The Lord who use immortals as food

Zhu Gaoyang fell into solemn silence, his legs tensed up and his sharp claws slightly bent.

"The second thing is a temporary decision... because I originally thought that the boy who came here would be that boy... Since it is Mr. Zhu - don't move." The old man squeezed his hand gently, and Zhu Gaoyang's arm suddenly became weak and weak.

He pointed at the courtyard, raised his brown eyes and reminded: "As soon as you leave my hand, the scene just now will happen immediately."

I wish Gao Yang to calm down.

"Don't be nervous." The old man lowered his head again, caressing the ferocious arm in his hand, "I just mentioned... By the way, the second little gift."

"I originally thought that the young man who came here would be of little value, but since you are the number one in Longjun Dongting Sword Vein, I can give you a chance."

"what chance?"

"A chance to escape the fate you just had."

"What's the price?"

"talk about it later."

"I reject."

"Hehehehe." The old man smiled softly, his wrinkles turning into gentle grooves, "No."

"The second thing is not only for you, but also for Longjun Dongting - this little gift belongs to you." The old man tapped the index finger of his hand on Zhu Gaoyang's ghost arm, and a miracle happened to Zhu Gaoyang's enlarged body. Birth in front of pupils.

He has never had a real fight with Qiongqi, nor has he seen the Immortal Lord after eight lifetimes. This is the first time he has seen this ability to manipulate flesh and blood.

But even Pei Ye, who had seen him several times, could not remain calm in front of this scene.

Because this kind of messenger does not simply turn flesh and blood into liquid to hide or avoid attacks like before, but targets the smallest units of flesh and blood, splitting, transforming, and reassembling bit by bit.

Give different people a knife and a radish, some can only chop it into two irregular pieces, some can peel it, some can cut it into shreds, and some can carve out beautiful buildings and jade buildings.

It was an extremely delicate and delicate process, much more advanced than the way the tiger body was turned into internal organs back then.

Under this treatment, Zhu Gaoyang watched in astonishment as great changes took place in himself.

The bone spurs retreated under the skin, and the scales melted into liquid and penetrated into the skin. The blue color that stained the whole body faded, and the fair skin and muscles were exposed, and his body gradually returned to its original appearance.

No, not a restoration, but a complete re-fabrication.

And those blue substances were compressed into a ball and buried in his heart.

The old man's serious frown was released at this moment, and he breathed out gently. This effort was obviously not easy for him. He chuckled and said: "How about this gift?"

He took out a pen from his breast pocket and a small notebook from his robe, and wrote a few lines in it.

"Sure enough, I still have to try..." He muttered to himself, put away the pen and notebook, saw Zhu Gaoyang staring at his breast pocket, and explained with a smile, "I improved the bamboo tube pen a little, and The ink is poured into the tube, so there is no need to carry ink. Unfortunately, the ink always leaks, so I thought maybe I should put a cap on it..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's easy for people to chatter when they get older." The old man smiled apologetically, "You still have something urgent to do. I'm going to catch some small animals soon. Let's talk next time."

Without waiting for Zhu Gaoyang to answer, he raised his clasped hand and stretched it gently.

There seemed to be a soft "bang" sound, and the blue in Zhu Gaoyang's heart was like a beast that had been let go of the fence, pouring into his blood vessels, filling his limbs in an instant, and the ferocious mutation returned to his body.

The spirit in Zhu Gaoyang's heart fell into the shadows at the same time.

He raised a pair of indifferent golden eyes and looked at Fenghuai - there was what the god was looking for.

A figure in black clothes next to him sat back on the stone and opened the ancient book in his hand. Zhu Gaoyang glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

A crooked piece of beef jerky, he thought.

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Fenghuai, county government.

Xu Weizhou and Xu Biejia, who came from the prefecture, arrived after Jing Ziwang's violent death. They were notified by Pei Ye and others to return to the county office this morning and had just rushed back from Baizhu Village.

This Biejia is much younger than Jing Ziwang, and is truly the leading master in Bowang Prefecture.

He has an elegant and handsome face, comes from a famous family, and is a disciple of a great sect. At the age of thirty-six, he has stepped onto the second jade level of Xuanmen, and then used his family's political resources to serve as a state sergeant. He is a perfect version of Shen Yanping.

There were only four people in the room: him, Xing Zhi, Chang Zhiyuan, and Pei Ye, but only three of them spoke.

"The so-called 'divine descending' theory is still too imaginary." The stranger tapped the table and said, "You have actually only confirmed that the seed can control people's hearts, right? In the six thousand years of history, how many alchemists have asked for immortality? Tao, I have never heard of any gods."

"This is just a title." Xing Zhi obviously agreed with this, "We are not saying that he is a god who descended to earth, but there is indeed a powerful will that awakened from that seed, and it is in harmony with the 'immortal king' enshrined by the Zhushi Sect. 'It can't be separated. It doesn't matter whether he is an 'immortal' or not, as long as I promise not to question his power."

"I naturally believe in Master Xing and... Master Mingjian's judgment." Xu Weizhou nodded, "But whether it is strong or not has little to do with us. Things have already happened, this seed has awakened, and we are powerless. Go into the mountains to encircle and suppress...Master Xing."

Xing Zhi glanced at him: "I know, please don't drive. I don't want you to go into the mountain to find Senior Brother Zhu, he is already dead."

Xu Weizhou squeezed the tea cup and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, I wish you good luck..."

"I mean." Xing Zhi interrupted, "If you don't know his purpose, you can't grasp his movements. How do you know he won't come to support you?"

"...What other purpose does he have? After waking up, he will naturally grow as fast as possible. Why does he come to us?"

"He can grow rapidly by eating."

"Then -" Xu Weizhou suddenly said something, and his face turned pale, "Master Xing, don't be joking."

Xing Zhi continued to finish: "How many people are there in Fenghuai County?"

Chang Zhiyuan said: "There are more than 32,000 people in the city."

"I just came from Zhouzhong to report that the red bird has been released. Someone will come to Shenjing as soon as tonight. And since the Immortal Lord didn't chase you last night, maybe he didn't have such an idea. Even if he retreats to the end, no matter what He opened his mouth one by one and swallowed it. How many people can die before the people from Shenjing come?" Xu Weizhou drank the tea in one gulp, "There is no need to scare yourself."

Pei Ye frowned, and Xing Zhi took a sip of tea with an expressionless expression.

——Even if only five people died, it would still be a dereliction of duty on your part.

The position of Biejia does not have permanent authority. It is originally dedicated to the masters for emergency use. However, when she first came to Fenghuai and passed through the city, she already knew that this person only took this job as a convenience for fun. When the urgent news came from Fenghuai that day, he was holding a cultural party on a cruise ship and drank with a group of young ladies. Drunk.

If he and Jing Ziwang had come together that day, things would not have deteriorated so quickly, and if it had only been delayed for one day, Shenjing would have had time to react.

"I have a suggestion." She put down her tea cup and said, "Please don't drive into the mountains alone. If you see that Qiongqi, you can lead him in another direction, so as to delay time."