In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

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Song Peng was originally a farmer who made a living by collecting herbs.

When he was eight years old, he followed his father into the mountains to collect herbs. He accidentally fell into a valley and found a white skeleton and murals carved on the walls.

He was literate, but when he saw the interesting movements on the murals, he couldn't help but practice them.

But who would have expected that as he danced with the movements on the mural, his body would become stronger and stronger. A month later, he was strong enough to climb out of the cliff.

Since then, he has gone into the mountains to collect herbs. The steep cliffs are no longer an obstacle to him, and the dangerous mountains are like walking on flat ground.

So he picked more medicine, and then used the money from selling the medicine to hire a gentleman to teach him how to read. When he was fifteen years old, he finally recognized the words on the cliff and knew that it was a martial arts secret book. Unfortunately, it was in a state of dilapidation. The senior master only carved half of it and died on the spot.

Later, his martial arts skills gradually improved, and after he deciphered the writing on the cliff, he gave up his work of collecting medicine and went to work as a guard for a wealthy family.

As time went by, his martial arts skills also began to improve by leaps and bounds. One year, a wealthy family's goods were robbed, and the wealthy family begged him to help escort the goods.

The price offered by the other party was too high for him to refuse.

Then he gained experience in wandering the world, left a wealthy family, and opened a bodyguard agency.

It was a pity that after thirty years of wasted time, due to the incomplete secret book, he could no longer improve his martial arts skills. He studied the skills under various apprentices, but could not truly teach them.

He missed the best age for practicing martial arts.

But looking at my son, who is only sixteen years old this year and has a martial arts talent that is even better than mine, is he going to make the same mistake again and follow my old path?

He looked around to find a good master for his son, but was rejected.

Just when he was desperate, a mysterious man came to him.

That is a big shot who is unattainable and cannot even be looked up to.

When such a big shot comes, he naturally does not dare to refuse, and it is impossible for him to refuse.

He promised me that as long as things are done, he will accept my son into the Zhenguisi!

He asked me to escort something to Haojing. I immediately agreed without saying anything and devised a careful plan. The big man was indeed very satisfied, then he praised me, left the things and left.

Not long after that man left, another man came to the house, a Taoist priest.

He claims to be the ancestor of Laoshan, and his cultivation has achieved immortality. As long as I hand the object to him, he can immediately take my son to Laoshan.

He showed me the power to move mountains and reach for the stars and the moon.

I respected him in my heart and immediately presented the treasure, asking him to accept my son as his disciple and to seek a bright future for my son.

As for suppressing the traitors?

Although it is good to suppress spies, it is not as good as teaching by the big man himself.

But who knew that the gentleman refused, because he did not want to be targeted by the court. He just asked me to escort the treasure to Wanku Mountain and find an excuse to rob it halfway.

Then when they arrived at the foot of Quyu Mountain, another group of gangsters appeared, also looking for the treasure.

He has numb claws now!

It’s so difficult!

The big shot in charge of the secret police said that no news would ever leak out.

The big shot in Laoshan said that he would not take action until Wankushan. What should I do now?

He didn't know what to do.

That man's martial arts cultivation was so high that he couldn't stop him at all.

Do you want a treasure or a son?

Why did he want to get the Golden Elixir?

Isn’t it just for your own son?

If his son dies, no matter how many treasures he has, what will be the use?

What he is worried about now is not the treasure, but whether the other party will be left alive after getting the treasure.

I will give you the golden elixir of all calamities, but you have to let my son go. Song Peng stared at the other party with burning eyes, his eyes filled with evil aura.

Since the other party has come to the door, there is no objection to denying it.

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Hand over the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations, or I will kill him now. Gao Dasheng pushed the tip of his knife, and heard a scream, and then a finger flew out.

I'll give it! I'll give it! Don't hurt anyone! Don't hurt anyone! Song Peng buckled the belt around his waist and flipped open the safety inside, revealing a box the size of an egg.

I will give you the golden elixir of all calamities, but you have to let him go first, otherwise I will destroy the elixir immediately. Song Peng stared at Gao Dasheng: You are also an old man, I will give you the elixir, I'm afraid you won't You will be left alive, you should understand my worry, right?

Hearing this, Gao Dasheng stared at the box with his eyes, and his eyes immediately turned red: Open the box, I want to verify it, is it really the golden elixir of all calamities?

Song Peng opened the box, a ray of golden light flowed, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

It's now!

Cui Yu activated his material transformation and continuously analyzed the qi of the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations. However, the qi of the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations was so mysterious that he was unable to analyze it for a while.

It's the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations! It's the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations! That's right! It's the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations! Gao Dasheng's body trembled with excitement: Give me the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations! Give me the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations!

Open the passage and let my father and son out, and the golden elixir of all calamities will be given to you naturally. Song Peng closed the box.

At the moment when Song Peng closed the box, Cui Yu's brain was filled with lightning and wisdom, and the next moment he turned into a physical form.

The moment the box was closed, the surface of the Golden Elixir turned into stone, with only a little gold powder attached to the surface of the stone.

Yes, the skin of the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations turned into stone.

He had a bold plan. He wanted to bet whether Gao Dasheng would think it was a fake and throw it away after taking the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

Then can you get a bargain by yourself?

With the goal achieved, Cui Yu took advantage of the chaos of the crowd and then burrowed into the pile of dead people.

Puch~

At this moment, a simple knife came out of the air, pierced Song Peng's chest, pierced his heart, and then suddenly smashed all the internal organs in his chest.

Behind Song Peng, a bodyguard stood up at some point and stared at Song Peng's back with a cold expression.

Then he cut open Song Peng's arm, took the box in his hand, and quickly came to Gao Dasheng: My lord, I am fortunate to have lived up to my fate.

father!

! Song Fuyun screamed when he woke up, then pierced his heart with a knife on his head. He stepped forward and took the box, with a look of fanaticism on his face and shortness of breath.

Get the golden elixir of all calamities, and immortality is right before your eyes!

Kill! Kill them all! Leave no one alive! Without looking, Gao Dasheng stuffed the box into his arms, then picked up a long knife and started killing.

Kill!

kill!

Sir, we are just clients escorting escorts. We don't know anything. We are innocent! There were innocent people wailing, but the only thing facing him was the merciless butcher's knife.

Take up weapons and fight them! They obviously want to kill people and silence them. We must not sit back and wait for death. Some people saw the formality and drew out knives to resist.

If you don't resist, will you have to wait for death?

And the resistance of thousands of people is not hopeless. Although the opponent has martial arts skills, he is not made of steel. He will be injured or die if he is hit by a knife.

At this time, the people in the escort agency and the guests who were escorting the escorts in the canyon were all red-eyed and killed them one by one with cold expressions.

Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, let alone humans?

For a time, the two sides were fighting and blood flowed, and the warriors of Fulong Martial Arts School were also killed and wounded.

In this kind of chaotic fighting, all martial arts and swordsmanship are useless. The best way to use the bastard boxing is to chop, chop, chop with one word! Cui Yu lay on the pile of dead people and secretly observed the battlefield through the gaps.

Although the warriors of Fulong Martial Arts School have martial arts skills, they are now facing the escort masters and escort clients who are forced to go to a dead end, and both sides are already jealous.

In order to protect their parents, wives and children, and to survive for themselves, those people also turned into desperadoes at this time.

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Ignoring his injuries, Yu rushed directly towards the people in the martial arts hall.

People in the martial arts hall began to suffer casualties, and the casualties were still heavy.

At this time, Cui Yu finally understood the importance of the army!

As long as you don't have an iron frame, a soldier can stab you to death on the battlefield.

Especially when the generals of both sides restrain each other, the fighting of small soldiers is particularly important.

Especially when martial arts energy, blood, energy and spirit are always exhausted, the encirclement and consumption of the soldiers is particularly important.

It's cruel. Cui Yu hid under the corpse.

The shouts of killing were earth-shattering and could be heard for dozens of miles.

Thirty miles away, there is a towering mountain, which is even more majestic than Mount Tai. There are many villages and hundreds of military camps on the mountain, and neat figures are constantly practicing military formations in the villages.

Dressed in purple clothes and wearing a ferocious Yaksha mask on his face, the slender figure was sitting on a high platform, quietly watching tens of thousands of people practicing military formations below.

Those tens of thousands of people had cruel faces and numb expressions. They didn't look like humans, but instead looked like pieces of wood without emotion.

The mountain breeze was blowing, making the figure's clothes rustle, and a strand of hair was flying in the ice cellar.