Fortunately, Huang San was quite powerful, and the master of the magic was not brave enough to burn his boats. Otherwise, he would not have died at the hands of Chen Yuandao, but he would have been killed by such a small person.

But now we can't take it lightly. Although we have passed the most difficult level, the rebirth of flesh and blood is still just the beginning.

His whole body has recovered except for the skull, but this head is the most difficult step, and the most important step related to whether he can return.

Wu Liang was actually guilty of intimidating those warriors with his momentum. Otherwise, he would go up and start killing them, driving them away or killing them directly, so there would be no need to be such trouble.

Wu Liang is not a person who repays grievances with kindness. How could he not know the little thoughts in these people's hearts? He has never shown mercy to those who dare to make decisions about them.

But now I will calm these people first. In terms of real combat power, he is no match for the two Sanhuas at this time.

The flesh-free cheek bones looked a little scary, and Wu Liang's eyes, which were emitting splendor, flashed slightly. After a last try, it depends on the next step if he can return!

"Thousands of wishes will be accepted by me!"

Wu Liang's low voice slowly rang out, and cracks appeared on the body of the already dim Buddha statue in the center of the hall.

The sound of crunch continued to sound, and the golden body of the Buddha statue fell off little by little.

Wu Liang's expression was even more serious, it depends on the present. If he fails and has all his previous efforts, he may be his death date and those outside will not retreat easily.

Straws of colorless and invisible power of wishes continued to pour into Wu Liang's body, and blood vessels emerged in the transparent skin, and from the neck, the flesh and blood gradually grew.

First, the jaw, then the lips, and then the facial features...

A little bit, a little bit, the process of rebirth of flesh and blood seemed a bit cunning, and Wu Liang's head, which lacked half of the flesh and blood, looked trembling.

The reshaping of the skull looked smooth, but Wu Liang did not dare to be careless. His half-covered face became even more solemn. This step must not be failed, otherwise all the efforts these days would become false.

He can't die here, nor can he die at the hands of the few ants outside the hall, because he is Wu Liang!

...

Just as Wu Liang was about to take the last step to reshape his body, a group of people came to the temple again.

There are not many newcomers, and they are not strong among the major sects, but there is a Sanhua in charge.

When he saw the visitor, Huang San, who had already felt relieved, suddenly his eyebrows trembled. Although his face had not changed, a ray of panic appeared deep in his pupils.

It seems that someone knows Huang San. The leading Sanhua strong man's first move was not to greet other powerful men in various sects, but to look at Huang San and said lightly: "I didn't expect you, an ant, to escape.

Xijiang is here, and it is rumored that the owner of your dog is still alive. Could it be that the person in the hall is your master?"

Huang San remained silent, and the person who came did not care. His eyes fell to the hall and sneered: "If you don't die, your master will have a great life."

"But..." The visitor chuckled and murmured: "It's not his style that he doesn't take action like this. It seems that he is really hurt."

Huang San had to speak, stared at the old man who was about to move in front of him and shouted: "Chang Yuanqing, you are just a small sect and dare to be arrogant!"

The person who came was Yushuimen and his group, and Chang Yuanqing was the leader.

Huang San's scolding did not make Chang Yuanqing angry, but smiled faintly and said indifferently: "Although I think I am not as good as him, I am not an ant like you who can be presumptuous."

As he said that, he waved his hand slightly, and Huang San, who had talked about it in front of several big three flowers before, had a bang and smashed it dozens of meters away.

Huang San's mouthful of black blood spurted out. Chang Yuanqing seemed to have not seen him, and still stared at the hall in front of him, murmured: "Do you think you can hide it from me? The hatred of killing your son is irreconcilable!"

Wu Liang could hide it for a while, but it was impossible for him to hide it for a lifetime. In the past, Chang Yuanqing was only suspicious, but the Shenzong was destroyed by Kui Yuanmu, so it was not suspicion, but affirmation!

Chang Wuqi was killed by Wu Liang. He has the courage and strength!

Even Kui Yuanmu had already died. Although he didn't know what method Wu Liang used to kill him, he could fight against him with five energys with only three flowers. What's so strange about the grandmaster slaughtering Sanhua.

Chang Yuanqing's eyes flashed coldly. Others were afraid of Wu Liang's revenge, so he was not afraid.

His son died, and the Chang family had already lost his inheritance. Even if Wu Liang had the strength, he would be dead at the worst. As for whether Yushuimen would be retaliated against - he would not care about the flood after he died!

Chang Yuanqing's expression was a little abnormal, and his aura seemed dry and sharp.

This abnormality immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone turned their attention to him, and the other two powerful men of the Three Flowers were no exception.

Both the Master of Dharma and Yuan Ji's eyes flashed, neither making any stops nor provocations, because it seemed that they were no longer needed.

Since some people are willing to be a way to explore the stone, it is something they want. They really don’t want to leave just like that. Before Wu Liang showed up, they ran away before they were timid.

if……
Chapter completed!