A wisp of yellow mud is a tie, which is attached to an astonishing number of heaven and earth aura, hundreds of wisps of yellow mud, starting from every corner, obeying the orders of the fat Taoist, falling on the fist of the golden cicada, turning into a tie one by one, as if wrapping countless layers of gauze around his fist, old, with pus traces, yellow gauze, the fat Taoist uses the "binding" character, and the yellow mud in the trench is his symbol.

The golden cicada instantly felt that his fist smashed into a piece of loess, the loess was bottomless, and it was faintly flowing below, and the terrifying force was tearing his hand, tearing and bringing pain, he was not afraid, but more sober.

He let out a low roar, his fist was released, and his five fingers slashed out like five scimitars, and with his unparalleled strength, he actually cut through the countless layers of yellow mud bound to his fist!

The fat Taoist watched the yellow mud gradually break, his expression remained unchanged, and he raised his right hand and wrote a few strokes.

And then.

The fist of the golden cicada......

End.

The end of the fist does not mean that the momentum is gone!

Jin Chanzi was unwilling to be stopped like this, so he forcibly broke the binding character, and after gaining freedom, for the first time, he took a heavy step forward again, stepped on the ground one step, and with the power of heaven and earth, he made another punch, still a simple punch, and slammed into the face of the fat Taoist.

What he pursues is very simple, what he wants is very simple, he didn't expect this punch to defeat the fat Taoist, and he didn't even think that he could hurt the other party, he just hoped that the fat Taoist could be hard-connected, as long as the fat-roaded person chose to hard-connect, he had a way.

The fat Taoist still didn't catch hard, the second punch of the golden cicada was the second talisman he wrote, when he wrote this talisman, he was not looking at the fist of the golden cicada, or the vast world in the tomb, and at the same time the fat Taoist stomped under his feet, and a trench appeared, this trench was dug very regularly, two horizontally and vertically, if you look down from the sky, it just constitutes a word, "well"!

The fat Taoist looked at the long trench and wrote out the very simple "well" character, Jin Cicada was extremely keen to the changes in the aura of heaven and earth, although he did not understand the runway, but he instantly sensed the changes between heaven and earth, and his face suddenly changed drastically, in the face of such a terrifying and sharp rune, where did he dare to continue to punch.

A loud shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, and he took a very difficult step, crushing all the mud paths under his feet, and giving back all the accumulated strength to the earth, before he could withdraw his fists, and then hide his face deadly!

Fat Dao people may still have some slight gaps in their cognition of Fu Dao, but when it comes to the depth of Fu Dao cultivation, they have already come to the same place, although the realm of the golden cicada is very good, at this time, they can only seek self-protection first.

Self-preservation, he can only use his own body to save his life, and in the trench at this moment, there is nothing more worthy of his trust and stronger than his body.

The wind was flying in the trench, the yellow mud was fluttering all over the sky, and the figure of the golden cicada was gradually being swallowed, as if it would fall at any time, but it never fell, and his fists actually blocked most of the runes.

I don't know how long it took, the meaning of the well character and the infinite heaven and earth aura finally gradually dissipated between heaven and earth, the yellow mud gradually fell, the wind was not there, the golden cicada slowly let go of his fists, and looked at the fat Taoist again.

His body was covered with terrifying wounds, countless blood flowed like a waterfall, his toughest fists were already white bones, it was terrifying to look at, his most proud and confident body, broken, his last life-saving object, had been blown away by the wind, but he was still alive after all, as long as he lived, he could win.

"You are strong, your talisman is even stronger!" Jin Chanzi stared at the fat Taoist, the darkness on his face had long been smeared with blood as violent and cruel, his eyes were full of wolf-like cold light, and endless killing intent: "It's a pity that you still can't kill me...... Although I don't know how you saw through my back moves, so you still refuse to take my punch, but I want to know even more, such a powerful talisman has not been able to kill me, what else can you do except take my fist that has been blessed by the talisman?"

Jin Chanzi's description at this time was very miserable, but his tone was like a real victor, he looked at the fat Taoist, and did not hide his killing intent and contempt, just like looking at the old beast that was about to die.

"You forgot. The fat Taoist smiled: "I'm a fat Taoist with endless means?"

The golden cicada grinned, the smile was very cruel, and said, "Yes, I want to see what means a tomb robber can have to resist me!" After saying this, he raised his fist again, his fist was bleeding, and under the clouds, Sen Ran's white bones looked particularly terrifying, and he gathered all his strength into this fist.

The fat Taoist stretched out his right hand and wrote a word again in the trench, this word is simpler, simpler than the word "well", only half of the strokes, half of the word tic-tac-toe, can only be a "two" character, he wrote a "two" character, two unimaginably powerful symbols, suddenly enveloped the entire trench, and even spread outside the trench.

Outside the trench, the Hundred Treasure Sword Monarch who was fleeing, the entangled Wanling Gongzi, and even Lin Tian suddenly found that the weapons on their bodies began to collide in the sheath, and the two runes were both killing intent.

Jin Chanzi's face became extremely ugly, because he smelled the smell of death, he couldn't imagine that the fat Daoist had a more powerful means, and he couldn't even tell if it was a talisman or a killing intent!

He let out an angry and unwilling howl, and was forced to retract his fists again, bursting out of the heaven and earth breath stored in his body, and retreated wildly towards the rear, just hoping to leave the range of these two runes, however, the two characters of the fat Taoist man had already shrouded the entire trench, where could he escape?

The wind made another blow, the golden cicada let out a painful and bewildered cry, the clothes on his body were torn apart, and then the skin began to shatter, and the blood that had just stopped poured out of his body violently again, he no longer swept back, covering his face with his fists, and struggling to support himself in the wind.

The fat man finally moved, swept forward, the small but sharp fist fell towards the golden cicada's body like a storm, the wind was quiet and the sand fell, the black cloud also dissipated without a trace, the sun fell on the trench again, the blue sky returned to people's field of vision, quiet and pleasant, the straightest and longest dirt road in the trench, there was an extra pit.

The golden cicada was lying at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, full of stubble stabbing out of the body, already dying, looking extremely miserable, if the fat Taoist did not keep his hand, maybe he would have died, the fat Taoist slowly straightened up, his chest rose and fell slightly, his right hand trembled slightly, his face was slightly pale, but his expression was as calm as before, just like the person who blasted out three hundred punches in a flash just now, it was not him at all.

The continuous thunder heard by the Hundred Treasure Daojun who had fled outside the trench earlier was the sound of his fist falling on the golden cicada, the golden cicada coughed twice in pain, blood overflowed the corners of his lips, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the fat Taoist, his eyes were full of confusion and fear, or in order to hide this emotion, and finally turned into some kind of contempt.

He was very unwilling, because he still had a lot of means that he hadn't shown, so he used his eyes to mock the fat Taoist, and in the end, you still didn't dare to take my fist, Jin Chanzi knew that the fat Taoist was powerful, and he didn't think that he could defeat the fat Taoist, but as long as his goal could be achieved, it was enough, but the fat Taoist won so lightly, of course, it was greatly unexpected by him.

The fat Taoist was too lazy to speak, he didn't dare to take the golden cicada's fist, but he didn't need to take it hard, and he didn't bother to pick it up, just like at this time, he didn't want to explain, but he didn't bother to explain, what he wanted to explain was another thing: "You said that you were very good at fighting, and I would beat you to death." ”

He looked at the dying golden cicada and said, "I know it's cruel, but you high-ranking people don't have the word cruelty in the first place, so it doesn't matter, I just want your companions who are still alive to be more afraid." "Yes, a lot of people are scared at this time, trembling with fear.

The Hundred Treasure Sword Monarch outside the trench trembled and desperately fled, wanting to escape from here, the faster the better, the farther the better, the Hundred Treasure Sword Monarch trembled so much that he didn't dare to move, the thunderous sound of the fist falling in the wind and sand had already made him cover his ears in horror, no one would have thought that this battle would have such an ending.

In the heart of the Hundred Treasure Daojun, Jin Chanzi is a representative disciple of Western Buddhism, the most elite person of Fu Dao, and an almost undefeated master, how could he be beaten by a fat Taoist like a dog.

I don't know if it was before he died, Jin Chanzi finally figured out something, his eyes quickly became dim, and there was unwillingness, sadness, anger, and despair in the depths of the gloom, because in this battle, the gap between him and the fat Dao man was too big, so big that it couldn't be closed at all, so big that it was desperate, even if he did it again, he couldn't see any possibility of victory.

"Why...... before he died, let him speak, he looked blankly at the blue sky, and muttered, "Why...... Why ......" Jin Chanzi is proud and confident, because he firmly believes that his strength is loud, he firmly believes that he will not fail, this is something that cannot happen.

However, in front of the fat Taoist, this incident happened as a matter of course, why?

"Because I'm better than you. The fat Daoist looked at him and said, "The benefits of tomb robbery are something that people like you can never imagine, just like ordinary people can never imagine the life of your top power disciples." ”

Then the golden cicada died.

With his death, the disciples of the five top forces who had just been sent in also died one after another, and all of them were killed by the fat Dao people.

Among them, Wan Ling Gongzi resisted the most violently, and was directly smashed into meat paste by the fat Taoist.

"Next, we have big trouble, big big trouble. Solve all the problems, Fat Daocai said with emotion.