Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 74

The down-and-out man Zhang Mo cast his body on the ground, his face stuck to the overgrown pigweed in front of the vending machine, not daring to look up.

In order to avoid the black and white pursuit of Nanqi Prefecture, he hid in the mountains. One day when he was hunting, he accidentally discovered Li Daidi who assassinated a moose with a spear, and this strange gray iron box.

In less than two months, the mysterious existence in the gray iron box has trained a short and thin female doll into one of the innate masters in the rivers and lakes. She is so powerful in martial arts that she can even fight two-tailed blue-eyed white fox head-on. A hundred-year-old monster of the law.

Less than two months... You know, even his great enemy, the famous Heihe Dragon King in the south of the world, broke through the innate realm only after he was 50 years old.

Zhang Mo has already passed his thirties, his qualifications are above average, he wandered around the wilderness after leaving the teacher, fighting with all kinds of monsters and reckless strongmen, he was vigorous and diligent in actual combat, and had many adventures, but at the age of 35, he was just barely Step into the acquired eight layers.

At Houtian Yachong, he knew that his potential was exhausted, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries during the five months of running away. Now his meridians are withered and his way forward is dead.

If you want to survive, if you want to avenge the Black River Dragon King, unless it is God's will.

I ran into this opportunity in the deep mountains, maybe God is pitying me.

Zhang Mo knelt on the ground motionless after saying "please have mercy on seniors", his heart was beating violently, waiting anxiously for the response from the mysterious being in the gray iron box.

Usually, he peeped from a distance, unable to see the specific scene of the gray iron box and dared not approach it rashly. He could only see a vague figure in the square round water mirror pointing the female doll to practice martial arts and hunt.

Just now he caught a glimpse, the mysterious person in the gray iron box in the round water mirror is covered with black cloth, the bones under the black cloth protrude hideously, not like a human figure, with a wild and inexplicable aura, like a wild beast, breathtaking, Just a short glance makes one's scalp tingle and one's heart tremble with fear.

When he found that the black-faced little girl began to offer a large amount of blood food to the mysterious being in the gray iron box, he knew that this expert was definitely not a kind person, but he couldn't care less about it anymore.

I don't know if this chance I met in the deep mountains is a blessing or a curse.

Master, Awan, Xiaokun... You are blessed by the spirit of the sky, I will definitely practice martial arts and kill all the beasts in the Dragon King Shuiwu to avenge you. In the first layer of hell, you will never be reborn and have no regrets!

Liang De stretched out the tentacles of the primordial spirit mixed with gray and black authenticity, and connected the white-fronted tiger whose limbs were tied up with the coin slot of the vending machine.

This person must have seen Daidi put food into the vending machine, so he can't be left alone.

The strange sound of wind music mixed with Siamese and ancient Roman styles sounded, and the prelude to "Chivalry" sounded like a dementor to Zhang Mo's ears, as if it contained the terrifying idea of ​​devouring everything in the universe.

The white-fronted tiger let out a miserable scream, and was entangled by countless gray-black tentacles and sucked into the coin slot.

This poor white-fronted big cat was thrown into the hole by Liang De after he lost his soul through the world.

Then Liang De frantically flicked his tongue under the black cloth and made a disgusting sound of eating. This was the same as the tentacles of the primordial spirit that did not need to be manifested at all, it was a five-cent special effect he used to create an atmosphere.

"Kou Jie Kou Jie Kou Jie... 咈咈咈... Mouth bear mouth bear mouth bear..."

Liang De racked his brains and brainstormed, and repeated some strong onomatopoeia words in the form of maniacal laughter. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and asked Bai Hekong to exchange for him a character song of the magic finger. The built-in speaker of extension No. 1 of the cargo plane played.

The supreme being of all demons, only what the sky points out... When the treacherous and imposing character song played by the finger of ten thousand demons, Liang De's current lines have also been pieced together.

The mysterious man covered in black cloth stopped laughing wildly, and an old and hoarse voice came out from the gray iron box:

"One knocked before the devil for 3000 years, looking back on the mortal world and not being a fairy. Huangliang dreamed of the emperor's career, no way, no virtue, no respect for heaven!

Talking loudly talking loudly, junior, if I want my devil emperor Liang De to take pity on me, how can you, a good-for-nothing, deserve my pity? "

Hearing this, Zhang Mo raised his head. He knew that every word he said at this time would determine his own fate. He took a deep breath, and his chest heaved a few times before he spoke:

"The younger generation knows that their martial arts are low, and Houtian Yae is just a rotten weed in the eyes of the seniors, which is not worth mentioning. But the younger generation has been in the world for more than [-] years, and it is everywhere. The famous families in the rivers and lakes are decent, evil, and evil. I dare say I know a thing or two.

The young lady has accomplished her magical skills, but after all she is still young and doesn't know the tricks of the underworld, so there may be some mistakes in the world... The younger generation is willing to be the lackey of the older generation in this life, and the saddle for the young lady. I just ask my seniors to teach me martial arts and help me avenge my revenge! "

"Revenge and revenge, ten thousand death?

Hey, it's interesting, junior, I'll take a look for myself, what kind of blood feud you have. "

Liang De stretched out several gray-black tentacles of the primordial spirit and plunged them into the temples of the big man on the ground. After nearly two months of teaching and using, his proficiency in the two-phase communication method has increased sharply. The operator comes into contact with the vending machine.

Two phases communicate with each other, the right use is the method of preaching and teaching, and the reverse use is the art of searching for souls.

As long as you are familiar with the principles of martial arts and are not afraid of killing yourself, developing new applications based on mature supernatural skills is just a basic operation. Of course, it is also common for bold developers to accidentally kill themselves.

Mr. Liang, a novice martial arts engineer, was basically successful after four or five headshots during the development period. He successfully created this soul search. Practical skills of mind.

Liang Gong has no plan to continue to improve this practical skill for the time being. It’s not a big bug. Let’s talk about it in the future when a test engineer writes a last statement to give feedback :).

Liang De flipped through the memories and thoughts of the big man on the ground, looking at it, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for this down-and-out big man named Zhang Mo.

This man is an orphan, who was adopted by the owner of Feiwei Martial Art Museum in Chengde Mansion since he was a child.

The owner of the pavilion not only brought him up and taught him martial arts, but also intended to entrust his daughter and the family-owned Feiwei Pavilion to him.

At that time, Zhang Mo had just broken through the Houtian realm (according to Liang De's understanding, the total amount of extraordinary power is less than 50 standard units, and the amount of energy recovered per second is less than 1 unit), so he can only be regarded as a low-level figure in the world.

He has a strong personality. Although he grew up with his junior sister who is more than ten years younger than him, and they are in love with each other. He is also the No.1 among the second-generation disciples of Feiwei Academy in martial arts and archery, but he always feels that he is born Lowly, not worthy of the daughter of the owner of the Feiwei Pavilion.

So after he graduated from the teacher, he wandered around the rivers and lakes alone, wanting to make a famous name and then marry his junior sister in a grand manner, so that the master's face will be honored, and the Feiwei Hall will shine on the lintel.

He practiced hard day and night, disregarding life and death, his cultivation level broke through the eighth level of the day after tomorrow, and he earned the title of "Tearing Wind and Iron Arrow" in the frontier, and he can be regarded as a top second-rate master.

Zhang Mo hunted a 40-year-old Wujin clouded leopard in the mountains of southern Xinjiang after breaking through the Acquired Eighth Layer. He planned to return home with this dowry gift, but when he returned to Chengde Mansion, he found Fei Wei, who had grown up since he was a child. The hall was burned to a white ground, and the master, younger sister, and other brothers were all dead bodies on the mass grave.

And all this is because the three brothers of the Heihe Nine Jiaos under the Dragon King Shuiwu wanted to buy the land of Feiwei Pavilion, but his master refused.

This is the foundation of the master's family for five generations. How could it be sold to someone to open a tobacco shop?

Because of this incident, the 41 people in the Feiwei Pavilion were killed overnight by the green forest masters secretly raised by the Dragon King Shuiwu, and the Feiwei Pavilion, which has been passed down for five generations, was burned to nothingness.

Zhang Mo disappeared after burying his fellow disciples. Three months later, the newly built smoking hall in Dragon King Shuiwu opened. A big man with a bow and arrow and wearing mourning all over his body shot and killed the three dragons on the spot with a black iron heavy arrow. Countless, he set fire to the three-storey smoking hall, and then set fire to the sub-rudder of Longwang Shuiwu in Chengde Mansion.

41 people in Feiwei Hall were killed. He exchanged Wujin Clouded Leopard for 41 eagle-feathered spike arrows made of black iron in Daye Valley, Shoushan. In that battle, each arrow was stained with the blood of at least five or six people. The blood was almost shed in the siege of Dragon King Shuiwu masters.

But his martial arts are only second-rate after all, not to mention Megatron Tiannan's innate master Heihe Dragon King, even a few acquired nine-level guardians under the throne of Dragon King can easily defeat him.

He was chased and killed by both black and white in the Nanqi Mansion, hiding in the barren mountains, drinking blood and living like a ghost, but he just refused to die.

If he doesn't kill all the dragon kings, Shuiwu is full of people, and he won't have peace for a day.

Shenzhou has principles that must be extended, and ordinary people also have vengeance that must be avenged.

He refused to die, he wanted to take revenge with his own hands, and he wanted to seek justice for Feiwei Hall!

Liang De's primordial spirit tentacles were pulled out of Zhang Mo's brain, and this down-and-out man covered in blood and wounds forced himself to endure the excruciating pain, and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

"Senior, please show mercy and pass on my martial arts!"

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