Chapter 119, what's missing for me?

Every inch of skin and muscle all over the body instinctively feels a sense of depression and fear. This is not the gap between cultivation and ability, but the gap between the essence and quantity of the two.

No matter how strong the sheep is, it will instinctively fear the hungry wolf.

In this era of extreme scarcity of aura and resources, all monks who can push their cultivation to more than nine levels of qi refining are actually monsters with double distortions of mind and spirit. However, abnormal methods and modes are different.

After experiencing the accumulation and understanding of the baptism of rebirth and the doomsday killing for more than ten years, Zhu Peng's will and the height of the realm he has will never be slightly weaker than any monk who builds the tripod and return the foundation. What he is poor is just the accumulation of cultivation and Zhenyuan.

Therefore, even if he faces the end of the world, the monks who build the foundation will not be a little afraid. He really wants to fight for his life. No matter how big the cultivation gap between the two sides is, Zhu Peng can exert all his combat strength.

But he is different from Li Zhe, the poisonous dragon, a horror monk who took the initiative to sharpen with his life in the end of the Dharma era. No matter how difficult the doomsday killing is, it is actually a hundred times stronger than the end of the Dharma era in terms of the cultivation environment and external conditions.

The gap between him and the poisonous dragon is like an excellent all-A soldier in the science of the complete military academy and a soldier who grew up in Africa and sharpened in the war - in three minutes, he was born in the class, and there will be no more complete bone left in his body.

For the monks who climbed to the top in this end of the Dharma era, every breath of aura they spit out was filled with a bloody and choking smell. It may be someone else's or their own.

The only pity is that after the end of the world, in the killing of hundreds of clans, monks like them are simply the target of the key killing. The higher the cultivation, the stronger the combat power, the more fierce the killing and annihilation.

Limited to the shackles of age and the times, the older and hotter they are, they can hardly leave a single monster. They are all used to their own era. How can the demons in their eyes be rampant in front of them? Otherwise, when the second monk civilization re-re-re established fifty years later, the indigenous monks of the earth would not be in such an embarrassing and pitiful position.

Even if you are stubborn, even if you are unwilling, even if you know that the other party doesn't care, even if you can't help trembling all over. However, Zhu Peng still performed etiquette slowly and made a junior gift impeccably.

"At the end of the school, junior Zhu Peng, see Elder Li."

The other party responded with a turbulent poisonous fog all over the sky. There was no verbal response, no advance reminder, or even the slightest warning. Li Zhe's move was like a sneak attack. Of course, it may also be like a person stepping on an ant, inadvertently stepping on it.

Zhu Peng, who had been prepared for this situation for a long time, also reacted quite quickly. He waved his right hand forward from behind. Tieshayuan magnetic mixed health Zhenyuan mixed Shura iron sand, instantly turned into an arc of beautiful light rainbow, colliding with the poisonous gas hit by Li Zhexin's hand. There is not much difference in the strength of the two sides. .

Li Zhe is a careless blow. Zhu Peng is doing his best, but the poisonous gas Zhenyuan is like a spiritual rising change, attacking the weak and avoiding the strong, hitting Zhu Peng's weak rhythm everywhere. It's like an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences giving a lecture to a primary school student and talking about a one-plus one problem. Like a flower, it's so uncomfortable that people want to vomit blood.

At this time, Zhu Peng had this feeling. Obviously, it was just a simple Zhenyuan collision. Why are there so many unpredictable changes in it?

But before Zhu Peng could figure it out, the poisonous gas Zhenyuan had turned into a green demon dragon with scales and claws. It was just a burst of collision, which broke the iron evil light arc created by Zhu Peng's efforts. The light arc was broken, and the demon dragon turned out, but there was a trace of madness in Zhu Peng's eyes. The fierce and vicious flashed.

"Kill, kill, kill." With a wild roar, Zhu Peng rushed in, but what he relied on was a touch of extremely faint purple flame on the thumb of his right hand. The iron evil light arc in front of you is almost full of illusory moves. Only the purity of this finger is the unique skill that can really pose a threat to the poisonous dragon.

"Kill the way?" It was not until this time that Li Zhe woke up slightly from his own world and watched Zhu Peng cut his flexible poisonous dragon with that touch of purple flame. That kind of heroism was like a long sword stabbing and a big knife.

"I have a good understanding, but it's a pity that it's not my own heart after all."

did not take action again. Although Zhu Peng, who cut the poisonous dragon, had rushed to his front, the next moment, Zhu Peng had slowly fallen down with trembling.

Poisonous dragon, poisonous dragon, there is no poison, what kind of poisonous dragon is that?

The short old man winter melon slowly walked to Zhu Peng and squatted down. It seemed that he had known where it was for a long time. Li Zhe quickly took out the green dragon elixir for Zhu Peng's arms to save his life.

This elixir is still scattered with light cyan brilliance and fresh vitality, which is very different from Zhu Peng, who was almost poisoned to death.

When he got what he wanted, Li Zhe turned around and left, but as soon as he took a step, his ankle had been grasped by a trembling palm.

A low voice sounded under his feet, "Heart, body, qi, art, momentum, what's wrong with me? No, I shouldn't be so different from you."

Listening to Zhu Peng's words, Li Zhe's eyes, which seemed to be gray and unable to lift his spirit, suddenly lit up. He lowered his head and took a deep look at Zhu Peng, and the two pairs of fast-moving purple meteors in his eyes.

"It's worthy of being Zhu Yun's descendant, and worthy of being my bloody son. If you open your mouth and ask me for medicine for my father, I will trample you to death. Fortunately, you didn't. I finally don't have to think of a reason to explain to the old monster Zhu Yun. Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha."

Kicking away Zhu Peng's palm, Li Zhe strode away without hesitation. The space and distance seemed to be meaningless at his feet. Obviously, it was only a small step, but he easily took a long distance. In an instant, Li Zhe disappeared.

Only Zhu Peng was left lying there, like an embarrassed wild dog that had been kicked. Father, the child is incompetent."

When Zhu Peng appeared in Zhu's house again, it was late at night. It was not that he didn't want to come back earlier, but that he didn't want his mother to worry more, so Zhu Peng had to spend some time cleaning up his body and injuries.