Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 13 Revenge and Complaints

"The power of heaven's punishment!" The silver-robed man's body shook, his eyes were full of horror, and he was extremely terrified.

Under Heaven's Punishment, everything turned to ashes and there was no life. Zhang Yang's body was pierced by the power of Heaven's Punishment, and he lost his breath. He was obviously dead.
The silver-robed man couldn't bear to think too much, the power of heavenly punishment instantly left his meridians and rushed straight to his dantian, the silver-robed man hurriedly used his profound kung fu, his body shone with silver light, trying to force the power of heavenly punishment out of his body.

"Want to force out the power of heaven's punishment? First ask me if I agree."

With a cold snort, Zhang Yang Xuangong reversed, raised his hand, and an anti-Tai Chi gossip diagram slowly rotated in his palm, and said contemptuously: "Dayin glare, right? Let's see how I can break your glare, transforming kung fu!"

The Sutra of Refining Heaven and Earth is Zhang Yang's use of the mystical and mysterious purple energy of good fortune to gather the essence of hundreds of martial arts and integrate them into one body. Turn everything into nothingness.

The Dafa of Huagong is just a small magical effect of practicing the Heaven and Earth Scriptures, transforming exercises, transforming exercises.Transforming energy into emptiness, compared to Ding Chunqiu's method of transforming energy, I don't know how many times stronger.

After speaking, Zhang Yang is not the same as the silver-robed man talking, the anti-Tai Chi gossip map is lightly imprinted on the silver-robed man's body, and the anti-Tai Chi gossip map turns into an invisible force and spreads to his whole body.

"boom!"

With a slight sound, the silver-robed man's dantian shattered.

The body shook, and the silver-robed man's face changed drastically. The silver glow that had just been emitted disappeared with a puff. His face turned red, and the silver-robed man spat out a mouthful of blood. The magic power of the fairyland was like a deflated ball. Not even a trace of it disappeared.

"You..." The silver-robed man was startled and furious, and just about to ask Zhang Yang why, the power of divine punishment instantly passed through his internal organs, and went straight to his Dantian Zifu Primordial Spirit.

Without the support of power, even if you have the secret method of reaching the sky, it is just a paper tiger, which is useless. Watching the power of heaven's punishment expand the balls to the corners of the whole body, the silver-robed man leaked a look of despair.

At this moment, the sound of a pig humming sounded: "Hmph, keep someone under your command."

While talking, a golden light flashed, one was carrying a straw bag belly, holding a nine-tooth nail rake in his hand, with a pig's head, braided, and appeared in front of Zhang Yang. It's pig incompetence.

Although Zhu Wuneng couldn't understand what the silver-robed man did, he would never watch him die in front of him, otherwise he would have no way to explain to the Taiyin clan when he returned to the family, so he made a sound.

"Are you here to help again?" Frowning slightly, Zhang Yang turned around and looked at the person who came, but of course he saw the person clearly, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "It turns out that the second senior brother is here..."

"What a familiar voice?" Hearing the humming of the pig, doubts flashed in the eyes of the desperate silver-robed man, and he couldn't help but look up at the passer-by. When he saw this, his eyes widened instantly, and he said in disbelief, "Brother Incompetent, really Is it you who are here?"

"Nonsense, I'm not here, could it be a ghost." The bitch glanced at him, and Zhu Wuneng gave the silver-robed man angrily.

"Great!"

It was confirmed that the pig was incompetent, the desperate eyes of the silver-robed man suddenly aroused endless hope, but when he thought of the power of heaven's punishment, the silver-robed man closed his mouth in an instant when he was about to open his mouth to ask for help. The power of punishment is still one hundred and eight thousand miles away.

"Brother Wuneng? Couldn't it be such a coincidence?" Zhang Yang had a strange expression on his face, and looked up and down carefully at the pig Wuneng in front of him. The more he looked at it, the more it looked like the description in the book, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

Could it be that the second senior brother was born?But the time is wrong, it's too far away, isn't the second senior brother born after the Conferred God?Why is the lich not over yet, how did he pop out?This makes future big brothers feel so embarrassed.

"I'm Zhu Wuneng, I've met fellow Taoist, how dare I ask you what's your name?" Zhu Wuneng bowed modestly.

"Zhang..." He stretched out his hand without hitting the smiling face, Zhu Wuneng was so polite, Zhang Yang couldn't say anything, he opened his mouth to say his name, when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly felt something was wrong, as for what was wrong Unable to figure it out, he changed his mouth and said, "Gourd."

When he yelled the word gourd, Zhang Yang's body shook, and suddenly his whole body became clear, his thoughts were clear, and the depression he felt in his heart before disappeared instantly at this moment.

"Rectification of name." A word suddenly appeared in Zhang Yang's mind.

The so-called name rectification is to confirm the identity, just like in the previous world, if you have a registered permanent residence, you are a legal citizen. If you don’t have a registered permanent residence, you will always be a black household. It is the same as Zhang Yang’s situation. The biggest difference is that Zhang Yang rectifies his name to the world.

Zhang Yang didn't like to beat around the bush, so he cut straight to the point and said, "Second Master... Fellow Daoist Pig, why did you stop me from killing him?" After speaking, he pointed at the silver-robed man whose whole body was scorched and his breath was weak.

"Friend Daoist, do you know the origin of this person?" Zhu Wuneng did not answer Zhang Yang's question directly, but asked rhetorically.

"That's not necessary!" With a sneer, Zhang Yang answered directly. If someone wants to kill him, his first thought is not to ask the other party's origin and whether he can kill the other party, but to get rid of the other party first.

With a slight smile, Zhu Wuneng didn't show his tough attitude anymore, pointed at the man in silver robe and said, "His name is Prodigal Son Xing, and he is the ninth son of Lang Wanli, the patriarch of the Taiyin clan. If you kill him, you will definitely attract Taiyin The pursuit of a clan, the power of the Taiyin clan is beyond your imagination."

"I advise you to let him go, so as not to make yourself uncomfortable. You have such strength now, and your achievements will be limitless in the future. There is no need to provoke such forces as the Taiyin Clan."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang waved his hand, interrupted Zhu Wuneng's words, and said lightly: "I don't care about the Taiyin clan or the Sun clan, I only know that there is revenge and complaints. Since he wants to kill me, he should have Prepare to be killed."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Zhu Wuneng's expression, he slapped the prodigal son's body with his big hand, and it shattered, and a golden light fled into the distance, which was the soul of the prodigal son.

"Come back to me." Seeing that the soul of the prodigal son wanted to run away, Zhang Yang snorted coldly, grabbed his hand, and a dragon roar sounded, and then a golden dragon flew out from his hand, and rushed straight at the soul of the prodigal son with its teeth and claws.

It is the unique skill of catching dragon hands, catching people and things, which is always disadvantageous.

No matter how far the Prodigal Son Xing's Primordial Spirit could be abolished, he was caught by the claw of the will dragon. Just as he wanted to resist, the dragon claw exerted force, and there was a bang. up in the air……

From Zhang Yang interrupting Zhu Wuneng's words to crushing his soul, everything happened in the blink of an eye. When Zhu Wuneng reacted, the prodigal son's soul was broken.

"You...you really killed him?!" Zhu Wuneng's face changed a few times, he looked at Zhang Yang with a regretful expression, and said with a soft sigh, "You've got something to do, you've got a big deal to do."

. . . . . . . . .

Taiyin secret realm.

A towering, majestic nine-story tower, above: the tower of the soul.

"It's not good, it's not good, the Ninth Young Master's soul lamp is off..." A person ran out of the Divine Soul Tower in a panic, shouting, and ran towards the front hall.

Entering the hall, he knelt down in front of a middle-aged man in a white Taoist robe with a majestic face and a hint of sternness in his eyes, and said tremblingly: "Master, the soul lamp of the Ninth Young Master just went out... ."

"What?" The middle-aged man jumped up, his whole body exploded, he slapped the table suddenly, and struck out with such force that the table shattered, grabbed the visitor by the neck, and said with a grim face: "Xiao Jiu's soul lamp!" Extinct? Don't you lie to me?"

"Don't dare... If the master doesn't believe it, you can go to the Soul Tower to have a look." The visitor was crushed by Lang Wanli's Shi Shi, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling.

"Huh!" With a cold snort, Lang Wanli's body flashed with silver light, and when he left the hall, he came to the place where the soul lamp of the prodigal son was placed. Seeing the soul lamp that had been extinguished, Lang Wanli's body was instantly shocked by electric shock. ． ． ． ． ．

At this moment, the silver light flickered, and more than a dozen figures, men and women, appeared behind Lang Wanli. When they saw the soul lamp of the prodigal son, they all turned into boundless anger, murderous, and roared one after another.

"Kill my Taiyin family, even if it is far away!"

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