"Old bald donkey, I really think I am afraid of you!"

Seeing Jingkong arrive, Wei Dong's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Amitabha, the donor refining a living person into a corpse is a defiance of heaven. I will do what I want to do today!"

Jingkong was wearing a golden robe and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He came in the air, layer after layer of golden Sanskrit surround him.

He stretched out his hand and the Buddhist beads flew out immediately, disintegrating and scattering in the air.

Seventy-two Buddhist beads in a row, like meteors, hit Wei Dong.

"A tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?!"

Wei Dong's eyes showed a ruthless look.

He raised his hand suddenly, and a bronze phlegm suddenly fell into his hand.

Infinite black mist emanated from him, this was corpse energy!

Seventy-two Buddhist beads are in the shape of a font. When they approach, they turn into a golden ancient Buddha statue, falling from the sky and suppressing it.

“Duh!”

A short short order is a point.

The ancient Buddha statue suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the golden light shone brightly, with a more powerful force than before!

"Hundreds of ghosts sacrifice themselves, and one slashes in the abyss!"

Wei Dong was crazy, and his broken body emitted a terrifying black air, almost condensed into liquid, trying to cover him.

He held up the bronze halberd, and all the corpse energy was poured into it, and then he slashed it violently.

"hold head high!"

The bronze halberd turns into a skull dragon, the head of the dragon is the head of the bronze halberd, and the body of the dragon is the halberd pole.

The next moment, the golden Buddha and the bone dragon suddenly collided.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, at the battle, the terrifying shock force spread to all sides.

The golden Buddha was shaken away, and the bone dragon broke inch by inch, turning into the body of the bronze phlegm, and then it exploded and shattered with a "bang".

Wei Dong was shrunk for dozens of meters and his injuries worsened again.

"Old bald donkey, your injury has not recovered yet. If you have this skill, next year's day will be your sacrifice!"

Wei Dong sneered, as if there were still hidden means.

Jingkong's face was still the same, but his eyes became more serious. He clasped his hands together and slowly spoke, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

"Even if I die, I will save you!"

"What an arrogant bald donkey!"

Wei Dong was furious when he heard this.

"Even your Xiaomingsi host dares to speak like this to me. You little novice monk dare to be so arrogant!"

Wei Dong slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a green bead flew out immediately.

"Corpse bead!"

Zhan Wuque was shocked when he saw the beads.

That is the corpse bead that can only be formed by reaching the flying zombie.

The corpse bead condenses most of the zombies' corpse power.

The owner of this corpse bead was once the realm of the fifth level of Wuling!

Wei Dong swallowed the corpse beads into his belly and laughed sinisterly.

"None of you can escape today!"

Zhan Wuque's face was gloomy.

Because, he was always locked by Wei Dong's aura.

There was a trace of force in this breath.

As long as he moves, the power of force will explode.

"Do you really think you can trap me?!"

Zhan Wuque took a sudden step forward, and the indomitable aura burst out.

"Bang!"

This is the collision between momentum and force.

Zhan Wuque groaned, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not take a step back, but instead took three steps in a row. His aura surged again, breaking through the blockade of Wei Dong's aura.

"Little beast, I really underestimate you!"

Wei Dong's face changed.

According to legend, the owner of the divine body has a great combat power and is extremely difficult to kill. He has seen it today.

Zhan Wuque's endless means dazzled him and avoided the crisis again and again.

"The donor is a good method, so let's leave as soon as possible," Jingkong's eyes showed a hint of amazement. It was incredible to break through the blockade of power with the Martial King's realm.

"I want to leave? I have to ask me too!" Wei Dong smiled coldly, and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His aura became even more terrifying and unfathomable.

"The corpse is dark!"

Wei Dong raised his arms and put him as the center. The strong wind suddenly blew, instantly spreading dozens of miles in a radius!

This wind is a black wind, a wind condensed by corpse energy!

The dark wind became stronger and darker, and the sky soon became darker.

All the trees and beasts within dozens of miles were all swept into the air and torn to pieces.

Zhan Wuque activated the Nine-turn golden body, and his feet were nailed to the ground as if they were rooted.

Jingkong sacrificed a small golden bell, hanging above his head.

A transparent light cover covered him, and golden Sanskrit, the size of a tadpole, kept flowing, blocking all the black winds outside.

Wei Dong slowly soared into the air, his pupils had turned blood red.

His aura is still rising!

The next moment, he smiled and punched him out!

The black air around him instantly boiled, and a huge fist shadow of a hundred feet was bombarded at the two of them like lightning.

"Bang bang!"

The two were knocked away at the same time.

"Bang!"

The small clock on Jingkong's head exploded instantly and turned into countless pieces.

He looked pale and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhan Wuque was also uncomfortable.

Even though the Nine-turn Golden Body and Chaos Battle Body had reached its limit, they could not stop Wei Dong's punch.

Wei Dong, who swallowed the corpse pill, had already approached the fifth level of Wuling!

Even Jingkong is not an opponent.

"Go to die for me!"

Wei Dong laughed loudly, and as he shook his body, he had already appeared in front of Jingkong.

"Great Compassion Palm!"

Jingkong looked neither happy nor sad, and immediately slapped Wei Dong.

"Hmph, if you preside over the use of the Great Compassion Palm, I will be afraid of it," Wei Dong sneered, suddenly stretched out his big blue-purple hand, and in a flash, he grabbed Jingkong's wrist and pulled it hard.

"Puff!"

Jingkong's arm was torn off, and blood squirted wildly.

"Bang!"

Wei Dong slapped Jingkong's chest with another palm.

The latter's ribs were completely broken and they were shot to fly a hundred meters, and they didn't know how to live or die.

At this moment, a stream of light came from behind Wei Dong.

"call out!"

The stream of light passed through Wei Dong's head.

But there was no scene of blood splashing everywhere, because it was just a phantom.

The real Wei Dong had already come to Zhan Wuque and slapped it with one palm!

The black air that ranged from dozens of miles in an instant gathered and condensed in Wei Dong's palm.
Chapter completed!