Chapter 500: Physical sanctification!
Golden flames burst out from the whole body of the Steamer Prison Master, and his three souls and seven souls were burned by the fire, and he kept making miserable screams.
But amidst the bursts of miserable howls, Zhang Sanfen stood proudly holding a tantric iron rod and looked around.
Next?
Who dares to go up next?
An A-level prison master couldn't even walk in front of Zhang Sanfen. Who would dare to come and die?
I whispered: "The boss is awesome!"
Zhang Baiqiang's eyes were shining, and Dong Yi had a slight smile on his face.
The captain is strong, and as team members, they naturally feel proud.
The Snake Goddess was obviously irritated, so much so that her soul fluctuations became violent: "Your Majesty, Lord Iron Tree Prisoner!"
A black soul flag floated over.
Unlike the previous prison masters, the Iron Tree Prison Master is actually covered in armor. These armors should be forged from the thousand-year-old iron trees that grow in the Iron Tree Hell.
On the surface, the Iron Tree Prisoner looks like a ball of black energy wrapped in a set of steel armor.
The eyes of the armor were still shining with green light.
Seeing the power of the Iron Tree Prison Master, hundreds of thousands of evil spirits also let out bursts of ghost roars.
But Zhang Sanfen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said: "Evil ghosts are invisible, but you have to put on such an armor for yourself. What is the difference between this and seeking death?" The
Iron Tree Prison Master slapped the iron rod in his hand hard and said sternly. He shouted: "Zhang Sanfen! I'm not afraid of you!"
Although he said he was not afraid, the black air on his body kept coming out from the gaps in the armor, which gave him a tragic feeling.
This guy doesn't have a body, otherwise he might not be able to control his muscles from trembling.
Zhang Sanfen mentioned the tantric iron rod and said: "Give you a chance, I will stand here without moving, waiting for you to kill me!" The
prison master of the Iron Tree shouted in surprise: "A gentleman's look! It's hard to catch up with a horse!"
He said happily , but the heavy iron rod in his hand hit his head hard.
This is what you can’t say!
The weapon in the hands of the Iron Tree Prison Master is definitely not simple. It is an iron tree from the core of the Iron Tree Hell. It has extremely high density and natural weight.
Even though it is only as thick as an egg, in terms of weight, it weighs at least a thousand kilograms!
With the help of the power of the Iron Tree Prisoner's blow, this blow must be measured in tons at least.
However, Zhang Sanfen couldn't dodge yet, so he had to confront this guy head-on!
I looked anxious and clutched the rune sword tightly.
But he saw Zhang Sanfen also raised the Tantric iron rod in his hand and went straight to meet him.
It’s just that everyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhang Sanfen’s Tantric iron rod is flashing with Tantric mantras one after another, and golden talisman fire is entwined on it.
That's the sun's golden crystal flame jumping happily.
It was too late, but it was soon.
I saw the two sticks colliding, and golden light suddenly bloomed, stinging many people who couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly.
After the golden light bloomed, it quickly dissipated. Only then did I see the figures of Zhang Sanfen and Tieshu Prison Master gradually emerging.
The Iron Tree Prison Master was still wearing that weird armor, and he made chopping movements with his hands. Judging from his posture, he had used all his strength.
But Zhang Sanfen remained motionless, holding up the tantric iron rod and blocking the iron tree in the center of the earth in front of him.
He still had a calm expression on his face and his combat uniform was extremely neat, as if he had done something insignificant.
But the more this happens, the more incredible I find it.
An A-level master hit his head with an iron bar weighing a thousand kilograms with all his strength. How could Zhang Sanfen block it with one hand?
Or is it that Zhang Sanfen's physical fitness has begun to change qualitatively?
I suddenly remembered something that has been circulating in Middle-earth for a long time: the sanctification of the body.
Before the end of the Dharma Age, physical sanctification was just a legend. It roughly meant that one had the same strength as an immortal before becoming an immortal.
According to myths and legends, the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven on a dragon, which was actually a form of physical sanctification.
Of course, after the Age of Ending Law, many exorcism masters and academicians of the First Academy have confirmed one thing, that is, the power of the soul can affect the body.
The stronger the soul power, the stronger the physical quality.
As far as we know so far, there is no clear scientific statement on how soul power affects human physical fitness. However, since the soul strength tester has been developed, there is no doubt about this conclusion.
There has been a saying in Middle-earth for a long time, which roughly means that reaching S level means that the body has become a saint, and its strength is comparable to that of immortals and old gods.
At that time, with his strong physical fitness, he could easily lift several thousand kilograms of weight. Some people even say that after reaching S level, it is possible to fly in the sky and move freely.
I'm a bit dissatisfied with this statement.
Anyway, I have seen several S-class ones in Middle-earth.
Wei Wuguo, Mr. Zhang, Master Guangming, and the city lord who died in vain.
Except for the dead city lord who is in the form of a dead soul, he is not constrained by gravity and can fly at will.
The other three never flew once.
The most you can do is use Shuchishin Jutsu to run faster.
However, there is no doubt that the physical fitness of the strong is far superior to that of ordinary people. I dare not say how much it weighs, but it is still okay to pick it up casually.
Seeing Zhang Sanfen blocking the attack of the Oil Pot Prisoner with one hand, not only did I think of the rumor of physical sanctification, but even many of the demon-suppressing soldiers on the city couldn't help but exclaimed: "Physical sanctification! "
Then there was a burst of noise.
On the contrary, the black energy all over the body of the Oil Pot Prisoner trembled, and gurgling began to rise from the gaps in his armor.
Immediately afterwards, this guy let go without hesitation, then turned around and ran away.
The fear of Zhang Sanfen finally suppressed the enslavement deep in his soul.
No matter how respectful and humble he is to the old gods, he can't compare to Zhang Sanfen.
If you continue to fight, you will die!
The prison lord of the oil pot suddenly escaped, shocking everyone's jaws.
Damn it, is this okay?
Doesn’t it mean that the souls of the eighteen levels of hell have been polluted by the old gods?
Even if you die, you should be smiling and not frowning, so why are you running away now?
I don’t even want the iron tree in my hand!
Not only were the demon-suppressing soldiers around him stunned, but even Zhang Sanfen was stunned on the spot, not knowing whether to pursue him or not.
After all, the Oil Pot Prison Master is A-level and has a relatively clear mind.
When he ran away, he didn't even go to the old gods, he just ran away into the darkness.
It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared into the darkness that the old gods calmed down.
The fluctuation of the Snake Goddess's soul almost spread throughout the entire Uncursed Road: "Those who betray the old gods! Die!"
In an instant, the remaining seven or eight black soul flags turned around and chased into the darkness.
While chasing him back, he shouted loudly: "Those who betray the old gods! You must endure eighteen kinds of torture! Oil pot prison master! You can't escape!"
Damn it.
Do you need seven or eight prison lords to chase a greasy pot prison lord who is afraid of fighting and runs away?
The calculations of these bastards are each smarter than the last.
They all know that fighting Zhang Sanfen will lead to death. Chasing the Oil Pot Prison Master to catch him, not only can they avoid the dangerous job of fighting generals, but they will also not be hated by the old gods. They really kill two birds with one stone. .
It's just that there are too many smart prison masters, and what you think of has been thought of by others, so there is a phenomenon of seven or eight prison masters chasing a defector together.
There were only a few two or three dumb guys still standing under the black soul flag, dumbfounded and confused as to why their companions were all chasing the Oil Pot Prison Master.
I don’t see any deep hatred between people on weekdays.
The corner of Zhang Sanfen's mouth twitched twice, and then he cursed in a low voice: "Who will tell me in the future that the evil spirits in the eighteenth hell are all idiots? Who am I to worry about! They are all about to become sperms!"
No killing! Zhang Sanfen didn't take it seriously at all.
He casually threw the captured iron tree into the light and shadow rune defense circle, and then said loudly into the darkness: "Don't use the evil ghosts of hell as a shield!" "
Since you claim to be a god, don't be a coward." ! Stand up and fight with me in an upright manner."
"I want to see how many brushes the old gods have!"
Zhang Sanfen's words were not only shouted, but also combined with the fluctuations in his soul to convey extremely contemptuous meaning. .
In the darkness at the scene, the soul fluctuations of the old gods came: "Zhang Sanfen, the body of the extreme sun! I'm here to kill you!" I
saw the surrounding ground churning, and countless kelp-like plants more than ten meters high grew rapidly. .
Bokru the God Planter!
The code name of the old god is 341!
(End of chapter)