Chapter 2658 The villain’s weapons are meant to scare people
died?
Dad died like this?
Watching Liao Chen's headless body fall from the sky, Liao Bai's head was dizzy and his thoughts were confused. He felt that everything was so unreal, as if he was in a dream.
"If it's just this level, there's no need to report your family status."
Zhong Wen slowly took back his stick and said slowly, "I don't have the time to remember the names of every ant."
As soon as he said these words, Liao Bai suddenly felt a surge of uncontrollable anger rising from the bottom of his heart. He glared at Zhong Wen fiercely, and the killing intent in his eyes almost turned into reality.
At this moment, all the admiration and envy for Zhong Wen disappeared, replaced by hatred.
Endless hate!
The irreconcilable hatred!
Just when he couldn't restrain his emotions and was about to rush forward to fight Zhong Wen, a dry palm suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed heavily on his shoulder.
"Uncle Wan."
Liao Bai turned around and saw that it was Liao Chen's confidant Wan Shu who was trying to stop him. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Why are you stopping me from taking revenge?"
"I understand the young master's mood."
The old man smiled slightly, but there was a trace of sadness and desolation in his eyes, "But the master of the palace has passed away. The Dou Palace cannot be left without an owner for a day. Please don't act recklessly."
"How can it be considered reckless to avenge my father..."
"Little Lord!"
Just as Liao Bai was about to get angry, Uncle Wan suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "You are already the master of the Dou Temple. You should put the overall situation first, keep your useful body, and leave the revenge to me!"
After that, before Liao Bai could react, he and the other two old men jumped out of the crowd, each took out their weapons, and without saying a word, they went towards Zhong Wen to kill him.
"Uncle Wan..."
Looking at the tragic figures of the three people, Liao Bai felt a sore nose and his eyes instantly became moist.
"It's obvious that you came here to die on your own."
Zhong Wen touched his nose and wondered whether he should laugh or cry, "Why do you still make it so tragic? As if I am a villain."
"Little Zhongzi."
King Sha was stunned when he heard this, his expression was indescribably weird, "You don't think you are a righteous person, do you?"
"Am I not?" Zhong Wen's face was full of dissatisfaction.
"Don't you look at the people around you?"
King Sha pointed at himself, and then at the notorious evil men Dong Zheng, the "ghost butcher", Li Shaoshi, the "mouthless man", and Ge Tianwang, the "Evil King of Broken Bones".
How can you be a good bird if you are divided into groups and mixed with the rest of us?"
"What you said makes so much sense."
Zhong Wen was stunned for a long time.
He choked out a sentence, "I'm speechless."
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
While the two were chatting, the three old men's swords fell on Zhong Wen one after another, making crisp sounds of gold and iron hitting each other, but they were rebounded hard and could not even scratch his clothes.
Break half a point.
"As long as you know."
King Sha follows his own example, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with being a villain. You can do whatever you want, and kill whoever you want. You don't have to abide by those rigid rules, and you don't have to suppress your nature. You can be free and happy. It's nothing like Are righteous people more comfortable?"
"That makes sense."
Zhong Wen stroked his chin, thoughtfully, and nodded repeatedly, "It seems that being a villain is not bad."
"Isn't that right?"
King Sha's eyes were shining, and he became more and more excited as he spoke, "Furthermore, big villains like me and Hun Lao Mo are afraid of everyone when they walk outside and worry about ghosts. No one dares to take the initiative to provoke them, so we can save them." It’s a lot of trouble.”
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
The three old men's attacks were still pouring on him like a violent storm. Although it had no effect, they refused to stop for a moment.
"According to what you said, once you become a villain, no one dares to mess with you."
The expression on Zhong Wen's face did not change at all, as if what was struck on his body was not a magic weapon, but just a few mosquito bites. He still asked casually, "Why do these noobs dare to come and challenge me one after another?" ?”
"In my opinion, although you are a villain, your appearance is too gentle, and you lack the ferocious aura that a villain should have."
The sand king looked him up and down and commented, "Besides, the clothes are too plain, and the weapons are not intimidating enough..."
"Well, well..."
Zhong Wen listened carefully and accepted it humbly, "The appearance and temperament will not change for a while, but this weapon can do something about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stick he took from Kuang Yong suddenly began to twist, stretch, and change shape.
In just one breath, the stick turned into an arc-shaped weapon, with both ends as sharp as needles, and dozens or hundreds of branches extending densely from the body, winding and varying in thickness.
The surface of each branch is actually covered with terrifying barbs that shine with cold light, giving it a ferocious feel no matter how you look at it.
One of the branches was unique. It went from the palm of his hand to his back, then curved upward, climbing all the way to his shoulders and the back of his head, and actually condensed a lifelike and vicious ghost face above his head.
The devil's eyes glowed
The red light, the cruel and vicious eyes, make people feel frightened and shudder.
He actually used the physique he got from Jiang Yushi to directly transform a metal stick into a weird weapon that had never appeared in this world.
"Let me go, little Zhongzi, what kind of weapon is this?"
Seeing this wonderful sight, King Sand's eyes were filled with sparkles, his expression was indescribably wonderful, and he was full of praise, "It looks so exciting!"
"Didn't you say that the villain's weapons are meant to scare people?"
Zhong Wen waved his hand and picked up the weapon, laughing and saying, "I suddenly had such an idea in my mind, I don't know if it's enough to scare people."
Before he finished speaking, there were suddenly dark clouds above his head, bursts of thunder, and dazzling lightning flashes through it, making it dazzling. .??.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, a violent thunderbolt descended like a silver snake, carrying boundless divine power, and crashed down towards Zhong Wen's location.
"Fuck! Thunder Tribulation!"
"This weird weapon actually triggered a thunderstorm!"
"How is that possible? He doesn't have any weapons at all?"
"Perhaps he was refining weapons just now?"
"Is there any weapon that can't be made without fire?"
"Then how do you explain this thunder disaster?"
"this……"
The appearance of the Divine Punishment Thunder immediately caused an uproar in both camps, with discussions and exclamations happening one after another.
Amidst the commotion, Zhong Wen did not dodge, letting the thunder hit him and this strange weapon severely.
With his current level of cultivation, he was naturally not afraid of mere thunder. He received a fierce blow and not only was he not injured, his expression did not even change at all.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Unexpectedly, the second, third, and fourth thunderbolts came one after another in an endless stream, each one more powerful than the other. The terrifying aura of destruction swept across all directions, as if it was about to explode the heaven and earth and shatter the sky.
Zhong Wen stood there with his sword in hand, motionless, and was struck by thunder after thunder.
It was not until the ninth thunder fell that the dark clouds above our heads gradually dispersed, and the sky finally returned to its original appearance.
This weapon, which he casually modified with the power of manipulating metal, actually triggered nine thunderbolts!
In other words, he took someone else's stick and tinkered with it, and he actually created an artifact comparable to the acquired spiritual treasure!
The whole world was silent, and no more voices could be heard. Everyone looked at Zhong Wen as if they were looking at a monster.
"Nine, nine thunder tribulations!"
King Sha was so stunned that he couldn't even speak clearly, "Little, little Zhongzi, Lao Sha, am I not dreaming?"
"Look at your potential."
Zhong Wen glanced at him with disdain, "How can a mere nine thunder tribulations scare you like this? You are also a Chaos Guard after all. Isn't it a shame?"
"Go away!"
Only then did King Sha come back to his senses and cursed with a smile, "Of course I have seen a lot of Nine Tribulation Divine Weapons, but to be able to transform someone else's weapon by holding it in your hands is really unheard of and unseen.
What's it called?"
"I just thought of it on the spur of the moment, what's the name?"
Zhong Wen replied nonchalantly, "It's meant to scare people anyway, so why not just call it 'evil ghost'."
"Evil ghost..."
King Sha repeated these two words softly in his mouth, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his expression was slightly excited, "It's interesting, but I don't know how powerful it is."
"Would you like to know if you try it?"
Zhong Wen smiled faintly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the three old men in Dou Sheng Temple. He held the evil spirit's right hand and waved it gently.
Naturally, the three of them would not sit still and wait for death, and raised their weapons to fight.
Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, the newly-baked magic weapon, the evil ghost, with its eyes glowing with blood, effortlessly cut off the weapons of the three old men, and then continued unabated, going forward indomitably, and even cut off the three old men's bodies.
They were all chopped into pieces and crushed into dregs.
The moment the branches were stained with blood, the ghostly face of the divine weapon turned slightly red, and his expression seemed a bit more ferocious than before.
"So-so."
It was easy to kill the three masters, but Zhong Wen didn't seem satisfied. Instead, he frowned and commented, "It's powerful but not dexterous. If someone else were to use this weapon, I'd probably only be able to kill three old men with one blow."
one of the."
"Enough, enough!"
However, King Sha seemed to be very jealous of this weapon. He actually said with a flattering smile, "Little Zhongzi, you are using a sword anyway. When things get done here, why don't you give this evil ghost to me?"
"It depends on your mood." Zhong Wen replied calmly.
While the two were chatting, something had already exploded in the Wangting camp.
Many people looked at Zhong Wen with less hostility and more covetousness.
In the minds of many big bosses, at this moment he is no longer a life-and-death enemy, but a god-level weapon refiner who can easily concoct the Nine Tribulations Divine Weapon.
If you can win him over...
With this in mind, an old man in gorgeous clothes with hair as fluffy as a male lion slowly walked out from the crowd, hugged his fists at Zhong Wen, and said politely: "Nine-Color King Banner Sikong Changxing, see you.