Reborn Zombie Supreme

Li Jing and the other immortals were hurrying on their way in the clouds, but the exquisite pagoda they were holding in their hands shook violently.

"Click!"

The exquisite pagoda looks like a porcelain bowl poured with hot oil in winter, cracking with cracks.

"No!" Li Jing shouted, as if holding hot coals in his hand, he quickly threw the Linglong Pagoda out.

The pagoda broke away from Li Jing's hand and grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a height of thirty feet. However, the pagoda showed no intention of stopping and was still rising.

At forty feet, the pagoda was already covered with cracks.

Forty-five feet!

boom!

The exquisite pagoda was exploded and exploded into pieces, and the heavenly soldiers and generals were even opened up by the air wave generated by the explosion of the magic weapon.

In the explosion, a huge figure stepped out and grew rapidly from forty-five feet to more than one hundred feet tall.

"No, the traitor has escaped!"

After all, Li Jing spoke a step too late. He Cheng, who escaped from the exquisite pagoda, raised his hand to fish it out, grabbed the nearest Arhat, and threw it into his mouth like eating jelly beans.

"Nineteen more to go!"

He lowered his head, spoke slowly, opened his bloody mouth, and burst out a fire. The flames gathered into a sea, and in the blink of an eye, the sky in the main film was burned red.

The third bloody eye between the eyebrows is like a crack in the sky. The gods and Buddhas who are seen are all chilled in their hearts, as if they are being watched by some evil ghost in the abyss.

Facing more than fifty immortals, He Cheng would naturally not hide his clumsiness.

"The rebel demon has escaped. Please take action, all Arhats." Li Jing raised his hands to the Arhats and said loudly.

"Amitabha"

The Arhats chanted "Amitabha" in unison, turned around and turned into balls of Buddha light, hitting He Cheng.

Forty-nine Arhats took action together, and the color of the world changed in an instant.

The golden light of the Buddha's Dharma was like a violent thunderstorm, bombarding He Cheng's body without a moment's pause. His body that was a hundred feet tall was also hit by this palm, and was knocked back.

One side of the body was instantly mutilated with blood and flesh.

However, there was a flash of blood, and the injuries suffered were healed in an instant.

There was an Arhat with long eyebrows. He raised his three-foot-long white eyebrows with his left and right index fingers. He flew in front of He Cheng, shook his two fingers gently, and his eyebrows instantly grew twenty or thirty feet long, like a long whip, and "snapped" on He Cheng's face. !" "Pa!" He slapped hard, leaving blood marks.

The long-legged Arhat raised his foot and kicked, one leg suddenly became forty or fifty feet long, as slender as a bamboo pole, and kicked on He Cheng's chin, making He Cheng's already swaying body tilt even further.

The sleeping arhat yawned, raised his fists above his head, hit He Cheng's chest like a bull, and punched him even more.

Forty-nine Arhats, you move and I kick. The second wave of attacks is more rapid than the first wave. In their eyes, the hundred-foot-tall figure is just a big target.

Each one used his full strength in his hands.

Blood blossoms exploded on He Cheng's body again, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened, shooting out a golden thread.

puff!

The Arhat raised his eyebrows that turned into long whips. His head tilted and rolled down from his neck.

With the eyes between the eyebrows, wherever you look, you will see an Arhat dying with his head cut off.

He Cheng's hands and feet were not idle either. The drought and heat all over his body perfectly combined with the heat of the Flame Mountain. When he waved his hands and feet, strong winds blew in and the fire swept over him. The heavenly soldiers and generals who were standing aside watching the show were not spared and were burned through by the fire. , another four to five hundred died in the blink of an eye.

There are back and forth between the two sides, and it is difficult to determine the outcome.

"Father, let me go up and fight with him." Nezha shook the spear in his hand, Hongying swayed with the fire wind, looking at He Cheng full of fighting spirit.

This battle was not only what he had been waiting for in his heart, but also to avenge the death of Erlang Shen.

"These are dozens of Arhats. They have a way of fighting together. If you go to help, you will only be doing a disservice!" Li Jing quickly grabbed Nezha. Forty or fifty Arhats besieged He Cheng, and they were inextricable from each other.

Even if he rushes forward, he will only die.

He Cheng was indeed killing people. He was as tall as a mountain. When one fell, his single finger was like a huge stone pillar, and his giant palm was like the sky falling. He instantly enveloped twenty or thirty Arhats.

The Arhats each used their magical powers to escape, and the gods soared into the clouds and mist. It was not difficult to avoid He Chengyi's palm.

The strange thing is that he seems to be holding several high mountains in his palms, and dragon shadows can be seen circling and swooping outside his arms. When a palm falls, four or five arhats who have only broken through the realm of immortals are enveloped, and they are pressed by the momentum to break free. not open.

Just relying on pure "power" makes it impossible for mana to escape.

The power of the six dragons, mixed with the power of moving mountains and unloading mountains, fell down. Seeing that they could not escape, the five Arhats looked at each other and nodded, using their own magical powers and pouring in their own mana crazily.

The magic power of the five immortals pulled the strong wind under He Cheng's palm, and the wind and clouds surged in the dark sky. Even if a hundred-foot mountain fell from above, the magic power of the five Arhats could easily blast it into pieces!

However, under He Cheng's palm, the color of the sky and the earth changed, but outside his palm, it was sunny and windy. There were only plagues all over the sky, red-hot white clouds, and a boiling sky.

Outside the palm, inside the palm, two worlds with clear boundaries.

Boom!

The golden blood exploded, killing five Arhats with one palm!

The air waves pushed down the meteors and fire rain all over the sky, hitting the Flame Mountain below. It actually extinguished the mountain fire in the Flame Mountain, and it took two or three breaths to rekindle it.

The simple strength was actually no weaker than the wind brought by gently shaking the banana fan, and it almost extinguished the Flame Mountain.

When He Cheng acted, the other Arhats were not watching the show.

Naturally, the living meat target could not escape a burst of punches and kicks, and the body defense of the Drought Demon could not withstand the joint attack of forty or fifty Arhats. In the end, it was like window paper, which could be easily pierced with a stick.

All the Arhats joined forces and attacked together. An arm thirty to forty feet long was cut off by its roots, fell from the seventh heaven, and smashed into the mortal world.

The residents of the Flame Mountain only saw an arm as long as a mountain falling from the sky, crushing a corner of the Flame Mountain.

The ground shook violently within dozens of miles, and the earthquake was felt within a hundred miles!

He Cheng, who had only one arm left, raised his palm, grabbed it forward, and quickly pinched an Arhat, pinching his five fingers inside.

Who would have thought that the Arhat's golden body was strong and his hands and feet were made of gold and iron, so he cut off the thumb of He Cheng's right hand and jumped out.

Arhat's body was covered with golden light. He held his knife in his hand and turned into golden light and headed straight towards He Cheng.

bass--

The golden thread passed by, and a cut was made in He Cheng's neck.

But it healed in an instant, and the golden-bodied Arhat looked solemnly. When he turned his head again, he suddenly found that a darkness had enveloped him.

Snapped!

He Cheng's re-grown arm took advantage of his unpreparedness and slapped the golden Arhat into mincemeat.

Spread out your palms several feet wide, and there is only a trace of inconspicuous golden blood in the palm...

The two sides fought in darkness, and the battle continued to lengthen as the sun rose in the east and set in the west. Flames filled the sky, and the golden light fought against them. The battle continued for several days.

From the gods in the Nine Heavens to the eighteen levels of hell, ghosts cry and gods howl.

Only eight of the Fifty Heavenly Immortal Realm Arhats who came to kill fiercely were killed. The heavenly soldiers and generals who were watching the theater were even affected in the war and were completely wiped out. Only Li Jing, Nezha and the Giant Spirit God were left as representatives of the heavenly forces. .

And He Cheng's appearance was not in perfect condition at this time. Both arms were cut off at the root, and a small mountain of hard flesh was cut off from his right leg.

However, all the gods present knew that no matter how miserable he looked, everything was only temporary.

Just like a few days ago, he would be like before again and take the life of an Arhat.

He Cheng's celestial eye scanned again, and the remaining eight Arhats were also being hunted down like bereaved dogs, and were about to be annihilated.

Julingshen and Li Jing, Nezha and his son were watching the battle, their hearts pounding. They no longer had the illusion that "I am only one step behind him".