

"At the beginning, the old man did promise to your son. If the old man retreats at this time, in addition to handing over one hundred thousand taels of gold tickets, the old man will have to leave a right hand."

After speaking, the middle-aged woman suddenly put a deer head cane in her right hand into her left hand.

Immediately after, her left hand suddenly pressed the brow of the deer head at the top of the cane, only to hear a sigh, and a blue three-foot sharp blade had popped out of her palm.

In the next moment, the middle-aged woman suddenly stretched out her right hand, pointed her left hand at her right wrist, and waved her cane abruptly.

Suddenly, only a strange sound was heard, and the azure blue three-foot sharp blade flashed past, directly cutting off the middle-aged woman's right hand.

With a click, the middle-aged woman's right hand fell to the ground, and the middle-aged woman directly cut off her right hand. The pain was unacceptable, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.

In the muffled sound, the middle-aged woman lowered her head to pick up her right hand on the ground. Ready to reconnect it later.

Unexpectedly, the purple-robed man could not help but snorted coldly when he saw the appearance of the other party. A man behind him listened and suddenly took a step forward. Just before the middle-aged woman picked up the severed hand, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it. The severed hand of the middle-aged woman.

Hearing only one sound, the weird sound of broken bones and grinding of flesh and blood came. When the man raised his foot again, the middle-aged woman's severed hand that fell on the ground had been trampled beyond recognition and embarrassing.

When the middle-aged woman saw it, she raised her head and gave the Zipao man and the man behind him a stubborn look. Then she reached out and picked it up on the ground without saying a word. The severed hand that was almost trampled into a meatloaf.

Then I took it into my arms and tied the broken wrist on my right hand with the sleeve of my right hand. Then the middle-aged woman didn't look at everyone around me. My own right hand was broken and I staggered away alone.

Everyone saw the miserable appearance of the other party, and their hearts were moved with compassion, sympathizing with the other party's experience.

And the three candidates who were able to capture the flag next to the purple-robed man, all their faces were flushed in this instant.

Seeing what happened to the middle-aged woman, they inevitably felt a sense of sadness.

They did not expect that the other party would not give them face on the way.

After all, although they are not big Jin people, however, that person is not a small and famous existence in their respective countries.

The other party directly stepped on the middle-aged woman's right hand, which actually showed that the other party did not regard them as his own.

He didn't put them in his eyes at all.

Thinking of this, the three of them glanced at each other suddenly, then lined up in a row, and took a step towards the purple-robed man beside them, their faces were solemn, and the three pairs of eyes stared at the purple-robed man with a little bit of resentment.