dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After the ancient god Taifeng turned into a strange light, the falling Wanjian Jue could no longer hurt him at all.

Although it was brilliant every time.

"Sir, if your means are nothing more than this, the last general will make a move!"

It's hard for Hua Jiu to know that the opponent is strong, but he didn't expect to be so strong.

Even Malaria Guijie and Qiongshen would not dare to resist the Taoist secret curse killing technique so forcefully.

Seeing this, Hua Jiunan didn't dare to be careless, and immediately took out a thunder talisman and stuck it on the copper coin sword, muttering something in his mouth.

"Heavenly Fire Thunder God, thunder from five directions. Earth Fire Thunder God, subdues demons and eliminates spirits. Evil spirits go away quickly, and I report to my emperor. Be as urgent as a law."

"Tiangang Five Thunder Curse, come out!"

As the Thunder Talisman burned out at an extremely fast speed, there were bursts of roars from the sky and the ground at the same time.

Then the sky thunder rolled, the ground fire surged, and balls of spherical lightning condensed out of thin air, densely blocking all the space around the ancient god Taifeng.

Hua Jiunan pointed at the copper coin sword in his hand, and all the divine thunder roared towards the enemy.

However, all spiritual beings, no matter how high or low they are, have a natural fear of "thunder", which is so strong and so masculine.

The Old Gods are no exception.

Taifeng saw this strange light all over his body even better, like a human-shaped lightning, shuttle back and forth and dodge continuously.

The malarial ghost Jie, who is still locked up by Wu Ran's soldiers, knows Taifeng's abilities well:

Even in his lineage, except for Emperor Zhuanxu and the three-faced prince, no one dared to say that he could win against this ancient god.

Even malaria ghosts, ghost ghosts, and child ghosts can't do it together!

He immediately guessed in his heart that Taifeng didn't do his best, but was just probing and entangled with Hua Jiunan.

The malarial ghost immediately cursed in anger.

"Taifeng, don't you really think that today's great changes, my father Yu Wei is not here, and you want to rebel and seek refuge in the Taoist sect?!"

"Don't forget who helped you repel the powerful enemy when you were desperate!"

It's a good thing that the malaria ghost doesn't make a sound: Chen Dage has been attracted by the fierce fighting and has no time to talk to him.

This sound immediately successfully attracted the attention of the number one scourge in the Yin-Yang world.

"Oh shit, water monkey, you still dare to be arrogant?!"

"You really think I can't do anything with you, Master Ji?!"

Yan Bi crossed his legs, half-shrunk his neck and walked towards the malarial ghost vigilantly.

Through the brief contact just now, the malaria ghost has deeply realized that the bastard in front of him is completely damaged, how dare he let him get close so easily.

Immediately, he twisted his neck into a strange angle, and spewed leeches at Chen Daji continuously.

Fortunately, Chen Daji was prepared and immediately blocked with his saber.

Just listen to the continuous sound like a knife cutting the leather:

Any leech that came into contact with the big summer sparrow was immediately split into two, and burned quickly, and when it fell to the ground, it was already a mass of ashes.

The malaria ghost was shocked when he saw this, and Chen Daji was overjoyed: "Oh, water monkey, you are afraid of our big blade!"

After saying that, without waiting for the malaria ghost to react, he rounded the big summer dragonfinch and slapped him in the face.

Chen Daji thinks he is a pure man: if he agrees to vent his anger on his wife, and slaps the malaria ghost with nine hundred big mouths, then he will never lose half... let alone hack him to death... ...

There was a crisp snap!

The screams of the malaria ghost and the scorching sound of burning sounded at the same time.

The big summer sparrow touched the half-rotten skin of the malaria ghost, and it was like a red-hot iron that burned his skin to pieces.

"Make you crazy!"

"Let you bully grandma and grandma!"

"Let you slap my wife on the mouth!"

"Make you... make you ugly..."

Every time Chen Daji said a word, Da Xia Longque slapped the malarial ghost's face heavily.

That way, it looks like hitting a wall with a sledgehammer: eighty...eighty...

After just a few strokes, half of the sharp teeth of the malaria ghost's mouth were knocked out, and flew out along with the scalded leeches, falling on the snow.

The malaria ghost has a noble status, and has never been treated like this since he was born.

"Boy, how dare you hit me?! My father is Zhuanxu! Emperor Zhuanxu!!"

"You are dead! Your whole family is dead!!"

If this sentence threatens a little knowledgeable practitioner, it will be more or less useful.

But we, Chen Daji, are not only not practitioners, we are simply half-loafers.

Apart from Qin Shihuang, the ancient emperors only knew Emperor Qianlong.

It all depends on Chang Baye pulling him to watch "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo"...

"Oh, is it right to mention silver? Are you fighting for father with Master Ji?!"

"Your father is Zhuan Xu, but mine is Chen Fu!"

"If you make him anxious, you dare to fight your father with a detonator!"