Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 200 Invincible

"Are you crazy? Why are you biting me? You should bite him--"

Zhang Ling screamed and cursed, and hurriedly urged his legs to kick and kick, trying to kick the puppeteer away.

But the puppeteer held on to his crotch tightly and would not let go even if his bones were broken and his flesh was torn.

The puppeteer had died long ago, and was now being controlled by Shang Lu using corpse-controlling magic to attack Zhang Ling.

Shang Lu himself doesn’t know how to control corpses, but he always wears a strange mask.

The strange-faced man is a residual spirit. Not only did he change Shang Lu's body shape and appearance, but he also mastered several skills of a corpse driver.

Among them is the art of controlling corpses!
As long as Shang Lu wears the strange mask, he can mobilize the blood and energy and control the corpses he kills.

"boom--"

The puppeteer's head was kicked to pieces by the legs under Zhang Ling.

Even so, he still clenched his teeth tightly against Zhang Ling's descendants, making Zhang Ling so angry that he kept cursing about his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Just at this moment, Shang Lu's blood energy rushed in, entangled Zhang Ling, and dragged him towards Shang Lu.

"Do not--"

Zhang Ling was shocked and tried to control his legs to hold onto the top of the tomb to prevent himself from being dragged over.

But it is already late.

This blood energy was extremely domineering. It dragged him down from the top of the tomb and flew towards Shanglu at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Ling had no other choice but to chant spells and wish that the severed hand that was entangled with Shang Lu but could not hurt him would return to protect himself.

But Shang Lu's reaction and speed were much faster than Zhang Ling's.

Zhang Ling had just started to chant the spell when Shang Lu rushed towards him with a body full of broken hands and punched him in the chest.

"puff--"

Zhang Ling opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and his chest instantly caved in.

Shang Lu's attack did not stop. His fists were like a rainstorm, carrying surging blood and energy, bombarding Zhang Ling madly.

It shattered all the bones in his body!
Blast all his flesh and blood into pieces!
In an instant, Zhang Ling turned into a pool of meat paste, with only his head still intact. He fell into the meat paste, staring at Shang Lu with wide eyes in disbelief.

He didn't expect that Shang Lu could actually kill him in seconds.

He had never expected that Shang Lu's attack would be so ruthless that he smashed him into a pulp, leaving only his head.

"Trafficking women and children, cutting off living beings, should be sentenced to death by slicing! I don't have time to slicing you today, but I definitely won't let you off easy either!"

Shang Lu looked at Zhang Ling's head and said in a cold voice.

Although Zhang Ling only had a head left, he was not dead yet. He opened and closed his mouth, and he actually wanted to say something.

Shang Lu didn't listen, nor did he want to listen. He simply raised his foot and stepped on Zhang Ling's head.

Crush it with one foot.

As soon as Zhang Ling died, the severed hands and head that were entangled and biting Shang Lu fell to the ground one after another.

The souls of those who were killed and enslaved by Zhang Ling flew out from these severed hands and heads.

They pounced on Zhang Ling's flesh paste like crazy, swallowing his flesh and drinking his blood frantically.

This is their greatest wish in life!
It is also an obsession after death!
After swallowing the meat and drinking the blood, the resentment of the wronged souls immediately dissipated, and after paying their respects to Shang Lu, they disappeared one after another.

Shang Lu walked across the flesh and blood on the ground and waved to the evil spirit in the dark tomb passage who had stopped charging because of his fright.

"Don't be scared, who's next?"

After hearing Shang Lu's words, dozens of evil heretics actually retreated in unison.

An old woman dressed as a midwife standing in the front did not expect these guys to roar so loudly, and was so timid that she failed to retreat in time.

By the time she realized what was happening, she angrily cursed these bastards for plotting against her, and hurriedly tried to catch up, but it was too late. Shang Lu raised his hand, and blood and energy immediately gushed out, pulling another spider leg from the ground and attacking the old woman.

Extremely fast!

It was so fast that the old woman had no time to dodge and her head was chopped off by the sharp spider legs, killing her.

This old woman, taking advantage of her identity as a midwife, often used secret techniques when delivering babies, causing the mother and child to suffer from strange diseases within a few days after the birth. She would then go on to treat the patients in exchange for high fees.

If a family does not seek her treatment, or cannot offer high compensation, she will let the mother and child die suddenly, and then capture their souls and refine the ghost for her own use.

So when she died, the evil spirits that she had captured and refined flew out from the bonnets she was wearing.

In an instant, he had eaten all the flesh and blood on her body.

They were dragged out of their bodies, along with their souls, and all their food was snatched away.

After the incident, these evil ghosts, like the previous dead souls, disappeared without a trace as their resentment was resolved.

Shanglu strode over to the old woman's skeleton and pulled out the spider leg that was stuck in the bone.

Then he waved his hand, and the blood and energy were like tentacles, rolling up the skeleton on the ground and shooting at the evil spirits deep in the tomb like hidden weapons and sharp arrows.

This gang of evil heretics were either casting spells or making attacks, roaring and cursing, trying to fend off the attacks from the bone-crushing hidden weapons.

But no one rushed towards Shanglu like Zhang Ling and the puppeteer did before.

They were all shocked by Shang Lu's thundering methods.

If they were outside, these evil heretics could rush forward and, relying on their numerical advantage, surround and kill Shang Lu.

Even if Shang Lu's cultivation is higher and his strength is stronger than theirs, they can rely on their numbers and tricks to make up for their disadvantages and gain the upper hand.

But now, they were in a narrow tomb passage.

This tomb passage can only accommodate two people walking side by side, which means that when they fight Shang Lu, they can only go up one by one.

If they could select a strong person to lead the front, with others providing support from behind, they might be able to hold off Shang Lu, or even kill him.

Unfortunately, they didn't know each other before, so naturally there was no tacit understanding between them.

At this moment, seeing Shang Lu looking like a god of death, no one was willing to step forward and be at the forefront.

It’s good enough that they didn’t get any support. If they are not careful, they will be hit a few times from behind by the people behind them.

So at this moment, seeing Shang Lu striding towards them, they could only keep retreating.

This scene was quickly discovered by the escaping wizards through the poisonous insects that parasitized in their bodies.

The wizard frowned and chanted a spell, using the poisonous insects to brainwash this group of evil spirits:
"He is alone, and his cultivation is only at the Marrow Cleansing Stage. We are in large numbers, so we don't need to be afraid of him. We just need to keep attacking, and soon we will be able to exhaust his blood and tear him apart... Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A few shouts of "kill" made the evil heretics' eyes turn red.

The blood in their hearts was swept away, leaving only violent murderous intent, and they once again launched an attack towards Shang Lu.

"kill--"

"He's alone, he won't be able to hold out for long!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Shang Lu was not frightened by the sudden violence of these people, and he shouted loudly: "Well done!"

Then he mobilized his blood and energy with all his strength, and like a wolf among a flock of sheep, he killed this group of evil heretics.

Because of the special environment in the tomb passage, Shang Lu only faced one or two evil spirits each time, and they were no match for him at all.

Soon, a few more evil heretics were killed by him with thundering means!

What made this group of evil heretics even more desperate was that Shanglu's blood and energy were not consumed in the fierce battle. Instead, they continued to flow like a rushing river.

In fact, the more people Shanglu kills, the stronger, fiercer, and more powerful his blood becomes!
In the eyes of this group of evil heretics, Shanglu is like a magical weapon, sharpened to an extremely sharp edge, and invincible!
(End of this chapter)