Repugnant Gateway

Who is talking?

An Zheng was confused for a while, and then was forced back into reality by the desperation in front of him. Under the siege of more than a dozen Sumi Realm strongmen whose realm is higher than him, he did not use the sad sword that Xu Meidai left her to be able to persist until now is a miracle. If you change to someone else, you do n’t know how many times you have died. Each of those assassins is a good killer. Unlike those who are strong in the sect of the sect, these assassins do not shoot to win, and the practice is not to pursue any avenue. Their purpose is to kill.

Therefore, if a practitioner of the same level confronts such a killer, seven out of ten will be killed. Because ordinary practitioners don't kill so many people to exercise their killing methods, but these killers are different. Their daily practice is also to kill people. They understand the human body better than most practitioners, and are more ruthless than most practitioners.

These people are the dead of the Empress Su.

Every high-ranking person, even if he is very strict with his family, always gives the most generous reward to the dead who he raises. Because only in this way can the dead play their greatest role at the critical time. No matter how she is, Empress Su knows how to cultivate and use these dead men more than anyone else. Just like the first batch of those deceased who rushed to the south gate tower, their end may have been doomed, even if Mu Changyan is just a puppet, but the masters are still around.

In order to bring Mu Changyan's **** appeal to the dead, they knew whether they died or threw it, of course, not only because the Empress Su gave them a generous reward, but also because some of their lifeline was in Su. Queen Mother, such as their family.

More than a dozen killers who have besieged Anzhan in this matter have already won the prize. To be honest, they did not believe that Anzeng could persist for so long before they shot.

The head of the assassin's eyes was a little angry: "Hurry up and the guards of the Celestial Palace will come back in a while. If the things explained above are not possible, you and I will die.

The killers heard the order and began to step up their attack.

At this moment, each of them vaguely heard the sound of a heavy bronze giant door dragging and pushing away. A few people even looked around subconsciously, looking for the source of the sound. They could not think of it anyway. The sound came from Dantian Qihai in Anzheng.

The door opened.

Although it only opened another point, for the years of accumulation of Anzheng in the sky, what would be a terrifying force? The power borrowed by the corpse returned to Anzheng. At this moment, Anzheng's blood-pearl bracelet on his right hand wrist was glorious!

At this moment, that An Zheng's slightly familiar voice sounded again.

It ’s been almost five years since I practiced. You do n’t even have a powerful method of your own. It ’s really a fool. Miscellaneous but not pure, don't you understand this truth now? You should be very clear that even if the exercises in your memory are so amazing, they are not exclusive to you. Those complicated methods have affected your concentration ... young people, the practice is not only inherited from the predecessors, but also pioneered. Those who know how to pioneer are the real powerhouses.

The voice stopped abruptly and never appeared again.

But these words are like thunder in An Zheng's mind.

Yeah ... not only is the current struggle, when his predecessor was promoted to the first seat of Daxi Ming Division, all his powers were inherited from his predecessors. An Zheng suddenly understood why he couldn't break through after reaching the peak of Xiaotian Realm in his previous life. It was precisely because he lacked a pioneering confidence. Deep down, there is always a voice telling you that you cannot surpass the former sage. But in fact, which of the peerless powerhouses who really left their names in history, which is not pioneering?

"What is my way?"

An Zheng's eyes became brighter: "I can't think of it for a while, then I will find my own way in one fight after another."

He punched out with a fierce punch and looked ordinary, even the three-year-old could punch the punch forward. But the power brought out by this punch is so appalling. An Zheng felt that what burst out of his fist was not the strength of cultivation, but an angry dragon imprisoned for too long!

The violent force directly tore the assassin of the closest to him. The assassin's realm was obviously higher than Anzhen before, but when he realized that Anquan's punch could not be stopped It's too late. That force has surpassed Xuya, but has reached a whole new level ... the state of prisoner desire!

The so-called prisoner's desire is to control one's desires and devote oneself to practice. Those who are truly powerful can hardly find their own way before the realm of imprisonment. Only in the state of prisoner's desire, the state of mind is completely peaceful, after all the desires are imprisoned, can you really find the direction you should look for.

At this moment, An Zheng felt that he understood what he was after.

That is righteousness.

In his mind, he couldn't help thinking of the words that Nie Qing had spoken to him before ... If everyone were an iron army, he would be invincible. If everyone is an iron man, the world is right.

This punch blasted the righteousness in An Zheng's heart.

Even though the assassin's strength was very strong, he was uncertain, uneven, and unclear. All the darkness in his heart became fragile under this righteousness.

The figure of the assassin gradually disappeared, and then was completely torn into pieces by the power of contention. It is not just the assassin alone, the assassins in front of Anzheng, like the shadow under the scorching sun, the ice and snow under the sun, melted quickly. In the strong light, those people's bodies gradually became black shadows, and in the absolute light, the black shadows will disappear.

One, two, three, four ...

It's just that in an instant, An's opponent is half killed by his punch. It was a longing and a terrifying light, and all the filth and dirt were left without any chance under this light.

The assassin, who was a little further away, turned around and ran to see that the situation was not good, even the assassin leader who had also reached the state of prisoner was afraid at this moment. He didn't understand why Anzheng suddenly became so powerful that he didn't even have the courage to fight Anzhen. All of this came too suddenly, they were not prepared at all, and even if they were prepared, they could not stop such a force.

Blood-covered An Zheng straightened his hair, his hair danced wildly in the hurricane, and his eyes were extremely bright, because he gradually saw his own way!

He took a step forward, and it seemed that it was just a simple step. But for those assassins, this step is like crossing thousands of miles. They thought they had the opportunity to escape, but after this step, Anzheng had completely surpassed them and imprisoned them. They didn't even have the opportunity to turn around and escape, and at this moment, it seemed that there was only an argument between heaven and earth.

"Fight!"

An assassin growled, and then tried his best to make a punch forward. The feeling was like a praying mantis raising its arms to block the wheels that were rolling over.

The moment his fist touched the contention of Anzheng, his arm began to melt. Unstoppable melting, even if he wanted to withdraw his arm immediately, it didn't help. His arm melted at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if it had turned into water, and then evaporated in an instant, leaving nothing left. First his fist, then his arm, his shoulder, his head, his entire body, the snowman melted like a snowman.

"This is impossible!"

The assassin's leader relied on his practice of being a prisoner, concentrating all of his power to hit him in the direction behind him, but the strongest blow seemed to hit the sea, and he was not at all powerful. The sea is still the sea, even though his cultivation force can set off a wave, but after the wave, the sea water rushed back more fiercely.

He felt suffocated in his heart, maybe that was the feeling of death.

The bodies of the remaining assassins are gradually disappearing. The most terrifying thing is that their consciousness is still sober during this disappearing process. They watched as part of their bodies began to disappear, but were unable to stop it. This kind of fear was beyond description. Before they died, they seemed to have fallen into the most terrible hell, suffering the harshest and most brutal torture.

"No!"

A man wailed, and he watched half of his body become fragments, and then disappeared. In the process, he even saw his own internal organs exposed, and also saw a heart that was still beating.

The leader of the assassin felt despair, he did not expect a teenager to release such terrible power.

"who are you?!"

He snarled at An, snarled before he died.

An Zheng became more and more calm, his hair slowly fell from the dance, and the just fearful brutality in his eyes disappeared. His body was still covered with blood stains and wounds, and his face was still scary, but this moment of anxiety was like a true judge ... Yes, the Assassin's leader suddenly had such an illusion in his heart An Zheng is a judge.

I don't know why. At this moment, the assassin leader thought involuntarily of all the evil things he had done before. The evil things he thought he would never care about seemed to be transformed into Yasha in his mind. No matter how big or small, every time he thinks of an event, there is an additional Yasha in his mind, and these Yasha give all the punishment to himself.

"what!"

The leader of the assassin was frightened by the scene he saw, and he finally understood why he couldn't resist the strength of the struggle, because he was being tried.

But he was so reluctant that he died like this, and the evil spirit accumulated over the years for doing evil made him choose to die together at the last moment.

"I'll take you even if I die!"

The assassin leader roared loudly, and then gathered all the power from Dantian Qihai to his hands. He rushed in the face of An Zheng's fist, pushing forward in both hands as if it were an evil spirit.

"All evils in your heart will be trembling, you have been defeated."

An Zheng's fist suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and his fist became a sun. That kind of light was simply not acceptable to human eyes, and that kind of power was not blocked by any evil. The darkness was completely dispelled at this moment, and the sun, representing the power of light, was transferred from the sky into the hands of An Zheng, who held the light in his hand.

The sun collided with the evil spirit.

The evil **** turned into ashes, and the assassin leader disappeared.

In front of An Zheng, there was nothing but a punch. The dozen or so powerful men in the realm of Xuya plus one strong man who had already entered the realm of prisoners were all destroyed.

This is the way of security, and this is the power dedicated to security.

After this punch, An Zheng also seemed to be evacuated of all his strength. His legs softened and he squatted involuntarily. He supported the ground with one hand, and his eyes gradually became clear ... He returned from the bright world to the real world.