Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

For a moment, Lu Du's eyes became deeper than the night.

And in the deepest depths of the pupils, the stars that Gus had never seen.

“The price…”

Looking at the demon's profound eyes, Gus palpitated and dared not ask “what exactly is the price”.

Just then, deep in the jungle ahead came the sound of a familiar cord.

Sister paused, kneeling on one knee, and pulled two mechanical crossbows from behind.

The smell between the shrub and the branches is getting stronger and stronger, like dripping blood from the void.

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! ”

Three or four heads with sarcomas, buckets of thick python climbed down the branches, lantern-like eyes with fierce flashes, staring at the brothers Gus and Gray.

It's a beast.

The fierce beast on the outskirts of Chifeng Mountain has long been killed by a hunting team of powerful fighters.

But deep in the mountains, there are cracks leading to the abyss, and every day new ferocious beasts are drilled out of countless gaps for new practice and killing by the hunting team.

Unconsciously, Gus and Gray have gone deep into the lair of the beast.

Moreover, they are not qualified hunters and do not have the support of large forces.

The only thing you can count on is your own fists - maybe mechanical and steam.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

Python hasn't jumped yet, Gray preempted, and a series of mechanical crossbows opened left and right, more than a dozen arrows shooting precisely at the sarcoma on Python's head.

The sarcoma burst and a pale golden liquid flowed out, causing a straightening of the python and a scream of "hissing”.

One round of crossbow arrows, quickly emptied, the rest of the giant python burst into rage, before Gray hit the second round of crossbow arrows, like two large wings, to hang the girl into meat sauce.

At a critical moment, Gray drank heavily, and the skin around her revealed a metallic glow. Ten fingers were more like ten wrong-down iron hooks, throwing away a mechanical crossbow and straightening the throat of a giant python.

It's the "Vajra Iron Finger Gong” of the town's boxing school, Eagle Claw Gate!

The throats of the two giant pythons, like the tofu that was crushed at the touch, were torn raw by Grace, and like a bite by a beast, two bowl-sized caves appeared.

Two giant pythons, suddenly unable to lift their heads, seemed to be tormented by an invisible oil pan and struggled desperately.

Gus felt a chill and sticky feeling in his head when he couldn't wake up for his sister.

When I looked up, I saw only one large mouthful of blood basin staggered with canine teeth, coming straight up and down towards me.

Gus was scared to death, holding his head, and his instincts squatted.

Instead of biting his head, the blood basin chewed on his backpack, “Rip, rip, tap, tap," making a sound of ripping, chewing, and crushing.

Gus struggled desperately, finally tearing off his belt, his hands and feet and climbing beneath a big tree. When he turned around, he saw a bigger python than his sister had killed, a more stubborn snake, biting his backpack into pieces, scattering weapons and food all over the place, all bitten diluted and distorted.

The snake has a Kushaw human face.

Laughs like a baby crying in the dark.

It licked a dagger-sharp fang with a long, barbed tongue, as if to use fear to make Gus' flesh more delicious and juicy, and then didn't panic to swim over.

Sister Grey drank alongside her, but several immortal pythons haunted her with their final strength.

Gus's heart almost stopped and his hands touched the ground, finally touching something familiar.

His hunting bow.

Gus' brain was blank, and his body, driven by survival instincts, subconsciously acted.

He trembled and opened his bow, shooting an arrow at the blood basin of the snake.

In the world of boxing gods, we are not interested in weapons manufacture. This bow was originally made of rough toys.

Gus, at Iron Fist School, could not have undergone any formal archery training. In extreme fear, Zhang bow and arrow movement distorted and deformed.

Naturally, this arrow has little power and precision, passing the snake powerlessly and flying behind it - in fact, even if it does not pass, it cannot penetrate the scale of the snake as hard as iron.

The snake was pissed off by Gus.

The circumferential scales instantly turn bloody.

With his fangs shaking fast, Gus remembers the tragic end of being completely grinded to the ground.

“Fist God...”

Gus wants to cry without tears, he can only pray to the Supreme Lord in his heart.

The next second, he heard a strange whistle.

Incredible things have happened!

He shot out and rubbed past the snake, about to float like a dead leaf, and when he heard the whistle, he was injected with a whole new... "life force".

“Huh!”

The arrow was ten times faster in an instant, turning a tiny bend in the middle of the air and shooting back at the snake's brain.

Moreover, the arrows first burned, sparking “crackling” Mars, producing flaming wings, and then, between Mars and the flame currents, spraying silver and white, something Gus had never seen, like a crack branded in the sky, called “lightning.”

The snake senses the threat behind it.

That is a force that it has never encountered, very different from other vicious beasts, and very different from human boxing.

It can't even shake its head like a whip, swinging its head suddenly, trying to escape a deadly blow.

But arrows wrapped in flames and lightning, like eyes, can even predict the mind of a snake in advance, and in the moment when the snake shakes its head, it fine-tunes the direction of the shot, is impartial, and is in the back of the snake's head.

“Bang!”

The arrows tear the scales, penetrate the skull, boil the brains, roast the eyes dry, and drill out of the snake's blood basin.

Of the seven tricks of a snake, flames and lightning flow everywhere, instantly turning into coke, and then from coke to powder - as if it had originally been fabricated from black gravel.

“ …… ”

Gus stared at the power of this depleted demon and could not be calm for a long time.

He didn't wake up from the nightmare until his sister killed all the remaining pythons and Lu Light Dust made a slight cough next to him.

“Is… you? ”

Gus looked at Lu lightly with fear and awe.

Young men who believe in boxing gods can't fool themselves and understand what has just happened as the blessing of boxing gods.

“Don't worry, it doesn't take up your three wishes. ”

Lu smiled softly, “Well, am I really a very generous demon? ”

Gus was silent and looked at his sister and saw that she had the same confused fear.

“This is, what is the power, not the power of mechanics and steam?” Gus asked carefully.

“Of course not, it's the power of lightning, or ‘electricity’, more advanced and powerful than steam! ”

Lu Qingdu shrugged, “I told you, I'm not a" steamer. "If I had to put a name in it, I should be a" lightning demon king "or something, etc., have I been infected by someone, when did the taste of naming become so bad? ”