I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

A few days later, America.

The title here unexpectedly matched that of Lu Wenwu's previous life, which gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this very free country.

At once.

how to say

Although this was the first time he had come here in his two lifetimes, even in the United States in parallel time and space, he was extremely familiar with both places.

They are California, who used to learn jungle skills every day, and Los Angeles, who doesn't know who has been buying them.

Even though it was my first time here, the familiarity felt like going home.

Of course, the target location calculated by the Lord of Destiny was not here, so Lu Wenwu could only sneak around and finish.

It's a pity that there are no lecturers in this world who are square junglers, and there are no Hongru people who thought they could enjoy free medical care after being violently raped by Lao Mo, but ended up asking for donuts worth $5,000 in debt, which is really boring.

But how to say it?

This place is so free, and there is no shortage of fun.

Especially after Lu Wenwu discovered that their destination this time was Florida, a land of outstanding people.

In this hellish place, you can live without it, but you can't live without it.

The demons and monsters walking on the street were more outrageous than the others, and they seemed to be more sophisticated than the demon cultivators.

The old Taoist priest and Lu Wenwu were walking side by side on the road, and their foreheads had never stretched.

He kept muttering some words in a low voice that were not very elegant or suitable for his status as an immortal.

The disgust in his eyes was so much that it was about to overflow, and he made no attempt to hide it.

"Barbarians! What a bunch of uncivilized barbarians! Even the monkeys and savages living in the jungles of Southeast Asia are more civilized than them!"

The old Taoist priest was mumbling again, and his snow-white beard was trembling with anger.

"How dare they talk about the lighthouse of the world in such a world? After this catastrophe is solved, I will definitely ask the Emperor of Heaven to expedition to the Western God Realm, so that the guys in the Western world who claim to be civilized people know what is true civilization!”

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

"Open the door!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Get out! Nigger!"

"boom!"

"Don't move, give me your money!"

"Please, don't hurt me!"

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Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, a zero-yuan shopping event took place on the block where the two of them were.

However, the Florida guy obviously had a bad temper and was not prepared to tolerate these robbing niggas. He grabbed a handful of spray guns from under the counter and started a fierce exchange of fire with them.

Suddenly, the whole street was filled with pistols, rifles, shotguns, and gunfire.

Cries of death, prayers, and screams filled my ears.

The experienced Yankee had already shot his head and fell down at the first second when the gunfire sounded. He quickly squirmed on the ground to find a bunker and shot his head to defend.

The inexperienced ones are still running around screaming on the street, and they are not afraid of being killed by a stray bullet.

There are also some people who are not too dissatisfied with the excitement and even take the opportunity to expand the scale of zero-yuan shopping. They take advantage of the chaos and go directly to rob shopkeepers and passers-by who look like weak persimmons.

The shooting skills of both sides in the fierce battle were more and more crooked. After fighting for a long time, no one was dead. It may be that they did not want to cause any casualties.

However, as the gunfight lasted longer, the scale of the chaos grew.

Both parties are outstanding talents in this land, and no one wants to lose face.

In this way, they actually started to shake people in unison during the gun battle, calling for friends to come to support.

Seeing the constipated expression on the old Taoist priest's face, Lu Wenwu, who was holding Mao Mao's hand, suddenly smiled and said: "Free America, gun battles every day. Old man, you have to get used to it."

"Who are you calling an old man?" True Lord Destiny glared at him, "You are an old guy who practices body training, and you just look a little younger. You call me an old man?"

"It doesn't matter, who let your skin go through many changes?" Lu Wenwu laughed loudly, "Besides, you can obviously adjust your body back to the way it was when you were young, but you still insist on maintaining this fairy-like appearance. You look like an old god, so you still blame me for calling you an old man?"

Lu Wenwu did not explain his actual age.

It does not matter.

It's not necessary

For the sake of Lord Destiny's health, it would be best for him not to know.

"Oh, yes, these niggas don't seem to be ordinary gangsters. They were calling for brothers just now. They seem to be members of an organization called the Wild Wolf Gang." Lu Wenwu pulled the old Taoist priest forward for two seconds. Step by step, we came to a more viewing position.

The look of disdain on True Lord Destiny's face grew thicker: "What nonsense, the Wild Wolf Gang, the Wild Dog Gang, seven or eight of the ten organizations we have destroyed along the way have such names, these Western Don’t barbarians have any culture at all?”

"Hey, what you said is wrong."

Lu Wenwu took out two bottles of Coke from his personal backpack.

"Who is the educated person to be a gangster? Aren't they all dropouts who just hang out here? Who knows when someone will start to work. Hey, you don't have martial ethics, you old man, just grab my Coke, right? !”

"You are calling me an old man. Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional virtue of my Eastern culture. What's the matter with me drinking?" True Lord Destiny said confidently.

It became like this after just a few days of contact with Lu Wenwu.

I don’t know if it’s because of his nature or because he’s just too close to the ink.

"Are you sure the power of destiny is here? There are only a bunch of ordinary hooligans here."

Lu Wenwu didn't care about the stolen Coke, and watched the American blockbuster at a close distance in the VIP viewing area.

"There are no traces of the extraordinary within ten kilometers, no energy fluctuations, and no traces of Western cultivators. You are not old and confused. Are you wrong?"

"Get lost!"

The Lord of Destiny has been completely assimilated, and even rolled his eyes.

"My school has been passed down from the mythological era. It's not an exaggeration to say that it is a living fossil in the world of cultivators. How can it be false?"

Lu Wenwu shrugged: "But we wandered around for a week before and didn't find any real clues, right? Those seemingly heretical cult dens have been taken down for several times, but they are all idle mortals."

It would be fine if he didn't say this. When he said this, the Lord of Destiny broke down at that time.

His expression was visibly unable to hold back.

There is no other reason, it's just that America is too fucking free.

It is so free that it is a paradise for demons and a holy place for demons.

Not to mention the modern and ancient demons hidden among the crowd, there are countless small sects that mortals have created to worship some inexplicable evil gods.

They are as numerous as mushrooms after rain.

What makes Lord Destiny even more nervous is that the "freedom" of this place has also spawned countless businesses.

It can even be said that in this place, as long as you are rich enough, you can buy anything.

Even other people's lives.

When Lu Wenwu said this just now, Lord Destiny immediately thought of three days ago.

On that day, the two of them rushed into a large-scale evil cult sacrifice den, thinking that they had already made some progress in finding the "Great Heavenly Venerable".

Because according to the mental power scan, the number of people sacrificed alive there was as high as hundreds.

As a result, when they both rushed in, they found that both the sacrificers and the sacrificed in this secret place were just a group of mortals.

A group of mortals, who could actually sacrifice their bodies and flesh to the so-called evil god in broad daylight!

They are even more evil than the demon cultivators!

So stupid and bad!

Just when Lu Wenwu was holding Maomao and watching the show happily with the True Lord of Destiny, each with a bottle of Coke, a thin and dry black man came up slowly from the side with a spray gun, and a flash of violence flashed in his eyes.

As if to confirm that the person in front of him did not notice, this monkey-like guy immediately jumped out, loaded the shotgun in his hand with a click, and shouted in a very black tone:

"Two damn yellow monkeys, hand over all the money on you!"

"What is this Kunlun slave talking about here?"

The True Lord of Destiny was already angry, and when he heard someone barking, the disgust on his face became more intense.

"I bought it for free." Lu Wenwu shrugged.

He smiled at the black man, pointed at the shotgun in his hand, and asked in a very authentic old Washington accent: "Is this your first time using this thing?"

"Damn yellow monkey, what the hell are you talking about!" The thin black man opened his chubby purple lips and roared.

Then there was another crisp "click" and he reloaded the shotgun in his hand.

The red and yellow shotgun was ejected from the barrel, fell on the asphalt ground and made a few muffled sounds, and rolled to Lu Wenwu's feet.

"Look, I said it was your first time using a shotgun."

Lu Wenwu bent down and picked up the two fallen shotguns, pinching them casually.

"Watch less Hollywood movies. Not all shotguns need to be pumped like the governor or Will Smith before shooting. That will only waste your bullets."

"Click."

"Bang!"

The sudden sound of the gun falling and the sound of the accidental discharge hitting Lu Wenwu made the atmosphere in the venue suddenly become subtle.

All this happened because Lu Wenwu used a little force when squeezing the bullets, accidentally squeezing the gunpowder in the two bullets and accidentally squeezing a large number of steel balls into a twisted metal ball.

The shotgun that hit Lu Wenwu almost in the face did not cause any damage, but turned into small pieces of iron that fell to the ground one after another, like rain.

"Devil, devil! You are a devil!"

The black man, who was so scared that the gun in his hand fell, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and some filth had flowed out of his crotch. He moved backwards with his trembling limbs.

"Devil? Tsk, I'm not that kind of cheap thing."

Lu Wenwu sneered and moved his right hand slightly.

The metal ball he was squeezing instantly passed through the black man's head and sank into a big tree in the distance.

"Fifth Master, I am a real abyss demon and ghost messenger of the netherworld. Satan has to carry my shoes when he comes. What kind of devil is it? How dare you compare me with me?"

Theoretically speaking, Lu Wenwu does not have the blood of the abyss demon.

He does have some dragon blood characteristics and a lot of dimension wanderer blood characteristics. There is nothing wrong with claiming to be a dragon or a space wanderer.

But.

Looking at the two pseudo-mythical equipment with a strong abyss aura on him, plus the iconic dragon transformation.

Even if he said that he was not a demon from the abyss, I am afraid no one would believe it.

If that's the case, then so be it.

There's nothing wrong with being a demon.

Who says that the half-dragon space wanderers of the spiritual abyss are not demons!

"Old man, if you don't have any objections, I'm going to start working."

Lu Wenwu handed Maomao's dog leash to the True Lord of Destiny, with a kind smile on his face, and relaxed his body.

"Go ahead, go ahead, I won't stop you this time, at worst I'll settle it later." The True Lord of Destiny snorted fiercely, "This kind of filthy country should have been destroyed long ago!"

"That's easy."

Lu Wenwu walked forward with a grim smile, and his figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Five seconds later, the gunfight that swept across half a block came to an abrupt end.

There were only the headless bodies of black men on the ground.

Lu Wenwu's figure returned.

He pinched a water gathering technique, condensed a bubble from the air and washed his hands.

"All solved?"

"It's hard to say."

Lu Wenwu glanced in a certain direction at the end of the street, revealing his bloodthirsty grin again.

"How many more people will die next? That depends on the choice of Mr. Tucker."

Tucker is the leader of a large gang in Florida.

However, being a gangster in the underworld is just his superficial identity, and it is also the superficial identity of the core members of the gang.

This group of people are actually believers of a sect called "The Church of Light", who worship a god named "The Supreme God of Light".

They pay some tributes in exchange for the blessing of this god, and thus gain some power like superpowers.

In America, this kind of thing is not difficult.

The same thing.

As long as you are rich enough, even human lives can be easily obtained here.

What's more, it is a state-level gang?

They are undoubtedly the dark emperors of the underground of Florida, secretly controlling everything here.

It is precisely because of his devotion to the Supreme God of Light that Tucker often follows his leader to support large and small gangs, continue to expand the power of the dark world, and spread the "gospel" to other states next door.

Belief, whether good or bad, is definitely the easiest to fool ignorant people.

As for where to find such people

Under the support of the big gangs, the Florida underworld with outstanding people and beautiful scenery produces a large number of such "silly boys" every year.

Tucker is such a kind-hearted person who continues to travel around many areas of Florida to provide one-on-one assistance.

Today, he was originally having fun with his brothers in bars and strip clubs as usual.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly received a request for help from a supported force, so he came directly with people without saying a word.

Then?

Then Tucker was dumbfounded.

He watched a gang member accidentally shoot a tall man in the stomach.

The man was not only unharmed, but he crushed the shotgun in his hand and threw it back to shoot the gangster in the head.

Then, the tall man disappeared for only a few seconds, and the fierce gunfight stopped.

More than a dozen gangsters were beheaded, and the headless bodies were neatly lying in a row on the road, and the blood dyed the whole road scarlet.

The tall man appeared at this time and looked in his direction.

"How many more people will die next depends on the choice of Mr. Tucker."

Tucker admitted.

At this moment, his legs were so weak that he wanted to kneel down to the man.