It was very quiet at one point.

Even if the centipede spirit racked his brains, he would never think about it-

That little kid who can only stab chrysanthemums with a cold gun,

That little kid whose breath is no more than the realm of Jindan,

That little kid who doesn't hesitate to be a monk and doesn't have the slightest sense of monkhood,

broke the seal of concealing cultivation, and the realm actually couldn't even recognize a big demon who was about to transcend and ascend!

Could it be ...... Is he an immortal who descended from the fairy world to the mortal world?

A possibility flashed through Pudu's mind inexplicably.

The more I thought about it, the more reliable I felt, the centipede spirit just felt as if she was a thousand-year-old child, and she had never been so wronged.

You are an immortal, you said it earlier, I want to know it early, how dare you go to brush your tiger whiskers?

Besides, you are a high-flying immortal, and you run here with me to play a pig and eat a tiger with a small character, and you don't feel irritable and panicked?

It's a pity that Nezha doesn't have the slightest sense of guilt about relying on the strong and bullying the weak.

The two punches that had been planned for a long time hit Pudu Cihang's old face, but there was a tooth-aching sound of broken scales and armor, and two dragon eyes the size of bronze bells were dark blue around their eyes.

It looks like an open soy sauce shop, and red and black are everywhere.

And the one who grabbed the dragon's whiskers tightly was no longer the pink and cute doll that was as tender as the original lump of meat, but a young man with a plump and handsome spirit and a surging breath.

Carrying a fire-tipped spear full of fireworks, the long Chaotian Aya was guarding beside him, and his eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, and he couldn't suppress the crazy killing intent.

The centipede spirit had never seen such a rough and straightforward style of play.

Give up the indestructible fire-tipped spear, give up the chaotic Aya who binds all things, just simply bite with your fists, feet, and even teeth-

It's like a beast, undisciplined but like an antelope hanging its horns.

This...... Are you a monster, or am I a monster?

The centipede spirit, who has always relied on the deity to bully others, has never felt such a restrained grievance.

Another large piece of flesh and blood was torn off his back, and it seemed that the blood qi had inspired Nezha's madness, and Chaotian Aya suddenly poked out of his palm and wrapped it around Pudu Cihang's neck several times.

The young man squeezed hard, and with the help of brute force, he dragged the old centipede demon from the sky.

For a while, the dust and smoke filled everyone's eyes.

"It just so happens that the master is short of a short coat, so I will draw your tendons and peel your skin today, so that I can take it back and ask my mother to make me a brand new pair!"

Although they couldn't look directly, the faint intermittent words came out of the dust, and everyone was covered in cold sweat when they heard it.

From time to time, accompanied by Pudu Cihang's two weak wails, it is even more creepy to empathize.

"Ahem, Nezha, if you want to toss, you still take this Pudu Cihang benefactor to the suburbs to toss, and if you continue to play like this, a huge Daming Palace City will be destroyed. ”

The long body of the centipede spirit couldn't stop tossing and rolling on the ground, as if a small earthquake was born out of thin air within the palace wall, which made the people outside the palace wall tremble.

Fahai, who really couldn't stand it, coughed lightly twice and kindly proposed.

In the dust, the movement stopped abruptly, and after the tea, a figure slowly walked out of it and came to Fahai and tilted his head.

The indifferent eyes were the onlookers, and the righteous and virtuous sons were all heartfelt, and waved their hands again and again and replied:

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can get rid of this evil beast, the palace city collapses and rebuilds, and the little mage can enjoy it. ”

It is very deep in the way of a certain Zen master.

Fortunately, it may be the effect of reading through the Buddhist scriptures for a period of time before, or the reliable image that Fahai has left on Xiao Nezha these days.

After hesitating for a moment, Nezha nodded and agreed with Fahai's statement.

"Let's listen to you, master, I'll take that big guy to the suburbs to concoct. ”

Before the centipede spirit showed a relieved face that had escaped, the smile froze on his face again.

I saw Nezha grabbing the old demon's long beard with one hand, and he was about to fly into the air towards the suburbs without any force.

"By the way, remember to come back earlier, the seal has been lifted for too long, Nezha, you also have to be careful to restrain your sanity, don't let the killing intent get carried away. ”

When it was over, he suddenly remembered something, and Fahai said again.

"Got it! The long-winded monk is like an old mother......

After a pause, Nezha obviously listened to the words, although he was still muttering in his mouth.

When Nezha walked away with the broken body of the centipede essence, the silence in the palace city was broken.

No one would have thought that the thousand-year-old centipede essence, which had been plotting in the court for several years, and even once overwhelmed two Faxiang real people, would finally fold in the hands of a three-year-old doll so dramatically.

Looking at the body compared to Pudu Cihang, which was like a small mountain, it was just a little Nezha who carried such a big demon away effortlessly, and a sense of absurdity rose from everyone's hearts.

"Little Elder, what about Nezha...... Xiaoyou, are you really only three or four years old this year?"

Lu Bu pursed his chapped lips and asked inexplicably.

"Exactly. ”

Guessing what the other party was thinking, Fahai gave a positive answer very earnestly.

"That's really...... It's better to be reincarnated!"

A sentence came out of Wen Hou's mouth for a long time, and turned into a helpless sigh at the end.

Thinking that he had practiced martial arts diligently for most of his life, in the end, he still relied on a coincidence to cross the threshold of the fourth order, but as a result, Nezha was born with a sixth-order power, and he had to rely on the seal to suppress his own cultivation.

At the end, Lu Bu couldn't help but burst into a foul language of the Three Kingdoms.

The end line of his self-discipline struggle for most of his life is not as good as the starting line that others were born with.

Although they are also friends in the group, they are not jealous, but a certain Lord Wen Hou is still full of lemon sourness.

It's so envious...... No, it's so angry!

Seeing Lu Bu standing in place, he fell into deep thought, obviously falling into a daze.

"Your Excellency Wenhou, how about listening to the next story?"

Fahai pondered for a moment and said in a solemn voice.

"Oh...... Okay, okay, little elder, please. ”

When he came back to his senses in a trance, he saw that Fahai was talking to him, Lu Bu was too busy to agree, and he was also a little curious, what would the other party say in this situation.

"That's an interesting story that the group leader mentioned to me a few days ago. ”

"It is said that in the world where he is located, there is an existence called the Great Emperor of the Beginningless, uh, that is, the seventh order in the standard of the chat group, he has a different body, he is an innate Dao fetal holy body, and he is born in the realm of a sixth-order saint. ”

"But an existence like him, who was born almost before the end of the line, but after stepping into the path of cultivation, he resolutely chose to abolish his cultivation and start all over again, guess why?"

Without the slightest hesitation, he put the black cauldron on Wang Ziwen's head, Fahai smiled, looked at Lu Bu who was deep in thought, and asked.

......