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But Li Feiyu's figure seemed to disappear out of thin air, blood smoke rose, he appeared beside Su Heng, and struck Su Heng's left abdomen with a powerful palm.

Bang!

Another palm hit Su Heng's right abdomen.

Next, three palms in a row, hitting different vital points on Su Heng's body.

The five voices were stacked together, like a huge bell, exploding with a bang, the torrential energy wrapped in billowing smoke and dust, like waves spreading in all directions.

"Haha, shameless."

Li Feiyu appeared on the other side, with a little sweat oozing from his forehead.

He proudly said, "This is an extraordinary martial art called Wusha Palm. As long as you are hit by this palm five times, you will die within five steps."

The background of this extraordinary martial arts is probably not small.

So much so that Li Feiyu raised his head, so proud, like a child eager to show off.

pity.

"one!"

Su Heng's indifferent voice came from the bloody smoke.

He took a step forward, the muscles all over his body gradually swelled, exuding an indestructible luster like a dense alloy.

In the second step, his body temperature began to rise, and the invisible heat distorted his vision.

In the third step, those dark red palm prints began to dissipate slowly, turning into thick red smoke.

In the fourth step, Su Heng's body was suddenly covered with large snake scales, his body swelled up, and the terrifying heat radiation rolled towards him like a mountain torrent, crushing everything.

the fifth step--

Boom!

Su Heng's figure completely disappeared from Li Feiyu's eyes.

He was flustered.

Since he was a child, he was gifted unparalleled, awakened his talent, practiced extraordinary martial arts, joined a cult organization, stepped into the extraordinary, his journey went smoothly, and he had never been caught in such adversity.

Li Feiyu took a deep breath.

The extreme sense of threat made him hairy, and he couldn't wait to escape from here.

however.

He just wanted to make a move.

In all directions, countless willow branches rushed to the sky from the ground, intertwined vertically and horizontally and turned into a cage.

He raised his head in despair.

A huge black and red palm, like a canopy, crushes and destroys everything.

===Chapter 184 The doomed doom and Su Heng who hopes to attack (the first full order)===

Fine and dense drizzle.

It fell to the ground with a splash, and blood mixed with sewage flowed around.

boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The last figure of a cultist collapsed to the ground.

A large piece of water splashed.

The bearded Chang Geng sat helplessly in the mud puddle, panting heavily, letting the cold water slide over his cheeks.

"father!"

At this time, a panicked and immature voice came from behind the bearded man.

He turned around and saw his son trotting all the way, with a terrified expression on his face, running towards him.

"Dad is fine."

Chang Geng reached out to hug his son, and wiped the blood from his face.

In the tent, the woman in the goose-yellow patched dress also came out, looking at the scattered corpses outside, her pretty face was full of shock.

The screams were accompanied by cries, and they sounded in the camp one after another.

Someone kicked the corpse on the ground heavily, cursing in a low voice.

Chang Geng's physical strength recovered a little, he simply bandaged the wound on his body, got up and thanked Su Heng, "This time I really thank you little brother, if it wasn't for you, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of the crazy appearance of the leader of the cult just now.

In Chang Geng's heart, there were still waves of fear.

These guys are completely unable to judge by the way of thinking of ordinary people. They regard themselves as servants of evil gods and take pleasure in torturing their compatriots.

Abominable!

Chang Geng still wanted to say something more, but the words got out of his mouth, and he looked at his son and wife beside him.

But he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Chang Geng took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "From now on, if little brother needs it, my Chang Geng life will be yours."

"It doesn't have to be."

Su Heng shook his head, his tone flat.

Although the entire camp was saved, this matter was nothing more than a matter of effort to him.

Standing at different heights.

From the point of view of the problem, it is naturally different.

However, after thinking for a while, he still asked with some doubts, "Why do these people attack you all of a sudden?"

"The cultists shot to kill, what reason is needed there?"

Chang Geng shook his head and smiled wryly, "And, Brother Su Heng, do you still remember what I said to you last night... We met a group of cultists not long ago when we were in the sports car. There's a batch."

The other party even knew his own name.

obviously.

I am afraid that this convoy has already been targeted.

"The cultists are very powerful in the wilderness, and they have contacts with the high-level officials of many cities. If they are targeted now, they will probably be very troublesome in the future."

The bearded man sighed, and said helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer."

"yes."

Su Heng nodded, and asked again, "Listen to you, the power of cultists in the wild is very rampant?"

"That's natural."

The bearded man smiled wryly and explained, "Brother, you should have lived in the city since you were a child, and you don't know the rules in the wild. For us wilderness refugees, the most terrifying survival crisis on the road is not those powerful mutant creatures. , it's not the red moon above the head, but the cultists..."

"This cultist has connections with many high-level officials in wilderness cities and tribes."

"The upper echelons of those cities want to gain power to maintain their rule, while the cultists need to kill their compatriots to vent their madness and complete the sacrifice to gain more power."

"That's it, I understand."

Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some emotion, "In this way, a vicious circle is formed. There are fewer and fewer refugees in the wilderness, but the number of cultists is increasing. Even those who reject the cultists A prosperous city will be unsustainable in the end."

What the bearded man said made Su Heng suddenly understand.

At the very beginning, he always thought that the root of the cultists was in Wangjing City and its surrounding cities.

Now, he discovered that the real situation was not the case.

The sphere of influence of the cultists is in the wilderness outside Wangjing City.

It's no wonder that Wangjing City has used countless harsh laws to crack down on it in recent years, but in the end it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. The turmoil caused by the cultists has not subsided so far.

And the cultists in the wilderness...

Even those high-level people in Wangjing City knew that they were here, but they were powerless to kill them one by one.

The restricted area and the increasingly sharp contradictions within the city are enough to cause headaches for those in power.

As for the cultists outside the restricted area, there was no way to deal with them due to the large number and the cover of ordinary refugees. In the end, they had to let it go.

such a result.

That is, the number of cultists is increasing, and the city will never be able to break free from the quagmire of turmoil.

And after the number of cultists goes up.

A new forbidden zone will be born, and the forbidden zone cannot be eliminated. In the end, the already limited military power of Wangjing City will be further dispersed.

And so on and on.

It's no wonder that Wangjing City has gone from the prosperous central city of Artis in the past to what it is today, with scars and scars, like an old man.

"This is the end."

Seeing Su Heng who was frowning and lost in thought, the bearded man suddenly said with emotion, "We clearly know that the abyss of destruction is in front of us, but we can't struggle and we are heading towards the doomed end."

"Do not."

Su Heng patted the shoulder of the bearded man, and looked at the little boy in the bearded man's arms tenderly, "As long as there are new lives born, there will always be hope."

"Maybe."

The bearded man shook his head and smiled wryly.

……

Wild grass city.

A secret chamber deep underground.

In the dilapidated room, there is a long wooden table in the center, and the two sides of the wooden table are full of seats.

The head of the cult, the wheel-turning king, sat on the main seat with a white gauze wrapped around his head, with a sad face.

Beside him, Xu Hong, a snake-haired young man, and Gao Xiang, a tall and strong middle-aged man, the only remaining great mentors in the two churches, each had wounds on their bodies, and their breath was a little sluggish.

Not long ago.

They took another trip to the dark mountains in the real world.

As a result, this time it was even worse.

They didn't even encounter the willow tree's obstruction, and they were beaten out by the giant cocoon that had gradually awakened and regained part of their consciousness.

If you don't see something bad, run quickly.

It is very possible that he will be pinched back and forth by the willow tree and the giant cocoon, and will be completely blocked in the cave.

But even so, the sudden burst of power from that giant cocoon was enough for the three of them to eat a pot, each with serious injuries.

but.

It is also because of the repeated failures these days.

Zhuanlun Fawang's immediate superior, the chief priest in the western Jordan Land, could not bear it anymore.

He intends to cross a distance of tens of thousands of miles.

Through the rituals passed down from ancient times, descend into the body, and do it yourself.

Jordan and Wangjing City were originally the two brightest pearls of human civilization in the Golden Age.But now, because of their different beliefs, they hate each other and gradually move towards the road of hostility.

and…

What's more frightening is that Jordan doesn't seem to be bothered by the restricted area.

Over the years, the military strength accumulated through continuous development is much stronger than that of Wangjing City.

In order to complete the ceremony, the slave hunting team under Zhuan Lun Dharma King was running at full speed these days, and the wilderness was full of blood and rain again.

In the underground chamber.

A top-secret meeting is taking place.