I Have A Cell Phone In My Dantian

Chapter 323 Clan Hou You

Although Zhen Mu Heng was a waste of cultivation, he was a god-level powerhouse after all, and he was able to resist it, but Su Dong’s sword light contained great mountain impact techniques. Powerful shocks.

Penetrate the many Dao law defenses of Zhenmuheng.

“Young Master Su Dong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn’t offend Tianquan, spare my life!” Zhen Mu Heng was unwilling to growl and was severely injured with a single knife. At this moment, he is like a bereaved dog, and his heart is even more serious. Regretful.

The Tianquan clan was even worse than their clan. In the eyes of his existence, Tian Quanqing, a little guy, a clan child, died just a small friction.

Just now, Su Dong killed so many children of the Zhenmu clan with a single blow, including the descendants of Zhenmusheng and Zhenmu Zou Xu!

But what? It’s just a few little guys.

He shocked the wood and killed too many clan children, how could he die because of it?

Unwilling, too unwilling.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die easily.” Su Dong’s voice was cold. Staring at Zhenmu Heng, “How humiliating my brother Tian Quanqing died, and how painful it was for the people of my Tianquan tribe to die, do you want to die like this?”

Brother?

Zhen Muheng eyes reveal despair.

Zhen Musheng and Zhenmu Zou Xu looked at each other.

Understood.

Su Dong waved his hand, and a black and white two-color dark light blocked the desperate trembling wood horizontally, and directly imprisoned it into the Void Temple.

Then he turned around and entered the void temple, the temple floated up, turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

In a blink of an eye, only a mess of Youwei City and the many silent members of the Zhenmu clan remained. Zhen Musheng and Zhenmu Zou Xu were both silent.

This is the strong, who hit the door, wanton killing and arresting people, they even have to cooperate for the clan.

“Uncle Heng is dead.”

“Investigate what happened in Youwei City two months ago.”

“Prepare a generous gift and send it to the Tianquan clan. With this Su Dong, the Tianquan clan will surely rise.” Zhen Musheng calmly ordered through the order.

The small friction between the clans would not arouse his attention at all, even if the Tianquan clan dispatched a god, Zhen Mu Heng resolved it by himself. This time Su Dong was too strong and shocked Zhen Mu Sheng.

“Then why is Su Dong so strong?” Zhenmu Zou Xu gritted his teeth. This is what makes him desperate the most.

“Who knows, Xiantian creatures may have awakened some incredible talents, don’t think about it, waiting for geniuses is destined to be beyond our ability.” Zhen Musheng was the most calm.

It has been a long time to be a strong person, and the more experienced, the more met, and the natural calmness. Nothing is enough for the clan. In this world, everything is impermanent. Today, the Tianquan clan can emerge a top-notch powerhouse, and one of them may also appear from the Zhenmu clan.

To survive on this vast land, strength is the most important thing.

Today’s events caused an uproar in Youwei City. The god Zhenmu was captured straight away, and the three gods couldn’t stop one Su Dong.

It also made the name Su Dong Tianquan resounded through the territory of hundreds of thousands of miles with the spread of merchants.

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In the Void Temple. Zhenmu had a broken body and bloody body. He knelt down in front of Su Dong in embarrassment, begging for mercy: “Master Su Dong, spare my life. Woman, wealth, come to exchange my life.”

Su Dong glanced at this Zhenmu Heng coldly, and immediately a strange room appeared in the temple, directly shutting Zhenmu Heng in.

“In front of Death, the gods are the same. The longer you live, the more you are afraid of death. Qing died in the hands of such a god.” Su Dong shook his head, killing intent in his heart. Own hands are too dirty.

“There is the Shichong tribe, the place where it was stationed before the birthday.”

The Void Temple flew over a small tribe and fell.

Suddenly, all the people in the tribe looked up curiously and panicked at the temple where the sky fell.

The temple was suspended above the tribe, and an embarrassed figure was directly thrown out of the temple and fell to the front of the tribe.

Half of the figure burst into flesh and blood, plopped and fell to the ground, unable to move up and down, and landed on the face.

“What happened.”

“The palace is a palace.”

“That’s… that devil!”

“It’s the devil!”

Suddenly, the people of Shichong tribe recognized Zhenmuheng. The villagers of the entire tribe began to gather here, and they hated and feared the Zhen Mu Heng who had fallen there embarrassed.

A group of sergeants in black armor quickly rushed from behind the tribe.

“Quiet, quiet.” The leading immortal-level black armored sergeants flew to the forefront. They were the garrisoned sergeants of the Tianquan clan. At a glance, a young man flew out of the temple.

“It’s Chief Su Dong.” The sergeant recognized Su Dong directly.

“Subordinates pay homage to the leader.”

Many sergeants bowed down and bowed to salute, and the people of the Shichong tribe knew that big men had come, and they all bowed down and bowed down and bowed to salute.

“This Su Dong brought me here to torture me? Well, as long as I don’t kill me right away, there is hope to live.”

“How could I die so easily?” Zhenmu gritted his teeth. At the moment he didn’t beg for mercy.

Su Dong said coldly: “Hang this shocking wood horizontally in front of the tribe.”

The many sergeants obeyed.

Tian Quanqing was hung on the tower of Youweicheng and was tortured to death, and he wanted Zhen Muheng to die in the same way.

Zhen Mu Heng was suppressed by his might. Flesh and flesh, the smell of blood will attract ferocious birds and beasts, Zhenmuheng is still a god, and the blood of the god body is more attractive than Tian Quanqing.

“Yes.”

The many black armored sergeants found an iron chain and ran the iron chain directly across the shoulder blades of the shaking wood. He was suppressed by the power, and he couldn’t even urge the power, so naturally he could only endure it.

In a blink of an eye, the trembling wood cross with the bones hooked by the iron chain was dumped on a flagpole in front of the tribe, and the blood flowed back down the top of his head.

Many people from the Shichong tribe below watched, some smiled happily, some couldn’t bear to look more, and some picked up stones on the ground and threw them toward Zhenmu.

Who is Zhen Mu Heng? He is the heavenly god of the Zhen Mu clan! Ever called the wind and called the rain, killed countless times, when have I suffered such humiliation?

But he still gritted his teeth, his eyes opened and looked at the indifferent young man in front of the sculpture through the blood on his eyelids. Did not dare to say anything.

Su Dong watched calmly.

“Boss, this Zhenmu Heng is a god of heaven, the god of vitality is strong, not easy to die.” The black armored sergeant said.

“No hurry, I’m here to watch him die.”

“Qing was tortured for three days, and I won’t let him die for three days.” Su Dong said coldly. Many sergeants felt the hatred in Su Dong’s voice.

They also hate.

…

Zhen Mu Heng roared from the mosquito bites at night. In the daytime, he was exposed to the sun. His flesh and blood split before he healed. With the suppression of Su Dong’s power, he couldn’t recover his divine body. Later, many ferocious birds and beasts swallowed him. His flesh and blood, bit by bit, pecked a bit of flesh and blood, the pain was simply unbearable.

But Zhen Mu Heng was still strong.

Keep holding on.

His vitality is very tenacious.

Three days later.

Zhen Mu Heng’s skin was pecked by birds and beasts, and he was moaning, but he was still alive.

On this day, Su Dong sat in the temple and closed his eyes to meditate. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the temple.

A huge bird flew across the sky. The bird looked like a blue bird with a red flame burning from the top to the neck.

The bird carried a beautiful girl on his back. The girl held a luxurious bronze mirror in her hands.

“The third son of the Clan Hou You is here, Tianquan Su Dong has come to see you soon.”

Su Dong frowned.

A light burst into the eyes of Zhen Mu Heng who was hanging upside down.

“Finally here, finally here, I’m saved!”

“Young Master Yu, save me, save me!” Zhen Mu Heng broke out the only sentence in three days, his voice was hoarse with pain, and it was directly transmitted to the obsessive bronze mirror of the girl on the blue bird’s back.