The Lord who use immortals as food

Thinking in his mind, Pei Ye once again crossed the fire curtain and entered the familiar venue. This time his opponent was a strong man with bloodstains and flesh between his teeth. He was shaking and eager to try. He lowered his head and raised a pair of bloodshot eyes. , like a hungry tiger.

This time, Pei Ye chose the strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries. To kill a wolf, you need to be patient, and to defeat a tiger, you need to be brave. If you are frightened by this man's ferocity, your defeat is already certain.

Compared to the previous game, which had a lot of martial arts, this one was a head-to-head confrontation with fists and fists. Gradually, the two became more ferocious and even began to give up blocking. Instead, they competed to see who could hit harder and hit in more critical positions.

The arms, ribs, lower abdomen, chin, heavenly spirit... some of them narrowly escaped, and some of them responded with the same heavy blow before they had time to dodge.

If this continues, no matter who is left standing in the end, it will be a tragic victory.

Of course, what Pei Ye wanted was not this ending.

He still has the energy to escape.

In fact, when he chose this style of play, he had already thought of a way to win.

——Another fatal exchange of moves. Pei Ye turned his head to avoid a heavy punch towards Tian Ling, and stabbed the opponent's neck with his palm.

The man also avoided it and raised his knees to push against Pei Ye's vagina, but suddenly there was a sharp cold feeling on his neck.

A thought flashed through his mind - does this person have such long nails? Why didn't you see me just now?

Pei Ye clicked his fingers, and a small piece of iron penetrated his neck and flew out from the other end.

Only then did the man realize it, and glared at this despicable opponent. But his throat could no longer support his voice. Pei Ye punched his temple, and his strong body fell to the ground stiffly.

The light cocoon in his belly was like a sea anemone hunting for prey. Pei Ye was too lazy to look at it anymore. He turned his head, and Zhang Siche was looking at him with a smile.

…

The decisive battle started later than expected.

Pei Ye and Zhang Siche stood on opposite sides, watching the Zhushi Cult believers gradually gather under the altar, the blue flames rose, and solemn music played.

Viewed from above, it looked like a huge blue lotus was burning in the valley, with Zhang Siche and Pei Ye standing in the middle of the lotus.

Two men in purple robes stood aside. Under the beating of the blue fire shadow, the ghost faces seemed to come to life, really like two powerful ghosts.

Qiongqi squatted quietly on a high platform, like a big cat waiting for dinner.

Different from the previous clones transformed into two wings, this one was Qiongqi's original body, and its powerful power made Pei Ye freeze up at just one glance.

Pei Ye suddenly came up with a guess, could it be...not that he wanted to move the seeds into the final host, but that he wanted to feed the final host to this Qiongqi?

After all, from a physical point of view, the mortal body of human beings is certainly not as good as that of divine beasts.

But will Qiongqi take orders from Zhu Shijiao?

——It is true that he is more obedient than himself.

Looking around, the Zhushi disciples were not worried about the two outsiders remaining at the end.

"It's all the same." Pei Ye thought of this sentence again.

In a few moments, everything was ready, and Pei Ye and Zhang Siche stepped into the ring of fire. The Zhushi Sect's plot was about to be unveiled in the final step, but if it continued like this, the two of them should not be able to see it.

"Why doesn't Zhu Gaoyang come?" Pei Ye signaled with his eyes.

"Don't worry, it's coming soon." Zhang Siche sent a message, "Fight first, just use your full strength."

Is this a complete lack of effort? Even if I beat you to death, I won't be able to survive.

Pei Ye pursed her lips and punched first.

Pei Ye's punches were steady and powerful, while Zhang Siche's palms were gentle and calm.

As soon as he handed over his hand, Pei Ye immediately felt a rapid falling sensation, as if he had stepped off a cliff.

He bounced away quickly like an instinct, looking at the smiling man in front of him with his hair standing on end.

Needless to say, Pei Ye has always had an extraordinary sensitivity to martial arts. When he didn't understand martial arts, he could rely on his intuition to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and defeated older children who had been practicing martial arts for two or three years.

It was a kind of surreal synaesthesia. For example, when fighting an old man, he felt like he was being sliced ​​by a sharp knife. When the strong man punched, Pei Ye felt like he was facing a dense and heavy drumbeat.

This is a precise feeling given to him by his opponent from various aspects. It is probably the "martial arts personality" revealed by him in this battle. Pei Ye is also accustomed to relying on this to formulate strategies against the enemy.

But how to deal with the cliff?

Even when he fought with Lin Lin when he was ten years old, he never felt such a strong feeling of falling.

His attack was like "weightless", as if he had penetrated into a fog and could not find the support point for the next reaction.

This feeling must be described in words, that is, "unfathomable".

This is an irreparable gap in cognition. The other party's view of martial arts far exceeds his own.

No wonder he asked himself "Where did he learn from?" It turned out that he was a serious successor of a great sect.

The martial arts he used were so superb and unpredictable, his vision so ruthless and precise, and his martial arts so high-level, that made Pei Ye feel for the first time that the fists and feet he relied on to stand up were so crude.

Frustration and eagerness to try came to his mind at the same time, and Pei Ye stepped up again.

This time Zhang Siche seemed to have put some restrictions on himself and started to fight him hand-to-hand with each move. Pei Ye felt much more comfortable in the fight this time, and even became more fluent and courageous as he fought.

After a hundred moves, Zhang Siche suddenly sent a message: "I'm going to use my wonderful method."

Pei Ye: "?"

Just as he was about to ask, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he punched him hard in the heart!

This solid blow almost stopped Pei Ye's heart. He quickly stopped his hand, only to see Zhang Siche's whole body stiffen and tremble, with blood leaving the corner of his mouth.

Falling to the ground with a crash.

"..."

Before Pei Ye could do anything, the tentacles in his belly rushed out.

At this time, they had become thick and mysterious, like a dozen gluttonous eels, swarming into Zhang Siche's belly, biting the light cocoon and pulling it out.

The light cocoon tentacle in Zhang Siche's belly was still clinging to his ribs, so Pei Ye saw Zhang Siche quickly raise his hand, cut off the tentacle quickly, and quickly put his hand back to his side.

Looking at his face again, his eyes were still staring blankly.

"..."

So the so-called brilliant solution is to pretend to be dead? Isn't this plagiarizing me? !

Pei Ye felt that he had been cheated, but he couldn't figure out where he was.

You are just pretending to be dead now, with so many pairs of eyes watching you, can you still run away?

In any case, he had his own reasons for pretending to be dead. Pei Ye stopped looking at him and walked out of the ring of fire as if nothing happened.

The final host has been born, and Pei Ye has an iron talisman hidden in his hand and is waiting vigilantly for his fate.

At this time, the sky was just turning white, and the believers were praying in unison. Two men in black robes came to Pei Ye and led him towards Qiongqi's huge head that was staring at him eagerly.

It's over, Pei Ye thought, as if he really fed himself to Qiongqi.

Why doesn’t Zhu Gaoyang come?

He secretly glanced at the horizon and realized Shen Yanping and Feng Zhi's mood at that time. But it was even more urgent at this time. He was not even ten feet away from the tiger's head.

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