I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1278 Who Says The Dead Can't Be Revived
"Demigod no. He is stronger than Demigod!"

Zen Shikong looked at Zhang Mengyu in surprise and couldn't speak, even his body was trembling because of this force.

Chan Shikong, as a warrior of the three realms of saints, has been pursuing the realm of demigods all his life, but saints are already rare in the entire Stigmata Continent, let alone demigods. He spent his entire life, None of them have touched the realm of demigods.

Jean once met a demigod on the edge of Shengheng Continent, and even practiced with that demigod for thousands of years, eating and living with that demigod. During this process, he knew that he How big is the gap with the demigod? It is an existence that can make him irreparable with just one look.

And Zhang Mengyu in front of him was even more terrifying than that demigod. He could only feel that Zhang Mengyu was far stronger than him, but how much stronger he couldn't even judge based on his realm.

"Now, do you think I have the ability?" Zhang Menglong also pointed his finger down, and a heavy pressure directly pushed Zen Shikong to the ground, and everything was like a replica of just now.

Chan Shikong wanted to struggle to stand up, but the coercion was so great that he couldn't even straighten his back.

"Want to stand up?" Zhang Meng smiled, and with a light movement of his fingertips again, a wave of energy visible to the naked eye hit him like a heavy hammer.

"Oh!"

Zen Shikong was smashed to the ground like a toad, and a big hole appeared in the whole ground.

"You like to meddle in your own business, don't you?"

"Oh!"

The pit rapidly expanded to a diameter of tens of meters.

"Since you want to have a harder fist than anyone else, I will let you know that the saint is not even a fart in front of me!

"Oh!"

Chan Shikong was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, and even vomited blood, even cracks appeared on the invulnerable body of the saint, but Zhang Menglong used less than one percent of his strength.

"You just asked me if I'm a demigod, right?" Zhang Mengyu said while beating, "No, I'm not a demigod, I'm a real god!"

No one has ever seen a saint being beaten like a dog, but all this seems so reasonable.

After a few times, Chan Shikong was lying on the ground motionless like a dead dog.

"Heh! tui!" Zhang Mengyu spat on him with a mouthful of thick phlegm, "Saint? Criticize people!"

[Ding, the dean pretended to be a shocking ghost, and got 2 million magic points. 】

[Ding, congratulations to the dean for completing the achievement. There is no need to win the title, but there is an extra reward of 5 million points. 】

"Hurry up, stop, I can't pretend to be a force," Zhang Menglong said in this state, which lasted less than half a minute, and the [-] million force points had already been burned.

Feeling that Zhang Mengyu's aura has returned to the Void Transformation Realm, but still no one dares to move or make a sound. God knows when Zhang Mengyu will suddenly burst out and wipe them out.

"Is there anyone else who wants to stop me?" Zhang's hazy eyes swept across the people present.

"Not anymore, right? If not, then I'll leave," Zhang Menglong grabbed Lin Mofeng's collar as if lifting a chicken, and left the Chan Ling Academy under the gaze of countless eyes.

"Thank you for coming to help today," Zhang Mengyu thanked, "This is the final payment!"

Zhang Mengyu separated those star stones.

"Mr. Zhang, you're being polite. In fact, it doesn't make much difference whether we come today or not. It's just to give you momentum."

"Yeah, this is the first time in my life that I saw a martial artist in the third realm of saints, and then saw him being beaten up like a dead dog. No one else has such an opportunity. We are almost becoming paid watching play."

"In the future, if there is such a good thing, you can call us, and you don't need money."

"Hahaha, let's add a friend, maybe there will be such an opportunity in the future." Zhang Menglong directly pulled a large group, pulled all those people in, and then formed a small group with those saints alone.

Of course, although it was to repay Zhang Mengyu's favor, Zhang Mengyu also gave each of them a few pills, which can be regarded as their reward this time.

"Hey!" Zhang Menglong looked at Xi Ningbing's corpse and sighed.

"Hazy?" At this moment, Xiaonan and the others came to their senses, "Where are we now?"

"Outside the Chan Ling Academy," Zhang Mengyu said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to go back in the future."

"Who would want to go to that kind of place?" The boys and girls clenched their fists, that place where human lives are ignored, "If it wasn't for coming to this bastard academy, Sister Bingbing wouldn't have died."

"Misty, where is that Lin Mofeng? Have you found him yet?"

"It's over there?" Zhang Mengyu pointed to a cliff next to him.

Lin Mofeng was hanging upside down there, and the broken arm and broken Nasha were still dripping with blood. Zhang Menglong hadn't killed him yet, which made him almost tormented mad by fear for these two hours.

"His grandfather is an elder of the Chan Ling Academy, how did you arrest him?" Xiao Nan asked.

"I found a group of thugs, beat up their old principal, and then caught them."

Just such a short sentence is already challenging everyone's imagination.

Although they haven't been in the Zen Academy for a long time, everyone knows that the principal of the Chan Academy is a saint. As for the old principal, he is probably more terrifying than ordinary saints.

Zhang Mengyu beat up the headmaster of Chan Ling Academy?
Is this a science fiction movie?

But after thinking about it, it seems that this is not completely impossible, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Lin Mofeng is hanging here so tragically.

"You don't need to guess, I know a few saints, and they owe me a fortune," Zhang Mengyu said.

"The favor of a saint!?" They were numb.

"What do you plan to do with this person?" Zhang Menglong pointed at Lin Mofeng.

"Letting him die like this is too cheap for him."

"Doesn't he like playing with women? I'll find a male beast to play with him to death."

"One head is not enough! Ten heads!"

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Zhang Menglong made a large hole of hundreds of square meters in the ground, leaving only a small exit, and then threw Lin Mofeng in.

"Wait for me!" Zhang Menglong flew directly into the woods.

When he came back, he was already holding a few extremely ugly monsters in his hands. Those monsters were burly and struggling constantly, but they couldn't break free from the control of Zhang Mengyu's power.

"Eat it!" Zhang Menglong threw a few pills into the mouths of those monsters.

"Brother Misty, what did you feed them?"

"Hmph!" Zhang Menglong snorted coldly, "Strong x-drugs, as well as tonic drugs, are enough for them to be energetic for several days."

"Your method is tsk tsk."

"He deserves it!"

Lin Mofeng's screams had already been heard from the cave. It is estimated that he would be torn apart by those monsters after the incident was over. Such an end was considered very kind to him.

"Hey, Miss Bingbing"

"Let's take her body back. Everyone will stay in our small place as a local smuggler in the future, so don't wish to run outside. This is not a world we can adapt to."

"yes."

"Don't take the corpse back," Zhang Mengyu said, "If her parents see it, it will be very uncomfortable."

"Are we cremating Sister Bingbing here?"

"We have a way to keep Sister Bingbing's body from decomposing, let her family take care of her."

"No, that's not what I mean," Zhang Mengyu said, "Wouldn't it be better for you to take her back with a lively and lively one?"

"???"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Meng smiled and said, "Who said the dead can't be brought back to life?"

(End of this chapter)