I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

The two weird and inexplicable strengths merged into one, and they complemented each other. As he sneered softly, the old man Yang on one side saw an incredible scene in an instant.

He saw that he used his own essence and blood to cultivate a few years, during which time he did not know how many profound iron fine gold, rare and precious treasures, had been swallowed, and he finally became the white bone whip!

I have always encountered the high-ranking soldiers of the human race, who are all mixed with the white bone whip, under the attack of the opponent's mortal silver gun, at this time there is actually a section that is as gentle as jade, white and flawless. Suddenly, a trace of hairline cracks appeared on the surface of his spine.

Once this crack emerged, it began to rapidly grow larger and more numerous, and in a blink of an eye it has become like a spider web, making that spine seem likely to fall apart at any time, breaking into countless pieces of bone!

"What kind of weird method at this time!" No matter how hard he used his right hand, Old Man Yang found that his white bone whip seemed to be out of his control, unable to break free from the attack of the rotten silver spear in Zhang Heng's hand. His expression changed drastically, and the teachers and students spoke. Exclaimed.

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a crackling sound, and saw that the spine that Zhang Heng attacked on his white bone whip, the spine that was originally crystal clear as white jade, suddenly, the crack was finally tolerated. Unstoppable, directly under a single blow, it fell apart, turned into countless fragments and flew in all directions.

Seeing this, Old Man Yang's expression could not help but change drastically.

Zhang Heng himself also turned strange.

He originally thought that as long as he destroyed a bone of the opponent, it would be enough to destroy the long bone whip in the opponent's hand, but he did not expect that after crushing a section of the long bone whip, the long bone whip did not instantly break into two. cut.

He didn't expect that in that white bone whip, it was not hollow, there was still a strange blood-colored eye.

The surface of the blood-colored eyes were covered with spider-web-like blood-colored meridians. At this time, he was staring at Zhang Heng and the rotten silver spear that was close at hand.

Zhang Heng just stared at the weird **** eye covered with blood, and immediately felt an invisible weird breath rushing over his face.

In the next instant, in Zhang Heng's own eyes, the white bone whip in front of him had become more than one in an instant.

At this moment, there was an unknown number of scarlet whips, bursting out with fierce strength, flooding Zhang Heng's front, back, left, and right, and the top of his head, covering Zhang Heng from all directions.

Looking at the countless white bone whips, they are overwhelming and overwhelming, and they seem to kill Zhang Heng.

Faced with such a predicament, Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly flashed with a deep and mysterious light. His eyes were still the same, but it seemed that there was a little bit of starlight, and there were endless starry sky evolving in it.

"But so!" Zhang Heng said, and the rotten silver spear in his hand remained unchanged. The strange power contained in the rotten silver spear became stronger, and he continued to pierce forward indefinitely.

Although in the eyes of everyone else in the hall, where he stabbed, it was nothing but nothing!

But in the next moment, in the void where the spear passed and the spear pierced, there was a scream of miserable and strange scream.

That scream was like a baby crying, like a cuckoo weeping blood, and like a fox screaming, unspeakable evil and mysterious.

The scream came out suddenly and then passed quickly.

At the same time, there was a cold snort of Old Man Yang.

In the cold snort, all the original illusions around him disappeared.

What appeared in front of everyone was the old man Yang with a bleeding mouth, and the white bone whip that he was still holding in his hand.

Only this time, the bone whip in his hand had changed.

The previous white bone whip has been smashed into a section of the spine with a single shot by Zhang Heng.

This time, even the **** strange eyeballs under the spine were shot through by the rotten silver gun in Zhang Heng's hand.

The strange thing is that the pierced eyeball actually seemed to be alive, twitching its pierced body slightly, as if at this time, it could still feel the piercing pain.

In the next instant, Zhang Heng's spear in his hand, the spin to the extreme, a slight shock, the blood-colored eyeballs were directly shattered.

Suddenly, the white bone whip was cut off by Zhang Heng, and the remaining half fell directly to the ground, actually able to crawl like an earthworm snake, meandering towards Old Man Yang.

Seeing Zhang Heng shot with two shots, the old man Yang smashed the long bone whip that he had accumulated for many years, without heartache, and at the same time he was extremely jealous of Zhang Heng.

At this time, Zhang Heng's spear shook again, and the spear in his hand struck again. One shot shot out, and once again penetrated the spine that was winding and crawling on the ground. The gun was incessant, followed by the spine to protect it. His other **** eye also pierced through.

Seeing Zhang Heng once again raised his gun and stab the next spine, Old Man Yang was like Zhang Heng stabbing himself, his face was painfully distorted, he barely looked at Zhang Heng, and said with some pleading: "Being a man, why bother to cut it." Kill it all!"

Zhang Heng listened to the other party's words, raised his head, Gu Jing Wubo eyes, looked at the other party, and said indifferently: "First, you are not a human, or you are not a human anymore."

"Secondly, we must eliminate the evil! We must eliminate the roots!"

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, Old Man Yang knew that if Zhang Heng was not resolved today, he would not be able to leave here alive.

His face suddenly became savage and tyrannical, and when he said that the surface of his eyes was covered with earthworm-like blood, he said coldly: "You forced me! You forced me!"

"Since you want me to die, don't blame me for killing you!"

While speaking, before Zhang Heng responded, the flesh and blood of Old Man Yang's own body became thinner again. Gradually, even the flesh and blood on his face, which was originally a childlike face, seemed to be swallowed out of thin air and disappeared. The remaining layer of translucent oily skin wrapped his own skull.

In the eyes of everyone, his current image is not much different from that of an upright skeleton. The only difference is that the surface of his skeleton is also covered with a layer of translucent skin.

What is even more bizarre is that his originally straight body now seems to be being oppressed by an invisible mountain, becoming more and more curved, and more and more rickety.

In the end, behind him, a hemispherical sarcoma gradually rose.

This hemispherical sarcoma was initially only the size of a white paper apple. Gradually, it has become like a half watermelon. Later, it has become like a wok on the back.

Later, it became as big as a hump!

This weird sarcoma is as if there is a huge heart inside.

It was beating and trembling again and again!

Even if Zhang Heng saw this strange scene, his complexion became a little ugly. With such a change, he couldn't help but think of the situation he had encountered when he was in Tian Ze Lou, against that beautiful beauty.

How similar is the situation between Chu Renmei and this old man Yang?

Seeing this scene, Zhang Heng's heart could not help but throb.

He was considering whether he should preemptively.

Before the other party completes this weird change, the other party's life will be the result.

But thinking that since the other party dared to use the secret technique in front of him so blatantly, I'm afraid there must be a way to prevent his own destruction, Zhang Heng had to give up this idea of ​​his own.

But at this moment, Zhang Heng saw that the old man Yang was originally excited behind the regular expansion and contraction of the sarcoma, and suddenly it twitched directly. The next moment, he heard a sneer, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood sounded.

Immediately Zhang Heng saw the mysterious blood splashing behind the old man Yang.

In the blood splashing, a blood-bearing white bone whip has shot out from the sarcoma behind the old man Yang, like a weird giant white bone tail swaying and twisting into the sky, twisting, a secret law. Rhythm moves this, indescribable demon and evil.

And this is just the beginning.

A white bone whip just shot out from the sarcoma behind the old man Yang, the next moment, with a sneer, the blood blossoms gushing like spring water again, and another **** monster white bone whip tore the flesh and blood from the back of the old man Yang. , Appearing in figure.

Zhang Heng looked at the strange and inexplicable change of the other party, and only felt that the other party's body was not only undergoing this change, but the other party's breath was also rising from the body as the white bone whip broke out one by one. It becomes more and more horrible, more and more obscure.

Originally from the opponent’s breath, Zhang Heng could still detect a trace of human aura through his five senses blessed by the "potential", but now, in the opponent’s breath, Zhang Heng only felt that he wanted to come out, Wang Yang's wanton The spirit of evil spirits, other than that, there is nothing else.

In other words, the other party has given up being a human being, the last meaning of nostalgia for his own race.

The other party has been completely and completely demonized!

"Is this my fault? Maybe if I don't persecute him, he will still retain the last trace of the human heart and the last bit of the bottom line of being a human being."

"Because I pushed people so hard that he gave up his last chance to become stronger?"

Looking at the change of the other party, Zhang Heng couldn't help but blame himself, and thought to himself that he couldn't bear it.

But the next moment, his eyes became calm again, without the slightest extra feelings: "At the moment when he was in contact with the monster and was willing to be demonized by the other party, he has decided to give up his pride as a human being. The bottom line, and the dignity of being a human being."

"What I did was to speed up his final demonization and degeneration."

"He can't go back anymore. If I don't kill him, everyone in this hall will not escape bad luck!"

"If I don't kill him, I'm afraid not only this hall, even the entire Huangyang Restaurant outside the hall, and even the Huangyang Town surrounding the Huangyang Restaurant, I'm afraid I will have to beat him early!"

"Not to mention that for the safety of more other people, even for myself, for the people I know, he must die!"