With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

A cracking sound came from the tower.

The smile on Ran Deng's face stopped abruptly.

He stared at the black crack from the bottom of the tower to the top of the tower.

"how can that be."

"It's absolutely impossible for Nezha to be like this..."

The words are still finished.

The golden pagoda is completely cracked.

The whole body was pitch black.

Violence covered the whole body like flames.

Nezha with red eyes like magic marks.

Appeared in front of Ran Deng and his party.

Nezha let out a terrible and strange laugh.

"You bloody bastards."

"Are you ready to die?"

Before Ran Deng and his party could react.

Nezha had already stabbed the nearest Li Jing with the sharp spear in his hand.

At this time, the fire pointed gun.

It has also completely changed.

Like a ferocious poisonous fire dragon.

While stabbing.

Let out a terrible scream.

In an instant, Li Jing's true soul was shocked.

The tip of the gun has not arrived yet.

The scream had already caused Li Jing to scream, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

Ran Deng finally reacted at this time.

Quickly pointed at Nezha.

when!

After all, it is the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian.

The fire-pointed gun was bounced high.

Nezha took several steps back.

"Then kill you nasty bald man first."

Say it.

Push the hot wheels under your feet.

Kill the lamp.

The Hot Wheels under Nezha's feet at this time.

It has turned into two terrifying, constantly spinning eyes.

While spinning, it spewed out poisonous wind and evil fire.

Jin Zha and Mu Zha want to step forward.

But as soon as he got close to the poisonous wind and evil fire.

Just dizzy.

Can't get close at all.

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.