After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

A hand stretched out from behind the giant zombie's hand that hit Wu Quxing's cheek, and then held down the giant zombie's hand, a force that had never been encountered by a giant zombie came out from the outstretched hand.

The giant living corpse was pushed back several steps by the sudden force, because there were corpses everywhere behind it, the giant living corpse stepped on the ground and crushed several living corpses with its buttocks.

……

Inside the ghost carriage.

The water mirror pinched by Xiao Yanjun was filled with smoke, and Wu Quxing's figure slowly emerged from the smoke.

Zhou Yan saw an upper body with beautiful curves.

This upper body is reasonably strong, and it belongs to the physical limit that human beings can achieve without relying on hormone drugs.

But in the next second, Wu Quxing raised his hand and made a forward stretching biceps pose.

As soon as this posture came out, Wu Quxing's originally good-looking muscles began to bulge outward in an unscientific state, expanding his physical body to a degree beyond the limit of human beings.

The giant living corpse that landed on the ground stood up. The living corpse looked at Wuquxing opposite him in confusion. It didn't understand what happened just now.

Wu Quxing once again exhibited the posture of stretching the latissimus dorsi forward. This posture made Wu Quxing's chest muscles build up like steel.

Even through the water mirror, Zhou Yan could feel Wu Quxing's strong male hormones under this action.

"Hoo ho ho ho..."

The giant living corpse gasped and smashed towards Wuquxing again.

Wu Quxing didn't move, but changed to a stretching of the abdomen and thighs.

"Oh!"

A fist that was enough to pierce a tank's armor hit Wu Quxing's body again, but this time there was no muffled sound of muscle collision, but an extremely dull collision sound like a fist hitting a steel plate.

Wu Quxing was full of complacency.

"Too bad, too bad, your purity is too bad!"

Wu Quxing didn't care about the fists on his body at all, and then put on a posture of side stretching his triceps.

"Look, this is the pure body."

Wu Quxing raised his hand and patted his chest vigorously, the sound of clanging steel clashed from between his hand and his chest muscles.

"Invincible, solid as a rock, man, that's how it should be!"

The giant zombie's response was to stop punching and punch again.

There was another "bang", the giant living corpse hit Wuquxing's golden bell cover, which was about to reach Dacheng's body, and there was only the sound of steel colliding, but this time Wuquxing showed enough of his muscles, and only stretched out one hand He held the hand of the giant living corpse, and then twisted it.

Starting from its arms, the whole body of the giant living corpse was twisted into a twist.

Looking at Wu Quxing whose painting style in the water mirror is getting more and more wrong, Zhou Yan couldn't help but look at Xiao Yanjun.

Xiao Yanjun said calmly.

"Wu Quxing's painting style at the beginning was like this. A muscular man with a meat shield connected to a magic weapon. The exiled immortals before were all fake. This is Wu Quxing's nature."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wu Quxing's proud and arrogant laughter came from the water mirror. At this moment, Wu Quxing still has the charm of a fairy who was exiled before, and his muscles are solid like cannon fodder from nowhere.

Little Yan Jun yelled at Shui Jing.

"Stop showing off your muscles, save Xiao Yan's pet as soon as possible."

"I know, I know."

The muscles of Wu Quxing's toes, whose muscles were almost the same as those of the giant zombie just now, rushed to the doctor's consulting room where the giant zombie kicked out the door in half a breath.

In this consulting room, a guy who looks like Su Changqing is standing. Behind this guy, Nine-color Lu Qingcai in the image of a young girl is lying on a small bed, sleeping soundly.

Wu Quxing, who had completely exposed his true nature, stopped using swords, and when he saw Su Changqing, he swung his fist that could smash a small hill into pieces.

There was a faint thunder in the air, revealing the pinnacle of internal strength and martial arts cultivation of this fist.

In this regard, Su Changqing took out a human skin picture from his arms, and threw it towards Wu Quxing.

This human Pitu flew into the air and opened automatically, and stopped in front of Wu Quxing.

Wu Quxing's eyes blurred. From the opened human skin map, he saw a mountain top cooking ghosts in oil pans, a little ghost cutting out his tongue and heart on a flat ground, saw beauties and withered bones in a pool of blood, and saw countless living souls. The evil spirits wailed and cried bitterly.

Afterwards, the surrounding environment changed, and when Wu Quxing reacted, the rough-natured man saw himself in a large hall, where there was a large oil pan with a diameter of only [-] meters. The oil inside was boiling hot, and countless evil ghosts and evil spirits rose and fell from the boiling oil, howling continuously.

A few ghost servants wearing ghost messenger clothes and without facial features walked out from the side of the oil pan, and the leader threw the shackles that restricted the movement of prisoners in ancient times towards Wuquxing.

Wu Quxing reached out to catch the shackle, and tore it apart.

The ghost messenger on the opposite side was shocked, and then more ghost messengers with shackles ran out from all corners.

Without saying a word, Wu Quxing ran out of the oil pan hall.

After leaving the main hall, we arrived at a mountain top in a short while. Hundreds of evil ghosts were standing under the mountain. Beside these dead people, there were a few ghost messengers with long eyes and skinning knives carefully giving These dead people are skinned, they are obviously ghosts, but they can still feel the pain. The dead people screamed in pain one after another, and the small hill was filled with unspeakable despair and powerless anger.

The ghost guards patrolling outside found Wu Quxing who came from the oil pot hell. The leader of the ghost guards wearing a fishtail crown directly took out an arm-length boning knife from behind. Zuo Liufeng flew to Wuquxing.

Wu Quxing hesitated for a few seconds, then let go of his internal energy, and fought with the rushing Guichachang.

This ghost chief has a higher level of cultivation than Wu Quxing, but his combat experience is not as good as Wu Quxing's. Wu Quxing used an opening to kill this ghost chief.

However, in this underworld, a ghost messenger died, and thousands of ghost messengers who smelled the smell of outsiders rushed out.

Wuquxing was quickly surrounded by countless ghost messengers. Some ghost messengers from the oil pan hell threw shackles, some ghost messengers from the skinning hell threw random arrows, and ghost messengers from the heart-cutting hell took Armed with different melee weapons, Qi Qi came up to melee with Wu Quxing.

Wu Quxing fell into the vast ocean of the ghost war.

In the sky of the underworld, Su Changqing hid behind a cloud, looked down at Wu Quxing, almost crushing, going back and forth in the group of ghosts, seven in and seven out.

It's just that it doesn't make much sense.

In this "True Picture of Hell", there are endless ghosts and ghosts, and Wu Quxing's physical strength is limited. As long as Wu Quxing has no physical strength, "Su Changqing" can let the torture of the eighteen hells come to this violent young man one by one. again.

"Whoa..."

"Su Changqing", who controls the "True Map of Hell", suddenly tilted his head.

He saw a black hole exposed a hundred meters away, and then a little girl in her early teens walked in.

Wu Quxing below shouted immediately.

"Xiao Yan, give brother a hand!"

"Su Changqing" laughed lightly in his heart.

save people?

"True Map of Hell" is a treasure of the underworld, rooted in the orthodoxy of the underworld, and can summon the power of the underworld to the map at any time, and the controller in this map can have a personality close to the level of Yama in the Ten Temples, which is enough to command thousands of ghosts and ghosts. soldier.

What is the guy on the other side?

The genuine Ten Temple Yama?

"Su Changqing" snapped his fingers, and countless yin soldiers with condensed yin energy appeared in midair, and then they all rushed towards the young girl who came out of the black hole.

The young girl stood with her hands behind her back, raising her eyebrows.

When they got to the young girl, all the Yin soldiers stopped, and then they all knelt down and kowtowed.

Chapter 21 Conspiracy

Inside the ghost carriage.

Zhou Yan kowtowed melon seeds and stroked Su Xiaowan, looking towards the curtained door from time to time.

Before Wu Quxing went to hate "Su Changqing", "Su Changqing" took it into a graphic magic weapon, and then Xiaoyan went to rescue him, and after half an hour, the water mirror was gone, Zhou Yan was a little afraid of Xiaoyan planted.

There are a lot of big bosses capsized in the gutter, so could this little Yan Jun be killed by a "Su Changqing" who wasn't even a demigod when he was alive?

"Whoa..."

The cloth curtain door opened, and Wu Quxing, who had put on a moon-white Confucian uniform again, came in, followed by Little Yan Jun, who had a serious face, holding the unscathed Nine-Colored Deer.

The two went to the table next to Zhou Yan together, and Xiao Yanjun found a seat to sit down after handing over the Nine Color Deer to Zhou Yan.

"Now there's good news and bad news."

Xiao Yanjun opened his mouth as soon as he sat down.

"Xiao Yan, do you want to know that?"

Zhou Yan stroked the sleeping Nine-Colored Deer and said in amazement.

"Qing Cai won't..."

Little Yan Jun shook his hand.

"It's not about your pet, but this 'Su Changqing' is very, um, informative."

Zhou Yan blinked and said after thinking for a moment.

"Say the good news first."

Little Yan Jun said happily.

"The good news is that the guy who kidnapped your pet is not 'Su Changqing', he is just wearing Su Changqing's skin, and the real Su Changqing is dead, and died under your hands."

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the bad news?"

Xiao Yanjun's face darkened.

"This fake 'Su Changqing' is Zenggui?"

Zhou Yan tilted his head in confusion.

Wu Quxing on the side explained.

"Changing ghosts and hurting ghosts were originally a pair of evil spirits that endangered the human world. Later, they were overwhelmed by the Dharma of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and became the guardians of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, also known as officials and generals. Get it, this fake 'Su Changqing' is Ksitigarbha's thug."

Zhou Yan had a black question mark face.

"So we beat Ksitigarbha's thugs? Ksitigarbha will trouble us?"

Xiao Yanjun sighed.

"It's good to make trouble, this Zenggui ran out of the underworld, eating people and doing evil, even if we killed him on the spot, the Ksitigarbha has no reason to blame us, but I just tortured Zenggui in the real picture of hell , He told me that he did not run out of the underworld privately, but that the Ksitigarbha King and the ghosts were about to die, and he escaped after suffering serious injuries."