Silent Killing

The huge body of the cataclysmic dragon was motionless on Xuefeng, and it looked like a huge statue from a distance.

Many Resistance soldiers, especially some women and children, fell to their knees in front of the Dragon of Disaster and seemed to be praying for something.

Today’s Black Dragon Mountain looks particularly lively, full of laughter and bright lights.

Because they belonged to Atlantis, the gods who belonged to them returned.

At the highest point of the Black Dragon Mountain, in the stone hall that originally belonged to Hell Sect, the high-level of the Resistance Army gathered at this moment.

Zhu Bang was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Zuo Qingcang in front of him full of excitement. On his side, Ayue pushed him in a wheelchair.

After the wind, he sat in the corner of the hall, while Zuo Qingcang sat on the main seat of the hall. A middle-aged man in a white clothed white robe was kneeling in front of him. That was Joe, the current leader of Pale Guard.

It was also Martial Dao powerhouse that Zuo Qingcang taught himself more than 20 years ago.

Pale Guard, as one of Atlantis’ core strengths, as the blade of the charge in the most dangerous area, naturally suffered tremendous pressure during the 20 years of the Anti-Japanese War. The relative loss is still the largest.

But because of this, every pale Guard who is still alive now obviously has powerful power, rich experience and skilled killing skills.

“Sir.” Qiao reported on one knee: “At present, including Pale Guard, there are 31 Pale Guards, 27 combatants, and 4 have been seriously injured.”

As the first generation of Pale Guard, Joe can survive the 20 years of resistance and become the leader of Pale Guard. Naturally, he has much more strength than ordinary people.

This man on the battlefield, known as the White Death God by Emperor Fang, looks like an ordinary 40-year-old uncle, but anyone on the scene can perceive the opponent’s Murderous Aura deeply within himself within the body.

This is a Peak killer.

In Zuo Qingcang’s left eye glance. The opponent’s * has almost been exercised to the limit of a human body, which requires daily all to spend more than 5 hours of training time, and requires steel-like will, self-discipline and execution.

“You condensed the Martial Arts Dharma Body?” Zuo Qingcang asked casually.

“Yes,” Joe replied. An assassination ten years ago, the 12 pale Guards he led were ambushed by the Emperor *. At the end of the scene, he survived alone.

He stumbled all the way out of the encirclement, and finally fell into a bamboo forest.

When he woke up three days later, he found himself to stand out from the masses and condensed the Martial Arts Dharma Body in the test of Life and Death.

“Show me,” Zuo Qingcang said.

“As you bid.” Joe while speaking, a silhouette all over the body was dark behind him. It was a silhouette of a tall, slender figure, but the whole person was wrapped in a layer of black mist.

This person is obviously condensed based on the image of Zuo Qingcang, but maybe Joe is too respectful of Zuo Qingcang’s mentality. Perhaps he didn’t allow himself to profane Zuo Qingcang like this, and finally condensed a Martial Arts Dharma Body of the same type as Zuo Qingcang.

Which represents his longing for and awe of Zuo Qingcang, two contradictory feelings mixed together.

Zuo Qingcang nodded, saying, “Open your mouth.”

Although he didn’t know what Zuo Qingcang wanted, Joe still opened his mouth without the slightest hesitation.

I saw the mouth of Yellow Spring on Zuo Qingcang’s hand suddenly opened, and a strange piece of gray meat floated out of it. The pieces of meat appeared at the same time they were wrapped in True Yuan.

Then he saw that Zuo Qingcang’s fingers were not moving, and the flame of black had already held the gray meat directly into the opponent’s mouth.

“This is it!” Ah Yue opened his eyes.

“Ming Cong.” Zhu Bang said lightly, the corners of his mouth rising unknowingly.

The method of life cluster transplantation, Zuo Qingcang has taught himself several disciples more than 20 years ago, but because of the whole new continent, he has been searched before. The remaining lives are running out.

In addition, when Zuo Qingcang taught, they were not allowed to spread the method of life clump transplantation and asked them to keep it secret. So these years they have just transplanted their lives to themselves.

Even so, none of the five can complete their own Life-Chart.

Because there are fewer and fewer lives in this era, the development of Taoism has become more and more weak.

Back at Joe, I saw that True Yuan in black was like a living monster, and rushed into Joe ’s within the body with his clump of life. Although Joe flashed a surprised look in his eyes, he faced Zuo Qingcang. There is still no resistance whatsoever.

The next moment his body was lifted up by True Yuan at once, and within the body came bursts of tearing sounds, and Joe muttered several times in a row. True Yuan suddenly dissipated, and he fell to the ground.

“Spit …” while falling to the ground. Joe opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which was mixed with small pieces of minced meat.

“Do you know what I gave you?” Zuo Qingcang said.

“I don’t know.”

“Life Cong Ying Ying.”

Joe’s eyes widened. Staring closely at his hands resting on the floor, he saw that the palms of his palms did not know when it had become completely black, but slowly turned into shadows and merged into the floor.

“The highest realm of the shadow ， can let you incarnation the ubiquitous shadow, you use it well.”

“As you bid.”

Zuo Qingcang turned his head and looked towards Ayue and Zhu Bang, beckoned and said, “You two come up.”

Seeing A Yue pushing Zhu Bang’s wheelchair to his front, Zuo Qingcang stood up and pressed his palms on the heads of both of them: “Yes.”

In a blink of an eye, he already knew what life clues the two had transplanted over the years, and he also knew which life clues they still lacked in Life-Chart.

However, Ayue and Zhu Bang are not one to transplant. The two lives are so simple, so Zuo Qingcang not at all uses True Yuan to enter the other’s within the body in one go for minimally invasive surgery.

He just said, “I have some life to give you, you transplant it yourself.”

Then he turned his head again, looking at the remaining head and a little bit of corpse, said Geao, “How did you do this? Forget it, do you have a way to recover?”

“No, if I want the relevant technology, I have to go back to the Longevity Magic Palace.”

“Not yet, wait a minute.” Hearing Zuo Qingcang’s words, Geao didn’t speak again.

Then Zuo Qingcang threw the real red robe left by Hussein to the wind: “I can’t use this, it’s yours.”

Looking at the few people in front of him, Zuo Qingcang said indifferently: “I know you want revenge, but now it’s not a matter of killing one person or two people. We need to do a lot of work.

So I’m going out for a while, you use the things I gave you to improve your strength, I will let the Dragon of Disaster stay here to help you.

And … tell everyone I can find, I’m back, and let them all go back to Black Dragon Mountain. “