The most powerful system in history

Chapter 482 Ergouzi is not reconciled

The self-destruction that was supposed to destroy most of Qingzhou was extinguished like this.

Except for that fart-like sound, not even a spark burst out.

This also made the previous scene of Song Dayu's charge look very stupid, and made the monks from the four states fall into silence.

At the same time, everyone was also very puzzled, could this bastard Wu Liang be so strong that he could lightly eliminate the power of self-explosion of a Wuji Wujing powerhouse?
It's a pity that no matter how hard they think, they can't think of the reason.

It can only be said that it has been unreasonable to hang ratios since ancient times.

"Om~"

In the sky, Wu Liang slowly removed his big golden hands.

To everyone's surprise, Song Dayu, who had clearly blew himself up, was lying in the pit instead of being turned into flesh.

The body has become abnormal.

Except for an ugly face that was barely recognizable, this was Song Dayu, the suzerain of the Tiger King, the rest of the place became very scary.

After Wu Liang's slap, Song Dayu barely woke up from his madness.

A trace of sanity is still in the eyes.

It's just that in such a field, he is already in a dying state, except for an ugly face, there is not much difference between his body and the muddy flesh, even if a strong man of the fairy king level comes, he cannot save him.

Facing everyone's gaze, he saw Song Dayu's mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

Wu Liang looked at it, and it seemed that he had the idea of ​​pity. With a flick of his finger, a wave of spiritual energy poured into his body.

"Er Gouzi, what do you want to say, speak louder."

"Om~"

After receiving a burst of spiritual energy, Song Dayu finally recovered a little strength to speak.

Of course, I can only spit out the last sentence.

However, Song Dazheng's ugly face was full of struggles and memories, and he looked like he was about to enter the "memory killing".

Seeing that he was about to waste the last few seconds of his life, but at the last moment, he managed to utter a sentence.

"Two~ Er Gouzi, I'm not reconciled."

"His Royal Highness, Er Gouzi is wrong, ah~ bang."

Accompanied by the last cry of repentance, Song Dazheng ended his somewhat stupid life.

In a remote place in Shangzhou, the famous "Tiger King Immortal" just fell.

die abroad!

This scene, if it rains a little more, can be said to be very tear-jerking.

However, as onlookers, the monks from the four states all showed disappointment after seeing Song Dazheng's fall.

"That's the end? It's too anticlimactic."

"That's right, it's too sloppy, there's no spark at all."

"Hey, I can only say that it's cheap~ Master Wu is too perverted, such a powerful opponent, if he says he will shoot him to death, he will shoot him to death."

"It's scary, it's very scary, but it's also very boring. I came all the way to see the show, Mr. Baixia. Who said the on-site tickets are very shocking."

A group of monks who wanted to die, forgot the pain when their scars healed, and completely forgot the mournful look on their faces when Song Dayu was about to explode himself.

When gossiping, he actually forgot to keep his voice down, just in time for Wu Liang, who fell into boredom again, to hear him.

Seeing Wu Liang, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the monks from the four states.

On the face, a smile that made everyone feel very familiar slowly appeared, and then Wu Liang said lightly: "Everyone, it sounds like the head of the sect was not beaten up by these two dogs, are you very disappointed?"

"Om~"

Cold sweat appeared tacitly on the foreheads of all the onlookers.

There was a "thud" in everyone's heart, and they secretly said that it was terrible, and they forgot to avoid it when they were gossiping.

It doesn't matter if you offend others, at most it's just a fight, if you can't beat it, you can run away.

But if Wu Liang was offended, as neighbors and "subordinates", the Sizhou monks knew very well what the final fate would be. Not everyone could bear the double ravages of body and soul?
Don't you see, Er Gouzi, who was already hiccupping on the earth, just couldn't bear it, so he met such an end.

Fortunately, after so many days, after Wu Liang's nurturing, the monks in the four states have tempered their face very thickly.

In other words, they were all well trained by Wu Liang.

Seeing the dangerous smile on Wu Liang's face, everyone was in tacit understanding. They all bowed and saluted, and respectfully said: "Please learn from Wu Liang, we dare not."

After saying this sentence, these shameless guys started to use their own unique skills, wantonly flattering Wu Liang.

"My lord, I already knew that your magic power is boundless, forever, who can be your opponent?"

"That's right, Sect Leader Wu must feel as lonely as snow every day, after all, he is already an invincible powerhouse."

"How can a mere dude cause even the slightest bit of damage to Sect Leader Wu? It's the most appropriate ending to slap him to death."

……

"stop!"

A group of shameless guys, in order not to annoy Wu Liang, uttered all kinds of disgusting words.

At first Wu Liang listened with gusto, but soon he couldn't take it anymore, it was so disgusting that he could only call out to stop.

Of course, Wu Liang would not really care about the gossip of a group of shameless monks.

After being trained by [-] Pikachu, Wu Liang was sure that if he really faced a life-and-death struggle, the monks from the four states would still stand in his camp in the end.

If not, it would be impossible for Wu Liang to really get the new title of "Lord of the Four States".

Under the confluence of luck, Wu Liang became the master of the four ancient states. It can be said that it is expected by all, and there is no resistance.

"buzz"

Wu Liang first glanced at Song Dazheng's body on the ground, then raised his head and glanced at the mob who saw the situation and turned to flee.

Those shameless and flattering Sizhou monks saw Wu Liang's eyes.

Without Wu Liang's orders, they started chasing and killing the mob.

When a group of monks from the Tiger King Sect saw their suzerain fall, they turned around and ran away in fright, completely gone from their previous brash appearance.

Just when they thought they would be able to escape from Qingzhou soon, they suddenly heard a streamer like a meteor shower behind them, crazily lasing towards them.

"Hey~"

"shhhhh"

Before this, the Sizhou monks who had been watching the show with a relaxed face, now looked very scary, full of murderous intentions, and did not hide it.

Even in mid-air, the murderous voices came one after another.

"Hey, Er Gouzi's remnants, where are you going to escape?"

"My uncle heard clearly before that this group of mobs dared to call the people of our four states as country bumpkins. They are simply impatient."

"These guys are all entwined with bright red blood, and they are not good people at first glance. We have to do justice for the sky."

"A group of pugs, let's talk about it to death."

……

"We are mighty and domineering Tiger King monks, not Er Gouzi, let alone pugs."

"Besides, we are willing to surrender. Can we disarm and not kill?"

Before falling into the sea of ​​monks all around, the monks of the Tiger King Sect let out a final cry.

It's a pity that facing a group of crazy monks who are determined to flatter, their shouts are destined to be useless.

(End of this chapter)