Chapter 172 (1/2)

perpetrate every conceivable crime and be unpardonably wicked.

It must be killed.

Shen Zhenyi has this principle.

He has such lofty goals that he is indifferent to reality, but it doesn't mean there is no bottom line.

If you have power, you can't get lost in killing and destruction. Otherwise, there will be no reason for existence.

”I die?”

The gods are going to laugh.

”When the grass grows on your grave, I won't die yet. Since you're talking like crazy, you're ready to take on the sad result.”

He stepped back like lightning, and the green smoke was emitted from every pore of his body, which immediately covered his body completely.

”Xuanchan poisonous fog!”

The one who knew the goods immediately cried out, ”you can use this unique skill as soon as you can. It's difficult for Mr. Shen San!”

The martial arts of the poisonous sect's gods, named poison lotus xuanchan, is a vicious Kung Fu that poisons oneself first and then others.

First of all, use the most poisonous things in the world to refine your body, until every inch of your body's skin and hair is more poisonous than the most poisonous thing.

At that time, the gods occasionally got a plant of yinluobailian from the underworld, accumulating tens of millions of corpse poison, which was the absolute poison that no one in their family, including the grandmaster, had ever received.

That's why he was able to excel in the blue and become a master, which made the martial arts people in the world scared.

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

Even if it is a strong master, under normal circumstances can only retreat, dare not face up to.

Nowadays, it's almost shameless to use this kind of Kung Fu in the challenge arena. If Shen Zhenyi doesn't admit defeat and jumps off the golden arena, he will be in danger.

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

”Dirty!”

Shen Zhenyi only slightly frowned.

The smell of this poisonous fog is not very good.

This makes Shen San childe dissatisfied with his clean nature. He does not want to take any action. He flicks his sleeve lightly. He sees a streamer flying out of his sleeve and turns into a shining dove. He hovers in the air and plunges into the poisonous fog!

Hiss!

Then there was a terrible cry. A big skull rolled down from the golden platform and fell to the ground dozens of feet below.

”It's poison sect, all gods go to!”

Some people had sharp eyes and could see it clearly in the air. Suddenly, the crowd was in a panic. They also stepped back several feet, making a large space for the head to land safely.

Even relatives and friends, also dare not to pick up the head of the million.

His whole body is poisonous, his blood is poisonous, his skin and flesh are poisonous, and his hair and teeth are all poisonous. He can't touch them.

The head fell to the ground and rolled on the spot. It was still a leopard with wide eyes. It seemed that he did not understand how he died.

Struggling to roll in the dust for three or four times, this is the exhaustion of energy, but die, for a moment and a half, it turned into a pool of pus.

”Eh --”