Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Hu Yan Wang's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and finally he looked hard and pointed his thick finger at Li Wudao, "Can Jian, kill him!"

Canjian, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky above the underground palace at a 45-degree angle. A red light flashed in his empty eyes. The next moment, he moved!

"Can Jian, don't...!"

Zuo Dao roared and vomited out another mouthful of old blood.

Can Jian turned a deaf ear and leaped three feet high, arriving in front of Li Wudao in an instant. King Hu Yan narrowed his eyes, feeling faintly nervous.

This was his test. According to the behavior of this self-proclaimed immortal before his existence, he would definitely be cut in two with a sword. However, what happened next shocked everyone, and they finally knew what inviolability of immortal power meant!

Can Jian, whose body was hanging in the air, made several gestures to draw the sword, but the hand holding the sword seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible hand. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull out the sword.

Then, like a puppet on strings, it formed a large character in the air. It can be seen from Can Jian's ferocious expression that he is definitely passive.

What kind of immortal method is this!

Li Wudao looked at Can Jian indifferently, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Is this the strength of the ghost general? At this moment, there was another scene in his eyes.

Liu Rumeng's spreading long hair tied Can Jian's limbs and fixed him in the air. He had no doubt that if Liu Rumeng exerted his strength, Can Jian could be dismantled in an instant.

Sixth-level warriors are already invincible to ordinary warriors, but in front of ghost generals, they are as fragile as paper.

"You should be beaten if you dare to offend the immortal power." Li Wudao said lightly. Liu Rumeng understood, smiled sweetly, controlled Can Jian's hands with his long hair, and slapped Can Jian's face with two big blows.

Can Jian struggled even more violently, but like a cricket shaking a tree, it was difficult to escape from the restraints of his long hair.

"A pig-killer dares to call himself the King of Hell. What a fool. You are really a fool!" Li Wudao looked at King Hu with a scornful expression with contempt.

Li Wudao had done some research. Thirty years ago, King Hu of Hell was just a butcher who killed pigs and sold meat in the west of Qingtian County. After his sudden rise, he called himself King of Hell, and no one dared to call Hu Lai by his name anymore.

Hearing the name Hu Lai again today, Hu Yanwang felt as if he was in another world.

If it hadn't been for that night, maybe he would still be an ordinary pig butcher today...

"No! I am the King of Hell, the master of the entire Qingtian County, and I have the power of life and death for everyone!" The painting style suddenly changed, and King Hu Hell roared ferociously, and hundreds of blood worms poured out. The target was Wen Renzheng. Yang and Zuodao everyone.

He said the most awesome things but did the most cowardly things. Hu Yanwang was already preparing to run away.

The person in front of me may be a real Immortal Immortal. Otherwise, how can we explain this incredible air control? Damn it! This immortal is really fucking stupid. He even pretended to be an ordinary person before and beat him to pieces. What kind of bad taste is this?

"Xiaomeng, it's up to you!" Li Wudao sent a message to Liu Rumeng. Liu Rumeng smiled sweetly again, and her long hair grew like wild grass, instantly wrapping all the bugs in it.

In everyone's eyes, hundreds of weird bugs seemed to be blocked by invisible space barriers, running rampant inside like headless flies.

"If there are any other moves, use them all." Li Wudao smiled contemptuously and looked at Hu Yanwang as if he were looking at a dying ant. Maybe he had been aggrieved for too long. Maybe he was holding the title of immortal, but He has always been an unkillable warrior. In short, with Liu Rumeng's assistance, Li Wudao got his first taste of becoming a strong man.

Even Li Wudao himself didn't notice that his heart was quietly changing.

What other moves can King Hu Yan have? Bloodworm attacks are ineffective. Now the only option is to fuse with the bloodworm.

Densely packed blood worms integrated into his body, his muscles bulged, and strange tattoos appeared again. King Hu Yan decided to fight to the death. Without the blessing of the blood worms, King Hu Yan quickly fell to the ground. After stepping into a deep pit on the ground, he was like an arrow leaving the string. , punching the immortal floating in the air.

Li Wudao still had a calm face, slowly stretched out a hand, and quickly brought his fingers together.

"Bang bang bang!" King Hu Yan's body shrank rapidly and was tied into a rice dumpling shape by his invisible long hair. Li Wudao walked forward slowly in the air, came to King Hu Yan, and said with a slight smile: "Tell me your secret."

King Hu Yan looked desperate. With the help of the Blood Soul Technique, he had broken through the barriers of warriors and entered the ranks of monks.

Who would have thought that the day he succeeded would be the day he failed. A damn Immortal Immortal would appear out of nowhere. Isn't this guy just a legend in Tianyuan Continent?

I actually went out of the mountain just for him...

"Bah!" A mouthful of thick phlegm sprayed into Li Wudao's face. Fortunately, Li Wudao was well prepared and was able to avoid it.

Li Wudao was still calm, but Liu Rumeng's eyes were filled with ice. No one could treat her master like this. An invisible hand inserted into Hu Yan Wang's forehead.

King Hu Yan only felt his body shake, and it was freezing to the bone. When Liu Rumeng pulled out a strand of soul, King Hu Yan's entire body went limp. At the same time, Can Jian's eyes, which were still struggling, gradually regained their luster.

"Master Wenren, take your people and leave." Li Wudao looked at Wenren Zhengyang, and at the same time motioned Liu Rumeng to throw the broken sword over.

Can Jian turned over and landed on the ground, looking at Li Wudao blankly. Isn't this the boy who asked him to help kill people before? Why is it suspended in the air with such a transcendent temperament?

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life." Wenren Zhengyang bowed his hands and saluted. Can Jian wanted to ask a few more questions, but Zuo Dao was forced to cover his mouth as he struggled to get up. He was afraid that Can Jian would say something that would make the Immortal angry.

This immortal's behavior was so weird. He was obviously so powerful, but when he killed the woman on the upper level, he strangled her neck like a street gangster.

I saw four people leaving one after another.

"Xiaomeng, let's go down." After landing, Li Wudao's calm and composed face gradually became fierce. He stared at the soul struggling in Liu Rumeng's hands and said: "Xiaomeng, put his soul back."

Liu Rumeng didn't hesitate at all. It didn't matter what the master wanted to do, as long as he was happy.

After the soul entered the body, King Hu Yan's drooping body regained its vitality. He looked at Li Wudao with frightened eyes, "Immortal, spare your life..."

The moment his soul left his body, he saw clearly that this immortal actually had a female ghost.

"You just spat at me!" Li Wudao grimaced and began to search on the ground. Soon, he found half of the broken sword. Without any hesitation, the broken sword continued to stab Hu Yan Wang's chest, "Clang, clang, clang!" There was a sound of acid metal collision, and half of the sword collapsed, leaving only the hilt.

King Hu Yan looked confused. Could this immortal be crazy? He wanted to stab himself to death with an ordinary long sword?

"Bah!!" A lump of saliva smeared on Hu Yan Wang's face, and Li Wudao's expression softened slightly, "Xiaomeng, it's up to you!"