Heaven's Last Big Boss

Li Zhiyong said: "Look at the squad leader, are they stupid?"

"Not stupid."

"Not stupid, how could they say what we want to know?"

"It's a bet that they have a strong desire to express themselves."

These three people, you talk to each other, standing on the wall like talking about cross talk.

"enough!"

An old Taoist said angrily: "You guys are talking too much nonsense! If you want to do it, do it!"

Zhou Zheng laughed and said, "There are still people looking for death, Zhiyong, what do you think?"

Li Zhiyong smiled and said: "Then it's better to fulfill him."

Bing Ning nodded: "Let me do it."

The old man's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately stepped back half a step, his eyes were full of vigilance, and a tyrannical aura continued to surround him.

Bing Ning held the sword in her right hand, a blue light appeared in her eyes, and a burst of energy locked onto the old Daoist.

In an instant, all the veterans felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

But Bing Ning didn't move at all, and her aura became more and more high-pitched, as if she had a chance to win.

I don't know if I can win the fight, but I have already won in terms of momentum.

So, it was like this for a while.

The foreheads of all the veterans were covered with cold sweat, and they were already on the verge of erupting.

The old man was about to move his fingers.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhou Zheng suddenly shouted loudly, and said in a steady voice: "Instructor, you might as well step back and let Zhiyong fight him a few tricks."

"Okay." Bing Ning nodded in response, and calmly put down the long sword.

Then Li Zhiyong moved forward slowly, releasing a coercion that was much stronger than Bing Ning's. The pig's head mask smiled, and the surrounding space produced a slight sense of distortion.

Force Grameen.

The pressure on that veteran was even greater, and all the veterans also looked at Li Zhiyong wholeheartedly.

So, it was like this for a while.

All the veterans...

"Do you want to fight? Hi!"

Suddenly there was a murmur in the corner.

The three people on the wall and the group of old Taoists in the courtyard followed the sound and looked over at the same time.

It was in the corner of the courtyard, a thin Taoist in a tattered Taoist robe was lying on a futon, leaning against the back of a big sleeping man, with one foot resting on the leg of a fairy on the other side.

Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong almost fled immediately.

Here comes an element beyond your control.

But Zhou Zheng soon discovered that there was a Dao Yun in the opponent's body that was closer to him.

Seems like, Buddhism?

Swish!

The enemy's two old masters appeared around the sloppy old master, and their surroundings were already glowing with precious light.

The sloppy old man said impatiently:

"You don't beat him, why come to me? But you think I'm easy to bully? I just remind you kindly, the three of them are obviously delaying time.

"Are you guys filled with shit?

"Using your antidote can't cure your poison, there must be another kind of poison! You guys showed up late, they just want you to have more time to fully absorb the poison."

The fake Yuanjun and the seven veterans were startled.

They pinched their fingers and calculated, their complexions changed several times one after another, and two old men with slightly lower cultivation levels could not help but sit on the ground, with wisps of white smoke emitting from their foreheads.

Zhou Zheng frowned and looked at the sloppy old man, and said with a smile: "Senior is so evil, I plan, could it be that he is also part of Jietian Sect?"

"Cut Heaven Sect?"

The sloppy old man laughed and said, "The queen mother is hysterical and messing around. I don't want to have anything to do with her."

"Then what is going on, senior?"

"I'm just watching a show, don't worry about me, just fight quickly."

The veteran spread his hands:

"Hurry up and fight, let's see what kind of Qinghua Emperor Laojun has cultivated. He is also the twelfth generation of pure yang, and he has abandoned the memories of his previous life. Hearing about you recently, his ears are calloused. It’s not because you are playing lip service here.”

Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong looked at each other, the latter nodded slightly, and there were black shuttles around his body.

Zhou Zheng locked his eyes on the sloppy old man, ready to use the latest blood escape method at any time.

In the next moment, 36 Usos exploded.

Bing Ning holds a sword to protect the two people around.

The fake Yuanjun, fake Qinghua, and the six old Taoists soared into the sky at the same time, and they rushed towards the rear obliquely at the first time!

Sooner or later, the 36 Wusuo thrown out by Li Zhiyong split at the same time, and the 'slices' as thin as cicada's wings crossed the light black traces, interweaving a net of heaven and earth.

There is a veteran who shakes his hands and shoots dozens of streamers.

A giant sword spewed out from the mouth of the old Taoist.

There seems to be a fairy island blooming from the palm of an old Taoist, lying on top of the Taoist temple.

Without exception, their methods are all to delay Li Zhiyong's offensive, and they have already felt the inexplicable threat from Nawusuo's slice.

Quenched poison.

This Qinghua Emperor's subordinates didn't talk about martial arts at all, and even used poison directly!

There is no sense of honor in the orthodox heavenly court!

"it is good!"

The sloppy old man waved his hands and applauded.

But these seven veterans and the fake Bixia Yuanjun are not ordinary golden immortals, and they are determined to leave now, and Li Zhiyong's magic weapon can't catch up.

Sudden;

Om, well, what, bah, me, hum——

There were bursts of Buddha singing in the air, and a big golden Buddha came out of nowhere. The group of old Taoists seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and were directly shocked by the light of the big Buddha.

If it is severe, it will directly vomit blood, and if it is light, it will be a shock of Qi and blood.

A bright light flashed in Li Zhiyong's eyes, and he pushed forward with his right hand, and the large black net that was intertwined quickly moved forward, trapping all seven old men.

The latter is also not a kind person. At this moment, he tried every means to separate those 'slices', and did not dare to let the slices approach at all.

The sloppy old man looked at it with relish.

Zhou Zheng warned in a voice: "I don't know if this person is an enemy or a friend, but he must be a master of Buddhism. Since he wants to see how to fight, we may not be able to do it if we don't reveal some methods."

"Squad leader, hide more." Li Zhiyong replied by voice.

For the first time, this guy took the initiative to take half a step forward, with transparent silk threads stuck to his fingers, and he moved them as fast as phantoms.

But Bing Ning dashed into the arena, a swipe of ice crystals unfolded, and sealed all the sleeping monks with black ice to prevent them from being injured by the aftermath of the fighting skills. Then, he used the ice control technique to try to slow down the movements of those veterans.

But the other party is obviously not a vegetarian.

At this moment, the way of retreat was blocked, and all of them were aroused with ferocity, and the righteousness disguised around them could not be taken into account. Each of the dharma bodies with blue faces and fangs were either wrapped with blood evil spirit, or black. The practice of karma surrounds.

This is actually a master of the lineage of human demon repair.

It's not just those monster races that Jietianjiao wins over.

But only a little.

These old Taoists feel that the reaction of their primordial spirit has gradually become sluggish, as if they have not slept for several days and nights before practicing, and their whole people are gradually numb from the inside out.

This is the effect of Zhou Zheng, Li Zhiyong, and Bing Ning's multi-mouthed cross talk.

"Damn it! I can't get rid of this poison!"

"It's really a short life! Where did you jump out of such poisonous people! Everyone, hurry up!"

The fake Bixia Yuanjun stared at the sloppy old man for a while.

The other party was so absorbed in watching the fighting scene at the moment, the mysterious ice melted away from him by itself.

This is the biggest threat.

But they still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

A ray of immortal consciousness of the fake Yuanjun is locked on the Qinghua Emperor, Qinghua Buddha, and the reincarnation of Lu Dongbin on the wall.

The poison of this disciple of Taibai is indeed difficult to deal with, but this Emperor Qinghua, at present, only the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua named Zhou Zheng can become a breakthrough to turn the situation around.

This fake Bixia Yuanjun used secret tricks to simply discuss with the two highest-cultivated veterans.

The two old Taoists suddenly attacked Li Zhiyong and Bing Ning, with immortal light bursting around them, relying on their own cultivation to forcibly separate the poisoned Wu Suo, with a menacing aura.

Li Zhiyong was forced to change Wu Suo's blockade, and Bing Ning immediately cooperated with the left and right to set up a wall of black ice to hinder the opponent's offensive.

In the blink of an eye, three beams of light suddenly rushed towards Zhou Zheng.

Li Zhiyong seemed to have expected it a long time ago, more than a dozen Wusuos crossed diagonally, directly blocking the three streamers of light.

The Wusuo Formation deployed by Li Zhiyong even slightly disturbed the universe here, making them unable to use the escape method of the universe, and the preparations were not insufficient.

Right now!

The fake Bixia Yuanjun's figure suddenly collapsed into dust, and a flash of sword light erupted outside the wall, piercing Zhou Zheng's shoulder!

Where is Bixia Yuanjun still at this time?

It was an old woman with a hair scarf on her head and a snake sword in her hand. Her eyes were full of fierceness and coldness.

It is true that she wanted to capture Zhou Zheng alive, but as long as she was stabbed by her sword, it would only take a moment to abolish the cultivation of this Heavenly Immortal cultivator...

Zhou Zheng turned his head suddenly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his delicate face was full of Buddha's light.

The next moment, the fake Bixia Yuanjun's long sword pierced the air strangely, not even touching the edge of the white monk's robe.

And Zhou Zheng's face was still there, with a smile and slightly squinted eyes, he raised his right fist seemingly casually, and punched the old woman's forehead without any fanfare.

boom!

It was the sound of fists clashing.

A touch of bright red exploded, the walls of the Taoist temple collapsed, a shock wave raged, blowing dust and ice debris everywhere, and radioactive cracks appeared on the ground with the half-headed corpse as a dot.

There was a rumble in the depths of the earth, and there were obvious cracks in the mountains here, which was the aftermath of the very precise force control.

All the veterans in the arena stared dumbfounded, as if they saw the Jade Emperor suddenly put on a pink dress, and their hearts trembled slightly.

"On this level? Still plotting against me?"

Zhou Zheng pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his fist lightly, and said slowly:

"If you have to let me make a move, you can't give my Zhiyong and Bingxian a chance to grow up."

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng squinted at the slovenly old man who was watching the fun, and casually pinched a trembling primordial spirit from the corpse, imprisoned it with Buddha's light, and tossed it lightly in his hands.

The latter's expression was a little stagnant, he raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose, and unconsciously straightened his sitting posture, and when he rolled his eyes, he already planned to leave.

2 Thirty Chapters

What's the situation with Zhou Zheng?Have recovered to the peak cultivation level?

The sloppy old man's facial muscles were trembling slightly.

He actually looked away!