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Chapter 44 Talent: Black Mountain Magic Body——Fa Tian Xiang Di

"Hahaha, so this is the Black Mountain Magic Sutra, the real Black Mountain Devil Body! Old man, let's start the second round now!

"Grandpa Yan, I admit that I lost the first round. Your bones are harder than my axe. Now let's see if your body is stronger or my fist is stronger!

"Also, let's see if the great power you said is really useless!"

Yan Jiben's muscular distorted face became even more terrifying under his smile. The only thing that could be seen clearly was his huge white teeth.

Seeing Yan Ji's appearance at this time, Wang Zhongwei's pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't believe it: "You are practicing the Black Mountain Magic Sutra!"

As the deacon of the Zilei Sect, it is naturally impossible for him not to know the number one martial art of the Eighteen Villages of Heishan, which is the most accessible martial art with the word "jing" in the world.

Even most of the big forces have a small part of the incomplete Black Mountain Magic Sutra.

Except for the young people who have just joined the Eighteen Villages of Heishan, who will not know how big the pits of the Heishan Demon Sutra are, almost all other slightly larger forces know how deep the Heishan Demon Sutra is.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that the only person who practiced the Black Mountain Devil's Sutra has lived over three hundred years is He Qingfeng, the head of the Black Mountain Village.

All other people who practice the Black Mountain Demon Sutra, whether they are people from the Eighteen Villages of the Black Mountain or those who secretly practiced the Black Mountain Demon Sutra from other powerful forces, as long as they enter the door, they will be assimilated and become part of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.

Even He Qingfeng has never left the range of Hundred Thousand Montenegro since he was promoted to the God Realm.

These two points alone make these powerful forces who have no shortage of magical skills and methods pay a respectful distance from this "classic" word martial arts.

There are so many magical skills in the world, no matter how powerful the Black Mountain Demon Sutra is, it must be practiced with a life, and it can be used with a life.

Based on Wang Zhongwei's experience, Yan Ji's current state was completely formed through the Black Mountain Magic Sutra with the help of the power of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, and was almost assimilated by the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.

"Invincible, temporarily avoid the edge!"

The experienced Wang Zhongwei immediately made the most correct decision.

However, the strength and speed of Yan Ji, who was transformed into such a form under the blessing of one hundred thousand black mountains, was beyond his imagination.

The moment a thought flashed through Wang Zhongwei's mind, Yan Ji's big palm had already pinched his body and picked him up.

Huge squeezing force came from all directions of his body, even with his copper-skinned and iron-framed body, he was crunched, as if he might fall apart at any moment.

"This kind of power, even if it is replaced by a martial artist at the Qi and blood level without the blessing of copper skin and iron bones, he will have to be crushed into mud!"

As Wang Zhongwei thought about it, he tried his best to resist, and traces of blue-purple thunder surrounded his body.

At the same time, he stabbed Yan Ji's wrist with the long sword in his hand.

Clang! !
The sharp weapon long sword collided with Yan Ji's muscles, and sparks flew out, as if piercing a hard rock.

Yan Ji cracked a smile, "Be more vigorous, old man, do you need Grandpa Yan to feed you a couple of bites and fight again? Don't let others say that I don't know how to respect the old and love the young, and bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled!"

Wang Zhongwei was almost pissed off by Yan Ji's words, and shouted loudly: "Thunderbolt!"

I saw that his whole body was covered by layers of flowing blue-purple thunder light, and his physical fitness increased by [-]% out of thin air. He was about to escape from Yan Ji's hands with this sudden increase in strength.

"shock!"

Yan Ji yelled violently, the muscles in his right arm tightened, and then vibrated at a high frequency, he grabbed Wang Zhongwei's body with all his strength and slammed it down towards the ground, like a pillar of the sky hammering down.

Rumble boom! !
With one punch, the whole ground trembled, and the ground shook like an earthquake.

A fist print nearly one meter deep and half a meter wide emerged.

Ka Ka Ka!
Huge cracks densely packed like spider webs stretched from the fist prints to hundreds of meters in all directions.

The whole ground is like a glass that was shattered by a punch.

Trees fell to the ground with a bang, smashed down, mud splashed, and fallen leaves flew.

Some trees with smaller trunks even fell directly into the cracks.

The power of a punch is no less than the destructive power of the two powerful men in the Qi and blood realm, the head of the Heishan village and the ancestor of the Mu family.

Wang Zhongwei only felt that his body, especially the internal organs in his chest and abdomen were torn apart, and his copper skin was also covered with criss-cross cracks, like traces on the ground.

puff! !

A mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs was spat out by him.

The bright red blood spurted tens of meters from the crack on his skin, staining Yan Ji's entire right arm and half of his body red.

Yan Ji raised his arms, pinched Wang Zhongwei's legs, brought them upside down in front of him, and shook them twice, "Old man, it seems that your body is not as hard as you said!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wang Zhongwei coughed violently, and a few mouthfuls of blood and viscera spewed out again, "This time, the old man was killed, but the old man was not defeated by you, a yellow-mouthed child, but by ten. Wan Heishan! Hehe, Huangkou boy, with the help of Heishan's power, you won't be able to live for a few more days, I will wait underground..."

"Noisy!"

Bang! ! !
Yan Ji clasped his palms together, like patting small pancakes, and directly clapped Wang Zhongwei in his palms.

Then he put it on the ground, punched it down one after another, and used "Zhen" every time, and it took several minutes to completely kill Wang Zhongwei and be able to be absorbed by the black card.

"It's a pity, old man, even if I really died in the Hundred Thousand Montenegro this time, you can't wait for me underground!"

Yan Ji looked at Wang Zhongwei's corpse in the black card and laughed.

Then, he looked at Heika's information about himself.

"There are fifty survival points before nine o'clock, just stick to it for nine days."

Just as Wang Zhongwei said, his current real Black Mountain Demon Body can only be formed within the radiation range of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains with the help of the power of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.

To be precise, Shiwan Heishan temporarily endowed him with a kind of talent through the Heishan Magic Sutra, which can even be called a supernatural power-fascinating the sky and the earth!
At this time, you can see that one of his talents on the black card has: Talent: Black Mountain Demon Body - Innate Divine Power, Black Mountain Demon Body - Fa Tianxiangdi (weakening supernatural power, Black Mountain power is being temporarily blessed).

It's just a pity that even with the blessing of a hundred thousand black mountains, he still can't exert a ten-thousandth of the supernatural power that has been weakened into a talent.

It is easy for the real Fatianxiangdi to change tens of thousands of feet, but he can only change five meters. To say that he is stunted is flattering him, and it can only be regarded as a fertilized egg.

"Furthermore, if I end the transformation of the law, the sky and the earth at this time, or if I am completely assimilated by the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, this power will be completely withdrawn.

"But that's for other warriors who practice the Black Mountain Demon Sutra, and I still have a chance!"

Looking at the black card in his mind, he muttered in his heart.

(End of this chapter)