The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 312
Li Changan is crazy!
This is what everyone thinks, including Weiwei and the others.

Knowing that there must be a bullet in the next round of this gun, he actually shot himself in the head.

The gunfire from the M29 revolver is like a ball of flames, which can be seen clearly even in daylight.

But what can be seen more clearly is that terrifying Magnum warhead, which came out of the gun with a strong kinetic energy, and forcibly fixed on Li Changan's temple.

After the gunshot and gunfire, the bullet fell helplessly onto the rock, making a crisp sound.

Under the incredulous eyes of everyone on the scene, Li Changan put down his revolver, and coldly snorted at the group of jumping clowns: "It's only been six years, have you forgotten the fear you had back then?"

His voice was flat, but whether it was Zhihongtang or Yakuza, whether it was the Pingchuan faction or the Seven Stars Gang, these people's legs were trembling, and they wanted to turn around and run away.

The pressure that Li Changan put on them had already broken their nerves.

Under the black windbreaker, the face covered with light mist, the double-headed dragon ring on the hand... It seems that until this moment, they suddenly remembered the identity of the demon in front of them and the terrifying rumors about him in the underground world.

Li Changan snorted, turned around and left with Weiwei and the others.

It wasn't until he was far away that the group of people wiped off their sweat and relaxed a little.

The little man carrying rocks from the Vietnamese Pingchuan faction forced a smile: "There must be something wrong with this gun, and he is not a superman. How could he not be injured at such a close range."

The top masters who can participate in the life-and-death battle of the Bon Festival all have the unique skill of dodging bullets, but they are only dodging under special circumstances. Facing the firepower of the M29 head-on, no one can guarantee that they are all right.

A kid from South Korea's Seven Star Gang also grinned and said, "Yeah, maybe Li Chang'an changed the bullets secretly. Our brother Jin Jixuan is the real man who faces the test of life and death."

The Korean who vomited and urinated much better, and forced a wave of pretending: "Yes, he must have secretly changed the bullet, so..."

As soon as he said this, the warhead that landed on the rock suddenly bounced with a whoosh and hit his temple, and then with a bang, half of his head was blown off on the spot, and the faces of the surrounding people were smashed.

After all, he still couldn't dodge the bullet. The people at the scene screamed, and then retreated with no expression on their faces. Only seven people wrapped in black robes were left standing there.

The group of black-clothed men from India's Wesmoye Society were all kneeling on the ground at this time, and a light blue aura flew out of the dead Korean, which was swallowed up by six of the black-clothed men. .

In the distance, Li Changan stopped in his tracks, frowned and looked at Lan Ruo beside him: "You are not allowed to do such a thing in the future!"

Everyone was baffled, but they didn't know that Lan Ruo's mind was still on the side of the rock just now. Hearing the group of people insulting Li Changan, he couldn't help manipulating the bullet to kill the Korean.

Lan Ruo stuck out her tongue at this moment: "Mr. Dao, I won't dare next time."

"Your thoughts are too strong, killing willfully will affect your mental state and cultivation." Li Chang'an said slowly: "The real strong people in this world are first of all the strong minds, and secondly, the strong ones who fight. "

There were less than 10 hours left before the life-and-death battle, and the weather on this isolated island changed greatly during the day. Not long after returning from the boulder arena, it began to rain heavily.

Li Changan sat under the tent, looking at the heavy rain with some boredom, and Weiwei beside him seemed to guess what was on his mind: "Li, do you think the opponents in this life-and-death fight are too good?"

Li Changan glanced at her, and couldn't help laughing: "It does feel that way, according to normal, the masters of each Yu Lan Basin Festival should be getting better and better, but looking at it today, those guys are simply too bad. "

He shook his head and walked out of the tent, the rain was surging around him, as if blocked by an invisible force, it looked very magical.

Zhu Xiaohu walked up to him, with a worried expression on his face: "Master, I remember you said that if you use the power in your body, you will suffer backlash. You should take back your power now, the opponents on this island are not that powerful , besides, we are still here."

Zhu Xiaohu is his direct disciple, so she knows a little more about Li Changan.

Li Changan looked at Xiaohu, shook his head and said: "I always have a sense of crisis. Ever since I landed on the island, I felt that things would not be that simple. The black hand behind the scenes has almost integrated all my enemies. Although the Qingcheng Poison Sect has been destroyed, he Besides, there is another Yang Jiugui, after the life-and-death fight tonight, it will be the rare Ghost Moon Ghost Day in a hundred years, Yang Jiugui wants to open the gate of the underworld with all his heart, I don’t know what will happen then.”

Zhu Xiaohu couldn't help worrying about Master, but she thought in her heart: "It turns out that Master can't control the overall situation every time. He shows his confidence, but he just doesn't want us to worry. Alas, Master likes to take care of things by himself too much." Get up, but unfortunately I don't understand anything, so I can't help Master."

After the heavy rain, the waves and tides beat the rocks, and the night gradually fell.

Hundreds of torches have been lit on the boulder arena, illuminating the arena brightly.

The life-and-death struggle of the Obon Society has finally begun.

The major dark organizations in Asia came to the ring again and stood separately under the ring. Li Changan and the others slowly walked over.

This time, no one dared to provoke again, and according to the rules, this year, the Huaxia Youth Association will be the host, so the members of the Youth Association will be the first to appear on the stage, and other dark organizations will draw lots to determine the challenge ranking.

The lottery ended soon, but a strange news came, that the Indian Wesmoye Society chose to abstain, that is to say, it would no longer participate in the life-and-death struggle of the Ten Temples of Yama.

Li Changan frowned, and Lan Ruo beside him said in a low voice: "Mr. Dao, the six puppets of the Weismoye Society seem to be absorbing the dead energy around them. I'm afraid their purpose is for this."

Li Changan didn't speak, but clues were connected in his mind.

After a long time, he suddenly trembled: "That's right, Weismoye really doesn't want to participate in the life-and-death battle, they are waiting for the massacre to start, the more people die, the more death energy those puppets absorb, and the standing here People, everyone is a villain who kills without batting an eye, and the yin energy after their death is even more evil."

And the Weismoye Society is not the so-called Indian dark organization at all. Li Changan has long speculated that they are disguised by the ghost sect. Then after absorbing enough dead energy, they will take away these evil energies. As for what to do What, of course it was to provide convenience for Yang Jiugui's soul-calling operation.

What a neat layout.

This must have been planned by Yang Jiugui. The man behind the scenes was using Yang Jiugui, and Yang Jiugui was using the man behind the scenes.

"Stay unchanged." Li Chang'an said softly, "If we kill the puppets of the Wesmoye Society now, I will lose my only chance to find Yang Jiugui, so we can only wait!"

Speaking of which, the results of the lottery over there came out. The Vietnamese Pingchuan faction was unlucky and became the first challenger.

(End of this chapter)