Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 983 Demon Race Master
To deal with a ghost fairy who has only been enlightened for hundreds of years, even if it is just a clone of Sun Dasheng descending, that is enough.

Although it wasn't a golden cudgel in his hand, just the appearance of that classic image was enough to make Tang Zhiyuan terrified.

Compared with Fan Denglong's magic weapon, it is really a bit ignorant, after all, he is backed by the entire heaven.

This was destined to be an unequal battle. At first, Tang Zhiyuan relied on his ghost cultivation to suppress Fan Denglong. After that, it was Fan Denglong who used magic weapons to chase Tang Zhiyuan and beat him.

The great sage was distracted, and swung down the stick, the stone street split open and extended to the city lord's mansion, and the restrictions placed in the city lord's mansion were broken in response.

The city lord's mansion was affected, and the roof was overturned.

The power of a stick is so amazing.

Tang Zhiyuan was as dead as ashes in front of him, this was a crush without any suspense at all!
It can't be fought any longer, otherwise the Ghost Cultivator region will be subverted because of this.

With just such a white jade pillar of Qingtian, without him, it is impossible for the ghost cultivator region to support the attack of the demon cultivator army.

But now, it seems that it has become a difficult situation.

"Tang Zhiyuan, do you still want to play now?"

As soon as Sun Dasheng came out, the no-fly circle above Kasyapa City had already been broken. Fan Denglong stepped on the Zhenxian and flew to the sky, stroking his beard that had been growing for a while, and his words were quite playful.

Tang Zhiyuan's face turned cold, and he lifted his hand up, and there were six bone swords floating, "Fan Denglong, I admit that you are a formidable enemy and have a firm will. But no matter what, I have to take a gamble."

The bone sword was covered with a layer of frost, just like Tang Zhiyuan's expression now.

Fan Denglong likes to gamble, and Tang Zhiyuan also likes to gamble. A mortal monk who travels thousands of miles to the ghost cultivation area must have important things to do.If you are seriously injured here today, it will take more time, if not failure.

Fan Denglong hurried on his way, he may not be able to afford the energy during the healing period.

Therefore, Tang Zhiyuan's betting on Fan Denglong was just a bluff.

Just like before, the bone sword disappeared into the air like a ghost. Fan Denglong couldn't detect its trajectory, and he didn't know where it would emerge from.

However, Fan Denglong was not worried about these things. With the presence of the Great Sage, he could sit back and relax.

"Are you challenging Ben Sheng's patience?"

Sun Dasheng looked at Tang Zhiyuan coldly. The reason why he didn't continue to attack just now was just waiting for Tang Zhiyuan to confess his last words.

call out!
The bone sword showed its figure again, it was still behind Fan Denglong, Fan Denglong quickly moved to the side, the bone sword passed by, cut through the sleeve, revealing the handsome armor inside.

But this is only the first bone sword, the other five are still missing.

Fan Denglong was vigilant, but he didn't expect that at the moment when he stopped moving, a bone sword quietly emerged from the void, stabbing straight at the long sword on Fan Denglong's back. .

The third bone sword appeared, using the same technique as the second bone sword before.

The bone sword was stacked on top of the bone sword, and immediately advanced half an inch, one after another, the armor on Fan Denglong's body was shattered, and the bone sword pierced into the skin.

At this moment, the bone sword that Fan Denglong dodged first also disappeared into the void.

Sun Dasheng's eyes shone with golden light, and the iron rod came out of his hand.

"Boom,"

A bone sword interlaced with iron rods, revealing its shape from the air.

Sun Dasheng turned over and jumped, grabbed Tang Zhiyuan, and lifted him into the air with only one hand.

As a fighting god and Buddha, it is easy for him to kill a ghost.

Tang Zhiyuan tried hard to break free, but the spells all over his body couldn't be used at all, and wisps of black air drifted away from Sun Dasheng's hairy hands.

Fan Denglong came to Tang Zhiyuan's side, and asked with a smile: "The so-called winner and loser, now, I say you are a waste, do you have any objection?"

The majestic ghost cultivator was said to be a waste, even if this person came, Tang Zhiyuan would fight back with the heaviest blow even if he blew himself up.But Naihe was pinched by the neck as if remembering it, and his soul and cultivation were imprisoned at the same time. It was a fool's dream to blew himself up, so he could only stare at Fan Denglong with murderous eyes.

To paraphrase a well-used sentence in the novel, if eyes could kill, Fan Denglong would have been torn to pieces by the sharp eyes.

"Come on,"

Just as Fan Denglong was proudly showing off beside Tang Zhiyuan, Sun Dasheng, who had been acting silently as a thug, suddenly shouted.

Fan Denglong was taken aback, before turning the corner, "What's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the towering Dou Zhan Shen Buddha clone disappeared in place, and the hair burned.

It's time for avatar!
Fan Denglong was startled suddenly, and was about to teleport away, but Tang Zhiyuan pinched him. Just like Sun Dasheng dealt with him before, the Yuanshen and his cultivation were all imprisoned, and he couldn't use any means at all.

"Nimma, you're cheating."

Fan Denglong yelled, he didn't say it earlier in such a short time, isn't this the same as being sent to the door by his own eagerness?

"Jie Jie, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Fan Denglong, you are also a waste."

The neck was strangled, and Fan Denglong's breathing became more and more difficult.

"Bastard, why don't you come out quickly? If I die here, let's see how you get the soul washing flag."

Fan Denglong shouted with all his strength.

Cultivation is imprisoned, it is already tantamount to fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

The only thing I can look forward to now is the pair of eyes that have been staring at me from behind.

A black shadow flew across the sky, approaching Tang Zhiyuan.

The speed was so fast that Tang Zhiyuan didn't even have a chance to dodge and was seriously injured on the ground.

Fan Denglong fell to the ground with a bang, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was a person whose whole body was shrouded in darkness, just like Nangong Minzhi back then, making it impossible for people to see his true face clearly.

A black palm print hit Fan Denglong's body, and the latter was immediately photographed into the ground, and he couldn't get it out.

"Fan Denglong, I'll give you another half a month. If you haven't reached the border of the underworld within half a month, then you don't need to fetch any yin and yang soul washing streamers, just reincarnate directly."

The voice is very old, very hollow, and makes people shudder.

Another palm print, Tang Zhiyuan's figure began to become unreal.

The black shadow disappeared in place, and Fan Denglong could see clearly that it was teleportation.

Unexpectedly, this is actually a master of the Demon Race.

"There are demon masters in Fengdu Underworld, so it's a bit tricky."

This person's cultivation can be said to be consistent with the world, and Fan Denglong has no chance of winning at all.

Supporting his body and coming to Tang Zhiyuan's side, Fan Denglong laughed, stepped on his chest, and spat again.

Some staggered towards the city lord's mansion, behind him, a black cat ran quickly, meowing meowing, very cheerful.

(End of this chapter)