PFC Chapter 207 Genocide
Chapter 207 Genocide
Everyone looked at the extremely greedy Chi Yanzi in horror.
This state is only one step away from advancing to the Dharma Realm. No wonder he became a core disciple of the Wuxiang Sect.
To be able to enter Skull Mountain so arrogantly, he must have some ability to rely on.
As a disciple of Bai Jingjing from Skull Mountain, Ma Yi naturally tried his best to please him and wanted to get close to this big shot.
"Thunder? It's really good, but the power is a little weak."
Chi Yanzi propped up his hands, flames roared, boiling the sea of thunder, and before the lightning struck his body, it made a crackling sound and turned into nothingness.
"You don't follow science!" Zhang Song narrowed his eyes. He also knew the fire technique, but he was not very good at it.
If one could get the complete head of this old fellow, one might be able to comprehend the basics of both Thunder Flame and Sun Flame.
Don't blow its head off, this is a good thing.
“If you are timid and fearful, you will never achieve great things!” Ma Yi felt that his master was really blind, and perhaps the soul in that body was injured.
"Kneel down, and I will forgive you for your offense."
The flames were like knives, cutting across and directly moving towards Zhang Song.
Chi Yanzi was two small realms higher than him. He narrowed his eyes and attacked with great ruthlessness. He casually summoned a fire fan and rushed towards Zhang Song to kill him.
"Mine." Zhang Song's eyes lit up. He finally saw the fan he had been longing for.
Zhang Song was completely suppressed, the sea of thunder was in tatters, and the so-called thunder domain was like uncoded cavalry in front of Chi Yanzi, there was nothing to see.
"Brother Song won't let us get closer?" Mo Qingqing and Zhu Ye stepped back.
"My husband asked me if weasel meat is edible." Zhu Ye muttered, then seriously recalled her recipe.
In the late stage of transformation of spirit, on the verge of Dharmakāya, this is the core disciple of Wuxiang Sect.
"Six against one, I don't believe I can let you get away."
Click!
A huge purple thunder fell on Chi Yanzi's body. Zhang Song's body had already appeared in front of Chi Yanzi and rushed towards him fiercely.
A swaying, tentacle-like strange hand appeared behind him and grabbed the Seven-Feather Fan fiercely, burning his arm instantly.
"What are you looking at?" There was a pair of pupils on Zhang Song's neck and face. The eyes were dim, black and white with joy.
This time the two men fought fiercely. Lingjiu Mountain was broken through and turned into a scorched earth. Ma Yi had to use some means to control the surroundings.
I really regretted it in my heart and caused a big disaster.
"You're quite capable." Chi Yanzi's body shattered several times, and was enveloped in a blazing red flame, constantly repairing itself. This was a secret method that burned essence and allowed for rapid recovery.
Back then, Chi Yanzi was captured by the Wuxiang Sect. Relying on this skill, he killed three disciples in a row. He was valued by a true disciple and was personally appointed as his disciple.
"You can't beat me." Chi Yanzi was furious. He released his spiritual weapons, the Flame Pot and the Wind-Fire Gourd, and also blessed himself with a colorful feather robe.
The three girls were so angry that they couldn't take it anymore. This old man was so shameless.
Zhang Song's body had already fallen to the ground, with a hole in the sea of thunder. He was completely unable to resist and seemed about to collapse.
"Why don't you kneel down? If you keep resisting, I won't be able to control you anymore."
Suddenly, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. Just for a moment, he seemed to feel that he had killed the other person, and he relaxed his vigilance.
Hit by the pupil technique!
Although only for a moment.
But Zhang Song had already appeared behind him, transformed into a one-horned Kuiniu and attacked madly, completely replicating the power of the ancient ferocious beast.
Chi Yanzi was in a very miserable state, but his speed was not as fast as Zhang Song.
He felt as if his body was stuck in a quagmire, his wind was disrupted, and strong winds were roaring in the thunderstorm.
"The power of Lei Yi?" He felt a little relieved in his heart. The flame pot exploded instantly, and his body appeared a thousand meters away. At the same time, a fishy smell filled the void. Trees died in large numbers, the earth was scorched yellow, and the stones turned into black water.
"Run!" Zhang Song appeared above him at some point and kicked Chi Yanzi in the back.
With both hands, he formed the Four Seasons Seal and slapped him hard on the back.
The head was finally saved. Zhang Song grabbed Chi Yanzi's neck. The raging flames and spiritual weapons did not affect the stability of his big hand at all.
“Stop!” Ma Yi was terrified. The core disciple of Wuxiang Sect died on Skull Mountain. It was a catastrophic disaster. That true disciple could raze Skull Mountain to the ground at any time.
Click!
Zhang Song turned his head and asked in astonishment: "What did you say?"
"Okay, okay, okay." Ma Yi gritted his teeth, hatred in his eyes.
"Is it really good, or is it fake?" Zhang Song had stood in front of him without knowing when.
A finger has been raised, and there seems to be a strange lightning pattern condensing on it, and there are traces of white lightning dancing at the fingertips.
"Snapped!"
Ma Yi's head was lit up into nothingness. He was somewhat shocked. How dare they, how dare they...
"Why didn't you just hide?" Zhang Song shook his head regretfully. He had hidden a big move, but it turned out to be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. He didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all.
Ma Yi might be the one who died the most unjustly among all the Divine Transformation cultivators. No one believed it even after his death.
Mo Qingqing also came over, her body close to Zhang Song, her eyes relaxed, a smile on her lips, "I missed you."
Zhang Song gently stroked Qingqing's body, raised his hand, and the great demon in the distance easily grabbed her and held her in his arms.
Not one less!
Zhu Ye felt very happy, but he hadn't eaten anything in the past half month. He raised his head and said seriously, "Weasels can be eaten, and they will taste very good."
Mo Qingqing: "I want to have dinner with you."
Zhang Song looked at the desolate mountains and raised his hands. A light rain began to fall from the sky, softly and gently, as if caressing him.
The grass and trees began to revive, patches of green appeared, and new buds sprouted out from under the burnt trees.
The four seasons are not only about growth and decay... but also about reincarnation!
……
Bai Jingjing leaned in Zhang Song's arms, her eyes sharp. Such a thing had happened to her own apprentice.
It seems that destroying a small family is not enough, a large family needs to be destroyed.
The Ma family has three ancestors who have achieved the state of becoming a god. Ma Yi is one of them. The remaining two joined the Wuxiang Sect. Today, Majiabao, the family’s important base, is considered a powerful market town.
On that day, the mission to destroy Majiabao appeared in the Sansheng Palace.
Many disciples of the Three Saints Palace walked out. Bai Jingjing, the master of Skull Mountain, was a new core disciple and a great master in the Hedao realm.
The Ma family deserved it, some of them knew the truth.
With a powerful person in the Hedao realm in charge, the disciples of the Three Saints Palace are like sharks that have smelled something. The reward is not high, and there won't be much left after dividing it among several people, but the Ma family is rich.
Ma Qi looked at the corpses falling one after another, his heart bleeding and his eyes bloodshot.
Three days ago, the family disciples began to put on makeup and evacuate in batches, but the result was that they were sniped and killed outside the fortress.
They used secret methods to ask for help from the sect, but received no response. He knew that something was wrong and cursed Ma Yi in his heart, saying that he was crazy.
The reason why their Ma family is so successful is because they have a certain status in both sects.
You were in Skull Mountain, but you helped outsiders kill your own people. Even if your reasons and motives were strong, what would outsiders think of you?
In the eyes of the Almighty, the reason is not important; what matters is what you do.
"I will come back." He took a deep look at this place, concealed his aura, transformed into a Jindan-level slave, and hid in the mine.