Montenegro was frightened, and shouted frantically: "Stop, I'll give you a first-class medal, let you pass the level, quickly collect the supernatural powers." ”

Zhao Ping laughed.

"It's late, I'm ruined today with this iron tree. ”

Zhao Ping picked up the iron stump beside him, jumped up, and uprooted the iron tree alive.

At this time, the root system of the iron tree had already been burned by the white fire, and it no longer had its vitality, and it was impossible to survive after being dragged out of the ground by Zhao Ping like this.

Seeing that his Iron Tree Hell was about to be destroyed by Zhao Ping, Montenegro scolded, "Stinky boy, you destroy my hell, I'm not done with you."

Zhao Ping snorted coldly, why do you still have feelings for this hell, let me tell you, you have to thank me today, otherwise you will be trapped in this hell forever as some kind of bullshit guard.

"Shit, what do you stinky boy know, I have been guarding the Iron Tree Hell for three thousand years, and I have never left here for a single step, I have already fused with the Iron Tree, the Iron Tree is immortal, I will live forever, and now you destroy the Iron Tree to cut off my life, I have to pull you to be buried with me." ”

Zhao Ping stretched out his hand domineeringly, and the iron tree that he uprooted was like a long stick, pointing directly at the Black Mountain.

"If you have the ability, come and take my life. ”

Black Mountain took off his black robe angrily, revealing a completely tree-like body inside, and the meridians were like dead branches, intertwined to form his limbs, moving slightly, and his form was distorted, terrifying.

"Damn, look at my Black Mountain ghost way, devouring the starry sky!"

Black Mountain grew its mouth, and a black mist surged out, mixed with a terrible roar, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, covering the sky and the sun.

With the continuous upward rush of black gas, a monstrous dark cloud was condensed, and tens of millions of lonely souls and wild ghosts could be faintly seen wandering in the dark clouds.

Zhao Ping was taken aback, this black robe didn't suck the souls of the people who had died over the years, otherwise where did such a big resentment come from.

The black dark cloud finally accumulated enough energy, and like a cannonball, it rumbled into Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping did not show weakness, the white mist all over his body stirred, and the sword light gathered around his body extremely quickly, forming a white dragon.

In an instant, the black clouds pressed over, Zhao Ping rose to the challenge, and thousands of white stegosaurus, whistling with an endless dragon groan, had a head-on impact with the black clouds.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth shook, and the sound of a violent explosion resounded throughout the eighteenth layer of hell, and the Iron Tree Hell instantly collapsed and ceased to exist.

It stands to reason that it is impossible to have an impact between hells, but the peak duel between Zhao Ping and Black Mountain not only shook the Iron Tree Hell, but also opened the door to the next hell.

It can be seen that this is a terrifying force to do.

The most violent explosion was followed by a small explosion that was heard endlessly, and after the collision of the white dragon and the black cloud, they were both halved by half.

And Zhao Ping also fell into the black clouds and had a hand-to-hand fight with the black mountain in it.

Black Mountain's body has been transformed by the iron tree for thousands of years, and it is very strong, no matter how Zhao Ping beats him with the iron stump, he is fine.

On the other hand, the tentacles of the black mountain like the branches of an iron tree struck Zhao Ping's body, bringing out some blood every time.

He also has the ability to repair faster than the injury in Zhao Ping.

After a few hundred rounds, both Zhao Ping and Montenegro found that they could not completely kill each other.

"Boy, your body is tough enough, being whipped by my iron branch can not only resist for so long, but also recover so quickly. ”

Zhao Ping looked at the iron stump in his hand, which was originally hugged by five or six people, and only a pile of residue was left after being beaten.

dropped his hand casually, and said with a smile: "What kind of iron tree are you, it's useless after a few hits, it's better to fight with a-stirring stick." ”

The black robe gritted his teeth and looked at Zhao Ping, you actually compared my iron tree to a shit-stirring stick, you are really damned.

I'm telling you, the true Iron Tree Essence has fused with me, and the Iron Stump you're holding is nothing more than rotten wood.

I see, no wonder you are so weak, okay, since you said that you are an iron tree, then I will destroy you.

Don't be ashamed, you and I are indestructible, and you can't get up to me at all.

I want to see if your invincibility is without fire and fire under my white life.

Montenegro exclaimed, "You actually want to set a fire? Where did you come from such a big fire..."

As soon as Montenegro heard that Zhao Ping was about to set fire again, he hurriedly slipped away, he had seen how powerful Zhao Ping's white fire was.

But he clearly underestimated Zhao Ping's firepower.

He turned around and ran out of the edge of the black cloud, thinking that he could dodge Zhao Ping Zhao Ping's white fire, but he never thought that a white fire dragon would entangle him.

The white flames ferociously began to devour Black Mountain's body.

"Ahh It's so uncomfortable..."

The merciless white fire didn't care about Montenegro's wails at all, and soon burned him into a cloud of black ash.

By the time Zhao Ping arrived, the black mountain was already dead, and the boundless black cloud was still there.

Zhao Ping frowned, this black cloud is the soul that has been killed by the Iron Tree Hell for thousands of years, if it is left unchecked, it will definitely have endless troubles.

But with so many unjust souls, Zhao Ping purified them one by one, how much time would it take.

Just when Zhao Ping was at a loss, he found that there was a section of wooden stick that had not been burned in the black ash after being burned in Montenegro.

Zhao Ping waved his hand, and the black ash dispersed, revealing the black stick.

With a move of his hand, the black stick fell into Zhao Ping's hand.

The black stick is arm-long, pitch black, and has streamlined wood patterns on the surface.

It has a metallic texture in the palm of his hand, and it is very hard, Zhao Ping is curious, what is this wooden stick, how can it still exist under his own white fire, and it has not been burned.

Suddenly, Mu Qingwan's voice came to his mind.

Zhao Ping, look at the good things you did, why did you serve my Iron Tree Hell even to the pot.

Mu Qingwan was obviously very annoyed when she saw her hell destroyed.

Zhao Pingyi said righteously.

Hell is treacherous, if it is not destroyed, will it still remain, anyway, I will take care of it in the future, this system of using the eighteenth layer of hell to select the president has to be changed, it is really inhumane.

Mu Qingwan said with annoyance, do you know how much thought this hell has taken me, you say that it will be ruined, it is really angry with me, I should not have brought you here if I knew it.

Zhao Ping coughed and said majestically: "Mu Qingwan, I can tell you that to be my Zhao Ping's wife, you have to be outside my lord, you are inside the lord, and you don't have to worry about the affairs of the eighteenth layer of hell in the future." ”

Mu Qingwan was stunned, she didn't expect Zhao Ping to be so domineering, it was really ...... It's really...

I love it so much...

Mu Qingwan's painting style changed, and she flattered: "Zhao Ping, hello man... It's the first time in so many years that I've been dominated by a man like this, so I feel safe..."

Zhao Ping was taken aback, Mu Qingwan, are you okay, how do I feel that you are sending... Wave... this

Zhao Ping and Mu Qingwan's souls fused, Zhao Ping couldn't see Mu Qingwan's body, but he could clearly feel her emotional changes.

Mu Qingwan said shyly: "Don't say it... I'm going to blush and my heart is racing..."

Zhao Ping was dumbfounded, could it be that this is Mu Qingwan's correct way to open it!?

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