This matter was far from over. The flesh corpse ran to Weng Chai's side in an instant. With a big hand, he reached over and copied it down, grabbed Weng Chai's neck, roared and threw it into the sky again. Weng Chai was thrown into the sky again. This time he flew higher than the last time, and the coffin board that was knocked off when the flesh corpse appeared in the air. After waiting for a long time, Weng Chai's body fell from mid-air and fell heavily to the ground with a puff.

Weng Chai was really lucky at this time. He was thrown to such a high place and fell down. He was not dead yet. He just vomited blood. The ferocious face was rotten at this moment. There were bones on half of his face, and many pustules were bulging. They burst out like boiling water. Every time they burst, a pool of pus splashed, accompanied by a rotten smell.

Seeing that Weng Chai was not dead, the flesh corpse walked over again, reached out and grabbed Weng Chai's shoulder, lifted him up, and roared at him angrily. His sharp and intertwined teeth were less than one foot away from Weng Chai's hideous face.

Suddenly, a grim smile appeared on Wengchai's rotten face, and blood foam kept spraying in his mouth, and he said with hatred: I didn't expect that my corpse that I had been playing with for a lifetime would be trapped in the hands of a corpse today. It's a joke. I think my corpse has been around for a lifetime in Siam and rarely met an enemy. Today I will die in this foreign country. But even if I die, I will turn into an evil spirit and ghost. I will not give up with you.

As he spoke, he saw Weng Chai clamping his hands together and making a complicated handprint. A ball of black light quickly condensed between his hands, forming a black fog look like a word. At this time, the flesh corpse opened its bloody mouth and was about to bite Weng Chai's neck, which broke it. Before the mouth could be reached by Weng Chai's neck, Weng Chai suddenly raised his hand and hit the condensed word hard on the eyebrows of the flesh corpse.

Weng Chai was a dying person, and the flesh corpse was not at all prepared. It hit the flesh corpse's eyebrows, but when the flesh corpse suddenly twitched all over, the cold light in its eyes instantly dissipated. Then, Weng Chai hit the flesh corpse again. After this, the flesh corpse's body trembled again, and its huge body fell down, and Weng Chai also threw himself on the flesh corpse's chest.

Weng Chai was gasping violently, still spitting blood foam in his mouth. Just as Weng Chai was about to condense the last evil spirit in his body and hit the flesh corpse for the last heavy blow, a faint and anxious voice came from afar.

Stop the body

The sound was like a muffled thunder blew in the air, blessed with strong internal force, making people feel nervous and for no reason. Wu Feng, who was standing on the tree and watching the battle situation, almost stood unsteadily and fell from the tree. He finally stabilized his body and looked at the place where the sound came from.
Chapter completed!