The strongest god-level bear child system

Chapter 982

"boom!"

Nanmen Xing's chin was hit hard by Zhang Wukuang, and his body was like a rocket, soaring straight into the sky, passing through layers of white clouds, and jets of blood shot out from his seven orifices.

"Thorn..."

The silver needle was shot into the stomach, apparently at the location of the dantian, Zhang Wukuang's expression suddenly changed, he shook his body violently, and the dantian shook slightly.

However, he did not escape the attack of the silver needle. The power carried by the silver needle pierced through one-third of the dantian, and then turned into a cloud of black mist in Zhang Wukuang's body, surging crazily and growing continuously.

"This is, the Evil Infant Punishing God Needle... Nanmen Xing, you are so insidious!!!"

Zhang Wukuang looked inside his body, and after seeing the changes in his body, his pupils shrank slightly, and he scolded angrily.

The Evil Infant Zhushen Needle uses ninety-nine 81 newly-born babies, aiming at the birth of the lunar year, the lunar month, and the cloudy day, and throws them into the blood plasma for soaking, and experiences ninety-nine 81 times of the lunar year, the lunar month, and the cloudy day.

In the last cloudy year, moon, and cloudy day, it was smelted and condensed into a silver needle. These babies were soaked in blood plasma all day long, and were soaked in secret methods.
Contaminated with deep sin, absorbed endless resentment, and finally forcibly refined with a secret method, the resentment and sin reached the extreme, and then it became the Evil Infant Killing God Needle.

One place of this needle can instantly kill any martial artist below the hole, and can easily penetrate any magic weapon below the sixth level, enter the human body, destroy the internal organs, and the poisonous gas contained in it

It will erode the soul of the Lingyuan dantian, even if it is a strong hole, it will be difficult to escape death after being hit by this needle.

"I didn't expect Dean Zhang to be able to speak after being hit by this needle. It's really rare."

Nanmen Xing returned to Zhang Wukuang, his face was ugly, black blood was overflowing from his seven orifices, and he still had a smile on his face, but that smile looked very disgusting.

"When did I, the True Spirit Martial Academy, offend your Dongxu Sect? Why did your Dongxu Sect insist on putting me to death?"

Zhang Wukuang's expression was pitch black, black mist lingered in his eyes, and he forcibly suppressed the outbreak of toxin with his spiritual energy.

"Your True Spirit Martial Academy's background is too strong, and if Dongxu Sect wants to become the strongest sect in the Western Regions, the only way to have a chance is to destroy your True Spirit Martial Academy first."

"If you let your True Spirit Martial Academy come out with a genius like Kitano Taoist priest, what is the future of my Dongxu Sect?"

"If you want to procrastinate, I will procrastinate with you."

Nanmen Xing knew that Zhang Wukuang was delaying time, so he was not in a hurry, and patiently spoke to Zhang Wukuang slowly.

"You, do you have any help?"

Black blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Wukuang's mouth, and he said solemnly.

"If I rely on my hole door, how dare I confront you, Dean Zhang, in an open and honest manner. Isn't that courting death?"

Nanmenxing chuckled.

Zhang Wukuang, the genuine No. [-] powerhouse in the Western Regions, is not his opponent. He can assassinate Zhang Wukuang with one blow, relying on the secret method of the Overlord Palace, and burst out at a speed beyond the limit in a short time.

"So that's the case, hehe... Is the number one title really that important?"

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Zhang Wukuang's face.

Just now, Nanmen Xing's palm push combined with Bahuanggong's Cloud Pushing Hand and Juezhen Sect's formation technique to conceal the aura of the silver needle.

Otherwise, how could he be plotted against by Nanmen Xing.

It turned out that the three major forces had united early in the morning, and he had been on guard all these years, but it was impossible to guard against.

"Not good, that little ancestor."

Zhang Wukuang thought of the suzerains of the two other forces, and his heart beat up in his throat.

(End of this chapter)