Hong Huang: We Wu Clan are so tough!

They could only pull Li Jing back to a relatively safe place.

"Father, what is going on here?"

Mu Zha was dumbfounded, with a look of bewilderment.

Jin Zha stared at Nezha.

Shaking his head vigorously.

"Father, is this still our third brother?"

Li Jing wiped the blood off his face.

He spat viciously.

"This is not my son. I definitely don't have a son like that."

"This damn monster, he's just a monster."

Li Jing stared at the almost monster-like Nezha.

Grit your teeth.

"Back then, I should have killed him with a single sword."

That Daoist Taiyi wanted to use the blood of my father and son to sacrifice and refine Nezha.

hateful.

He must be a spy of the witch clan.

Otherwise, how could the Nine Dragons Divine Fire be covered up and handed over so easily?

I must go to the teacher.

Sue Taiyi real person.

While Li Jing was going crazy.

Nezha has been suppressed by Ran Deng.

Even if Nezha used the berserk effect of eating Baolian with a grimace, how much his combat power has been improved.

It is also impossible to be the opponent of Ran Deng, the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.

after all.

Nezha also practiced the immortal way of cutting corpses.

Even if you learn some melee skills.

It is incomparable with those of the Wu Clan.

If you want the realm of the etheric golden fairy, defeat Ran Deng.

impossible.

But it is not easy to win the lamp.

He took out two acquired treasures in succession.

They were all destroyed by Nezha in the few rounds of fighting.

Until Ran Deng took out his accompanying spirit treasure, the coffin palace lantern.

Only then did Nezha finally be restrained.

A fight.

The anger of the burning lamp was also blown out.

Turning his head, he saw the Linglong Pagoda shattered all over the place.

The burning lamp is even more angry.

The poor monk is such a big tower.

It's gone.

That bastard Taiyi, what kind of monster did he create?

Chapter 227 Burning Lamp: Taiyi, You Pay the Pagoda of the Poor Monk

Ran Deng stared at Nezha in his Buddha's hands.

Look at the fragments of the exquisite pagoda in one place.

The more you think, the more angry you are.

"Amitabha, Nezha benefactor, you are completely enchanted."

"The poor monk must teach you a lesson."

A Buddha's name.

The burning lamp waved a huge Buddha's palm.

I was going to give Nezha a hard time.

But just ready to shoot.

Two fairy lights appeared in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Lantern, what do you want to do to the poor disciples?"

Daoist Taiyi finally arrived.

He felt that Nezha's state was not right.

Immediately pulled Pu Xian along with him.

The movement of the burning lamp can be seen from a distance.

Without even thinking about it, I stopped drinking.

But wait until he finishes yelling.

Look down at Nezha again.

I was dumbfounded at the time.

"Mist grass, what is this?"

Where is Pindao such a good-looking disciple?

What is this dark thing?

Ran Deng stared.

A divine thought passed on.

"The poor monk wanted to ask you, what exactly did you use to restore Nezha's body?"

"Nezha not only shattered the dragon escape pile, but also shattered the poor monk's golden pagoda."

Pu Xian, who was originally holding the mentality of watching a play, jumped up immediately.

"What? The poor monk's dragon escape pile? What's going on here?"

Daoist Taiyi was also dumbfounded.

"Hey, what happened here?"

"How did Nezha become like this?"

Ran Deng snorted.

"The poor monk still wants to ask you what happened."

present.

He used his divine sense to comprehend everything that happened just now.

They were all passed on to Taiyi Zhenren and Pu Xian.

Erxian suddenly felt like vomiting blood.

Why didn't this follow the script?

Daoist Taiyi came to Nezha.

"Nezha, do you still remember being a teacher?"

vomit!

Nezha squirted at Daoist Taiyi.

It was fishy and smelly.

slimy.

Carrying the hostility and killing intent that can instantly drive mortals crazy.

Daoist Taiyi's mind was almost shaken.

He quickly took a few steps back.

More than a dozen pure heart spells fell on his head.

Then he looked at Nezha dumbfounded.

"What exactly is going on?"

Ran Deng and Pu Xian rolled their eyes.

How do we know?

Ran Deng snorted coldly.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, the poor monk Nezha is entrusted to you."

"How you handle it is your business."

"But the poor monk's golden and exquisite pagoda, you can pay for it yourself."

"Otherwise, the poor monk will go to see the Taiqing sage himself."

Say it.

Throw Nezha to Daoist Taiyi.

Then he didn't even look at Li Jing and his son on the ground.

Turn around and leave.

Puxian glanced at Taiyi real person.

Then he looked at Nezha, who was completely monsterized.

Sighed.

"Junior brother, don't be sad."

"Take care of Nezha's affairs first."

Master Taiyi looked at Pu Xian with a moved face.

"Thank you brother for your concern."

Puxian's expression changed.

"You still have to pay for the poor monk's Dragon Chasing Stake."

Daoist Taiyi almost didn't come up in one breath.

Only then did Puxian make a move.

Recruit Jin Zha and Mu Zha.

"Follow the teacher."

Say it.

Jin Zha and Mu Zha were not given a chance to react at all.

Drive away.

Daoist Taiyi is even less in the mood to control Li Jing.