My brother is too strong

Immortal Emperor brother?

Jishen almost choked on his saliva.

Why don't you say you are the way of heaven?

Bragging, who do you think you are?

The sacrificial god's eyes were wide open, and his hill-like eyes were fixed on Lu Shaoqing.

Lu Shaoqing's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible for the priest to see through.

One thing that Jishen was sure of was that Lu Shaoqing was definitely not an ordinary human being.

Which human being can be so weird, the black mist can't help him, there are terrifyingly powerful stones, and he knows fairy arts.

And after being hit by her, although he was injured, he was still alive and kicking.

Is this what normal people should look like?

It's outrageous that the little Nascent Soul can withstand the attack of her Huashen.

but!

The sacrificial god sneered, and his divine thoughts were full of disdain, "How can a weak human body exert the power of this move?"

Then, the huge spider legs stretched into the sky, like popping a balloon, and poked the big fireball away.

With Lu Shaoqing's full blow, she easily defuses the fireball that can destroy thousands of mountains.

Jishen's abdomen squirmed, and a black spider web spewed out, enveloping Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan like a fishing net.

The black spider web is like a layer of tulle covering the sky and the earth, with a black light shining on the surface. Right now, Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan seem to be captives of the spider web and prey for worshiping gods.

A layer of light surged on the surface of the black spider web, which was crystal clear and really beautiful.

Yet beneath the beauty lurks a deadly danger.

Reminiscent of the spider's habit of preying on prey, Lu Shaoqing reminded Ji Yan, "Don't get stuck, or you will be in big trouble."

Ji Yan naturally knew the weirdness of the spider web, and his response was naturally to swing his sword.

The two shot again, and the sword spirits of the two swords jumped out at the same time.

Mo Jun crossed his hips, straightened his chest, and said triumphantly, "Wuqiu, we have to perform well this time."

Wuqiu pursed his lips, he didn't speak, his small face was full of anger, just like Ji Yan, his fighting spirit was high.

The spider web trembled and shrank continuously, and a faint black mist emerged from the spider web, gathering from all directions of death.

However, the black mist is not only ineffective against Lu Shaoqing, it can't even do anything against Ji Yan.

Ji Yan stabbed out a sword lightly, and in front of the bright sword light, the black mist was evaporated and dissipated in an instant like the early morning mist meeting the sun.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan swung their swords, their attacks were very powerful, under the sharp and bursting sword intent, they were invincible.

Even if it was a spider silk sprayed out by a deity, it was still torn apart and destroyed in front of the two long swords.

Jishen wanted to use the spider web to trap Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan to death, and digest them as prey.

However, the strength of the two made Jishen know that he was still thinking too naively.

Angry, she roared again, and eight huge spider legs fell from the sky again, rushing like the wind, wishing to trample the two of them into a pulp.

With every foot stepping down, there was a whistling sound of wind, and the airflow that was set off raged around like a storm.

Even Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan had to carefully avoid the huge air current.

The air current can't hurt them, but it will drag them down and interfere with their evasion.

The god-worshiping spider's legs are not only thick, but they are also extremely fast and extremely flexible. They can attack from all angles. They are not as rigid as arthropods, and they will be hit if they are not careful.

Lu Shaoqing was able to bear it because of his physical strength.

But he can only resist once, and if he does it again, he will be half disabled if he doesn't die.

Xiang Kui got up from a distance, and now he was hurt even more.

Panting like a cow, the injury in the body is even more serious.

Now he could barely move, he struggled to get closer, and looked at Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan who were fighting the gods in the distance.

Xiang Kui felt that he was hurt even more.

His performance was extremely embarrassing, not as good as Lu Shaoqing, a Nascent Soul.

The big guy is really good.

While hiding, Lu Shaoqing asked the god of sacrifice loudly, "God of worship, how did you feel about the explosion just now?"

"How did you escape?"

"Can you sit down and talk to me?"

Xiang Kui couldn't help but said, "Bastard boy, do you still want to take advantage of yourself at this time?"

"Can you die without saying a few words?"

"Aren't you provoking the gods?"

Just as Xiang Kui was worried, after Lu Shaoqing's few words passed, he could obviously feel that the energy around him was stronger, and the speed of the spider's feet falling down was faster.

Lu Shaoqing's words aroused even greater anger on the priest. The angry priest stared at Lu Shaoqing firmly, and began to concentrate on dealing with Lu Shaoqing.

The anger made her eyes gradually turn red, and she gradually lost her mind.

If Lu Shaoqing is not trampled into meat, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in her heart.

The god of worship gradually gave up on Ji Yan, and the eight spider legs gathered together, stepping on Lu Shaoqing continuously.

Even if Lu Shaoqing flashes for a moment, the god of sacrifice can follow him like a shadow.

Moreover, Lu Shaoqing did not dare to teleport easily in front of the sacrificial god, and it was very easy for the cultivator of Huashen to break the Nascent Soul.

One accident, Lu Shaoqing was trampled to death.

The sacrifice turned into a giant spider, with a huge body and extremely fast speed.

With a powerful body, strength alone can make people despair.

After seven or eight breaths, Lu Shaoqing was already in danger.

Not only did he have to do his best to dodge the eight long legs of the god of worship, but he also had to be careful of the black mist of the god of sacrifice.

The black mist can't corrode him, but it can still cause physical damage to him.

The spirit is on high alert, resisting the pressure of worshiping the gods, both the spirit and the spiritual power in the body are exhausted.

He is just a Nascent Soul, facing the attack of Huashen, it is already very remarkable to do this step.

Xiang Kui struggled to rush over, cursing as he went, "I really don't know how to live or die."

In the face of a powerful enemy, normal people know that they should not be easily provoked.

Provoking the enemy will only make the enemy more powerful, and will do no harm to oneself.

"How long can you, a little Nascent Soul, last?"

Xiang Kui could already see that Lu Shaoqing was in danger, and he was almost stepped on several times.

"Bastard boy, let you show off your abilities, do you know you regret it?" Xiang Kui stomped his feet, hating iron for being weak.

However, just when Xiang Kui thought that Lu Shaoqing was dead, suddenly a wave erupted from the head of Jishen, and a sword fell...