Montenegro

Chapter 43 The Real Black Mountain Demon Body

"Hey! You boy, wait for me!"

Hearing Yan Ji's shameless words, Huang Ke was furious, but at this time he couldn't do anything about Yan Ji, so he turned around and fled in another direction.

Seeing that the two bosses of their own family had escaped, the other Black Mountain bandits were stunned.

Someone as clever as Guo Qi Yu Jiu had already escaped together, and the direction of escape was different from that of Yan Ji and Huang Ke.

It was only at this time that they showed a trace of bandit demeanor and told others what it meant to run away from the wind.

Deacon Wang's feet thundered, and the nearly [-]-meter sloping high slope arrived in just a few breaths, and he chased in the direction where Huang Ke and Yan Ji were fleeing.

Along the way, he met a visible Heishanzhai minion, and he slashed at it with a sword, turning it into two half-scorched corpses.

"Huh? Run away separately?"

In the woods, Deacon Wang sniffed lightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the two separate paths of Yan Ji and Huang Ke, and then chased after Yan Ji without hesitation.

Over the past month, he had naturally made sufficient preparations to find out the real murderer.

He even bought the Luo family at a high price for this purpose, and asked him to go to Heishanzhai to persuade Yan Ji to participate in the robbery.

And Yu Zhen is also one of the prices this time.

As for his promise to Yu Zhen, as long as Yu Zhen can survive the Luo family, he will naturally fulfill his promise.

……

Yan Ji carried the pear blossom mountain ax on his back, and fled towards the direction of Heishanzhai for more than an hour without stopping for half a step.

"Shouldn't be able to catch up?"

Yan Ji kept looking behind him, muttering in his mouth, the might of the Zilei faction deacon really frightened him.

Not to mention warriors at the level of iron bones at the root bone level, even warriors at the level of tiger bones, he would not dare to fight them.

He just wants to bully the weak.

So even though he feels that he is hundreds of times stronger than before with the Mu Changshan four-star copy card, he still doesn't feel safe at all.

"Can't catch up? Are you talking about the old man?"

When Yan Ji was looking behind him, a voice appeared in front of him.

Yan Ji's body froze, and he slowly turned his neck to look forward, only to see a figure with a sword expressionless blocking his path.

It was Wang Zhongwei, the deacon of Zilei Sect.

Yan Ji said bitterly: "Old man, you are chasing the wrong person. I am just a young man from Heishan Village. The boss of my family fled in another direction."

Hearing Yan Ji's words, Wang Zhongwei remained expressionless, looking at him quietly.

Yan Ji's face froze, and then turned to begging for mercy: "Old man, please let me go, I just turned 14 last month, and it's only been two or three months since I joined Heishanzhai.

"And it was Huang Ke, the villainous boss of the Black Village, who forced me to join. My poor father, mother, sister, sister and brothers were all killed by this villain. My biggest dream in this life is to become stronger and kill them. Cut the corpse into thousands of pieces, and then destroy the Black Mountain Village..."

Yan Ji spoke with emotion while wiping away tears with his sleeve.

Wang Zhongwei was still expressionless, looking at him quietly.

After a while, Yan Ji put down his right hand that was wiping his tears, the begging expression on his face gradually disappeared, and he became indifferent, looking at Wang Zhongwei.

"Have you finished? The old man has already given you a chance. If you just confessed your own evil deeds and handed over the bones of my children and disciples, maybe the old man will spare your life and allow you to kneel and die on their graves Forward." Wang Zhongwei said coldly.

"Hahaha! Their bones? Let me think about it, maybe they have been taken away by the monsters in the mountains?"

Yan Ji laughed out loud, pretending to be thinking, then stretched his neck towards Wang Zhongwei, and said with a ferocious expression.

Wang Zhongwei's expressionless face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.

"Old man, Grandpa Yan, you don't want to let me go even if I beg you so much. If this is the case, then come! Grandpa Yan, I'm going to try today to see if your bones are tough, or my big ax is tough!"

Yan Ji pulled out the pear blossom mountain ax behind his back with his right hand, his face was ferocious and ferocious, the corners of his mouth were split to the sides, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Yellow mouth kid, don't know how to live or die!"

Wang Zhongwei snorted coldly, turned his wrist, and the white sword flashed with lightning, leaving only a blue-purple afterimage on the spot.

Yan Ji's eyes were fixed, and before he had time to think, he put the pear blossom mountain ax directly in front of him, and blocked the vital points with the huge ax face.

Ding! !

There was a crisp collision sound, and Wang Zhongwei's figure appeared in front of him, with a slight look of surprise on his face.

"Old man, have you not eaten with such little strength?"

Yan Ji let out a grin, and leaned forward suddenly, pushing Wang Zhongwei back a few steps.

"Genbone Realm? It's a bit different from the intelligence, but the power is the same as the intelligence said, extraordinary."

Wang Zhongwei didn't care that he was forced to retreat by Yan Ji, he was not a warrior who was good at strength.

"That's right, your grandpa Yan is born with supernatural power, eat me with an axe!"

Yan Ji yelled, his eyes were full of fierceness, the pear blossom mountain ax was gathered over his head by him, he stepped forward, and slashed fiercely at the top of Wang Zhongwei's head.

"It's a pity that sometimes the greater the strength, the stronger it is. Let me let you know the real gap between the root bone level entry and the iron bone level, and... the real despair, just like the old man faced my senior brother back then. "

Wang Zhongwei showed a reminiscence look on his face, and he didn't even move while Yan Ji slashed at him with an axe.

Clang! !

When the pear blossom opened the mountain ax and struck Wang Zhongwei's head, Yan Ji only felt a huge shock force coming from his hand, which made his arms and body numb.

I saw that the pear blossom mountain ax split open Wang Zhongwei's flesh and bumped into his white skull, leaving no marks on it, and no blood flowed from his wound.

Click!

Suddenly, the blade of the Pear Blossom Mountain Ax made a light sound, and it shattered, leaving a gap.

Yan Ji's pupils trembled.

"Did you see it? Huangkou Xiaoer, this is a copper-skinned iron bone. It cannot be broken by a mere sharp weapon and high strength. Are you afraid? Are you afraid?"

Wang Zhongwei smiled, as if he wanted to see fear from Yan Ji's face.

"Afraid? Fear? How could this kind of rubbish emotion appear on your grandpa Yan! You have a hard head, I wonder if your stomach is also hard!"

Yan Ji's face became more ferocious, he pulled out the pear blossom mountain axe, and slashed at Wang Zhongwei's stomach with a sweep.

"Ridiculous!"

Wang Zhongwei's smile faded away, his body shook, and Yan Ji's ax directly fell through the air. He chopped off a big tree that needed four or five people to hug, and pressed it to the ground with a bang, smashing up a large piece of soil and fallen leaves.

Tear!

Yan Ji groaned in pain, only to see a piece of flesh the size of a baby's palm on his back cut off by Wang Zhongwei's sword.

"Yellow-mouthed boy, I'll let you have a taste of how hard it is to be hacked into pieces. When you see it, will your mouth be as hard as the old man's bones!"

Rip rip rip rip rip!

Thunder lights flashed around Yan Ji's body, and phantoms of Wang Zhongwei flew up with pieces of Yan Ji's flesh and blood.

Yan Ji went mad from the pain, and swung the pear blossom mountain axe to slash towards the side, but every time he could only shatter Wang Zhongwei's afterimages.

After being scraped for dozens of breaths, Yan Jitong almost lost his sanity.

Montenegro -

At this moment, a distant call came from his mind.

A stretch of endless stretches that can't be seen, and the Montenegro mountains that can't see the top seem to appear in front of his eyes.

Huge, thick, kind, scary, deep, powerful... everything seems to describe this black mountain range.

"Black Mountain—"

At the same time, Yan Ji also yelled in pain, his eyes instantly turned dark.

The words "Black Mountain Magic Sutra" and "Black Mountain Devil Body" on the character interface of the black card in his mind glowed with black dazzling light.

His body began to swell and twist.

Three meters... four meters... five meters...

Like a black hill.

His muscles began to look like black rocks, inlaid and piled up one by one.

It also seemed to be twisted into a mess, intertwined with each other, wrapping around his body like the roots of an old tree.

The gas exhaled from his nostrils and mouth also turned into traces of black gas, actively wrapping around his body, like tattoos with unknown patterns.

(End of this chapter)