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"Also, if I don't come back soon, I will take my little brother to the main helm for a banquet."

"I have a little something to take care of."

A cold light flashed in Chen Heng's eyes, and he turned around and walked out of Fortune Square.

"Okay, Mr. Chen!" The manager happily sent Chen Heng out of the fortune shop, turned around and wiped his sweat.

"I'm telling you, you have to take good care of that man."

The steward dragged a few gang members and said harshly.

"Let him lose more and win less, but win big every time."

"When does that man have enough fun and when does he stop? Do you understand?"

"It's done!" Several gang members understood immediately and immediately took over all the gambling tables.

In the setting sun, Chen Heng walked towards the west gate of Qiyang City.

"Can the little beasts at Ghost Corpse Temple finally bear the stench of such a strong corpse?"

Chen Heng didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but only endless expectations.

Ever since he traveled through time, this ghost corpse view has been hanging over his head like a lingering dark cloud.

Today, he finally had the opportunity to sweep away the dark clouds. Chen Heng was not happy before it was too late.

What's more, after solving the Ghost Corpse Temple, there is only one threat left around Qiyang City.

It is the Wutong Divine Sect behind the Ghost Gate.

As long as these two threats are resolved, Chen Heng can boldly run to Heming City to make waves.

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Weng Hua, who had just entered the city for less than two minutes, did not even think that he had been discovered.

He was arranging the blood sacrifice formation in a very hidden way.

"Junior Brother Yuan, I leave the arrangement of the formation to you."

Weng Hua handed all the required materials to Junior Brother Yuan, and planned to leave empty-handed.

"Senior Brother Weng, what are you..." Junior Brother Yuan frowned and asked with some confusion.

"I'm going to take off Chen Heng's head. After all, the Soul-Calming Bell is still in his hand."

"And one of the conditions for the woman to hand over the soul-enchanting hairpin was to hand over Chen Heng's head to her."

"I understand." Junior Brother Yuan nodded and said nothing more.

Ever since he boarded the pirate ship Weng Hua, he had no way out.

Once their plan is discovered by the master, the only outcome will be to be made into living corpses.

A completely awake consciousness, an uncontrollable body, and never-ending torture.

This is the fate of being made into a living corpse.

But they can't do anything if they don't resist. Once Cao Jihan really becomes a prisoner, then these disciples will be nothing more than his blood food.

There is still a glimmer of hope for Cheng Ba, but there is only death for Cheng Jian!

Cao Jihan's transformation into a tyrant is unstoppable, so there is only one way left.

That was the chance to prevent Cao Jihan from going to the Tomb of Hundred Corpses to get a wife.

If Cao Jihan couldn't become a tycoon, then he would have to continue to raise these disciples to collect blood food for him, so as to maintain his cultivation after becoming a tycoon.

Although there is still a lot of danger, at least my life is saved.

"Senior Brother Weng, be careful. If Chen Heng can kill Junior Brother Qingliang and your corpse slave, he must be powerful..."

Junior Brother Yuan wanted to give some instructions, but was interrupted by Weng Hua.

"It's not necessary. No matter how strong Chen Heng is, he is just a mortal warrior."

"Both Corpse Slave and Qingliang are of low strength, so it is not impossible for them to be killed by powerful warriors."

"But I'm different. A small thing like taking off Chen Heng's head is nothing to me..."

Suddenly, a strange voice reached their ears.

"I found you." A ferocious smile broke out on Chen Heng's face.

"You little bug in the Ghost Corpse Temple, do you know that you smell very strong?"

"Who are you?" Weng Hua frowned and began to mobilize the corpse energy in his body, so that he could turn into a wandering corpse at any time.

"Don't you want to take off my head?" Chen Heng looked at the young man in front of him amusedly.

"You can't recognize the real master right in front of you?"

"Okay! So you are Chen Heng!" Weng Hua was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that this kid was stupid enough to send it to his door!

"It's true that there is a way to heaven but if you don't take it, there is no way to hell so you surrender yourself!"

"I don't even carry a weapon, I'm really looked down upon!"

After hearing that the person in front of him was Chen Heng, Weng Hua relaxed completely.

He thought he had encountered someone from the Qianfulou or Daliang clan.

"We don't even need weapons to deal with you two little shrimps." Chen Heng shook his head and made a fist with his right hand.

"Arrogant!" Weng Hua snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and his fingertips immediately turned into five sharp blades shining with green light.

"This is full of corpse poison, and anyone who touches it will die..."

Before Weng Hua finished speaking, Chen Heng had already disappeared.

"Be careful!" Junior Brother Yuan's pupils shrank. He didn't even see Chen Heng's movements clearly just now!

How can it be! ?

"What...?" Just when Weng Hua was confused, Chen Heng's fist had already arrived in front of him.

"There is a road to heaven, so you won't take it, right?"

There was a loud bang, and Weng Hua's head was directly driven into the ground.

"There is no door to hell, so you surrender yourself, right?"

Another punch, and a column of smoke rising into the sky covered the surrounding area.

"I'm looking down on you, right?"

In the smoke and dust, Chen Heng punched Weng Hua in the face one after another.

Weng Hua's originally pretty face had now turned into a pig's head.

But the corpse path gave him the powerful vitality that kept him awake.

He felt Chen Heng's hammer-like fist soberly.

"Grandma, pretend to be cool with me."

Chen Heng patted the dust off his body and picked up Weng Hua with one hand.

"You will die if I don't touch it. Come on, prick me with your nails."

Chen Heng pointed to his carotid artery, his expression extremely arrogant.

"Damn mortal!" Weng Hua's eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, his body instantly hardened, and his black hair quickly became dry.

"Come die!"

The sharp blade on Weng Hua's fingertips stabbed Chen Heng's neck with astonishing power.

There was a crisp sound, and the extremely sharp blade exploded the moment it touched Chen Heng's skin, and the fragments fell to the ground.

"That's it?" Chen Heng scratched his neck, which had not changed color, and looked at Weng Hua in front of him with some confusion.

"Corpse poison!" Weng Hua did not give up, revealing his pitch-black teeth and spitting out black-green poisonous mist.

"Brother, you have bad breath." Chen Heng fanned away the poisonous mist that shrouded his face and frowned in disgust.

"How is that possible!?" Both Weng Hua and Junior Brother Yuan's brains were frozen.

You know, the poisonous mist that Weng Hua sprays is so powerful that it can melt gold and iron.

Why didn't it have any effect on Chen Heng?

"Ahhhhh!" Weng Hua roared while spraying corpse poison, and the sharp blades in his hands turned into phantoms and kept greeting Chen Heng.

"Have you fought enough?" Chen Heng stood there like a mountain, not affected by Weng Hua's attack at all.

"When you've beaten enough, take a break and let me ask you a few questions."

Hearing this, Weng Hua's eyes turned red with anger. He opened his big mouth and exposed his fangs and was about to bite Chen Heng's neck.