Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

"Can you stop them?" Daluo Jinxian's Western cultist stared at Yuan Hong, who was like a god and demon descending.

"Increase the mana output of the formation and maximize the means of attack." Another Western believer said, throwing the demon-subduing pestle in his hand into the central pattern of the formation. Golden light passed through the demon-subduing pestle, accompanied by dragon roars. , the demon pestle turned into a ferocious dragon and spiraled into the sky.

"They all show their special skills. They are not ordinary opponents. If we don't take it seriously, we will all die."

More Western believers opened their mouths and threw their weapons into the formation one by one. Along with the golden light, they transformed into ferocious beasts from ancient times, such as tigers, giant bears, Yazu, Pixiu and so on.

Large and roaring.

"Compare me to animality?"

Yuan Hong threw the long stick in his hand high into the sky, and rolled up the endless clouds to condense the water. He jumped and sprinted, approached a tiger and directly captured it. He grabbed one of the tiger's legs with each hand and tore it alive!

Tear!

The torn tiger turned into a broken magical weapon and fell into the clouds. Yuan Hong hammered his chest and shouted tauntingly, "It's useless, it's useless. You Westerners, whether it's a bald donkey or a magical weapon, are useless." , please show me your true skills, Grandpa Yuan."

As he spoke, Yuan Hong sprayed out another beam of light, spinning and sweeping across it, piercing all the approaching beasts.

Rumble!

Purple thunder fell on Yuan Hong out of thin air, and Yuan Hong in his true form was staggered and almost fell from the clouds.

"The attack power of these bald donkeys has increased, Nezha."

"Yeah." Nezha also transmitted the message, but there was only one word.

Yuan Hong raised his head and looked up at the sky. The originally bright sky was now shrouded in heavy black clouds. There were various beasts transformed from thunder roaring inside, such as thunder snakes, thunder dragons and other ferocious beasts.

It's all there.

"Arhat's Heaven-shaking Seal!!!"

Neat echoes appeared along with huge Sanskrit characters, directly covering Yuan Hong's body.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yuan Hong coughed at this moment, and he was once again knocked back.

"Let's do it together!"

Western believers who saw the effect formed formations and concentrated all their attacks together, condensing them into even more terrifying power.

"Arhat's Heaven-shaking Seal!!!"

Although the move is simple, it is very effective.

The huge Sanskrit sounds hit Yuan Hong from the top of his head one after another. Yuan Hong had to raise his hands to resist. At the same time, the black stick entwining the water flow also turned into a water dragon at this moment, rushing straight towards the high-altitude thunder.

Whoa!

The water flow was submerged along with the thunder.

The entire land was turned into mud by the heavy rain.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The Western believers, who were outnumbered, attacked Yuan Hong one after another, forcing Yuan Hong to be knocked down from the sky.

The latter is squeezing toward the ground layer by layer.

"Don't be careless when setting up the formation. Emperor Ziwei hasn't taken action yet."

More mysterious formations were formed, which could barely restrain Yuan Hong, as more and more Western believers joined. At this moment, the promotion was successful, and Yuan Hong was squeezed from high altitude to the ground. No, not the ground, but the ocean. Below them was the ocean.

"What other trump cards does he have, and why can he be so calm now?"

Everyone was very puzzled as to why Nezha was so calm. They were facing the entire Western Sect.

This is not a simple Great Luo Jinxian, nor is it the worst Western sect, but a Western sect that has been blessed by the disciples of the Jie sect and whose entity has been greatly enhanced. Even if there is no group of quasi-sages as the backbone, the Western sect is connected at this moment. , and also possesses a strength comparable to that of a Quasi-Saint. This is the strength of a Quasi-Saint.

Why has Emperor Ziwei’s faith not wavered?

"Nezha."

Yuan Hong's feet touched the sea surface, and his body continued to be suppressed by the Heaven-turning Seal.

"Wait a minute, don't show your real skills." Nezha said, "Let me see what other skills these Western bald guys have."