Chapter 488:
Chapter 488 The strength of Zhang Jing, massacre! (seeking subscription)
One knife,
It was just a knife, and the Miao people who had turned three times in the golden elixir had no bones left, not even a last word.
How can this not make Miao Zong horrified.
It wasn't just him. Although the high priest in black robe still wrapped his whole body, his expression was also shocked.
Not to mention those tribal leaders in the innate realm and those from the Miao family.
After cutting out with a knife, Zhang Jing did not stop in place.
Instead, he quickly used his body skills and quickly came to Chu Kuangren's side.
Stretching out his hand and yanking it suddenly, the black iron chain was pulled out of the hands of several innate masters.
At this time, Miao Zong's method has come to the fore.
When Cai Miao Renfeng died, although he didn't react, he didn't just stay where he was.
From Zhang Jing's direct attack without saying a word, Miao Zong knew that Zhang Jing was the enemy.
It was a ten-foot-long sword energy, which burst out from Miao Zong's sword.
It's not that he doesn't have a sword, but it's just that it's unnecessary to use it when dealing with Madman Chu.
Zhang Jing trembled with one arm, and a body shield of golden light condensed in front of him blocked him.
"Boom"
A roar exploded, and under the control of Miao Zong, the sword energy directly hit the shield in front of Zhang Jing.
"Click it."
Zhang Jing could clearly hear the sound of cracking in front of him.
Under the bombardment of that sword, the golden cover shattered.
This is a very normal thing, and Zhang Jing has never put his hope on defense.
All he wanted was this moment of pause.
After the golden cover was broken, Zhang Jing slashed out, directly annihilating the sword light that Miao Zong erupted.
With the help of this power, Zhang Jing controlled the four of Madman Chu to retreat hundreds of meters away.
"Brother Zhang." A trace of astonishment flashed in Chu Kuangren's eyes.
After all, according to his estimate, it will take at least three days for Zhang Jing to reach southern Xinjiang.
"Brother Chu, wait for a while, after I get rid of these miscellaneous things," Zhang Jing controlled Madman Chu and the others to slowly fall to the ground.
Miao Zong's face was extremely solemn, and he felt an extremely dangerous aura from the man in black in front of him.
Zhang Jing, who was about to move, suddenly froze in place.
Stretching out his hand to grab it, he caught a small bug the size of a grain of rice in the void beside him.
Zhang Jing set his sights on the man in black behind Miao Zong.
When Zhang Jing found the Gu worm, the high priest had a flash of panic in his eyes.
"Is this a Gu worm? Hehe, rubbish."
Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to grab it, and directly crushed the Gu worm in his hand into powder.
The high priest snorted, his mind was connected with the Gu worm, Zhang Jing wiped out the Gu worm, and he was also affected.
"High Priest, you and I will work together to repel this person," Miao Zong hurriedly sent a voice transmission.
The pressure he felt on Zhang Jing made him basically certain that he was definitely not an opponent.
And judging by his appearance, he must be the reinforcements of the Chu madman.
The Miao family beat the Chu madman half to death, and there is basically no possibility of reconciliation.
So, now he can only pin his hopes on the high priest beside him.
He knows that the strength of the high priest is not inferior to him, and he can be regarded as a top powerhouse in the outer periphery of southern border.
"It's not easy to repel such a strong man. Your Miao family must increase the resources of my tribe by ten times this year," the high priest said.
His voice is like that of a young child, but it is very strange for such a voice to come from a man in black robe like him.
"Okay, I promise you." Miao Zong gritted his teeth and said.
Without the help of the high priest, his fate would probably not be any better than that of Miao Renfeng.
"Jie Jie Jie" There was a strange laugh from the high priest's black robe.
Afterwards, the hand of the high priest was stretched out from the black robe.
Those were a pair of rotten palms, densely packed with small bugs gnawing at his flesh and blood.
"Go, go and turn him into a puddle of blood," the high priest waved his rotting palm lightly, waving the Gu worms attached to his hand.
But it didn't end there. Immediately afterwards, the high priest began to make mysterious movements in his hands, and chanted incantations that others could not understand.
A slap-sized grimace quickly grew in size, and rushed towards Zhang Jing at an extremely fast speed.
Miao Zong was not idle either, and at the same time as the high priest was doing it, he directly pinched the seal with his hands, and a three-headed monster dragon with a size of one hundred feet was condensed in an instant.
"Ho Ho Ho Ho"
The monster dragon roared out, as if roaring.
Zhang Jingmian stood expressionlessly in the void, and a sky-shattering dragon's roar instantly resounded for a hundred miles around.
If it wasn't for Southern Xinjiang, it would definitely attract a lot of people to watch the battle.
The sound of the dragon's roar fell, and then, in the rolling magic cloud behind Zhang Jing, a huge dragon's head poked out from the cloud.
The dragon's head and eyes are red, and the two dragon horns are black, like a dragon, and the two long golden dragon whiskers at the corners of the mouth are full of majesty.
"Roar"
The magic dragon roared again, and the magic cloud around it rolled and was absorbed by the magic dragon.
In just a moment, a black dragon with a head length of hundreds of feet and a pure black body was formed.
Following Zhang Jing's movements, the black dragon roared out.
This is Zhang Jing's full blow, the golden core in the body keeps turning, and the vitality of the world within a few thousand meters is absorbed and condensed on the black dragon.
The horrible grimace several feet in size suddenly showed a look of horror on its face, and then the black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed it directly, and the Gu worms raised by the high priest couldn't even get close to Zhang Jing.
As Zhang Jing raised his palm, the artistic conception of the sea of blood appeared instantly, twisting a piece of Gu worms in front of him into powder.
When the ghost faces and Gu worms disappeared.
There was a "poof".
The high priest suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
When he looked at Zhang Jing again, his face was full of horror.
The strange ghost face that he had practiced for many years was one of his strongest methods, but in front of that black dragon, he swallowed it like a plaything, and cut off the mind-spirit connection between them in an instant.
Miao Zong kept the seals in his hands, controlled the three demon dragons, and rushed towards the black dragon.
From the perspective of body shape, there is actually no big difference between the two.
But if you look closely, you can see the difference between the two.
The black dragon is obviously much more refined than the three-headed demon dragon. The scale armor on its body is as solid as it is, and it also exudes a bloodthirsty aura.
The three demon dragons are more illusory, more like filling them up casually.
Bigger size does not mean stronger power. If Zhang Jing is willing, there is no problem in increasing the size of the black dragon to three hundred feet.
But in that case, the power will be dispersed, far less powerful than this.
At this moment, everyone in the arena is paying attention to the duel between the two monster dragons.
Because victory or defeat is related to the life and death of everyone present.
The high priest stared at the two, he was already prepared, as long as Miao Zong lost, he would leave without saying a word, because he felt great pressure on Zhang Jing.
The bloodthirsty air, even an old guy like him who has been eating people all the year round, finds it unbearable.
Chu Kuangren lay on the ground praying for Zhang Jing to win.
It was he who asked for help that made Zhang Jing come to help regardless of thousands of miles away. If Zhang Jing really lost, he felt that it would be worse than his death.
Because, once Zhang Jing loses, he must end up dead.
Different from Chu Kuangren's worries, Zhang Jing doesn't think he will lose, and he still loses to a guy whose cultivation level is not as good as his own.
"Roar"
"Roar"
The three demon dragons and the black dragon roared at the same time, and then collided directly.
"Boom"
It was like a missile washing the ground, and the area with a radius of nearly a kilometer was almost turned into white ground by the aftermath.
All the trees above the ground were destroyed.
And Zhang Jing shot to protect the four of Chu Kuangren at the moment the two collided, preventing them from being affected.
As for those Miao family members and those tribal leaders, it was different. Since no one cared about them, they were directly seriously injured by the aftermath of the fight.
Some were so close that they even turned into powder on the spot.
The collision in the void was just a blow, but the outcome had already been decided.
In front of the black dragon, the three demon dragons were like tofu, directly annihilated in the void.
The black dragon rushed towards Miao Zong under the control of Zhang Jing.
Although the outcome has not yet been fully decided, everyone knows that it is over.
The high priest was the first to run away, followed by the surviving innate masters of the Miao family and some tribal leaders in southern Xinjiang.
But how could Zhang Jing let them escape?
Early before the fight, Zhang Jing locked the air mechanism on Miao Zong and the high priest.
As for those innate masters, Zhang Jing casually swiped his sword, and the endless sword light poured out, beheading all the fugitives within a radius of several kilometers.
His eyes are slightly dozed, and Zhang Jing's eyes are full of blood.
"Blood Sea Artistic Conception!"
A burst of sharp air, no more than a few feet in size, rushed straight at the high priest at an extremely fast speed.
The high priest, who was running for his life in a hurry, felt an extremely terrifying aura instantly.
Just as he was about to turn his head back, that Fengrui came in front of him.
"poof"
The high priest had one-fifth of his flesh cut off, and blood spurted out, instantly staining him red.
It was only when Zhang Jing deviated intentionally that he was killed.
Otherwise, that knife can definitely split him in half from the middle.
"what"
The high priest roared, as if he had been cut into pieces.
The voice was like that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
"It's so noisy." Zhang Jing unexpectedly stood behind the high priest at some point.
Stretched out his palm, Zhang Jing placed it on top of the high priest's head, and then pressed it suddenly, crushing the golden core in his body.
But this time, he didn't yell again, because Zhang Jing sealed his mouth.
Throwing the high priest to the ground, Zhang Jing's figure suddenly rushed towards Miao Zong who was not far away.
All this happened very quickly, almost in an instant.
The black dragon's qi machine locked on Miao Zong's body and charged straight down, leaving him no chance to dodge.
Under the desperate situation of life and death, Miao Zong broke out all kinds of means, trying to annihilate that black dragon.
(end of this chapter)