Chapter 179: Escape (The Third Request for Support!)

"It seems that the monks of your Zhao family are not very good! The monks in the foundation building period are still using such shabby things as the best magic weapons, and they dare to chase after Lao Tzu with these things!"

A knife light slashed out, several monks of the Zhao family also roared and waved the sharp weapons in their hands, under the roar, several monks in Tsing Yi overflowed blood from the corners of their mouths, their expressions showed horror, their arms seemed to collapse, in that strong roll, the body involuntarily retreated a few steps, but their retreat was to make the violent demon roar, regardless of the pain to expand the astonishing speed, suddenly rushed, approaching in an instant, a knife, a knife, a knife!

In the blink of an eye, the tyrant slashed out eight knives, each of which was pure violence, making several monks in Tsing Yi constantly retreat, making their eyes shocked, and letting a large amount of blood flow out of the corners of their mouths.

"Who are you, why do you want to fight against my Zhao family" The crazy attack of the tyrant finally made several Tsing Yi monks of the Zhao family unable to bear the huge pressure in their hearts, spitting blood foam, and asked in horror.

"People who are dying, where do you get so much nonsense! Just wait to die!" Ignoring the questioning of a few people, he brandished the big dragon knife and slashed it again.

"Ah" A high-pitched scream made Yin Qiao'er, who was standing behind Wang Hong, extremely pale, and his eyes were full of horror, obviously not used to this kind of bloody scene.

The "fourth brother" heard the terrible shouts coming from the mouth of the monk in Tsing Yi, and the black-faced man shouted sadly, looking at the monk in Tsing Yi who was cut apart by the tyrant, there were a few crystal tears on the cold cheeks of the black-faced monk.

"Yuan'er, hurry up and escape from here, go to the family to find your uncle to avenge us" Seeing the tyrant who was several times stronger than himself, the black-faced man knew that there was no hope of survival, and shouted at Zhao Yuan.

Watching his fourth uncle die miserably, Zhao Yuan was in a trance for a while, and at this moment he heard his second uncle's mournful shout, and he was awake in an instant, glanced at a few people, and his face showed a resolute look.

"If you want to run, it's not so easy, the last time you let your kid escape so easily, it was because grandpa was unprepared, I didn't expect you to escape this kind of technique, since I let grandpa know that you would escape this way, it was simply wishful thinking to want to escape from grandpa's hands"

In order to prevent Zhao Yuan from escaping, Wang Hong was also secretly on guard on the side, "Although this Heavenly Thunder Son cannot cause fatal damage to the monks of the Foundation Building Period, it is deadly enough to deal with a monk of the Innate Realm like him" The Heavenly Thunder Son was tightly clasped in his right hand.

"If you want to stop me, it depends on whether you have the ability!" As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yun was about to use his blood light to escape.

"If you really let you escape, grandpa will have your surname..."Before the words were finished, I heard a roar of "boom" that shook the sky, and the place where Zhao Yuan stood was wrapped in a thunderbolt, and it turned out to be Wang Hong who inspired the heavenly thunder in order to prevent Zhao Yun from escaping.

Although the thunder power of the inspired Heavenly Thunder could only last for a moment, the power of the violent thunder was enough to turn Zhao Yuan into ashes, and in the blink of an eye, the thunder was gone, leaving only a piece of scorched earth and a charred corpse.

"Why did this kid start so fast!" Looking at Zhao Yuan, who was already dying, the tyrant secretly smacked his tongue.

"The seniors will all hand over to you!" Wang Hong knew that he had just entered the foundation, and the foundation was not strong, and if he had time to refine a spiritual weapon, he would naturally not be the opponent of these people, so he said to the tyrant.

"Hmph, boy, just look at it! With me, all of them want to escape," snorted coldly, and the tyrant said in a big way.

"You actually killed Yuan'er!" Looking at Zhao Yuan's black-faced man who had turned into a charred corpse, his eyes were filled with blood, and he looked like he was enchanted, and his eyes exuded red light staring at Wang Hong and the three of them.

"Seventh brother, fifth brother, hurry up and escape from here, don't forget to avenge us" The black-faced man with red eyes roared wildly, and somehow the momentum on his body became extremely violent, looking at the black-faced man who had changed his momentum, the tyrant was also shocked in his heart.

"Second brother" The two monks in Tsing Yi looked at the black-faced man who had changed dramatically, and shouted sadly, sad to know that their second brother was a genius disciple in the family, and now he was less than thirty years old, he was already a monk at the peak of foundation building, as long as he was given enough time, he had a fifty percent hope of breaking through to the spiritual infant stage with his qualifications.

However, at this moment, everything was ruined, and the root of everything was the few people in front of him, staring at Wang Hong and the three of them tightly for a few times, as if they wanted to engrave a few people deeply in their minds.

"Let's go" With a monk in Tsing Yi whispering, he saw two blood shadows disappear in an instant, and seeing the two people who fled, Wang Hong was helpless, after all, the two monks in the foundation building period wanted him to go, and he couldn't stop him no matter what.

And the tyrant was entangled by the imposing black-faced monk at this moment, and he could only watch the two Zhao family monks escape, although he knew that letting the two escape would be infinitely harmful, but at this moment he could only take one step at a time.

"Crazy bloodline" I didn't expect that this Zhao family still had a trace of the bloodline of ancient gods and demons to be able to make themselves crazy, but unfortunately the bloodline was too thin, although he could barely make himself crazy and increase his strength exponentially, but he lost his mind.

"Just use you to loosen Lao Tzu's muscles and bones, Lao Tzu wants to see how powerful you are as a monk with the blood of gods and demons! How does it compare with Lao Tzu's demon body that has been tempered thousands of times?"

The two sides of the tyrant and the black-faced man suddenly came into contact with each other, and the sound of the fight was monstrous, and there were bursts of miserable snorts, and no mana was used between the two, all of them were violent confrontations.

The roar echoed, and the scarlet eyes of the black-faced man revealed a bitter hatred, as well as the anger that seemed to burn the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to devour the tyrant.

Looking at the battle between the two, Wang Hong stood aside and was silent, and the tyrant punched out, and the black-faced man also roared and punched, under the roar, the corner of the man's mouth overflowed with blood, his face was expressionless, his arm seemed to collapse, in that strong roll, the body involuntarily retreated a few steps, and the tyrant also retreated, the two of them spread out the amazing speed regardless of the pain, and suddenly rushed away, approaching in an instant, punch, punch, punch!

In an instant, the two had exchanged hundreds of punches, and each punch hit the two people, making them constantly retreat, making their eyes shocked, and a large amount of blood from the corners of their mouths flowed out, and the tyrant never thought that this black-faced man would be so strong after his blood became crazy. ！

"Damn!" The tyrant gritted his teeth helplessly, and continued to swing his fist, although the black-faced man had multiplied the strength of the mad bloodline, but after all, the power of the bloodline was too weak, and it didn't take long for the momentum of the whole body to drop greatly, and the strength was no longer as strong as before, and he died tragically under the tyrant's fist in a few clicks.

"Finally solved this guy!I didn't expect this guy to only have such a faint bloodline power, and he would be so powerful when he went crazy, if it was a real god and demon, how powerful it would be!"

"Boy, what are you doing!" Seeing that Wang Hong was actually collecting the black-faced man's storage bag, the tyrant man stopped.

"Well, why don't you think there's anything wrong with me collecting these things!" Wang Hong couldn't help but ask suspiciously when he heard the cry of the tyrant.

"Boy, you don't know, these things of the Xiuzhen family, especially these things with bloodline inheritance, all have bloodline imprints, as long as you carry these things, sooner or later they will be tracked down by the monks of these families."

"There is still such a thing" Wang Hong didn't expect that there would be such a thing in the cultivation realm, so he didn't have to secretly pity the things in these storage bags.

In the cultivation realm, the things of the Xiuzhen family do have bloodline marks, because the Xiuzhen family is different from the major sects, and the personnel of the major sects of the Xiuzhen sect are mixed, and the things used are nothing other than the marks of the monks themselves, and these monks' marks will also dissipate with the fall of the monks.

The Xiuzhen family is different, these monks of the Xiuzhen family all have the same bloodline, and the bloodline imprint is more or less related, although the monk has fallen, but the monk's mark on the storage bag and other items will not dissipate immediately, but it will take a long time, before the bloodline imprint dissipates, the monk with such a bloodline will have a weak sense of the bloodline imprint within a thousand miles.

This is also the reason why the tyrant stopped Wang Hong from collecting the storage bag.

"Boy, let's get out of here quickly! This place is too close to Yangcheng, and let the two monks of the Zhao family escape, although there will be no monks coming for a while and a half, but just in case, let's leave quickly!

Hearing the words of the tyrant, Wang Hong didn't dare to delay here, leaving the corpses of Zhao Yuan and the black-faced man, and Wang Hong and the three of them hurried away for a hundred years.

Half an hour later, at this time, Wang Hong and the three of them were thousands of miles away from Yangcheng, and at the place of the previous battle, an old man with a crane hair and a childish face took two monks who had escaped to the place where several people were fighting.

Looking at the strength of the black-faced man and Zhao Yuan, the crane-haired and child-faced elder had a look in his eyes, and his whole body exuded an amazing momentum, which made the two monks who were standing not far away from the strength of the late stage of the foundation building period inexplicably frightened and trembled in their hearts. That fear actually came from the depths of the soul.

"I didn't expect that two genius-like figures of my Zhao family would be killed like this!" the old man's voice was very flat, but there was endless anger in the ears of the two monks in Tsing Yi.

"It seems that you are thousands of miles away from here!, otherwise I wouldn't have felt the blood imprint that Yuan'er left on them," the old man muttered to himself.

"You dare to provoke the people of our Zhao family, even if there is no place for him to hide at the ends of the earth, let's go back, you can depict the appearance of those two people, and send them to various places to find out the identities of the two!" The two monks in Tsing Yi did not dare to speak at all, and respectfully obeyed the old man's orders.

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