Wonderful Immortal Doctor

"Liu from the Gu Clan? Young Master?" Pujiacuo recognized Liu Yiyi at a glance, exclaimed in surprise, and then his eyes swept towards Chen Wanli.

Compared to the rumors, Chen Wanli himself is even more rebellious.

"Who can have the Gu Clan's Willow Girl as her follower? Could it be the famous Great Xia warrior Chen Wanli? But at first glance, he seems to be just so-so!"

Pujiacuo laughed dryly twice.

"Pugacuo, you must remain in awe! The one standing before you is a powerful person of the time. He is probably the best in the dark world!

You did something you shouldn't have done, and now you're bragging about it, are you thinking you're not dying fast enough?"

Liu Yiyi raised her eyelids and frowned.

"The number one person in the dark world? What does that have to do with me? I am a citizen of Baicheng, Myanmar and Yunnan. I have General Enmaizai above me and I am respected and protected by Yeshe Na!"

Pujiacuo took a step back and his body was completely immersed in darkness.

Bai Yin and the East Asian man looked at Chen Wanli in surprise.

In their opinion, the fair-skinned man in front of them did not look like a master at all.

The East Asian man couldn't help but say to Pujiacuo in the Burmese dialect, "Is this guy just pretending to be famous? I don't think he can beat the bodyguard at the door!"

Bai Yin covered her mouth and chuckled.

Liu Yiyi could understand the Burmese and Yunnan dialects. She had some connections with Pujiacuo and wanted to mediate between them. At this moment, she frowned, hoping that Chen Wanli didn't understand and didn't care.

Unexpectedly, Chen Wanli narrowed his eyes and pressed it casually.

A huge gray hand appeared out of nowhere and pressed the East Asian man to the ground.

After a dull thud, the East Asian man's head hit the ground, shattered into pieces, and red and white objects flowed wildly.

Bai Yin screamed subconsciously.

The armed guards standing on both sides of the door suddenly changed their expressions and aimed their guns at Chen Wanli.

"You're just like an ant, yet you dare to resist!"

Chen Wanli snorted lightly and snapped his fingers.

A gray light shot out and flew left and right.

The two submachine guns were cut into two pieces, and the two guards at the door fell to the ground.

Bai Yin was terrified. Chen Wanli could kill a person with just a wave of his hand, and he could break an extremely hard submachine gun with just his fingers. Doesn't that mean he could also kill her with just a wave of his hand?

She was so scared that she ran straight to Pujiacuo.

Pujiacuo looked solemn at this time. This Daxia warrior was just as terrifying as the legend said.

But he was not panicked. As long as Chen Wanli had come into contact with Song Jiaojiao who was under the influence of black magic, he had his own way to deal with her.

He opened his mouth and a stream of black saliva came out from his lips and teeth. He muttered something, and suddenly there was a cold wind in the room and talismans flew everywhere.

As he caught two maggots from his festering face, he threw them into the air.

The East Asian man with a broken head suddenly stood up twitching, his whole body suddenly swelled, and he let out an angry roar like a ghost.

If someone else were here, they would definitely exclaim, "The dead have come back to life! Ghost!"

But Chen Wanli, Liu Yiyi and Zhai Goumeng all had a good understanding of witchcraft.

Everyone knows that this is just a kind of witchcraft to manipulate corpses.

It is to use a special kind of corpse worm to manipulate the corpse.

The East Asian man's muscles bulged, with countless blue veins bulging like a dragon, as if he was really half resurrected.

Even on his half-broken head, a hideous expression was vividly revealed, making him look like a devil from hell.

The three animal heads placed on the altar flew into the air and hovered in the air at Pugacuo's urging.

One of the bull's heads fell on the East Asian man, covering his broken head, while the other two heads exploded directly, turning into blood foam and falling into the air.

Then the East Asian man seemed to transform into a minotaur.

There was a constant buzzing roar from his mouth as he rushed towards Chen Wanli.

Wherever he stepped on, the floor cracked, leaving deep pits more than ten centimeters deep on the concrete floor. The power he unleashed was comparable to that of any master of horizontal training.

A foul odor emanated from his body, just like the poisonous miasma emitted by countless poisonous insects in the Gu Temple.

"Don't cry until you see the coffin! How dare you fight against me with your petty tricks!"

Chen Wanli sneered and casually slapped his hand. An invisible force directly pushed the East Asian man to the spot.

With just a flip of his hand, the bull and its head were slammed into the floor.

After a loud bang, the entire floor broke, forming a big hole, and the body of the East Asian man fell directly to the lower level.

Pujiacuo's face changed drastically, things seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

He immediately put his fingers together to form a sword, and countless talisman papers in the air suddenly burned. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and a sound like a baby whimpering was heard, and black fog filled the entire room out of thin air.

Bai Yin’s eyes went dark, as if she had fallen into the Avici Hell.

But Chen Wanli took a step forward and walked into the room on his own initiative, without being affected at all.

Pujiacuo already knew what was going on. Chen Wanli didn't seem to be affected by the black magic he had created, and he was horrified.

In terms of close combat skills alone, he knew that he was no match for Chen Wanli.

All his skills are in the art of black magic.

"Master Chen, please forgive me when you can! I was just restrained by others and had to take action. Leave now, or I will kill Song Jiaojiao!"

Pujiacuo's voice was heard.

"You threatened me?" Chen Wanli smiled and looked at Liu Yiyi: "He threatened me! I wanted to give you face, but now I can't! I hate threats the most!"

"It's not a threat, it's a deal! Master Chen is worthy of his reputation, I have felt it, but my black magic can't be solved by anyone except myself!

The magic has already fallen on Song Jiaojiao. If you don't want her to die in an ugly way, you must let me go! I promise to remove the magic before I leave!"

Pujiacuo said quickly.

"I really give you face! Break it for me!"

Chen Wanli shouted and drew his finger in the air.

In an instant, the straw man on the altar, which was hiding Song Jiaojiao's hair and blood, suddenly exploded with a red flame.

The straw man turned into a huge ball of red flame in an instant. Pugacuo immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and countless maggots on his face died inexplicably.

"No, this is impossible! How could you break my black magic?" Pujiacuo cried out in panic.

He saw red flames exploding in the room, and he fought against it in panic. At the beginning, a few talismans spontaneously combusted, mobilizing the energy of Yin Sha to fight against the red flames.

But as the saying goes, fire and thunder are both better than evil. As the red flames exploded like fireworks, the black fog and blood in the room, as well as the gloom brought out by the talisman paper, all turned into nothingness.

Under the red light of the flames, Bai Yin only saw Pujacuo's horrified expression.

There was no time to take a closer look, and the next second, flames surrounded Pujiacuo.

"Liu! Miss Liu, save me!" Pujiacuo let out a shrill scream.

Liu Yiyi snorted coldly: "I've already said it, Master Chen's authority is something you cannot disrespect! I'm giving you a chance, why don't you take it?"

Pujiacuo's body was surrounded by flames and he rolled back and forth in pain. The heavy arrangements he made in the room could not be easily broken even by three or five martial arts masters.

Even the strongest warlock in Southeast Asia cannot break it easily!

But Chen Wanli cracked it with just a raise of his hand!

"Master Chen, spare my life! Spare my life!!!"