Chapter: 865
Zhang Yuanqing clutched his head and withdrew from the night tour, the blood vessels in his head suddenly ached.
On the other side, Zhao Chenghuang, who also had bulging veins on his forehead and endured the pain, moved the mark of the sea of ??consciousness, splitting his consciousness into two.
The pupils of the Level 4 Yin Corpse burst out with spiritual light, and Zhao Chenghuang took over the body.
The corpse spit out human words, the voice was difficult and unpleasant:
"Yuanshi Tianzun, your strength is very strong, stronger than I expected. I thought you were the top eight, but I didn't expect you to hide your clumsiness. But you can't beat me, even if you win over Sun Miaomiao."
As he said that, his actions didn't stop, his right arm stretched out like a thunder, and grabbed the neck of the dead man No. 1, and his five fingers suddenly exerted force.
"boom!"
A khaki-yellow halo exploded on the surface of Dead Man No. 1, and the defense cover it had accumulated for a long time was crushed abruptly.
Even if the physique of a fire master in the saint realm cannot release his skills, his strength and speed alone can crush a ghost at the extraordinary stage.
From level 3 to level 4, the difference is not level 1, but a large rank.
It threw Dead One towards Yuanshi Tianzun, kicked its legs, leaped a few meters away, and rushed towards the enemy on the opposite side.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't care about the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Dead No. 1, he took a step sideways as if he had expected it, and then took out the thug gloves with both hands, and punched the face of the fourth-level infernal corpse with his fists like cannonballs.
boom!
"Zhao Chenghuang" raised his elbow in a sudden step, and accurately withstood the punch.
In the sound of "click", Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of his finger bones breaking.
The mournful and mournful flute played continuously, and the continuous sonic attack made it impossible for the night tour gods present to enter the night tour.
Actively attacking and encountering blows will interrupt the night tour.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Explosive punches exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, fists and elbows intertwined, "Zhao Chenghuang" blocked the dead man No. 1 and Yuanshi Tianzun alone, and relied on his level 4 physique to forcibly resist the trampling of the red dancing shoes.
Zhang Yuanqing was almost hit several times, but he could always rely on the scout-level prediction and the agility of the fire master to entangle him hard.
Yin Chi's flute sound is disgusting. Both he and Zhao Chenghuang only have three points left, as long as Yuan Ting comes to report, they can be eliminated directly. Zhang Yuanqing took a look at the distance while parrying.
Yuan Ting was trapped in the ghost wall, rushing left and right, front and back.
Now is not a good time to report Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly chose to forbear.
This guy Yuan Ting is under the control of Sun Miaomiao, so he can't tell Sun Miaomiao:
That guy is ours, you let him go.
In this case, Yuan Ting would not even think about backstabbing Zhao Chenghuang.
They are also level 3 Night Gods, but Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang will crush Yuan Ting of the same level in the soft match of spirit servants and ghost corpses.
This is the difference between the grass roots and the second generation of spirits.
On the other side, Sun Miaomiao pressed his head with one hand and was in unbearable pain, while wielding the whip with the other hand, beating Yin Chi and Zhao Chenghuang himself.
The whipping failed repeatedly. JrNovels.com
On the other side, Zhao Chenghuang, who also had bulging veins on his forehead and endured the pain, moved the mark of the sea of ??consciousness, splitting his consciousness into two.
The pupils of the Level 4 Yin Corpse burst out with spiritual light, and Zhao Chenghuang took over the body.
The corpse spit out human words, the voice was difficult and unpleasant:
"Yuanshi Tianzun, your strength is very strong, stronger than I expected. I thought you were the top eight, but I didn't expect you to hide your clumsiness. But you can't beat me, even if you win over Sun Miaomiao."
As he said that, his actions didn't stop, his right arm stretched out like a thunder, and grabbed the neck of the dead man No. 1, and his five fingers suddenly exerted force.
"boom!"
A khaki-yellow halo exploded on the surface of Dead Man No. 1, and the defense cover it had accumulated for a long time was crushed abruptly.
Even if the physique of a fire master in the saint realm cannot release his skills, his strength and speed alone can crush a ghost at the extraordinary stage.
From level 3 to level 4, the difference is not level 1, but a large rank.
It threw Dead One towards Yuanshi Tianzun, kicked its legs, leaped a few meters away, and rushed towards the enemy on the opposite side.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't care about the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Dead No. 1, he took a step sideways as if he had expected it, and then took out the thug gloves with both hands, and punched the face of the fourth-level infernal corpse with his fists like cannonballs.
boom!
"Zhao Chenghuang" raised his elbow in a sudden step, and accurately withstood the punch.
In the sound of "click", Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of his finger bones breaking.
The mournful and mournful flute played continuously, and the continuous sonic attack made it impossible for the night tour gods present to enter the night tour.
Actively attacking and encountering blows will interrupt the night tour.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
Explosive punches exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's ears, fists and elbows intertwined, "Zhao Chenghuang" blocked the dead man No. 1 and Yuanshi Tianzun alone, and relied on his level 4 physique to forcibly resist the trampling of the red dancing shoes.
Zhang Yuanqing was almost hit several times, but he could always rely on the scout-level prediction and the agility of the fire master to entangle him hard.
Yin Chi's flute sound is disgusting. Both he and Zhao Chenghuang only have three points left, as long as Yuan Ting comes to report, they can be eliminated directly. Zhang Yuanqing took a look at the distance while parrying.
Yuan Ting was trapped in the ghost wall, rushing left and right, front and back.
Now is not a good time to report Zhang Yuanqing reluctantly chose to forbear.
This guy Yuan Ting is under the control of Sun Miaomiao, so he can't tell Sun Miaomiao:
That guy is ours, you let him go.
In this case, Yuan Ting would not even think about backstabbing Zhao Chenghuang.
They are also level 3 Night Gods, but Sun Miaomiao and Zhao Chenghuang will crush Yuan Ting of the same level in the soft match of spirit servants and ghost corpses.
This is the difference between the grass roots and the second generation of spirits.
On the other side, Sun Miaomiao pressed his head with one hand and was in unbearable pain, while wielding the whip with the other hand, beating Yin Chi and Zhao Chenghuang himself.
The whipping failed repeatedly. JrNovels.com
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