Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

In this life, Ma Zhan was born in the Qingshui Marquis Mansion, a high-ranking mansion in the political and military circles of the Liang State.

For the sake of family interests, death is just a trivial matter.

These are things that Ma Zhan cannot and will not prevent.

He knew in his heart that no matter what era, no matter how those in power whitewashed it, they would love the people like their own children.

The essence is the same, human life always comes after interests.

If the water tanks in every household in this city were really as Ma Zhan imagined, then this would be completely beyond Ma Zhan's psychological endurance.

In his worldview, this is anti-human.

Ma Zhan clenched his hands tightly, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Suddenly, the steps under my feet rumbled.

Ma Zhan pulled his foot back and jumped out from the first step.

As soon as he landed, Ma Zhan felt the ground shaking violently, and he swayed left and right several times to steady his body.

Looking up, I saw the stone palace beginning to deform and be rebuilt like building blocks.

After a burst of dust, the entire palace turned into a huge four-legged stone tripod.

"Such an ingenious design can control the shape of a building the size of a palace. It must be such a grand and sophisticated mechanical device."

Before Ma Zhan could sigh at the unnatural scene before him, a cloud of smoke rose from the giant cauldron and gradually gathered into an old man with white hair and beard and an immortal look.

Only the upper body of the old man was floating on the giant tripod. He was shocked when he saw Ma Zhan.

Then he regained his kind expression and stared at Ma Zhan.

Ma Zhan felt uncomfortable being stared at by the old man, perhaps because he had already achieved some cultivation.

You can feel that the old man can give people a strong sense of oppression, and it is far beyond Ma Zhongtong.

Ma Zhongtong's cultivation level makes him definitely one of the top masters in the world today.

In Ma Zhan's intuitive feeling, this old man can beat ten Ma Zhongtongs.

"You... are the God of the Tank."

The old man was stunned, "Jiang Shen... When did I get this name?"

Without paying attention to Ma Zhan's question, the old man spoke.

"My dear friend, I see that you have a strong spirit and blood. Come, step forward and inherit my legacy. You can definitely dominate the world."

"Tsk... Such a good thing, it's not even written in the cool novels, the old man must have bad intentions."

Ma Zhan crossed his arms and said, "Um...Gang Shen, you don't have to pass on your mantle to me. Can you pass it back to me?

If I remember correctly, there are two more people who have fallen here, just pass it to them."

"What kind of name is this? What an ugly name."

The old man frowned slightly, then smiled kindly.

"Haha, my friend, the fact that you can come here means that God has destined you to inherit my mantle.

Come on, inherit the world's number one sorcerer's skills, aren't you tempted?"

'Come on, such a great bargain, there must be a big scam behind it.

What's the difference between what you did and trying to trick a child with candy? You really treat me like a child.'

Ma Zhan sneered,

"Haha, the real best sorcerer in the world would never claim to be the best in the world."

The God of Jars felt that the proudest thing in his life was ignored by a little kid.

But it doesn’t matter. He is still young and inexperienced, and doesn’t know what being the best sorcerer in the world means.

The God of the Jar adjusted his mood, and seemed to be recalling something and reorganizing his words.

“Child, I see that your blood circulation is not smooth.

You are poisoned, come here, I will cure you the poison."

'Oh my god, you old man, you even know that I'm poisoned.

It can't be you... No...'

Ma Zhan seemed to have thought of something, 'Green tea is poisonous, and tea trees are growing in the body.

In the water tank, the plants growing on the baby's head, could these two be poisonous...

Considering that the entire city was arranged into a large formation, this old guy is definitely not a good person.

"Well, Anal God, I still don't know how to cure this poison. It's good to leave it on my body to tickle it."

The Anal God has a huge face that looks like constipation. He has ruled this city for hundreds of years, and no one has ever dared to refuse any of his orders.

This ten-year-old kid is really stubborn.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on the poor psychological endurance of the God of Anus. He is not bragging about being the best sorcerer in the world.

This former number one sorcerer pioneered the practice of sorcerers.

He once chatted and laughed with the most powerful king in the world, and all his disciples were heroes.

He was once a figure who amazed an era, but in pursuit of that unknown possibility, he gave up everything he had.

He schemed and planned everything, and for hundreds of years he was imprisoned in a circle.

He has become something that is neither human nor ghost.

Later, the possibility he pursued made him seal himself for thousands of years.

In this dark palace, he could hear his own breathing and heartbeat every day.

This torture of being unable to live or die has exhausted his will as a human being.

Finally, after being rejected several times by Ma Zhan, An Shen could no longer hold it in.

"Little kid, do you know who you are facing? I told you to come here, so you have to come here.

Do you hear me? Come here... Ah..."

As Gangshen roared, the sky changed color.

The god of anus, who originally had an immortal look, was now covered in black mist.

Countless black branches and vines climbed up the body of the Anal God.

The man turned into a half-human, half-plant monster.

The anus has a dark green face and looks ferocious and terrifying.

The huge eyes glared at Ma Zhan, and dark intent filled his mouth.

"You asked for this, little kid."

I saw countless vines shooting towards Ma Zhan like arrows.

"Oh my god, tentacle monster...

If you have this ability, why did you trick me just now? Are you free? "

Ma Zhan turned around and ran. Compared with the vine tentacles, Ma Zhan's speed was no different from that of an ant crawling.

However, just as the tentacles extended out of the range of the giant cauldron, both their speed and strength were greatly reduced.

The tentacles, which were as powerful as a tiger, became like a sick cat after leaving the range of the black cauldron.

Even so, these countless tentacles were enough for Ma Zhan to bear.

Ma Zhan, who was already a sixth-rank warrior, automatically gave an alarm.

He quickly pulled out his dagger, turned around decisively and chopped down, splitting a vine tentacle in half.

Before I could even catch my breath, the second, the third...

Countless tentacles attacked continuously like sharks smelling blood.

Ma Zhan circulated his true energy, combining the movements of "Feather Swallow Flying in the Air" and "Gecko Climbing the Wall" to fly up and down.

The dagger in his right hand was used as a judge's pen to stab, chop, and pick the tentacles of the Anal God, breaking them all over the ground.

His left hand continuously used the "Dragon Flipping Hand" and "Xuan Yang Finger", causing the tentacles that were hit to explode directly.

Ma Zhan's counterattack was so powerful that I would have thought that Ma Zhan was going to fight back and kill An Shen.

When the God of Anus saw Ma Zhan's heroic appearance, his terrifying face was obviously stunned.

'I didn't expect the little kid to be a warrior'

Immediately afterwards, he controlled the vines and shot them towards Ma Zhan at all costs.

Only those who are suffering know how difficult it is. Finger techniques, light skills, daggers, and various other skills are used at the same time, which consumes a huge amount of true energy.

Fortunately, Ma Zhan had strong energy and blood, so he was able to hold on for so long.