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Chapter 372 Maliciousness Everywhere

During the period of intrigue with Wang Teng in Wuzhishan, he knew Wang Teng's temperament.

It can be said that it is completely a split personality, um, or it is more accurate to say that it is a paranoid.

On weekdays, Wang Teng looks very normal and has a gentle temper, but once he uses martial arts, he is a completely different person.

In the absence of gentleness and elegance, he has completely turned into a violent fighting maniac. His fighting style is so fierce that even Sun Wukong can't help admiring that this reptile, which he once thought of, is so resilient.

And this change will be intensified by the stimulus of self-threat.

It's hard to imagine that a guy who only knows how to kill the source of threats that threatens him is still using his brain.

Well, it's not that Wang Teng has no brains, at least he is very smart when he is making false claims with him.

It's just that I never thought that Wang Teng would be so calm.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but said, "What are you doing?"

Wang Teng turned his head and replied in a low voice: "Try it out, if it doesn't exceed the limit of my strength, then kill all these people."

Well, this is Wang Teng.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but twitched his lips. Why is he not? Once he senses that someone is planning to harm him, he will kill him even if it is hundreds of millions of miles away, and kill all the budding ones. Threats are killed in the bud.

This kind of thing is not only done by him, as long as he reaches the heavenly fairyland, his own soul will gradually merge with the universe, so that he can perceive himself in the dark, as long as someone wants to harm him, he can sense it from the universe. Seeing that trace of hostility, he shot to kill.

Unless someone deceives the sky, just like the current Hantu, full of chaos, evil, and distortion, the whole world is distorted to the point of extreme madness, under the extremely chaotic air mechanism, even Emperor Zun Da Luo can't help it. What useful information.

What's more, it's a fairy.

Hearing Wang Teng's compliment at this moment, Zhang Jun couldn't help showing a smile on his face: "I don't dare to be or not, it's just that I have a poor reputation in this place, and it still depends on the love of all the brothers."

Wang Teng said sternly: "Hey, this statement is not enough. Brother Zhang's poetry is a masterpiece, how could it be a compliment."

Zhang Jun was taken aback, writing poetry?

Well, it is true that he has dabbled in poetry and has recited a few poems, but he does not dare to say arrogantly that his poetry is the best in the world.

Did you meet a fan of your own verse here?

Zhang Jun, who was a little pleased in his heart, quickly waved his hands: "Where is that, what I am good at is world literature. As for poetry writing, although I have dabbled a little, it is really not worthy of being called a masterpiece, it is really not worthy of it!"

He pushed a bearded man on the opposite side with his hand, and said with admiration: "Brother Liu Sheng's poems are famous all over the world, especially the poem "Nian Jiaoyin" that shocked the whole Yuzhou!"

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, thank you. I'm just a down and out of the world, how can I compare to Brother Zhang who rules the world with a pen."

Zhang Sheng looked calm and calm, and he was not shocked by favor or insult. Obviously, he was praised so much that he was very resistant to Zhang Jun's flattery.

"Hey, what about Brother Liu, we just took different paths. You have written poems many times that are full of profound meaning, highlighting the world, and obviously have a clear and thorough understanding of the situation."

Zhang Jun couldn't help but praised: "I read Brother Liu's poems several times, and only after I understood the true meaning did I come up with a way to deal with it!"

Hearing that the two were bragging about business here, Wang Teng couldn't help but grinned, and didn't interrupt these disgusting literati who were full of sour smells.

He observed, but it was a pity that no matter how he observed, he found that no matter from any angle, these were ordinary people with no power to restrain the chicken. It seemed that the strong cold breath just now was completely an illusion of Wang Tengsheng.

However, Wang Teng's martial arts will, which is extremely strong now, could give rise to the so-called hallucinations.

Unless there is really an extremely high existence whose strength is far beyond his several levels, and who is extremely proficient in the phantom formation restraint, it is possible to shroud Wang Teng inside.

Seeing Sun Wukong's presence and motionless appearance, Wang Teng couldn't help asking: "Is this real or an illusion?"

Sun Wukong: "It can be said that it is both reality and illusion."

"How to say?"

Monkey King was silent for a while, and finally replied softly: "This place existed before, but it doesn't exist now, but for some reason, the scene that appeared at that time still emerges now."

He thought for a while, and finally said uncertainly: "These guys seem to have engraved their own spiritual imprints in time to be immortal, and they have been passed down to the present."

Wang Teng: "In other words, these people are illusory?"

"Yes and no."

Wang Teng frowned: "I don't understand you who go around and around."

Sun Wukong spread his hands: "Then I can't help it. It really takes a long time to explain so much to an illiterate."

Wang Teng also didn't care about Sun Wukong's ridicule. During the time in Wuzhishan, Sun Wukong could be regarded as a high-spirited player.

Once he finds an opportunity to temporarily suppress Wang Teng, he starts chattering endlessly, looking like a guy who looks up to the sky with his nostrils.

The mouth cannon is quite powerful, and Wang Teng's liver hurts several times, and then he immediately opened the "Extreme Rage of Luotian Fury" and pressed Monkey King who had no tiger teeth to the ground before giving up.

Really, if it weren't for the inability to beat Monkey King to death, Wang Teng would have to try anything.

"I just have a question. Since you said that it is an existence imprinted in time, it should only do things according to the trajectory of life, without any reaction to the outside world. Why did you not feel any dullness at all when you talked to me? Emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Although this emotion is very abstract."

There is another sentence that Wang Teng didn't say, the emotions of these guys are probably faked, he can keenly feel the almost negligible indifference in the other party's enthusiastic tone.

Sun Wukong thought for a long time, finally shook his head slightly, and sighed: "I don't know, and with my current strength, there is no way to use means to detect these things. The vast land has become like this. It’s totally unknown what happened.”

He said: "The environment of the world has changed, and what may have been impossible aeons ago is very likely to be possible today."

Wang Teng was thoughtful, and then stretched out his hand to touch Zhang Jun. After the other party turned his head, he asked, "Brother Zhang, do you know what is going to happen in this house?"

Zhang Jun looked surprised: "You don't know?"

As soon as Wang Teng's doubtful words came out, the surrounding air suddenly dropped a little bit, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart. The eyes of the people at the table gradually cooled down, and they looked at Wang Teng faintly with a hint of malice.

(End of this chapter)