First lady's personal tutor

Wang Yong's eyes flashed with a touch of essence: "if I guess correctly, both your horizontal corpse method and lion sitting method come from the Chinese Tantric school. You killed the master of Chinese Tantric school and then snatched them! "

The old man in black laughed: "that's right! At the beginning, I followed the Oriental army into China and made a big splash sword!

This kind of sword power, which originated from the wild grass of calligraphy, showed its terrifying power under Wang Yong's hands.

The grass and mustard in the wind is like a boat in the rough sea, wrapped and swayed by the sharp sword air.

"I... no! "I'll take it The grass and mustard roared again in the wind.

He is also Dan Jin, he is also a martial arts into Dan. Why should Wang Yong control him from beginning to end?

The heart of a warrior is never to yield! Even if the opponent is God, immortal or God!

The wind between the grass mustard eyes jump out of a touch of determined heart, double knife a horizontal, it is necessary to fight as hard as possible.

But at this time, Wang Yong's voice rang out: "if you don't accept it, hold it."

The voice was misty and seemed to come from far away.

With the sound falling, the disordered sword Qi all over the sky suddenly changes. It's like thousands of swimming fish find the direction and rush to the grass and mustard eyebrows in the wind.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, his.

The grass and mustard in the wind turned pale, and the "heart of the warrior" disappeared immediately.

Whoosh!

The grass leaps high in the wind and turns to run.

It's just that Wang Yong is faster than him.

A sudden movement of thick sword Qi, such as a laser energy gushed from a laser gun in a science fiction movie, suddenly penetrated the grass and mustard body in the wind.

Poop!

The grass and mustard fell to the ground in the wind. There was a big hole in the chest and abdomen. All the viscera inside were broken, and there was no possibility of survival.

Wang Yong took a cold look at the grass mustard corpse in the wind. He picked up the corpse and threw it under a tree in the distance.

He knelt down to admit his mistake, and then Wang Yong carved a few words on the tree with his sword.

The tomb of war criminals in Fengjian.

"Kneel well, maybe you can become a famous scenery in the future." Wang Yongdao.

The iron statues of Qin Hui beside the West Lake can become scenery, and the grass and mustard in the wind may also be OK.

After these works, Wang Yong picked up the two blades of Fengjian grass mustard and threw them to xiangdao.

Then Wang Yong stepped into the shrine.

It's dark inside. There seems to be endless depression hidden in the dark, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

There is a faint smell of sulfur scorched earth in the air. There is an illusion of coming to infernal hell.

Boom!

All of a sudden, a big flame leaped up and lit up the darkness.

Then Wang Yong saw a god worshipped in front of the hall, which was hideous and terrifying, just like a devil. But there are also various kinds of witches and deities around, and there is a round of sunlight behind them.

Wang Yong frowned: "is this the God of heavenly light?"

There are tens of millions of incarnations of the great God of heavenly illumination. If this is one of the incarnations of the great God of heavenly illumination, it is not incomprehensible. Although this incarnation is a little hideous.

"Congratulations, that's right. That's what I was when I was last born

A man came out slowly in the dark.

When Wang Yong saw the figure, his pupils suddenly shrank.

This man is Zheng Rong!

"Zheng Rong, you are not dead!" Wang Yong's voice was cold.

However, Zheng Rong showed a sneer: "the Zheng Rong you know is no longer there. The meaning of his existence is to be my jade body. Now that his mission has been completed, the only unfinished task is to kill you. I will send you to hell with my own hands so that you can keep company with him. "

"Jade body? Zheng Rong has become the jade of Shinto? " Wang Yong's face sank.

He had already guessed that Zheng Rong could not really come back to life. It must be in another way. I didn't expect it would be the way to become Shinto jade.

That is to say, in addition to Zheng Rong's body, this person is not Zheng Rong in essence.

"Who are you?" Wang Yong's eyes flashed and asked.