Chapter 172

perpetrate every conceivable crime and be unpardonably wicked.

Must kill.

Shen Zhenyi has this principle.

He has lofty goals and is indifferent to reality, but it does not mean that there is no bottom line.

With power, you can't get lost in killing and destruction. Otherwise, there is no reason to exist.

"I die?"

The gods laughed wildly.

"When the grass grows on your grave, I won't die. Since you talk wildly, be ready to bear the sad results!"

His body retreated quickly like lightning, and green smoke was emitted from every pore of his body, which immediately shrouded his body completely.

"Xuanzen poison fog!"

Someone who knew the goods immediately shouted, "you can use this unique skill as soon as you make a move. It's difficult for Mr. Shen!"

The martial arts developed by the poison sect gods are called poison lotus xuanchan. It is a vicious Kung Fu that poisons yourself first and then others.

First, use the most poisonous thing in the world to harden your body until every inch of your skin and hair is more poisonous than this most poisonous thing.

At the beginning, the gods occasionally got a Yin Luo white lotus from the underworld and accumulated tens of millions of corpse poison. It is an absolutely poisonous thing that no one in their family, including their ancestors, has ever obtained.

That's why he was able to surpass the blue and become a great master, which frightened all martial arts in the world.

This mysterious Zen poison fog is to discharge the accumulated toxins in the body at one time, dense the body and become a sharp weapon for killing.

Even a strong expert can only retreat and dare not deal with it positively under normal circumstances.

Now it's almost shameless to use this Kung Fu in the challenge arena. If Shen Zhenyi doesn't admit defeat and jumps down from the golden arena, he's afraid it's more or less bad.

Seeing the yellow green disgusting poison fog spreading, it will soon rush to Shen Zhenyi. Chu Huoluo and Princess long are in a hurry, holding hands and shouting, but they don't know what to do.

"Dirty!"

Shen Zhenyi just frowned slightly.

This poisonous fog doesn't smell very good.

This made Shen Sanzi dissatisfied. He was too lazy to see the moves. He brushed his sleeve gently. He saw a streamer flying out of his sleeve and turning into a shining pigeon. He circled in the air and plunged into the poison fog!

Hiss!

Then there was a terrible cry, a cavity of turbid blood rose into the sky, and a big skull rolled down from the golden platform and fell to the ground dozens of feet below.

"It's the poison sect gods!"

Someone had sharp eyes and could see clearly in mid air. Suddenly, the crowd was in a panic. Flying also retreated several feet, leaving a large open space for the head to land safely.

Even relatives and friends don't dare to pick up the head of God.

The man's body is poisonous, blood is poisonous, skin and flesh are poisonous, and his hair and teeth are poisonous. He can't touch them.

The head fell to the ground and rolled on the spot. The leopard's eyes were still wide open. It seemed that he didn't understand how he died.

Struggling to roll three or four times in the dust, he exhausted his strength. However, he died. For an hour and a half, he turned into a pool of pus.

"Gee -"

The people shouted for relaxation and fear, and finally put down their snacks a little, but they didn't dare to approach after all. Seeing the withered vegetation where the head fell to the ground and the scorched black marks on the ground were lingering fear.

On the golden stage, the poisonous fog was dispersed by the wind.

Shen Zhen's clothes are sparse, like a jade tree standing in the wind.

The poison sect gods threw their heads at the dead body, lying on the stage and shrinking, as if it were quicksand blown away by the wind, which soon scattered without a trace.

He was covered with poison, which was balanced by his powerful power and Qi. It was natural that when a person died, all the poisons ran away and couldn't restrain themselves. He ate his master back.

All gods have poisoned countless people all their life. Finally, they are poisoned by their own poison to make their bones disappear. It is a bad retribution.

Until then, the crowd burst out a shocking cry.

"Just now... I was dazzled just now?"

"Third childe Shen, just cut off the poison sect gods with one sword?"

"I didn't see how he came out and took back his sword at all. Where is his sword?"

"How could there be such a fast sword technique? Did he put the sword in his sleeve? Is this... Is it the sword in the sleeve hidden in the smile of the twelve sword building?"

Someone questioned.

Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly. What he did was indeed the sword in the sleeve of the sword hidden in the smile of the twelve sword building.

His eldest brother Shen Baihe learned this sword technique from Shen Yizhou, the young master of the twelve sword tower, and then wanted to turn over and show Shen Zhenyi once with the momentum of the twelve sword tower.

Take a look, Shen Zhenyi will.

The reason why he used this sword technique to cut people is just that he is easy, doesn't want to get involved in the dirty poison fog, and doesn't want to pollute the sword, so he simply used the sword Qi in his sleeve to give the gods a good time.

"He's cheap."

In fact, such a person who has committed the most heinous crimes should suffer thousands of times. He should be killed with a sword just to prevent him from doing evil again.

Shen Zhenyi doesn't care about using this sword move, but the user is unintentional, but the viewer is intentional.

Many people began to speculate about the relationship between the twelve sword building and the abandoned sword mountain villa. Many people knew that Shen Mengtian, the founder of the abandoned sword mountain villa, was the eldest son of Shen Chongshan, the Lord of the twelve sword building. It was said that the two sides were related by blood.

Now Shen Zhenyi uses the sword technique of the twelve sword tower. Does it mean that the two sides have reached an alliance?

The emperor's face became more gloomy.

"Twelve sword tower..."

He looks ugly. The eight sects in the world are deep-rooted local forces that are difficult to remove. For the sake of the stability of the world, it is impossible for the great moon Dynasty to wipe out all these sects. It can only give them some power and autonomy, which makes the self respecting Shan Yu very upset.

The sudden rise of Shen Zhenyi made him suspicious.

Now it seems that there are twelve sword buildings behind it. The twelve sword tower is far away in the north and occupies a part of the power, but the abandoned sword villa appears in the south. The two places are thousands of miles away. Is this a distant echo?

The emperor couldn't understand for a moment, but he always felt as if he had cut something on his chest.

"Shen Chongshan... His hands are really stretched out. The eldest son's death can't extinguish his old ambition. A wind and thunder city is not enough to drag his hind legs? It's really old but not dead. It's a thief, so hateful!"

Shen Chongshan was also a talented person when he was young. Shan Yujing didn't like him very much. Later, he was depressed for 300 years and there was no sign of great development in the twelve sword building. The royal family was relieved of the twelve sword building.

Now there is a Shen Zhenyi, which is better than Shen Mengtian in those years. Of course, the emperor will feel that there is a problem.

Princess Yan found that the emperor clenched his fist and looked uncertain, but she couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger.