After staring at each other with big eyes, the little insect finally couldn't bear the heavy pressure brought to it by Maoshan Emperor Ling, and shook his body on the branch and fell down.

Wu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but feel scared that if he didn't have two magic weapons like Maoshan Emperor Ling and the corpse-suffering magic ruler on his body, he had long died many times. This extremely powerful little insect alone could not deal with it. What made Wu Feng wonder was what kind of evil thing the little insect was, just like the ordinary flying insect, how could it give birth to so many slaughter at once, and it seemed that the little insect was very strong. It was hit by the sound waves emitted by Maoshan Emperor Ling and was not dead yet. It was simply invulnerable to swords and guns.

Before Wu Feng could figure out what was going on, he suddenly roared and pulled Wu Feng back from the curiosity of the little insect.

But after seeing the flesh corpse crushed most of the poisonous insects, the flesh corpse shook its huge body and turned up. The green eyes glanced around and locked Weng Chai's position. Weng Chai just now, and he sneaked into it. He first opened its stomach with a knife, and made a huge blade, and his intestines flowed out, accompanied by a sticky green juice. A normal person who was killed by this knife must die on the spot. Even if he didn't die, he would lie on the ground and unable to move. However, this flesh corpse is a flesh corpse. The ferocious corpse among the eighteen kinds of corpse transformations has a thick skin and tight flesh. After being hit by Weng Chai, he not only did not die, but instead stimulated his madness. After locking Weng Chai at one glance, he shook his body of seven or eight hundred pounds and ran towards Weng Chai with a big stride.

Although Weng Chai gave the flesh corpse two swords, he did not get any benefits at this moment. When Weng Chai put the broken knife into the mouth of the flesh corpse, the flesh corpse spewed out a sticky green juice. This green juice was the blood of the flesh corpse. Originally, its blood was also red, but after countless years, the blood had undergone a mutant, from red to green, and was very sticky.

As I said before, the flesh of this flesh is poisonous, and the blood is more toxic than the flesh. The flesh corpse sprayed Weng Chai's face with a sticky green juice. After a moment of poison, it became poisonous. Weng Chai's face first appeared with a dense layer of red bumps, and then slowly became bigger, and finally burst, and half of his face rotted. His face was even more ugly than the evil ghost condensed from the evil spirit energy on his body. The injury on his face was fine, but it was just a distortion. The biggest damage Weng Chai suffered was the thunderous blow of the meat corpse, which threw Weng Chai away, broke two big trees, and broke several bones on his back. He lay on the ground for a long time before he got up. He spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Chapter completed!