Behind Pang Xiaozhang, a divine chapter floated in the air, breathing out gentle mist. It was like a cold-faced alchemist with a serious face, developing the latest elixir.

Da, da da!

Seeing that Pang Xiaozhang was about to recover from his injuries, Mo Yiji was shocked. He stepped back suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

Click.

Behind the counter, Bai Quanbi was nervous and originally planned to drink a glass of water to moisten his throat.

But when he confirmed the Ascension Chapter of Danqing, the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground.

"You, you... you, it's impossible. It's impossible for you to cultivate the Pang family's Ten Thousand Scrolls of Economics, the Nascent Soul Realm, and it's impossible to cultivate the Ascension Chapter of Painting. There are no original Dao patterns in your body... It's impossible.

!”

Mo Yiji had already been frightened to the point of losing his balance.

He shook his head repeatedly, not believing what was happening in front of him.

"Who said that the Wanjuan body of economics cannot be cultivated."

"Who else said that there are no original Dao patterns in my body."

Zhao Chu kept smiling.

As he walked towards Mo Yiji step by step, behind him, one after another, the origin Dao patterns were like thousands of snakes coming out of their holes, trying to bring chaos to the world, constantly tearing apart the space.

Ten ways.

Twenty!

Fifty!

Eighty ways!

One hundred and thirty!

After a few breaths, behind Pang Xiaozhang, Wan Ru was like a peacock in full bloom, with countless origin patterns rolling everywhere.

It was overwhelming, as if the sky was about to collapse, which made people feel heartbroken.

In the distance, many disciples who had mocked Pang Xiaozhang before sat down on the ground, so frightened that they could not recover for a long time.

This...how is this happening?

A person in the Nascent Soul Realm can actually cultivate such terrifying origin patterns.

Even the strongest person in the Natural Selection Realm present, the original Dao patterns he has cultivated are not even half of what Pang Xiaozhang possesses.

Bah!

Bah!

"Uh...ah..."

At the same time, Mo Yiji suddenly screamed.

A ball of dark pus and blood suddenly spattered from his chest.

The brand new robe had been corroded and had holes, and it turned out that his chest had already festered with a blood hole as big as a bowl.

People can even see Mo Yiji's beating heart.

At this moment, there were also dark spots spreading over his heart, like an insect that was getting bigger and bigger, enjoying a gluttonous feast.

puff!

puff!

puff!

Next, many people were frightened and fainted.

Mo Yiji was like a bursting firework, with balls of pus and blood sputtering out. His whole body was like a colander, with shocking blood holes everywhere.

pain!

At this moment, Mo Yiji was in extreme pain.

He was rolling all over the floor, almost like crazy.

"The Way of Corrosion is really a chapter in the ascension of the painting!"

Baiquanbi was trembling all over.

The chapter on the ascension of the painting is a genuine source of Taoist magical power.

Not only can it quickly restore the practitioner's injuries, it can also exert a curse that makes the enemy's body fester to death.

Before dying, he watched himself being corroded bit by bit by pus and blood. This is also the cruelest torture in the world.

Baiquanbi wanted to save Mo Yiji.

But Pang Xiaozhang turned around and looked at himself calmly.

At this glance, Bai Quanbi seemed to see himself becoming a corpse, and he was almost frightened to death.

There was a voice roaring in his subconscious.

Don't mess with him.

Don't mess with him.

Don't mess with him.

Bai Quanbi wanted to take action, but couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.

…

"Spare, spare, spare my life... I was wrong. I will return the resources to you, and I will definitely return them to you."

"We are brothers in the same discipline, you can't be so cruel."

Mo Yiji rolled on the ground.

He looked at Pang Xiaozhang pleadingly, begging for mercy.

In the distance, everyone was silent, not even daring to breathe.

"When you attacked me just now and wanted to kill me, you didn't think that we were brothers in the same sect, right?"

"Spare your life?"

"I spared your life, but you never thought of sparing mine."

Zhao Chu sneered.

Pang Xiaozhang is too lazy to argue with these people because he has a generous attitude and is arrogant and disdainful.

But I, Zhao Chu, am determined to avenge myself, and my revenge will not last overnight.
Chapter completed!