The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 312 Martial Dao Primordial Spirit
Western Constellation Sea.

"Wow!"

A high-pitched and sharp eagle cry suddenly resounded through the sky.

The goshawk looked down into the sky and circled once, as if it had been greatly frightened, it fluttered its wings and wanted to fly high.

In the cold and frightened eagle's eyes, the yellow sand Gobi, the earth and the human world, far away, a figure floated like a ghost, without touching the ground, surrounded by clouds and mist, accompanied by the breeze, with the green robe fluttering, it came quickly And anxious.

From a distance, this person is still in the sky, as small as a gravel, but with a second glance, he has quickly drawn closer.

With a single step, falling into the dust, it was Chen Zhuo.

He fell to the ground with both feet, and under the tumbling sand, a piece of dry bone shattered silently.

The strong wind blew again, and under the turned up dust, there were more bones than usual.

Some are livestock, cattle and sheep, while others are human bones.

He raised his hand, and the goshawk fluttered its wings in mid-air, like a kite being reeled, fell from the sky and landed on his wrist.

Chen Zhuo smoothed the feathers of the goshawk, and looked up with a calm expression. He saw a snow peak rising from the sky on the Gobi in the distance. .

It was a temple, a stone temple, magnificent and tall.

The moment Chen Zhuo arrived, he looked far away and saw dozens of figures rushing down from the snow peak, as if he had been prepared.

But what he looked at was not these people, but a gaze cast from the snow peak, sinister and vicious, full of murderous intent and hatred, like an evil ghost, as if he wanted to cut Chen Zhuo into pieces and eat him alive.

The two gazes faced each other across the air, and they looked at each other from a distance. The moment they collided, Chen Zhuo grinned.

This Nan Murong has indeed become different.

He released the goshawk, stepped again and again, raised and lowered, he was already seven or eight zhang away, but after a few shakes, dozens of figures were close in front of him.

Chen Zhuo didn't even look at it, he kept walking with his hands behind his back, and when the two sides crossed each other, he raised his arms and shot straight at the top of the mountain. A cluster of red flames, as the fire surged, the pores of the whole body were sprayed with fire color, and immediately scattered in the wind and frost, scorched ash all over the sky, leaving no bones left.

Bones, bones, still bones.

From what I saw along the way, this is not a snow mountain, it is clearly made of bone mountains.

It was appalling and shocking.

And the closer he got to the palace on the top of the mountain, Chen Zhuo felt an unusual sense of oppression, which was extremely ominous and frightening.

But he wouldn't stop, he improved his body skills, and flew high.

Stamping again, the person is already standing in the palace.

"You're here!" Youyou's words floated from the depths of the palace, "You really dare to come."

An indescribable smell of blood was pushed in front of Chen Zhuo by the cold wind passing through the palace.

Strong and disgusting.

In the empty palace, a blood-colored figure walked out from the shadows, opened a pair of scarlet eyes with great interest, and looked up and down at Chen Zhuo.

And under the snow peak, figures exuding evil aura appeared from nowhere in all directions, all of them were martial artists who had cultivated magic skills, and now they were swarming up.

"It's you who dug my Murong family's ancestral grave and exposed the bones to the sun for seven days and seven nights?" The man's voice was originally calm and clear, but when his breath sank, it suddenly became hoarse like a knife scraping his throat, full of murderous intent, "Chen, Do you really think that you are the only one in this world who can cover the sky with your hands? It is probably thanks to you that my Murong family has fallen to this point. Today I want to avenge my shame and rebuild my prestige."

This person is Murong Fu, and this person is actually the famous Murong Fu.

Goodbye now, how can I still have the handsome and unrestrained appearance of the past, with bloody red eyes, pale face, a cloud of blood mist drifting around my body, and the brocade robe has also turned into a blood robe, bloody and incomparably sinister.

Sure enough, his heart changed drastically.

Chen Zhuo didn't speak, and walked towards the other party without stopping for a moment after entering the palace.

As he approached step by step, the originally cold palace suddenly became warmer, but this warmth continued to rise, it began to become hot, then hot, then hot, the air was like boiling water, It stimulates the internal organs of people.

Originally, it was extremely cold at the end of midwinter, but in this palace, there was an illusion of being exposed to the scorching sun.

No words, nothing but killing intent.

Chen Zhuo strode forward, his right hand resting on top of his back was already flexing his five fingers, and he was slowly clenching it.

For such irrational and even more inhuman existences, he can only... kill!

Murong Fu felt the all-pervasive fiery intent, smiled coldly, and the blood mist outside his body instantly turned into a layer of protective energy.

He raised his hand and pointed in the air, the brilliance of the fingertips flashed, and a ray of blood-colored sword energy burst out of the air and landed on Chen Zhuo's body.

It's a pity that the sword energy fell like a mud cow into the sea.

Chen Zhuo didn't stop, he stepped forward again, the distance between the two was only nine steps.

The blood in Murong Fu's eyes instantly stained the eye sockets red, Yi Ya's face suddenly turned ferocious, the blood-colored zhenqi gushed out from her body, the richness was almost as real, as the zhenqi touched, it swept across the hall like a wave of blood.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was surprised by Chen Zhuo's methods, but then turned into a sneer: "Kill him."

But those people outside the hall had already poured in.

Chen Zhuo's martial arts was shocking to the world, and the essence in his body was naturally far superior to ordinary people. In the eyes of these Jianghu people who practiced martial arts with living people, it was a great tonic, and they all looked crazy, and went on and on.

Chen Zhuo turned a blind eye and sank his toes, but he saw clusters of flames visible to the naked eye rising from his feet, and then wrapped them up, turning them into a huge fireball.

The terrifying heat wave immediately pushed out all the evil blood-colored true energy, and those evil demons and heretics, whenever they came into contact with him, they would all be turned into fly ash, and they couldn't even hear a scream.

Murong Fu focused his attention on it, instead of not being surprised, he opened his hand, the blood-colored zhenqi suddenly surged, and rushed past, those people from the Jianghu who had learned the magic kung fu were all involved, their whole body's energy was swallowed up, and when they waited When it fell out, it had turned into dry bones, and was wiped out in the blazing fire.

After swallowing dozens of people in one breath, Murong Fu laughed wildly as if he was greatly relieved, the blood-colored zhenqi all over his body was blazing like flames, and he raised his arms high, the zhenqi immediately condensed sharply, and straightened towards the sky, like a blood-colored divine sword, piercing through The palace was turned upside down, just waiting for a sword to slash, it was the innate invisible sword energy.

And Chen Zhuo's indomitable pace also stopped at this moment, and Murong's smile became more and more wild when he saw it.

"Hahaha……"

But at this moment, an extremely unimaginable scene happened.

Although Chen Zhuo stopped walking, his eyebrows darkened, and Murong Fu's laughter stopped abruptly, his expression turned stiff and terrified, but soon turned into a distorted and hideous look, and the sword in his hand raised, It was about to strike straight down, and roared loudly: "Death!"

But in his eyes, an illusory shadow unexpectedly squeezed out from Chen Zhuo's body, and walked out, still with his hands behind his back.

"It's not bad, I also have a realization, today you will try it for the first time."

Chen Zhuo didn't speak, but his words echoed in the palace.

The originally dim palace instantly became brighter, and the phantom radiated bursts of golden light, like a big sun across the sky, and stepped forward, only in Murong Fu's first shrinking and then dilated pupils, he clenched his fist with his right hand and came out. The fist landed, stopped a step away, and the fist landed on the opponent's eyebrow.

Murong Fu looked at the phantom in front of him, his expression was indescribably exciting, his lips moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "This is... the Primordial Spirit of Martial Dao!"

(End of this chapter)