This mountain god seal is naturally genuine, but it is not the mountain god seal of Wulang Mountain.

I tried my best to keep my expression flawless, not even my heartbeat.

Although Wei Rubing's condition was a little worse, it was not to the point of being seriously injured, but he was sealed and cultivated, which was a little uncomfortable.

When I unsealed Wei Rubing's body, Wei Rubing quickly returned to normal.

But at this time, Mr. Fu, who turned around and didn't know what to do, turned back to his body.

"Very well, guys, you are all very guts. ”

At this time, Mr. Fu looked a little crazy, and the murderous intent on his body was not hidden at the moment.

"I wanted to let you go, but you people just don't appreciate it, since that's the case, then I have to send you on your way!"

Mr. Fu said, his body immediately changed, and in an instant, he had changed from an ordinary middle-aged image to a strange man with a height of more than three meters and a bull's head.

At this time, Mr. Fu no longer had the face of a middle-aged man, and he had a black three-strand steel fork in his hand.

If I hadn't seen the bull-headed yin handsome in the cow picture horse face, I would think that this was the genuine bull-headed yin handsome.

Among the underworld, the bull head and horse face are not unique, and they naturally can't find a second one, but they have some of their kind.

The bull head I know is naturally the strongest in the clan, but that doesn't mean that the other bull heads are not as strong as the others.

In fact, the bull head in front of him is much higher than us in cultivating the Tao.

Fighting across a large realm is very difficult in itself, and there are also a lot of subordinates brought by Mr. Fu, so this battle will be very difficult to fight.

Especially in order to change Wei Rubing back, we had to go to the place prepared by others in advance, which is even more disadvantageous to us.

"Kill you, I also have a way to get the answer from your primordial spirit, so, please die!"

Mr. Fu roared angrily, and his feet... Two large hooves slammed into the ground, cobweb-like lines exploding under his hooves.

Fortunately, Mr. Fuku's cultivation is much worse than that of the monster in the mythical story of the Inspiration King.

I raised my hand and sacrificed the Wakaki sword, and then released my dharma form.

A divine tree full of flames appeared behind me, a move that was my signature move in the past, and it is the same now.

After the Fumu Law appeared, the aura between heaven and earth was suddenly attracted by me, and the aura between heaven and earth was already thin before, and the power of my spell was naturally not strong enough.

Now it was much better than before, and the sword shone brightly, and golden dragons flew out of my palms, crashing into the heads of the bulls that were rushing one after another.

With a roar, the three Soul Eater Forks in his hand were violently shaken apart, but the Wakaki Sword fell from the air to the ground.

Obviously, when it comes to real strength, I still can't compare to this guy.

But the fact that I was able to flick Mr. Fu's magic weapon away shows that I am not without the power to fight back under his men.

This fact made my heart flutter.

For a long time, I've been plagued by monsters like the King of Inspiration and the Squirrel Yellow.

Of course, there is also the credit of the Dingguang Buddha and the last sect master of the Royal Beast Sect, Yuan Yuanzi.

In short, in front of them, the strength of us cultivators is completely inadequate.

Of course, that includes me.

Despite all the reasons, I managed to survive, and even lived quite well.

But I'm not really pinched out of the mud, and besides, the clay figurines are still three points of fire.

In fact, I had been breathing in my heart until I came here this time.

Now this Mr. Fu is just right to be my opponent.

Mr. Fu's blow failed to make a difference, so he had to fall to the ground with a muffled sound, and stepped out of the ground several large holes.

"There are really two hits, Ah Fu, I have cleaned up so many bugs, and you are considered a big one among these bugs!"

Mr. Fu's bullish face squeezed out an extremely ugly, coupled with a rather unnatural countenance.

This dignity can naturally stop children from crying at night.

Although the two bull heads I've seen now are similar in appearance, the two of them give me a very different feeling.

The bull head is in the Yin Si Difu, so naturally it can't be regarded as full of righteousness, but it doesn't make people feel awe-inspiring, on the contrary, it feels very natural.

Now this Mr. Fu is different, he is more like a monster than the bull head I know.

After Mr. Fu roared, he pounced again, and the three Soul Eater Forks in his hand were raised high.

The moment he aimed the black three-strand fork at me, I immediately felt a pang of weakness in my body.

The word frailty is not a good word to describe my current state, because my body has not become weak, but my soul has a faint feeling of detachment from my body.

I feel this way, let alone ordinary people.

If I were an ordinary person, I am afraid that as soon as the enemy on the other side raised his weapon, my soul would fly out on its own.

This is definitely a very powerful treasure, and the strange thing is that Mr. Fu has such a treasure in his hand, and the genuine bull head Yin Shuai I know has nothing good on him.

Mr. Fu took advantage of my momentary distraction and rushed over by seizing the flaw.

The most important thing for an existence like Mr. Fuku is not to let them get close.

Although I have practiced the exercises of refining the body, and I have also entered the realm a little, after all, the time is still short, and I can't do it to fight with the bull's head.

But by the time I stabilized my soul, Mr. Fu had already rushed up.

All I could do was sacrifice the tortoise shell and retreat into the distance.

If the South Wind Bead was still in my hand, I would have a good chance of dodging it, but now I have to do that.

With a roar, the divine tortoise shell that exuded the brilliance of the blue water flew out and flew backwards dozens of meters away with me.

There is still some use in practicing the body cultivation method, at least when I can't use my mana in this short period of time, those tree trunks and branches behind me, as well as some stones, won't knock me to death.

I had just stopped, my body embedded in the mountain, and at that moment, Mr. Fu rushed up with a bloody aura.

I secretly checked the turtle shell, and when it passed, there was a crack in the turtle shell.

It is estimated that after two more blocks, this divine tortoise shell will shatter again.

At this life-and-death juncture, I didn't panic, but summoned back the Wakaki Sword that had fallen to the ground.

Then, I swung the mana up and down Zhou's body, and the almost extinguished mana behind me rose again.

Fighting again, the odds of winning are still not great, I was still firmly suppressed by Mr. Fu, let alone defeating him, even if it was a draw, it would not be easy.

(End of chapter)