"Hiss...it hurts!"

A scream broke the silence of the scene.

An employee who knew everything was holding his head and fell to the ground.

Like a chain reaction, cries of pain came out one after another. Employees with low cultivation level and those South Asians fell down one by one, showing pain on their faces.

Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu and others also felt the stinging pain in their heads and couldn't help but hug their heads.

"Can it be affected from such a distance?"

Zhang Chulan patted his head and reluctantly raised his head. He looked around and found that not only him, but also Bi Youlong and Hao Yi had painful expressions on their faces, but they were just a little stronger than him and could still remain calm.
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"That kind of power is aimed at people's souls..." Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you watch, you will be hurt unintentionally."

Zhang Chulan frowned and said: "It's so unreasonable... It seems to appear directly in my consciousness... I will be hurt when I see it..."

Zhang Lingyu said worriedly: "Don't think too much first, let's see what's going on with baby girl first!"

"Sister Baoer!" Zhang Chulan heard the sound and subconsciously looked at Feng Baobao, only to find Feng Baobao curled up on the ground and shaking, as if he had been greatly hurt.

Zhang Chulan was shocked, endured the pain, and helped Feng Baofu up: "Sister Baoer, how are you?!"

"I...it's okay." Pale Feng Baobao opened his eyes slightly, "Zhang Chulan, don't worry, I just have a little headache, I...I'll just rest for a while."

Zhang Chulan shook Feng Bao'er worriedly: "Sister Bao'er..."

Feng Baobao did not close his eyes and made no sound. He seemed to have lost consciousness.

Zhang Chulan briefly checked Feng Baobao and found that Feng Baobao was breathing steadily. He probably just passed out, so he felt relieved.

Even in a coma, Feng Baobao frowned and felt uneasy. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, which made Zhang Chulan feel a little heartbroken.

Since the beginning of the northwest, Feng Baobao has never been stable.

The impact this time seems to be greater than that of him and Zhang Lingyu.

"Is Baby Girl okay?" Zhang Lingyu asked.

"It's okay, I'm just unconscious." Zhang Chulan said.

Feng Baobao lost a piece of memory, so his consciousness is incomplete.

The hurt and stimulation she received this time were more intense, maybe because of this reason.

"That's good." Zhang Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly said, "Lv Zhen is also injured."

"Boss Lu Zhen?" Zhang Chulan raised his head and followed Zhang Lingyu's gaze to the almost bottomless pit that appeared in front of the company's gate.

It can no longer be said to be in front of the main gate, because the company gate is gone.

The big pit spread several feet away from the place where Lu Zhen and Qiao Harry fought, swallowing up the company's gate.

With modern machinery, it is a very simple matter to dig such a big pit. It is even possible to easily dig a pit that is ten or a hundred times larger than this. However, it is absolutely impossible to directly spread the soil in the pit to the ground.

The trees turned into nothingness.

And the things that originally existed in the big pit in front of me, including the gate within the affected area, disappeared directly into the world, as if they were turned into nothingness by some kind of force.

Fortunately, the people watching the battle have been retreating. If they were affected by the battle between Lu Zhen and Qiao Harry, the consequences would be self-evident.

Any stranger would be shocked by such a huge and strange power.

But at this moment, Zhang Chulan's attention was not on the big pit, but on Wang Zhenqiu next to the big pit.

Wang Zhenqiu, who didn't know when he ran to the big pit, was holding a tattered and blood-stained piece of cloth in his hand.

These are the clothes of Mr. Lu Zhen!

Boss Lu Zhen is really hurt!

Zhang Chulan was startled. Regardless of the stinging pain in his head, he rolled and crawled to the edge of the pit, holding on to the blood-stained cloth.

Wang Zhenqiu's body shook: "Is it Lu Zhen?"

Zhang Chulan frowned and said nothing.

He looked in the direction where the tattered clothes appeared, and could see some blood and broken pieces of cloth on the ground.

There is also a barely visible drag mark on the ground, which seems to be the trace left by some movement or being dragged.

These are the traces left by the three-faced monster... Zhang Chulan's heart became even heavier.

Could it be that in the battle just now, neither side won in the end, and the battle is still going on, just in a different place?

No matter what, Zhang Chulan would not believe that Lu Zhen was defeated, but various signs showed that Lu Zhen must have been seriously injured, otherwise Lu Zhen would not have left here in such a mess.

Since meeting Lu Zhen, this is the first time Zhang Chulan has seen the always confident and elegant Lu Zhen looking so embarrassed.

He left Zhang Lingyu "take care of Sister Baoer for me" and hurriedly chased in that direction.

"It's not over yet..." Wang Zhenqiu smiled palely and followed Zhang Chulan in that direction.

……

"The terrible practitioner."

Robert appeared from behind his secretary and looked at the direction where Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhenqiu appeared, with a smile on his pale face.

He knocked on his head: "He is many times scarier than the rumors... If it weren't for Johari, we don't know how much it would have cost to learn this news."

The secretary, whose cheeks were constantly twitching due to the stinging pain in his consciousness, said: "That kind of light is very scary. As long as we see it, it will appear in our consciousness. It cannot be avoided or stopped..."

Robert nodded with deep sympathy: "Even Johary in this state can fight him to this state. Didn't Johary boast that as long as he uses his final stance, no one can beat him here? This situation is different now.

A bit ridiculous."

"He did not reveal his final form." The secretary bowed and said, "The final form should be three sides appearing at the same time."

"Two sides have such powerful destructive power, it's not a boast." Robert looked at the big pit in front of him, "South Asians are quite capable. Even our most powerful awakened ones may not be able to win with such a thing.

Him."

The secretary reminded: "That Lu Zhen should have been injured. Will the next step start as planned?"

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"Let's get started." Robert said confidently, "Since we paid such a high price, we must get something back, otherwise we will lose money? Businessmen don't do business like that."

He glanced at the employees at Qiu Tong and Bi Youlong opposite, and said with a smile: "They thought the matter was over, but they didn't know that it had just begun."

……

"It's over."

The slender stranger standing on the roof turned and left.

"Oh?" The shorter stranger looked stunned, "Aren't you interested in the result? Lu Zhen seems to have been seriously injured..."

"He is stronger, much stronger than I expected." The slender stranger did not turn his head, "I have another opponent."

"It seems that the matter is not over yet." The shorter foreigner kept up the pace, "I think neither the South Asian nor the white man will give up. There is still a lot of fun to watch."

"The victory or defeat has been decided, there is nothing to see." The slender man jumped off the roof.

"Has the victory or defeat been decided?" The shorter Yiren raised his eyebrows, looked back thoughtfully, and jumped off the roof.

……

The trunks of big trees exploded, the crowns collapsed, and branches and leaves flew everywhere.

A figure slammed into the woods, and after a loud bang, there was no movement for a long time.

"How long can you hold on?" Lu Zhen slowly walked into the woods, followed the traces sliding on the ground, and walked towards the place where the figure was.

A big tree fell next to him, but he was indifferent and just stared ahead.

At this time, he was indeed a little embarrassed.

There is no trace of his shirt, and there is blood everywhere on his upper body. What is shocking is that his ribs on the left side are obviously broken, and they have penetrated beyond the skin, and white bones can be seen.

It can be seen at a glance that his internal organs were actually affected.

But he didn't care about his injuries and kept a calm expression on his pale face.

This calmness is in sharp contrast to his own serious injury, which looks frightening.

"Three-faced Shiva..." Lu Zhen stepped on a broken tree trunk and looked at the huge hole in the bushes not far away, "Are you really a god? You seem a bit weak."

"Profane...blasphemy..."

A low and majestic voice sounded, the bushes exploded in an instant, and the three-faced Shiva appeared in front of Lu Zhen with huge momentum.

"God...Ming..."

Turning around, Weibo Zun was facing Lu Zhen, and several arms behind him closed on Lu Zhen at the same time.

Compared with before, this three-faced Shiva has shrunk a lot. Now it is less than two meters tall, only a little taller than Lu Zhen. Two of the six arms behind him have disappeared, leaving only four, and the remaining two are still there.

In recovery.

On the head, both the fearful one led by Korana and the calm-faced one led by Johari had a bit of confusion in their eyes, and the four colors of magnificent colors could be vaguely flashed.

The strange thing is that although his eyes are blank and his head is unable to shake, obviously his consciousness has been severely damaged, his body is still full of explosive power in every move, as if his body and head are separate and not controlled by his head.

Another living being.

With the strength of his closed arms, anyone caught by these strong arms, not to mention Lu Zhen, would be crushed into a ball of flesh.

A ball of white light appeared in Lu Zhen's hand, and then exploded in vain, turning into a flickering electric light that spread forward like a tide, drowning the three Shivas in the blink of an eye.

A shrill scream came out, mixed with the smell of burnt barbecue.

"Blasphemy?" Lu Zhen's eyes flashed with lightning, and his right arm reached forward into the sky.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the entire body of Three-faced Shiva flew out of the electric light and hit the ground hard.

A huge human-shaped pit was left on the ground.

Lu Zhen followed closely, kneeling with his right knee on the chest of the three-faced Shiva, and pressing his right hand on the face of Shiva's fearful god.

His chest was sunken, and blood flowed out desperately from his chest and mouth. The eyes of Three-faced Shiva briefly turned from confusion to clarity. He roared angrily and tried to get up from the ground.

Lu Zhen's right hand changed into a fist, and he punched the face of the three-faced Lord Shiva, smashing it back to the ground.

"Why should I blaspheme such a god?"

He smashed it down again with no expression on his face, smashing the Fearful Lord beyond recognition.

Not only the face of the Lord of Fear, but the entire head of the Three-faced Shiva has been dented, and the skull is obviously fractured.

But there are no common red and white things inside, and there is no blood. The head of the three Shivas is like an empty balloon made of bones, with nothing inside.

But the resilience of Three-faced Shiva is amazing.

The head is actually recovering to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his body is also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the price of the restoration of Three-faced Shiva.

"I am a god!" He turned his head and turned into the calm face in the middle, facing Lu Zhen, "No matter how weak you are, you...can't kill me!"

"Really?" Lu Zhen casually punched his face, denting his calm face. "How long can you hold on if your consciousness is so weak?"

The remaining two broken arms had just recovered, and the six arms of the three-faced Shiva suddenly tightened forward again, but were blocked by the golden light on Lu Zhen's body.

After looking at the six arms trying to break through his golden light, Lu Zhen punched Shiva on the head again, knocking him completely into the dirt on the opposite side.

"Your consciousness still has research value, so I won't let it disappear, but what will happen if your body and consciousness are completely separated?"

Lu Zhen's right hand turned into a claw, moved down to the neck of Shiva on three sides, and suddenly grabbed it.

There was a clear sound of bone cracking, and the head of the three-faced Shiva that struggled to be raised fell back weakly.

Lu Zhen grabbed the head of Three-faced Shiva with his right hand, and grabbed his neck with his left hand. With a twist, the head of Three-faced Shiva was pulled out from the spine.

There is not much expression change on the two faces of Three-faced Shiva, as if it was not him who had his head pulled out, but another creature.

"Even so, you can't kill me."

The tone of the face in the middle is as calm as his expression.

"Why should I kill you? Didn't you hear that I want to treat you as a research subject?" Lu Zhen raised the head in his hand, "I want to know what you call the secret of Shiva. In my hunch, this thing

It should be of great value to me."

"Insult to God! Insult to God!" the fearful Lord in the three faces roared angrily.

The body on the ground suddenly erupted, sending Lu Zhen flying out.

Lu Zhen landed on the ground, looked at the body that climbed up and rushed around like a headless fly, and said thoughtfully: "Although your body can move, it seems that it needs to share the line of sight with you?"

"It's really interesting. I think the fact that your consciousness was not wiped out just now and you survived my third calamity should have something to do with it."

Just now he was wondering why this thing's consciousness was only damaged and not annihilated. Now he has some guesses in his mind.

Among the three faces, the calm face said: "No matter what you do, you can't kill me, because I was born with Shiva's mission, and I am Shiva in the mortal world... No one can kill Mahadeva Shiva."

, and no one can blaspheme Lord Shiva."

"If you continue to do that, you will only bring disaster to yourself."

Lu Zhen asked seriously: "How are you going to bring disaster to me?"

The calm face closed his eyes: "I only have two sides, you don't want to see me in my complete state with three sides."

"Three-faced..." Lu Zhen looked at the body of Three-faced Shiva, "How do you know I don't want to see you?"

His figure flickered, and he was in front of the three-faced Shiva's body in an instant.

He held the head of Three-faced Shiva with his left hand. His right hand became a claw, and he used the eagle grasping technique to exert force. As soon as he grabbed it, a hand waving randomly on the body of Three-faced Shiva fell into his claws, and then he remembered that the bones were broken.

The sound of cracking.

Even if the consciousness of the three-faced Shiva is intact and he can control the body, he is still no match for him, let alone now?

In less than half a minute, three of Shiva's six arms and two legs were shattered, and his body lay on the ground twisting like an earthworm.

After losing his head, the resilience of Three-faced Shiva's body has also been reduced a lot, not as exaggerated as before.

Based on Lu Zhen's observation, it should not be possible to fully recover within half an hour.

"It seems that losing your head has a great impact on you." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Lu Zhen grabbed the body on the ground and walked out into the depths of the woods.
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