Chapter 270 Thunder God Zhao Mang

Above the Dali slaughterhouse, the blood cloud is rapidly dissipating.

The rain continued to fall, and the dark clouds were gradually pierced by lightning to illuminate the night sky, but they did not come to find the unhappiness of the blood cloud over the Dali slaughterhouse.

It was obviously louder than before, and with the sound of splashing rain, all the men, women and children in the canopy stood up one after another, looking at the figure with a faint white light still in mid-air with seven points of admiration and three points of fear.

The scene just now, to many people, can be regarded as the descending of the gods, no less than a baptism of the soul that started from the depths of the heart.

Deep in their hearts, many of them even regarded Zhao Mang as the god of thunder.

At this time, Zhao Mang, Xiao Yu's transformation, after using the world's strange object, the Ring of Time-Space Teleportation to pretend to be forceful, stepped on the floating Frisbee before the blood cloud completely dissipated, and landed back to the ground in a smooth manner.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Xiao Yu deliberately showed weakness and half-kneeled on the dirt. The powerful figure under the black cloak also shrank rapidly, from 1.98 meters tall to 1.7 meters tall again.

The flame of the extraordinary aura also dimmed, giving everyone the illusion:

This monk Zhao Mang from Longshan Wumen summoned the thunder from heaven and earth to destroy the core of the blood cloud, but it also consumed a lot of energy, obviously exhausting all his strength.

"quick!"

Some members of the investigation team drove towards Zhao Mang's location, hoping to contact this extraordinary person while the other party was weak.

Not wanting to see that there was still a hundred meters away, Zhao Mang, who had just broken through the blood cloud, suddenly stood up, jumped up, and after flying more than ten meters, he stepped on the void. The object's void relay jumped again, and flew forward for another ten meters.

The old driver who was driving was so frightened that he let go of the accelerator and stared blankly at the target person jumping over the roof of his car one after another!

"This is borrowing power from the void! It's no less than that young swordsman standing on the ladder cloud on the top of Mount Tai." The head of the righteous way pinched off two white beards, and looked at Zhao Mang's back with envy. Whispering.

As Zhao Mang sneaked into the hills, he left the range of the camera.

Reports came out soon, and the lock on the Sky Eye system suddenly disappeared.

The members of the investigation team are quite used to this, but no one is worried that they will be held accountable by the higher-ups.

These Transcendents are full of unscientific, unless the experts find their unscientific principles, otherwise...these team members feel powerless to catch each other's traces.

But they all know that after today.

Longshan Wumen, a sect originally hidden in a remote town in the mountains of the mainland, is destined to be included in the highest-level files along with Zhao Mang.

Zhao Mang, who can summon thunder, became famous all over the world, and was nicknamed Thor by related people.

Moreover, the nickname Thunder God Zhao Mang was able to be listed alongside Sword Immortal Qingyun, and was treated as top-secret information and distributed to security departments at all levels.

Ask them to pay close attention to their words and deeds when they find each other, and refrain from attracting the other party's resentment towards the government because of their own mistakes.

Zhou, the head of the Longshan Wumen, didn't even know how he got back to the hotel.

In his mind, the image of Zhao Mang summoning Thunder has been kept.

He fell on the bed, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

After doing this several times in a row, the head of Zhou's sect finally recovered and had the ability to think.

"Abandoned disciples... definitely not from my generation, could it be the abandoned disciples of the previous generation?" Zhou muttered to himself: "But according to the rules, the abandoned disciples of Longshan Wumen have no inheritance!"

"They should be no different from ordinary people...Why is this abandoned disciple Zhao Mang who has no inheritance, how can he be so powerful?"

"And why do you insist on calling yourself from the Longshan Wumen? You also emphasize that you are an abandoned disciple!" Zhou thought about it for a while, and suddenly his brain opened:

"Could it be because he is indeed an abandoned disciple of our sect, but he broke the rules of our sect's single pass, and secretly learned my Wu sect's inheritance!"

"That's right, it must be because I stole my studies, and that's why I feel guilty about my Wumen. It's because I emphasize my identity as an abandoned disciple every time I meet people, so as to warn myself not to forget this mind and fall into the devil's way?"

The more Zhou thought about it, the more he felt that it was so. After all, cultivation is not a matter of simply taking medicine and practicing to achieve enlightenment and immortality.

I have always been very particular about the state of mind, and the inner demon will accompany the practitioner throughout his life. Once he hesitates about something firm and uneasy in his heart, it is very likely that he will go crazy because of it!

If Zhao Mang, the abandoned disciple of the Longshan Wumen, really became a true cultivator by stealing the inheritance, then this stealing must be his lifelong regret and a lifetime of demons!

And since that Zhao Mang can become a true cultivator, with mana in his body, he must be a person with great perseverance and courage. Facing his inner demons calmly and admitting his status as an abandoned disciple, it is no different from such a genius to lighten his burden. A method of guilt.

Sect Master Zhou kept muttering to himself in the room, trying to fill in various details in his head.

On the investigation team's side, it is naturally impossible that there is no arrangement in the door master's room of Longshan Wumen.

Listening to the thoughts of these sect masters from Longshan Wumen, they quickly sorted out and reported to the past.

The experts couldn't figure it out, so they had to seek help from the older generation in the famous schools.

Naturally, these older generations who basically have the same brain circuit as the head of the Zhou family think about it, and feel that although the analysis of the head of the Zhou family has some mistakes and omissions, it is generally very reasonable, and the credibility should be quite high. right!

Ever since, someone added an entry to Raytheon Zhao Mang's file.

Zhao Mang, the god of thunder, has the ability to control thunder, and often calls himself an abandoned disciple of the Longshan Wumen.

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"The blood cloud from another slaughterhouse also dissipated." In the monitoring room, Detective Jiang learned the information from the field.

He watched the video about the blood cloud again, and said: "The blood cloud may be related to certain people or organizations, and the known function seems to be to resist thunder."

"I just don't know, after being smashed by Thunder God Zhao Mang, will there be blood clouds in Jiankang City..."

"It still appeared?" The female investigator was a little surprised: "No... no way."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Detective Jiang pushed his black-rimmed glasses and said, "No matter what information I look at, I can't get the answer that blood clouds won't reappear."

"And... don't you find it strange?"

"Why is it that Zhao Mang from the Longshan Wumen came to stop this blood cloud incident!"

"There must be something inside that we don't understand!"

"I think we should go to Longshan."

"Maybe we can learn something locally?"