But just as he said to Chu Kuangren before.

In the face of absolute strength, all means are in vain.

The gap between Zhang Jing and Miao Zong cannot be made up for simply.

If it is an ordinary seven-turn of the golden elixir, then if Miao Zong joins forces with the high priest, even if he loses his opponent, he will definitely be able to escape unscathed.

However, Zhang Jing is not an ordinary Jindan Seven-turn powerful person.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Jing is now at the seventh turn of the Golden Pill, and the peak strength of the Golden Pill.

Both of them are the seven-turn of the golden elixir, Zhao Yutang is like a child and an adult in Zhang Jing's hands.

Needless to say, these two guys in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

Zhang Jing really has the strength to kill a child at a time, not to mention that when facing them, Zhang Jing has made every effort.

Miao Zong's face was full of despair. He could only use all his methods to destroy the black dragon in front of him. At most, he could only reduce some of his strength.

"boom......"

Miao Zong used Zhang Jing to hold up a shield in front of him, but the effect was very different.

When the first day of the New Year contacted, the shield shattered.

............

The battle is basically over.

From Zhang Jing to the end, a quarter of an hour passed.

In such a short time, Zhang Jing was able to do this step, which is enough to prove Zhang Jing's strength.

“Uh…uh…”

A sound came from Miao Zong's throat, and Zhang Jing grabbed his neck with one hand.

The other hand was printed on his dantian and shattered his golden elixir.

Zhang Jing's face was full of indifferent expressions, and he walked to Chu Kuangren with Miao Zong's half-dead body.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jing threw Miao Zong on the ground and threw the old-fashioned guy.

The high priest's black robe had long disappeared, revealing his original appearance.

It was an extremely old face, with a century-old bark, black and wrinkled, and the flesh and blood on his body was also a little rotten. Although it was still bloody, it was slightly black.

But the sound was like a child of seven or eight years old, which was really disgusting.

"Brother Chu," Zhang Jing walked up and put the healing pill into the mouths of Chu Kuangren and the other three.

"Brother Zhang... I... were used by them...," Chu Kuangren said intermittently.

Zhang Jing frowned and placed his hand on Chu Kuangren for a moment of perception.

Then, Zhang Jing withdrew his hand, walked to Miao Zong and the others, and said lightly:

"Unplugged what he has."

With Zhang Jing's perception, he discovered the tricks on Chu Kuangren's body.

He can actually solve it himself, but it will take at least a few days.

"Uh...uh..." A sound came from the high priest's throat.

Zhang Jing waved his hand and took back the means of imprisoning his business.

"Let me go, I can help him solve it," the high priest said something strange about Zhongyuan.

"I'm not negotiating with you," Zhang Jing shook his head.

"Let me live, you can make the conditions even if you want to use this," the high priest repeated again, as if he wanted to use this to threaten Zhang Jing.

However, Zhang Jing doesn't like this one.

Walking forward, Zhang Jing raised his hand and hung the high priest in the air. Then, a wisp of sword energy burst out at the fingertips and landed on the high priest.

"Ah...ah..."

The high priest couldn't help but scream.

Pieces of flesh as thin as cicada wings fell from the high priest.

It was flesh and blood stained with poisonous gas, and when it hit the ground, it made a sizzling sound.

Zhang Jing ignored the high priest's scolding and begging for mercy, and regarded it as a barking of a dog.

But in a moment, the high priest's leg was left with only the skeleton, which was tightly attached to the tendons and veins.

All the flesh and blood were peeled off, but the red blood vessels were unscathed.

Zhang Jing has already mastered this skill to the point of cutting the ox.

"I said, I'm not negotiating the conditions with you, helping him solve it," Zhang Jing threw the high priest on the ground expressionlessly, pointing to Chu Kuangren and said.

The Grand Master of Jindan has strong vitality. When he talks, he can see some tender flesh growing on the high priest.

But the growth rate is very slow. If it is a person with strong qi and blood like Zhang Jing, he will recover faster.

"Let me live, I will help him solve it, otherwise you will not be able to kill me," the high priest was obviously very clear about his situation. Whether he could survive depends on this time.

Although he has lived for hundreds of years, who would want to die if he has the chance?

"You're pretty, killing you is so cheap. I'm going to cut off all the flesh and blood in your body, and then wait for you to grow up and repeat it."

"In addition, don't think that I can't understand it myself without you. It's just a waste of days," Zhang Jing pointed his fingertips at the high priest's crotch.

The high priest was shocked in an instant.

Men are often the easiest to compromise at this time.

"I...I'll help him solve it, but...but you have to give me some pleasure..." the high priest said hurriedly.

Miao Zong next to him stared at Zhang Jing with his eyes tightly, wanting to say something, but Zhang Jing also closed his mouth just now.

Zhang Jing nodded and said:

"Can......"

Seeing Zhang Jing nodding, the high priest endured the severe pain, wiped a small black porcelain bottle from his body and threw it to Zhang Jing.

"Put this thing onto his wound," the high priest whispered.

Zhang Jing opened the black bottle and took a look. There were some black and sticky ointments inside.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Jing slowly walked to the high priest, aimed the ointment at one of his legs that had just been peeled off from the flesh and blood and fell down.

The ointment touched the flesh and blood and soon melted in, and then a few black frost appeared.

"I won't lie to you," the high priest said with a gritted teeth, apparently he suffered a lot of pain as well.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jing was relieved and returned to Chu Kuangren.

"This thing hurts a little, Brother Chu, please bear it."

"Brother Zhang is here."

Zhang Jing did not hesitate to pour the ointment on Chu Kuangren's body.

............

"I have helped him solve it, so I'll have some fun," the high priest said inexplicably Zhongyuan words.

"good."

Zhang Jing raised his head and prepared to take action.

"Wait a minute," said the high priest suddenly.

Zhang Jing frowned and glanced at him coldly.

"I...I say something."

Then, without waiting for Zhang Jing to answer, the high priest suddenly turned his head to Miao Zong.

"Miao's surname is Miao, I ****"

After scolding, the high priest closed his eyes.

If Miao Zong hadn't invited him to siege and kill Chu Kuangren this time, how could he have fallen into his current situation?

Zhang Jing pressed down with a light expressionless expression,

"Bang!"

The high priest's head exploded like a watermelon.

Then his whole body spread to the ground.

“Sizi…”

Soon, the high priest's body began to soften and his body kept making noises.
To be continued...