The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 342 The decisive battle with Japan ([-])

Dazzling! ! !Stinging! ! !
Even if Chen Zhuo's skills reached this level, his eyes would still hurt and he would burst into tears.

He squinted his eyes, and his eyes were covered with a layer of chaotic brilliance. He watched all of this quietly, but the corners of his mouth were grinning a little bit. At the same time, he spread his fingers and looked into the void. He saw several stars coming from the sea water. The missile stood still for an instant, and with a wave of Chen Zhuo's hand, the missile immediately returned to its original path.

The white light in front of Chen Zhuo was emitting unimaginable brilliance, more dazzling than Wang Chongyang's "Nine Yang Magic", and the murderous intent it brought was unprecedented.

Kuga let out a huge roar, and the bell image outside his body appeared. Lian Bin also let out a long roar, and the sword energy in his body soared to the sky.

But everything, all the sounds, all the sights, everything in the world seemed to be drowned under this ball of brilliance.

It keeps shrinking and then expanding.

With a loud explosion that shook the sky, a mushroom cloud suddenly rose and bloomed on the sea surface.

The clouds in the sky dispersed and were cleared away.

The water that was originally swirling on the sea now flows backwards and up to the sky, like a waterfall hanging upside down, turning into a terrifying spectacle.

The entire sea surface seemed to instantly collapse into a huge hole, setting off a huge tsunami.

Until this time, the aftermath of the explosion swept over, and Chen Zhuo instantly turned into a small boat in the rough waves.

He stood in the void with his feet, letting the sea water under his feet disappear into thin air and evaporate. His eyes slowly closed, his arms spread wide, as if embracing the world, and he laughed wildly: "Come on!"

The next second, the terrifying high temperature burned every inch of Chen Zhuo's flesh, and the aftermath hit his chest.

Different from the extremely pure high temperature of "Nine Yang Magic", Chen Zhuo could clearly feel that a strange force was destroying his physical body. His tendons, blood vessels, veins, and even everything more subtle were being damaged.

He was at the center of the explosion, and the yin and yang qi circulated outside his body without retreating at all.

Instead of retreating, Chen Zhuo took a step forward. He clenched his fist, and lightning suddenly appeared in his fingers. He laughed wildly and faced the blast wave in front of him. He raised his arm, pumped his fist, and hit it.

"boom!"

There was a strong wind and thunder, and the backflowing seawater was instantly shattered by the terrifying fist that had been tempered for thousands of times.

The originally mighty shock wave was torn open by a huge gap.

In the sky, a helicopter swayed and watched all this from a distance. As the camera zoomed in, Chen Zhuo's figure quickly became clear. Seeing this scene, everyone watching the broadcast was completely silent.

And Chen Zhuo's punch was not without cost. His long hair turned into ashes in the terrifying remaining energy, his clothes were melting, and his skin and flesh were gradually melting away.

The severity of the injuries was truly unprecedented.

Looking back now, he looks like a yaksha evil spirit, with no intact part of his body.

However, due to such a tragic injury, Chen Zhuo's eyes never changed at all. At best, they were just a little more curious.

He slowly looked at his right hand. At first glance, it was still bloody and bloody, but at the next glance, the hand had begun to scab, and then the bloody scab peeled off, revealing new and tender skin.

Everything changes very quickly.

Thunder generates all power, whether it is the power of destruction or life.

At this time, Chen Zhuo's bald head began to sprout dark hair again, and the roots suddenly grew longer and longer. In a few breaths, his hair was as black as a waterfall. There was no injury on his body, and his body was intact again.

After doing all this, he suddenly saw a flash of water outside his body, transformed into a green robe, and then his body sank, falling into the sea.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that pieces of submarine debris surfaced in the sea that Chen Zhuo appeared again.Looking back now, there is no trace of the formerly prosperous Tokyo. Only the rolling currents and turbid waves are left. The boundless sea water has submerged all life, as if it has been wiped away. Only those things floating on the water can tell. It used to be a city.

"Cough cough!"

Chen Zhuo coughed a few times and glanced around, but there was no sign of Lian Bin or Kuuga at all.

He looked at the dim sky in the distance again, and the indescribable sense of oppression made people feel heart palpitations.

However, just when Chen Zhuo was about to retreat and leave, a figure exuding evil energy jumped out of the water like an arrow in the water below him. He raised his hand and made an extraordinary move.

"Fo moves mountains and rivers!"

Under the Buddha's light, even Chen Zhuo had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. He retreated more than ten feet, and then frowned at this strange existence that suddenly appeared.

This man's red hair was flying, and his whole body was covered in flesh and blood. The Rakshasa mask on his face was in pieces, revealing half of his gloomy face. His skin and flesh had melted away, revealing his bones. With the other half of the Rakshasa mask that was almost fused with flesh and blood, It almost looks like a human or a ghost, neither a human nor a ghost. It looks like an evil thing, very strange.

But looking at the other half of the mask, Chen Zhuo still recognized him.

"Fire Cloud Evil God?" he asked.

This person is actually the Fire Cloud Evil God.

"Chen Zhuo!"

Chen Zhuo's expression changed when he heard the faint voice, just because these two words changed their tones several times from beginning to end.

It really was the Fire Cloud Cthulhu.

"No, that's not right!" Chen Zhuo frowned, then relaxed his eyebrows, looked at the other person carefully, and smiled, "You really want to get rid of me, then I should How should I call you? Is it Aye Lai Consciousness? Or Heavenly Dao? Or Fire Cloud Evil God?"

Fire Cloud Evil God also stood in mid-air. His physical strength seemed to have greatly improved, and black light flowed around him, like a black hole, swallowing up the light from all directions.

"There is no difference. Dongfang Invincible is me, Dongfang True Dragon is me, Wang Chongyang is me, and Dark Bodhidharma is me. Now Fire Cloud Evil God has merged with me. He is me and I am him." Fire Cloud Evil God is me. The tone was slow, neither sad nor happy, but there was a terrifying murderous intention inside, "The name is just for you mortals, I am everywhere."

"Mortal?" Chen Zhuo sneered lowly, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Throughout the ages, generals and ministers have always been made by non-mortals. What difference does it make me? It turns out that I have such thoughts."

This consciousness is formed by mixing the thoughts of common people. If so, it should be selfless, but the other party actually has the idea of ​​belittling all living beings; this can no longer be regarded as the flow of Aye Lai Consciousness or the Way of Heaven, but a stream of consciousness. Evil thoughts gathered from the spiritual consciousness of countless people.

Chen Zhuo did not have to kill the opponent. He walked along the road and encountered different opponents. If they could sit and talk with each other, they would never reach the point where they are now. But the other party did not hesitate to incite the people here to become his enemy. The murderous intention arose, which was beyond expectation.

Fire Cloud Evil God said word by word: "I also want to transcend."

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo stopped talking. This sentence is worth a thousand words.

In his eyes, this thing is nothing, but an existence that wants to go further. Now that it has been transformed into a human body by the Fire Cloud Evil God, it is still difficult to escape the battle.

Under Chen Zhuo's gaze, the "Yi Jin Jing" in Fire Cloud Evil God's body was running wildly, and the war patterns on his face were constantly changing, directly transforming from third-order war patterns to first-order war patterns.

"I can't practice. I can only gather the thoughts of the people to get stronger. It's been too long. I have suffered countless days and nights, and you can get me out of it all."

As the Fire Cloud Evil God said this, even the first-order war marks disappeared, and the pupils of his eyes instantly turned deathly gray.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath.

"Is this... the realm of infinity?"

(End of this chapter)