Doomsday: My magical right hand can store tens of billions of materials

The group of treacherous people quickly quarreled because of their differences of opinion.

At this moment, a terrifying aura appeared behind them.

The quarrelsome treacherous people stopped in their footsteps, and were suddenly frightened.

"Master Ling, why are you here?!"

"Hehe...I heard everything just now."

Ling Zhengyang smiled kindly, but this kind of smile really shocked the Transcendent who had previously disrespected him verbally.

It didn't care much right away, it turned around and wanted to escape from this terrifying human demon.

"Want to run?"

Ling Zhengyang's company became gloomy in an instant, and he grasped forward with five fingers.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"..."

Under the horrified gaze of all the treacherous, the supernatural treacherous suddenly froze in place, and then his body continued to make strange noises.

After a while, it turned into a pool of rotten meat, completely dead and alive.

"As for you trash..."

Ling Zhengyang glanced at the treacherous surroundings lightly, and they were so frightened that they fell silent and lowered their heads one after another.

"Forget it, that lord is about to wake up and needs a batch of high-quality flesh and blood."

"Go look for it elsewhere. The Transcendent Realm is the best. If the lord is happy, he may give you half a drop of blood."

Ling Zhengyang said lightly, this is the reason why he came here in person this time.

As far as the current situation is concerned, there are not many Void King Realms in Quyang County, and they are still shrunk like a turtle shell, and it will be difficult to take them down for a while.

But through the puppet before, he discovered that Zhu San hadn't left Quyang County, and the array he set up had no trace of the opponent's crossing, so he came here.

His purpose is to capture Zhu San, the former puppet, back to pay the tribute to that lord.

It's just that I didn't expect to find an unexpected joy.

Ling Zhengyang's gaze was fixed on Zuo Hao's body, and the smile on his face became more abnormal.

The flesh and blood of the Void King Realm must be delicious...

Since advancing to the Void King Realm, he hasn't devoured a Void King Realm cultivator in the true sense.

Now, here's your chance!

Thinking of this, Ling Zhengyang no longer concealed it, and waved his big hand.

"boom--"

The originally loose light red smoke of spiritual power began to shrink and squeeze inward rapidly in an instant!

"what!!!……"

"Master Zuo, save me!"

"Patriarch, Patriarch!"

"..."

For a moment, the Zhou family cultivator who had no time to react was engulfed in red smoke, and let out a series of shrill screams!

"not good!"

"It's the treachery of the Void King Realm... No! It's the blood demon Ling Zhengyang!"

"Also ask Mr. Zuo to act quickly!"

Qingyun broke out in a cold sweat instantly, even as the owner of the branch of Xingge, he couldn't keep calm in the face of such a vicious monster like Ling Zhengyang.

"Formation...Ling Zhengyang...So that's how it is."

Zuo Hao took a deep breath and came to his senses.

Without thinking about it any more, a straight revolver appeared in his hand instantly.

Epic pistols!

With a full blow, he couldn't believe that he couldn't break through this weird formation!

Chapter 212

"Click - da -"

"Click - da -"

"Click - da -"

"..."

One after another, the mana bullets continued to rotate in the barrel of the gun, and the crisp sound of loading was endless for a while.

The monk who was closer to Zuo Hao was stunned when he saw the weird spiritual weapon in his hand, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Whether it's the members of the Zhou family or the monks of Xingge, they all know that Mr. Zuo is from the outside world, and it's not uncommon for him to have a few strange weapons in his hand.

On the contrary, it would be strange if there was no such thing.

But now they didn't have time to think too much, and they all took a few steps back.

The reason is very simple. In front of the barrel of Zuo Hao's epic pistol, a dark red sphere of energy exuding a terrifying aura has gathered.

This energy gives people the feeling that it can tear everything in the family, which makes people feel palpitating.

After a while, seeing the range of the formation shrink by more than half again, the magic hand cannon of the epic pistol has been accumulated.

"boom--"

The attack composed of dozens of magic energy bullets exploded towards the front in an instant.

As soon as they came into contact with the light red spiritual power of the strange formation, the two burst into dazzling energy halos.

Everyone narrowed their eyes subconsciously, but it was less than a second.

The formation technique used by Ling Zhengyang was directly shattered by a blast.

Immediately afterwards, the energy attack of the magic hand cannon exploded towards a position not far away, that is, where Ling Zhengyang was at this time.

fast!

too fast!

From the blasting of the formation by the magic hand to the attack, the whole process took less than three seconds.

As soon as Ling Zhengyang discovered something was wrong, he was swallowed by the terrifying energy accumulated by the magic hand cannon.

"Boom!!!..."

Everything in the world seems to be dead.

The many monks who had just escaped from Ling Zhengyang only had time to see Zuo Hao's attack just hit the ground, and the boundless red light drowned everything around.

When the line of sight regained clarity again, everyone looked at Ling Zhengyang's position one after another.

Nothing!

"This... the blood demon Ling Zhengyang is dead?"

A cultivator in the Separation and Reunion Realm of the Star Pavilion looked at Zuo Hao in disbelief.

"No way, although I wish that the devil would die, but at least he is a Void King who has been famous for a long time, how could he be killed so easily?"

"Don't you see that the spiritual power of the formation around you has disappeared?"

"Huh... It's good to die, it's good to die!"

"We can't be careless, Ling Zhengyang is dead, but at this time there is still a steady stream of treacherous troops in Quyang County, it's better to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible."

"..."

A group of monks whispered to the people around them.

Zuo Hao frowned slightly, but he didn't think it would be so easy.

How can a person who can control an epic monster like Zhusan face to face be killed by an attack from the magic pistol?

If there is no cover from the formation, he can completely lock Ling Zhengyang's position just now, and then use time stagnation to assist the bombardment of the magic hand cannon, then there is probably some hope.

"Master Zuo..."

Qingyun, the deputy landlord of Xingge, was also relieved at this time, but just when he wanted to say something.

A faint cough sounded suddenly not far away, which surprised everyone.

"Cough...cough...cough cough..."

With the emergence of a stream of light, Ling Zhengyang's figure appeared in everyone's eyes.

He covered his lips with one hand, the robe on his body had become tattered, and some of the skin on his arms and thighs had become scorched black, but as the reddish-brown spiritual power continued to wash away, it was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked up at Zuo Hao, smiled and said:

"It seems that you, like that stupid beast, are monks from other worlds."

After all, he glanced at Zhu San who was far away from the battlefield, and showed an extremely weird smile.

Zhu San's eyelids twitched immediately, he wasn't fishing just now, but was afraid of Ling Zhengyang's weird methods.

If he was manipulated by the other party again to attack Zuo Hao, there would be no need for Zuo Hao to fight back. The spiritual contract signed by the two of them would be enough to destroy his sanity.

"We have no intention of being your enemy."

"It won't do you any harm to let us go."

Zuo Hao was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

It was the first time he had seen a person who could withstand a full blow from an epic pistol without dying.

Cultivators in this world should not be underestimated, especially Void King Realm like Ling Zhengyang who has been famous for a long time.

Although Zuo Hao also advanced to the Void King Realm for a period of time, the spells in the Lieyang Art he practiced are too few.

The Lieyang Art is more like a technique created purely to speed up the efficiency of cultivation. The principles of the spells recorded above are also very simple and crude, and the complicated principles are not involved at all.

Originally, Zuo Hao wanted to go to the auction place and other places in Pingwang County after he settled down, and try to buy a book of advanced exercises.

Unexpectedly, Quyang County was suddenly invaded by treachery.

Although now it seems that it is a long-planned plan by this group of treacherous people, Zuo Hao still secretly said bad luck in his heart.

It seems that every time he wants to settle down and develop, he will encounter this kind of trouble.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhengyang looked at him in surprise, and said:

"I thought that when you saw me, your first reaction was to rush up and fight to the death. After all, I once killed your compatriots."

When everyone heard this, they secretly scolded this old devil for being too scheming.

It has reached this point, and they are still trying to provoke the relationship between Zuo Hao and Zhu San.

"It seems that you don't plan to stop?"

Zuo Hao sighed in his heart, his face turned cold.

To be honest, if he hadn't met the real king, his weaponized body would not be worthy of any virtual king in the Great You Dynasty.

Of course, there is an exception for monks who have practiced special body secrets.

"Hehe...Young juniors, from the very beginning, I never planned to let you go."

"The lord is about to wake up, so you and that stupid beast should stay obediently and become my sacrifice."

Ling Zhengyang smiled coldly, and then took out a few red beads from the storage artifact.

Zhu San suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and shouted at Zuo Hao: