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Chapter 117 The weak eat the strong [Second update please subscribe! 】

As early as when Pei Zhao discovered that Xing Wuyan's head was bursting with death, he had been communicating with Jiang Gu using his spiritual sense.

Jiang Gu's sudden attack at this moment was actually not sudden at all. He had been waiting for this moment, but he had actually been waiting for a long time.

The power of the seal exploded, and the unfamiliar aura that was about to burst out from Xing Wuyan's body was immediately blocked, and the connection between the two old men and Xing Wuyan was directly cut off.

And Jiang Gu's left hand, which was free, was also on the two elders in the middle stage of the Wuling Realm, repeatedly hitting through the void.

Every time he tapped it, the condensed power of the seal fell from his fingertips.

As the bodies of the two elders in the middle stage of the martial spirit realm slowly fell down, Jiang Gu's free left hand, starting from the little finger, lit up again.

Green belongs to wood, white belongs to gold, red belongs to fire, black belongs to water, and yellow belongs to earth!
"Five elements seal, suppress evil!"

An irresistible sealing force appeared in Jiang Gu's left hand, and without any hesitation, he pressed directly towards Xing Wuyan's abdomen.

"what!"

Pei Zhao's comprehensive suppression, coupled with Jiang Gu's profound sealing power, under the crushing force of the two forces, Xing Wuyan suddenly let out an extremely painful wail.

His body began to become distorted, his body swelled rapidly, sharp teeth, crazy growth of body hair, sharp claws... The appearance of the whole person changed in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, they completely changed into the berserk appearances of those ghost-faced men Pei Zhao met at first, and their physical functions were also improved in an all-round way.

But even in this state, under the control of Pei Zhao and Jiang Gu, Xing Wuyan could not break free at all.

On the other hand, during this process, Pei Zhao's attention was firmly focused on Xing Wuyan.

Until the black energy in the latter's body was fully stimulated, the opponent's increased combat power had already reached the peak level of the Martial Spirit Realm.

"Has the people of the ghost clan been able to assimilate a strong man of this level?"

Pei Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly. There was no need to continue the test after the matter reached this point.

"Martial Spirit Skill, Blood Moon Kill!"

As Pei Zhao started the blood moon killing silently in his heart, a suffocating force quietly rose from Pei Zhao's body.

During this process, everyone present could only vaguely see a boundless blood moon, which suddenly occupied the whole mind, but it disappeared in the next second.

It was at this time that Xing Wuyan's wailing stopped abruptly, and his entire body had turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

All of a sudden, an extremely stench and strong bloody smell spread out, but in the pile of rotten meat, there was only a ghost face with fangs and two ring-like things left.

"Master..."

Luo Wuchen, who was originally kneeling on the ground, just woke up from this shocking scene at this moment, and murmured in a daze.

A phantom like a remnant soul slowly drifted out from Xing Wuyan's stump, lightly touched the back of Luo Wuchen's head, and immediately disappeared with a smile.

"Master."

"Why is this?!"

Watching Xing Wuyan's soul body dissipate, feeling the tenderness and brief words that Xing Wuyan had left when he stroked his head at the last moment of his life.

Under this stimulation, Luo Wuchen couldn't bear it any longer, and his body directly slumped on the ground, tears streaming out of his eyes.

And during the whole process, even though General Yunyin wanted to help, he also knew that he couldn't help at all.

So it wasn't until after everything was over that General Yunyin at the side ordered his subordinates to wrap the Fanged Ghost Mask exuding a deadly spirit with spiritual energy through the system console, and immediately picked it up.

"It's a magic weapon made by people of the ghost clan, and it's specially used to refine the monk's 'ghost mask'."

When he said this, General Yunyin sighed deeply.

The conjuration method of the refining monk, coupled with the support of the exclusive magic weapon, can completely pollute even the soul's heart.

Until this moment, he seemed to understand everything, and then he spoke rather bitterly.

"I didn't expect the Sect Master of the Xingyun Pavilion to be completely polluted by that ghost clan's Xiaoxiao with the face of a ghost."

"And the strong ghost clan who can do all this without him resisting is obviously not an existence that he can fight alone..."

Xing Wuyan may have resisted, maybe he has resisted, or maybe, he is willing to act as a lackey of the ghost clan.

But at this moment, everyone is more willing to believe that Xing Wuyan is the former, not the latter.

"General Yunyin, take care of the aftermath."

"Next, we have to break into the 'Demon's Promenade'. As for the current matter, you have to deal with it yourself."

After saying this, Pei Zhao thought, and the remaining two rings flew into Pei Zhao's hands in an instant.

Before leaving, Pei Zhao patted Luo Wuchen's shoulder, and one of the rings quietly floated in front of Luo Wuchen.

"Your master's stuff, keep it as a thought."

After saying this, Pei Zhao and the two were about to leave, but Luo Wuchen stood up and bowed deeply to Pei Zhao and Jiang Gu.

"Master Pei Zhao, Mr. Gu Hai, the master finally told me."

"Thank you for freeing his soul."

Hearing Luo Wuchen's words, Pei Zhao didn't turn around, but just raised his hand and waved it indifferently.

After doing all this, Pei Zhao and Jiang Gu also left the battleship first.

Under the reflection of the thunder and lightning in the sky, the two figures in the sky slowly descended and landed on the ground outside the Demonic Zone.

Looking at the Molin area not far away, Pei Zhao frowned slightly.

Jiang Gu, who was at the side, seemed to find that something was wrong with Pei Zhao's mood, so he couldn't help but be concerned.

"Stinky boy, what's the matter?"

Hearing Jiang Gu's question, Pei Zhao forced a smile, then pursed his lips and replied.

"It's nothing, I just feel that people like Xing Wuyan are quite pitiful."

"Pei Zhao, you have to understand deeply that in the world of monks, there is no such thing as pity, and the difference between victory and defeat often determines life and death."

Jiang Gu sighed softly, and patted Pei Zhao's shoulder at the same time.

"The law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, Xing Wuyan's fate stems from his own lack of cultivation."

"Perhaps when he was fighting the strong ghost who cast a spell on him, the moment he was defeated and he couldn't escape, the ending of today was already doomed. In this, there is no right or wrong, only the strong The weak die."

"If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. Sometimes you can run away if you can't beat it. It's also the style of the strong. If you can run away, it's a skill."

Jiang Gu's words directly pointed to the matter itself.

But when he heard the last sentence, Pei Zhao's face couldn't help but twitched unconsciously.

But when I thought about it again, I felt that there was a profound truth in it.

(End of this chapter)