Before Elsie or the others could react, the Great Brahma, who was emitting golden light, used his qi to pull out the king's flaming silver spear, and was about to take a look, when the flaming silver spear turned into green smoke and returned to the king's hands.

The Great Brahma shook his head again and again, his face was full of bitterness, and the big hole in his chest that had been pierced by a shot was actually healing automatically, and the golden light of the Dao was shining, as if the shot just now had not hurt him at all.

"My big heart has been cultivating alone for decades, and one of the Buddha's palms can easily smash any heavily armored tank, but your shot can easily break my Buddha's palm, how did you do it?"

"Is it a divine weapon or a magical power, or a unique secret art?"

Wang Tu shrugged his shoulders, played with the flame silver spear in his hand, and said with a light smile: "If I say that this is a soul weapon, do you believe it?"

"Soul weapons?" Great Brahma pondered for a moment, but did not expect a result.

The Realm Grandmaster can condense qi into a virtual object, the Baodan Heavenly Master can mobilize mana to gather to form a weapon, and the Gangqi Divine Realm can absorb the power of heaven and earth, thus forging a divine weapon.

But even a warlock who specializes in soul has never heard of any weapon that can condense the soul, at most, it is like the peach wood sword of some Taoist priests, attaching a part of the soul divine thought to the weapon, so as to achieve the effect of harming the soul.

As for using the soul to fabricate a weapon, this is not something that no one has tried in history, but in the end, the soul disappeared.

Wang Tu also understands that very few people on the earth can know about it, but if it is placed among all the races in the universe, especially in the realm of cultivating immortals, it is simply something that the rotten streets know, and the most representative of them is the natal magic weapon, which is connected to the user's life and soul.

It's just that the royal disciples are countless grades higher than the natal magic weapon, because they are one, so the royal disciples are handy to use, like waving their arms.

"Ashie, let's go. ”

The king's disciples dispersed the flaming silver spear, put their hands behind their backs, and ignored the great Brahma again, and walked on the void staircase to the door.

"Huh?" said Elsie, who heard the king's call, and came back to his senses.

She was still immersed in the extremely brilliant battle between the king disciple and the Great Brahma just now, and the golden light and the blue light collided with each other, like a miracle.

"White-clothed Heavenly Master, do you want to leave?"

Those who followed Nehru and carried miniature nuclear bombs in their hands stopped the door.

"What, just a few of you, you want to keep me too?" said Wang Tu with a slight frown.

"We can't keep you, but we have enough of this box. ”

The capital they stopped Wang Tu was naturally the miniature nuclear bomb box in his hand, which Wang Tu had detected with his divine sense, and he only needed to press a password button to trigger it instantly.

Presumably, these people are all dead soldiers, and they have long been prepared to die, but the prevention should be that the king's disciples kill the great Brahma.

After all, the Great Brahma is the guardian of a country, and it is one of the few divine realms in the world, if he dies in the hands of the king's disciples like the black-robed Great Witch God, Tianzhu will really be greatly injured.

"Do you believe it or not, if I make a move, you won't even have a chance to press the button?" Wang Tu smiled lightly.

Many dead soldiers who have seen the battle between the king's disciples and the Great Brahma, even if they have undergone special training, can't help but hesitate.

"Get out of the way. Wang Tu said lightly.

Seeing that this group of guys with miniature nuclear bombs blocked the road, Wang Tu turned his head slightly, only to see that the Great Brahma had already stepped in the air, and he had no intention of interfering.

The king disciple was about to leave Tianzhu, and the task of the Great Brahma was completed, so he naturally would not stop it.

But at the moment when Wang Tu turned around, an empty-handed dead man suddenly pulled out a poisonous needle from his hand and stabbed it towards Wang Tu.

This speed was extremely fast, and with lightning speed, it stabbed directly into Wang Tu's body.

Judging from this speed alone, this dead soldier is at least the ability of the early stage of the transformation realm.

As soon as the poisonous needle was settled, the dead man's brows furrowed suddenly, because the silver needle in his hand could not be pierced at all, and the needle contaminated with poison had already stopped on the white skin of the Wang disciple, and if he tried harder, the whole needle was directly broken.

"Using the Transformation Realm Grandmaster to cultivate the dead, this Sarri family's heritage is indeed a little bit. ”

Wang Tu didn't seem to feel it at all, and said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dead man behind him suddenly grabbed his throat, as if he couldn't breathe, and his burly body fell straight down, his body emaciated and withered at an unimaginable speed, and in less than a few seconds, it turned into a dry skeleton visible to the naked eye.

It's the dead man, who couldn't help but gasp when he saw this extremely weird scene.

Wang Tu smiled faintly and wanted to go outside, but those dead soldiers didn't seem to be afraid of death, and stopped in front of Wang Tu one after another, and some even tried to make a move, took out all the guns and weapons they hid, and shot fiercely at Wang Tu.

But the results were all the same, one after another fell, as if the soul and blood had been drained by ghosts.

The Great Brahma saw it in his eyes and didn't stop it, but his mental power expanded, and he saw a figure walking in the distance, and as soon as this person appeared, the Great Brahma frowned slightly.

"Kill Nehru and you still want to leave?"

I saw a man suddenly come up from behind many dead soldiers, he must be angry, he is already an old man, but his back is straight, and the momentum of crossing the battlefield spreads, and he is not at all bound by age.

"The ancestor of the Skrit, did Nehru have such a high level of importance in the family? The Great Brahma muttered to himself.

The generals on the side were also all stunned, they knew that the Great Brahma would definitely come as the guardian of Tianzhu, but they never expected that even this one would be dispatched.

"As one of the ancient families of Tianzhu, the background of Skritsu is unfathomable, especially their ancestor who is still alive today, Nirang, has lived for more than a hundred years, and it is said that he is second only to the great Brahma Tianzhu powerhouse, and he has stepped into the divine realm more than ten years ago!" Ai Xi covered his mouth and whispered.

"In this way, there are nearly three God Realm powerhouses gathered here!"

Don't say how rare the Gangqi Divine Realm is on the earth, it is usually not seen all day long, but today it is three of them, if it spreads, I am afraid that the world will be alarmed.

"Nehru is one of the next successors of my family, although he is not as good as his eldest brother, but he is also an elite talent, but you don't sell face at all, kill him, white-clothed Heavenly Master, do you really think that no one in Tianzhu can cure you?"

"I want to leave, can you stop it?" Wang Tu chuckled.

A god realm powerhouse like Great Brahma can have a slight upper hand, let alone a god realm powerhouse like Nirang, who is next to a realm.

"You're looking for death!"

Nejean's personality was no worse than Nehru's, he was extremely irritable, seeing the body of one of his most precious descendants still lying there, and the dead soldiers that the family had spent a lot of effort to cultivate were killed by the king's disciples in the blink of an eye.

How could Nijean's heart not ache.

"Take my shot!"

Nirang roared, and immediately waved the black mist of the Dao Dao, and the mantra-like mantra of the Dao appeared, extending from the skin of his face all the way to the neck, but unlike the Great Brahma, this incantation appeared with a cursed aura, which was contrary to the Great Brahma.

"Wizard?" the king stared slightly.

"Well, I don't think killing a Nehru is a deterrent enough. ”

"What?" Nirang was condensing the seal, but when he heard the words of the king, he was stunned.

But at this moment, the king pinched the flame silver spear in his hand, and stabbed the spear towards Ni, and the hand fell extremely fast, and the power was not inferior!

For wizards, or all spell cultivators, the biggest flaw and weakness is the time to condense the magic seal, although to the point of the divine realm, can be sealed with a word, but Nijan is now only twenty meters away from the king's disciple, with the speed of the king's disciple, when Nijan has not opened his mouth, it is enough to stab hundreds of shots.

But the king disciple only dropped a shot, and the power of this shot was enough to kill him as a wizard of the god realm.

Seeing this shot coming, Nirang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that the dead soldiers around him were all trying to block the shot of the king, but they were all burned into green smoke in an instant by the flames that came from the silence.

"Bastard!"

Nirang roared violently, and the magic seal in his hand had already formed, and it slammed towards the king's disciples.

This move roared, and it was immediately like countless strange snakes dancing wildly in the air, instantly covering a radius of 100 meters, and the darkness wrapped the king disciple, and the strange snake was also like crazy, its eyes were blood red, and they bit at the king disciple one after another.

This witchcraft is extremely terrifying, once it hits the Dao, it is almost impossible to escape, and it can only be bitten by the strange snake, even if it is the horizontal cultivation god realm, I am afraid that it will be enough to choke here.

When Nijan saw this scene, he was smiling coldly, but his body suddenly froze.

I saw that among the wild snakes shrouded in black mist, a cold light suddenly appeared, and this cold light went straight through the sky, and then ten thousand fires rushed and burned from the black mist.

Then, in less than a breath, the witchcraft that was enough to plague the powerhouse of the God Realm was broken by Wang Disciple with a single shot.

"How is that possible?"

"I've already figured out the little tricks of witchcraft, even the black-robed witch god was killed by me, what are you?"

If it is a divine realm that refines martial arts, such as the existence of the Great Brahma, it can still have a bloody battle with the king, but the divine realm of cultivating witchcraft is not enough, because the king's disciple himself is an incomparably restrained spirit body of witchcraft, and with the essence flame, it is a crushing trend.

"The black-robed Great Witch God was really killed by you?"

Nijean was stunned, he had thought that the legend of a year ago was nothing more than a joke, a quarrel between a group of children, but now it turned out to be true.

Even the black-robed Great Witch God, the ancestor of witchcraft, was killed, and although Nirang stepped into the divine realm, he was far inferior to the black-robed Great Witch God in witchcraft, and his confidence was almost crushed in an instant.

"Colleague God Realm, but you are far worse than the Great Brahma. ”

Wang Tu originally had a little expectation, but he didn't expect the ancestor of this family to be so weak.

In the face of Nijan's witchcraft, the king disciple didn't even need to use any martial arts, just quietly move forward, and the witchcraft would break in the wind.

Everyone around was stunned, Nirang, as a dignified god realm powerhouse, possessed terrifying witchcraft, and was the ancestor of the Skari family, was actually abused by blood at this moment!

Only the Great Brahma can see the clues, if it is from an objective point of view, Nijan can at least have a draw with the king, but the king's disciple is too restrained by Nijan's witchcraft.

Sure enough, even if Nirang wanted to resist and used witchcraft again and again, he couldn't help the king's disciples, whether it was a spirit or a pure flame, it was enough to destroy his witchcraft.

"How can you be so strong?"

Nejean obviously miscalculated, he closed the door, naturally did not know much about the news of the king, but only heard that one of his descendants was beheaded, so he killed him without the slightest preparation, trying to cut off the head of the king's disciple to avenge Nehru.

"Take the life of your Nirang Sali to bear witness to the name of my king, and proclaim it to the world!"

The king's disciples slashed the soldiers all the way, and they had already settled in front of Nirang, and the flaming silver spear in his hand pointed directly, and the thousands of flames scorched it, but it burned all the black mist flying on Nirang's body.

Originally, the king thought that Nehru was not weighty, but now that Nehru had sent the only remaining witchcraft leader to his door, it was just what he wanted.

He twisted a flame in his hand, and the silver flame spear was erected upside down in front of Nirang, and the flames burned wildly, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe, and they felt as if they were in a furnace.

And when the king was about to kill Nirang with a gun, the great Brahma was about to stop it.

But he heard a car outside the base coming quickly, and a person stepped down from there, hurriedly shouting towards the base.

"White-clothed Heavenly Master, keep people under your command!"

"Tianzhu sequence...... Please, the end of the war!"

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