The Holy City of the Last Days

After a while, Zeng Wu's face was bruised and bruised, and it looked like he had been beaten well by Zeng Xian'an.

"Boy, is there something wrong with the potion you gave me? Why are all those small-power people who were injected with the potion dead?"

Zeng Xian'an also had a look of confusion on his face after hearing about this. If there was really something wrong with the potion, the Zeng family had also been injected with it, so why didn't anything happen? You must know that the potions are randomly assigned. It is impossible for hands and feet to be so precise.

"You discovered all this. It's because of your good luck that the Zeng family didn't poison you. If you had injected the complete potion like those people, many people might have died."

Li Yaoyang did not hide it at all. There were indeed only two hundred potions, and it was their business to distribute them.

"Boy, please stop trying to bullshit me. This matter is of great concern. Please explain to me clearly what is going on."

Zeng Xian'an obviously had no patience anymore. He didn't care what this guy did before, but now so many people from the small forces died after being injected with medicine. It would not be a good thing if the blame was placed on him.

"Aren't these two hundred potions not enough? I happened to increase the concentration of the potion. Injecting the complete potion will only cause an immediate explosion. On the contrary, after dilution, although the potion is not as expected, it can be delayed for a while."

"I thought it was those small forces who diluted the medicine. It would be spectacular if all the Zeng family were infected and died. It would be meaningless at all. After all, not everyone can enjoy my things."

Li Yaoyang himself did not expect that the disciples of the Zeng family were so united and much better than the older generation.

Zeng Xian'an was speechless for a moment. This kid already hated the Zeng family, so he really had to be mentally prepared to use the things he gave him. Even if he died, he couldn't say anything. He knew clearly that people hated the Zeng family and still used other things. Isn't it just a cocoon to give you something?

"As for the old immortal, it's just a few lives. If you don't plan to contact your old friend, you may not know what will happen."

Li Yaoyang reminded that if Mo Yu knew this title, he might be tempted to kill.

"…….."

Sure enough, Zeng Xian'an's face turned dark when he heard these words, but he could only endure it, because if this kid gave up his job, it would be a bit more gain than loss.

After the final farce, Li Yaoyang began to contact Qin Shuang with the help of the Cold Dragon Sword.

Soon, Qin Shuang's appearance began to be projected in the Cold Dragon Sword. At this time, Qin Shuang's face was pale, and he seemed to be in the same place with other disciples. Nangong Wudi above was in even worse condition, with a very conspicuous blood hole in his chest. , it looks like he will die at any time.

"Zeng Yiming?"

Qin Shuang also felt the changes in the Lingfeng Sword and sacrificed it, and the projections of Li Yaoyang and others also appeared in sight.

"Look, it's Master and the others!"

After seeing everyone's projections, the eyes of all the disciples showed hope.

"What happened to the leader, and why are you so seriously injured?"

After seeing the injuries on Nangong Wudi's body, Yang Qianfan and the others were no longer calm.

According to the master's cultivation level, who can severely damage him to this extent?

"Master, Elder Huang Wanjun and the others rebelled, and they were the ones who severely damaged the leader. Now the Lieyang Sect is under their control. If it weren't for the protection of our ancestors, I'm afraid we would also have been killed."

Yang Qianfan's disciple explained.

"what!"

Several people who were mentally prepared after hearing this were still extremely shocked. Everyone knew about this senior brother's ambition, but they didn't expect that he would rebel at this juncture.

"Senior brother! Where is junior sister Mo Yu?"

Zeng Xianan looked around and found no trace of Mo Yu.

After hearing this, everyone suddenly became silent.

"Junior Sister Mo Yu was captured to cover us. Huang Wanjun is planning to announce the entire South Holy City Remains to marry Junior Sister Mo Yu, and announce that the South Holy City Remains are separate from other Holy City Remains and are their own faction."

"Cough cough!"

After Nangong Wudi said these words, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What! What on earth is that old bastard planning to do?"

Hearing this, Zeng Xian'an became uneasy. Huang Wanjun had always been at odds with him. Now that Junior Sister Mo Yu was with him, the old guy became even more shameless and did such a thing.

"Old immortal, please calm down, this is not an opportunity. Now that this old bastard declares independence from the remains of several other holy cities, it will definitely attract a lot of dissatisfaction."

"When the crowds are crowded, we will take this opportunity to sneak in. I happen to have something terrifying here. If you don't give it a try, as long as you contribute the entire life of the Zeng family, then I guarantee that I can destroy the entire Lieyang Gate and not a single blade of grass will grow in that place. "

Li Yaoyang looked at Zeng Xian'an and realized that he indeed had that thing. Didn't he encounter the blood demon caused by the Lei and Huang families before?

Although he killed him, he still left a little tissue culture. This guy's vitality is really nothing to say.

And in the past few days, I have mixed the monster organization I met in the Devil's Mansion into it, which seems to have become a brand new species.

As long as the amount of flesh and blood contributed reaches a certain level, this thing can grow crazily. Cultivating it beyond level nine to pseudo-level ten is just a matter of the amount of flesh and blood.

"What on earth are you planning to do?"

Zeng Xian'an really felt that he needed to get to know this guy. This guy seemed to hate the Zeng family far more than he imagined. Every step he took seemed to be for today, to push the Zeng family into the endless abyss with his own hands.

"Just kidding! Just kidding!"

In order to test whether his idea can be successful, Li Yaoyang is also looking forward to the chaos in the ruins of the Southern Holy City. By then, the endless flesh and blood will become nourishment, and then he will have an extremely powerful trump card.

Even if he faces the blind man, he will be able to fight.

"Don't worry, Master! We will definitely rush back to Lieyang Gate as quickly as possible. Huang Wanjun's plan will never succeed."

Yang Qianfan assured.

"No! No! Huang Wanjun has a strong person beside him. You are not his opponent and you cannot fight him head-on."

Nangong Wudi also couldn't understand why his senior brother could invite such a strong person. There was absolutely no such person in the ruins of the Southern Holy City.

"..."

There were three of them for a while. The one who could be called a strong one by the leader was definitely equal to or above him in strength. If he and others encountered this situation, it would really be no different from this guy's opponent to delivering food.

"My Zeng family is not a vegetarian, so it's not certain who will win or lose."

Zeng Xianan made a decision and walked towards a place.