Chu Ying's remains were placed in front of Zhou Qingfeng. As for how it came to be, it was really because Uncle Zhou was beaten up by Mangurtai like a sandbag, creating a chance for Guo Buyi to counterattack, and also giving Jia Gang a chance to steal. Otherwise, this skeleton was right in front of Mangurtai's eyes. If it wasn't for Guo Buyi's two Soul Petrifying Stab to stun Mangurtai's mind, Jia Gang wouldn't have had a chance at all.
Right now, this was the last chance to turn the situation around …
In front, Mangurtai went berserk, four-armed golden body, immense strength, and invulnerable. Seeing that Guo Buyi couldn't hold on any longer, someone strong enough was needed. Everyone was now looking at Zhou Qingfeng, while Zhou Qingfeng was looking at Chu Ying's remains on the ground.
"Chu Ying …" Zhou Qingfeng called out tentatively. He had thought of many possibilities of meeting Chu Ying again, but he didn't think it would be like this.
"I'm here." The red light on the skeleton fluctuated. Although it didn't make any sound, everyone could feel this sentence in their minds. When Chu Ying and Kulun performed the Blood Sacrifice, he abandoned his body to avoid the Heaven's Tribulation. Now, after a bunch of things, his soul and all of his cultivation were hidden in this skeleton.
"Can you help?" Zhou Qingfeng asked anxiously. He didn't have time to give a long speech, he couldn't afford to waste even a second. The help he was talking about was Chu Ying giving up reincarnation, voluntarily dispersing his soul, and giving away the cultivation that he had painstakingly obtained to someone else for free — — he was truly helping someone else.
Chu Ying's soul didn't directly agree, he asked in return: "I heard from this Ghost Cultivator that you slept with Abahai, right?"
"Yes."
"Did it feel good?"
"Quite good."
"I thought about it before."
"You won't have a chance."
"Hahaha … You're right, I don't have a chance. Do you know why I was imprisoned by my father? "
"You want his position."
"Actually, I want Abahai. When she married into Hetuala, I wanted her. I never told anyone about it because people thought I was crazy. Now that you've done what I wanted to do but couldn't, I'm actually very happy. So what if I give up on reincarnation? I won't be able to meet Abahai again in my next life. I'll give you my cultivation. "
As soon as Chu Ying finished speaking, the skeleton glowed red. In the distance, Mangurtai was fighting Guo Buyi with great difficulty. When he saw the red light, he shouted angrily, "Chu Ying, do you really want to go against your father?"
The red light left the skeleton and turned into Chu Ying's appearance when he was alive. It gave off a spiritual energy fluctuation that could change the color of heaven and earth. He laughed heartily at Mangurtai and said, "Old Five, I live a happier life than you. I can do whatever I want. Everything I have is my own. Unlike you, you've been a dog your whole life. "
The red light gradually dissipated and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Mangurtai's four arms smashed wildly, forcing Guo Buyi to retreat. He moved his thick legs and shrunk the ground to inches as he dashed towards Zhou Qingfeng. Like a wild beast, he wanted to prevent anyone from obtaining the cultivation Chu Ying left behind. But just as he moved his legs, the exhausted Guo Buyi panted and said, "Wait, you haven't finished fighting with me yet."
Guo Buyi took out a black ball in his hand. After the ball was activated, it shot out a thin ray of light and hit Mangurtai. Mangurtai was about to run in front of Zhou Qingfeng in the blink of an eye, but in the next second, he suddenly jumped back like a video rewind. And as the price, Guo Buyi's black and white hair instantly turned white, and even his face aged a little.
After doing all this, Guo Buyi fell down powerlessly.
Mangurtai himself wondered why he retreated. Because in just a short two or three seconds, Chu Ying's soul disappeared. That little bastard had absorbed the remaining cultivation into his body — — a terrifying opponent had appeared.
Seeing that all his plans had failed, Mangurtai was completely stunned. He turned his head to look at Guo Buyi, whose breath was weak, and looked at the black ball that fell from his hand. He asked in confusion, "What the hell is this?"
Guo Buyi didn't say anything, but Zhou Qingfeng straightened his body and strode over. He first checked his body's condition, and at the same time said with steady steps, "This is the Yin Tablet, which is the same set as the Yang Tablet I have. The Yang Tablet can communicate with the future, while the Yin Tablet can go back in time. The time you were in just now has been reversed by a few seconds. "
In Mangurtai's eyes, Zhou Qingfeng's calm attitude was a naked open provocation. He sized up Zhou Qingfeng, but he didn't sense any particularly large increase in the other's cultivation. He immediately exerted force in his four arms, tightly gripping his saber, axe, and hammer, and got into a fighting stance, shouting, "Kid, let me see what you got from my big brother. You're clearly as weak as a chicken. "
Zhou Qingfeng had already walked to within ten meters of Mangurtai. He was still thirteen years old, and his figure hadn't changed at all. His appearance hadn't changed at all, but his spirited appearance was filled with confidence.
"My path of advancement is a little different from yours." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and made a 'slightly different' gesture. "They say that the poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology. You're obviously a poor person with your strange appearance, and I … I'm going to give the world a big shock. "
Mangurtai shouted loudly in annoyance. He stomped on the ground and swung his saber and axe fiercely. He was like a tiger, as agile as a leopard, and as fierce as a wolf. He attacked in turn, showing off his tyrannical strength. Four weapons turned into a violent attack, and the place where Zhou Qingfeng was standing exploded on the spot. In the rumbling smoke and dust, he attacked like lightning. In a breath's time, he had attacked dozens of times, swearing to kill Zhou Qingfeng into pieces.
"I'm the strongest, I'm the strongest. So what if you got Chu Ying's cultivation? You're still not as good as me. " In the rumbling spiritual energy storm, Mangurtai blasted a large hole in the ground where Zhou Qingfeng was standing. When he could no longer sense Zhou Qingfeng's aura, he waved his hand and created a tornado. The smoke and dust immediately dispersed, revealing the floating soil and … a deep, vertical black hole.
What the hell is this thing?
Where's Zhou Qingfeng? Where did he run off to?
Mangurtai subconsciously felt that Zhou Qingfeng was hiding in the black hole. In the next breath, the black hole suddenly expanded in front of his eyes. Following that, a steel tank flew out of the black hole, directly knocking the berserk big guy away. The car was tall, square in shape, with thick tires and sturdy armor. The car door was printed with an eye-catching police badge and the words "SWAT".
After knocking Mangurtai away, the police armored car began to change before it even landed. The wheels retracted, the front of the car became smaller, and the bulletproof car door and windows turned into a heart guard and arm shield. The body of the car split and kept piecing together. Four thick limbs stretched out, and the front of the car was lifted off the ground. In the end, it formed a three-meter tall, thick, and burly humanoid mechanical weapon.
After falling to the ground, Mangurtai did a somersault and immediately stood up. However, the mechanical weapon opposite him made a roaring engine. The thick mechanical leg stomped on the ground, and the seemingly cumbersome body launched an attack like a cannonball. Accompanied by a fierce and powerful elbow punch, a low, muffled voice was amplified through the loudspeaker. "Trash, feel the power of technology."
Seeing that the opponent was coming at him aggressively, Mangurtai raised his four arms high in front of his chest. However, the mechanical iron fist on the opposite side still punched him away and smashed him into the mud. Along with the heavy punch, the roar from the loudspeaker was still shouting, "I have five tons of weight, three hundred horsepower, explosion-proof tires, ten millimeters of armor, and five centimeters of bulletproof glass. Come at me if you want."
When Mangurtai took a step back, the warrior made of steel took a step forward. The two were about the same height, but the mechanical weapon transformed from the police armored car was even more burly, and its mechanical limbs were several times thicker.
His fists drew blood, and his legs were broken. After a few hits, Manguerte was clearly stunned. He could feel that the strength of the metal guy opposite him was even stronger than his berserk self.
After taking a few punches, Mangurtai then remembered that he should fight back. He started waving the four arms that held the weapons. Among them, the arm that held the machete was the first to finish charging up, and he swung the machete. The blade had armor-piercing spiritual power, and under normal circumstances, it could easily split a bull in half. However, this time, there was a loud clang. The Iron Warrior raised his left arm and raised his shield, easily blocking the attack.
"It didn't break. Surprised, right? This is high-strength alloy steel. Even bullets can't penetrate it. "The Iron Warrior kicked his legs and twisted his waist, pushing hard with his shield. Opposite him, Mangurtai's weight was less than one-tenth of his, and he was no match for him in terms of strength. After being pushed, he staggered back, looking like a gangster who was bullied in a street fight.
The machete couldn't break it, but Mangurtai still had the heavy axe. The heavy axe blade swung in a circle and smashed down. The heavy blow that could split a mountain and split a rock only left a white mark on the wide arm shield. Even if one looked carefully, there was only a shallow dent. This was the result of using 100% of his strength, using up all his muscles and bones, and using up all his spiritual power. How could it only have this little effect?
However, with such a small dent, the Iron Warrior opposite him actually cursed angrily, "Dog Tartars, you actually broke my defense. You really have some skills. I only have one f * cking shield. "
Accompanied by the curses, the mechanical right fist hidden behind the shield punched out. With a clang, it smashed into Mangurtai's terrifying face, and this punch made Mangurtai bleed from the corner of his mouth. His teeth flew out, and his entire face was about to be smashed.
The pain made Mangurtai feel afraid, and fear made him even more furious. After his transformation, his powerful body had the ability of a demon god. He still didn't believe it and gathered all his strength. His four arms and four blades were like a wheel of blades, and he quickly spun and chopped down. At this moment, he had already turned into a violent flame, and he wanted to destroy Zhou Qingfeng at all costs.
Space was split open, and time seemed to have stopped. The strong wind blew out gullies on the ground, and Zhou Qingfeng, who was facing Mangurtai, was like a pillar in the center of the storm. He raised his shield and moved forward with the wind pressure, facing Mangurtai's all-out attack step by step.
Shield attack, disrupting the opponent's attack rhythm.
Punch, destroying the opponent's confidence with a huge force.
Kick the crotch, wishing that he could end the opponent's line of descendants.
The clashing of the weapons created thousands of sparks, and the violent competition made people sweat and blood. Between the heavy roars and short curses, the head-on killing depended on strength and speed. This was a hot-blooded duel between men without any fancy tricks.
After the clashing of attacks, there were hundreds of white marks and dents on the big shield in the mechanical equipment's hands. On the other side, Mangurtai's face was swollen, and he bent over to protect his crotch. He stared at the killing machine with a steel body in disbelief, staring at this technological product that surpassed the times. He had already begun to doubt his life — I'm already so strong that even I am afraid of myself. How can I still encounter this kind of thing?
"Enough." Mangurtai panted heavily, and he retreated seven to eight meters in a row. He glared and shouted, "What the hell is this?"
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