When Zhuo Jinzhang was recovering from his injuries just now, he had already removed the human skin covering his face. Now facing Haomao, Zhuo Jinzhang showed his true appearance.

The face that had taken off its disguise was none other than the evil cultivator of Meng Huazong, Zhang Jizhi.

Zhang Jizhi, I met this heroic man many years ago.

In order to change Haorui's fate, he prepared a lot of money and went to Meng Huazong in person, presented Haorui's birth date and asked the immortals of Meng Huazong to help Ruisheng change his fate.

The monk from Meng Huazong who agreed to transfer Haorui Sheng back then was none other than Zhang Jizhi.

Zhang Jizhi's sinister eyes met the heroic and red eyes, and he laughed "Jie Jie" in his throat: "Hey, Boss Hao, I didn't expect that you are also a monk, you hide it well enough."

Zhang Jizhi had only been cultivating for a mere hundred years, so naturally he had never seen the Weiwei power of Dongfang Xingxu. He could only pretend that he was as heroic as an ordinary human monk, but he just hid his own cultivation.

However, the aura emanating from Haomao's body was a bit special. Although Zhang Jizhi could feel the aura of wood in him that was different from ordinary monks, he couldn't pinpoint it.

But he didn't pay much attention to this.

The world is so vast that there are many monks who have entered Taoism through various evil ways, not to mention that he himself is a demon cultivator.

At this moment, Zhang Jizhi also clearly saw that there was something wrong with the glint in Haomao's eyes.

He had obviously awakened his inner demons in a fit of rage.

Even if he saw the heroic demon-falling figure, there was no trace of fear on Zhang Jizhi's face.

His current level of demon power has been greatly improved compared to what it was before, and he still has the energy of Haorui Sheng's pure yin physique in his body. Although it has not been completely absorbed and refined, it can still be converted into Qi breath energy.

for his use.

In other words, although he has not yet truly reached the level of Dzogchen in the later stage of the Golden elixir, he has been able to release the power equivalent to the Dzogchen in the later stage of the Golden elixir.

Hmm, looking at the entire territory of Meng Huazong, including the sect leader Chengyu, which monk's cultivation level can reach the Great Perfection of the late Jindan period?

Therefore, although Zhang Jizhi has not yet figured out what kind of cultivation Haomai is, he is sure that even if Haomai is an evil cultivator, his cultivation level must be lower than his.

The reason is very simple. If Hao Lao's cultivation level surpassed his, how could he have been hiding among the ordinary people for so many years? And he only became the richest man in Luwucheng.

If his cultivation had surpassed the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage, even the Meng Huazong would have fallen to him long ago, not to mention that even Haorui Sheng would not be able to protect him.

Therefore, Zhang Jizhi didn't take Haomao seriously at all.

Facing Zhang Jizhi, Haomai remained silent, flipping his wrist and making a strange-shaped seal neatly.

The Jiayin is green and green, floating steadily in front of the heroic body.

Jiayin continuously released waves of blue-green light in waves. Although Zhuo Jinzhang didn't know what kind of technique this was, he could clearly feel the energy of the wood between heaven and earth, which was rapidly moving toward that place.

A collection of shimmering green seals...

Zhang Jizhi knew without thinking that this Jiayin, which kept gathering energy, must be boldly prepared to deal with him!

Zhang Jizhi snorted coldly, raised his hand, and quickly pulled out countless creeping touches from his body.

Those creeping tentacles grew when the wind blew, and soon they grew as thick and huge as beams. The giant creeping tentacles swayed their huge and disgusting scarlet bodies, and rolled towards Haomao.

Seeing that those huge creeping tentacles were about to collide with the suspended Jiayin in front of Haomai, Haomai raised his red eyes and looked at the pile of disgusting things rushing towards him from the opposite side.

He raised his hand unhurriedly, stretched out only one finger, and drew a rune in the void. Then he made a clean and neat killing gesture with his finger, and muttered: "Tangled roots!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the talismans he drew instantly turned into countless tree roots as thin as fishing lines. Those slender tree roots spread out in circles, and each hairy tree root was covered with sparkling green.

Light entanglement.

Countless tree roots are like a blue-green net, quickly moving towards the creeping hood at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Then, the creeping tentacles and the root web pass through each other facing each other.

Everything is silent.

It seems like nothing happened.

Zhang Jizhi's smile was still on his face, but suddenly his eyes kept rolling, his body leaned forward, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Look at the creeping touch passed through by the light net...

If Yan Yan were present, she would definitely feel that this scene looked very much like the old-fashioned dough press from the Shenhua Kingdom on Earth. It is also called a hot press in some places in the north.

All the thick worms were cut into strands of meaty noodles of even thickness by the dense network of tree roots, and the roots were cut off neatly with a single knife at the end.

Countless meat noodles fell down one after another, like a rain of meat noodles.

The things hanging on Zhang Jizhi's body changed from squirming to squirming cakes in seconds!

Zhang Jizhi's face suddenly turned pale.

On the one hand it hurts, on the other hand it's scary.

At the same time, Jiayin in front of Haomao was still absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth all the time, and began to grow up little by little...

At this moment, Zhang Jizhi looked at the inconspicuous light blue seal, and a huge fear suddenly surged in his heart.

Just now he used creeping touch to attack Haomai, but he only saw Haomai raise his little finger. He didn't even sense the energy fluctuations on the opponent's body. He didn't even see what characters the opponent drew, so he used his strongest creeping touch.

It was completely torn to pieces, with no chance of repairing itself.

Although Zhang Jizhi could still grow more creeping tentacles, facing such unequal strength, Zhang Jizhi knew that no matter how much he summoned, it would be in vain.

Looking at Haomai's strength, he knew that he had no chance of escaping.

Zhang Jizhi was almost in despair at this moment.

If there were many women's blood essence and blood as energy supply at this moment, with his golden elixir's late-stage Dzogchen realm, he might be able to compete with Haomao. However, looking around, there are all towering giant trees...

Suddenly, Zhang Jizhi's eyes narrowed slightly and settled somewhere in the forest.

That place used to be the entrance to the mountain forest. At this moment, many people were trapped among the giant trees that suddenly grew wildly. Those people were in a daze, as if they had been poisoned...

He suddenly remembered.

Yesterday, he handed Zhang Dafu a black talisman that imprisoned the Demon of Corruption, and asked him to release the Demon of Corruption at today's banquet of thousands of people, and bring more than a hundred people to Yin Valley to prepare the essence and blood for him to practice.

supply.

Zhang Jizhi looked carefully at the group of people. They all moved stiffly and slowly. Only Zhang Shamao moved normally and took the lead.

These people came at just the right time.

Zhang Jizhi smiled proudly.

It seems that God will not kill him!

Taking advantage of the gap between Haomao's lowered eyes and staring at Ga Yin in front of him, he suddenly stretched out countless slender tentacles and quickly stabbed at the guests in the clearing in the forest.

Zhang Jizhi was almost driven crazy by the heroism at this moment. He didn't care about men, women, age or children. Each squirm was like a life-saving fork in the hand of an evil ghost, directly piercing the bodies of one living person after another.

The first person to bear the brunt was Zhang Shamao, who was walking at the front of the crowd.

Zhang Shamao's fat body was strung up at the top, and he couldn't even change his expression. He still looked as smug as he thought he was about to own the whole world.

Despite this expression, the flesh and blood under the skin was quickly disappearing and shriveled... Zhang Fat Cat's originally plump and bright red face instantly turned into a wrinkled rag. It looked funny and ironic.
Chapter completed!