Li Jing and the immortals hurried away with their heads bored, but the exquisite pagoda in their hands shook suddenly.

"Click!"

The exquisite pagoda is like winter, and the porcelain bowl poured hot oil "clicks" cracks.

"Not good!" Li Jing shouted that it was not good, as if he was holding a charcoal in his hand, and hurriedly threw the Linglong Pagoda out.

The pagoda broke away from Li Jing's palm, and it grew rapidly, and it swelled to a height of thirty zhang in the blink of an eye, but the pagoda had no intention of stopping, and it was still rising.

At forty zhang, the pagoda was already full of cracks.

Forty-five zhang!

Rumble!

The Linglong Pagoda was blown up and blown into pieces, and the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals were even more affected by the air waves generated by the explosion of the magic weapon, opening up a vacancy.

In the explosion, a huge figure stepped out with one foot, and grew rapidly from forty-five zhang to more than one hundred zhang high.

"Oh no, the traitor escaped!"

Li Jing was a step late after speaking, and He Cheng, who escaped from the Linglong Pagoda, raised his hand to grab the nearest Arhat, and threw it into his mouth as if eating jelly beans.

"Nineteen left!"

He lowered his head, spoke slowly, and opened his bloody mouth, and a great fire burst out, and the flames converged into a sea, and in the blink of an eye, the sky burned red.

The third bloody eye in the center of the eyebrows, like a crack in the sky, was seen by the immortal Buddha, without exception, his heart was cold, and he seemed to be watched by some abyss ghost.

In the face of more than fifty heavenly immortals, He Cheng naturally would not hide his clumsiness.

"The traitorous demon has escaped, please take action" Li Jing arched his hand towards the arhats and said in a loud voice.

"Amitabha"

The arhats chanted "Amitabha" in unison, turned around and turned into a cloud of Buddha light, and smashed it towards He Cheng.

Forty-nine Arhats shot out in unison, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The golden light of Buddhism was like a thunderstorm, and it bombarded He Cheng's body without a moment's pause, and his hundred-zhang tall body was also in this palm, and he was smashed backwards.

One side of the body was even more blurred in an instant.

However, the blood flashed, and the wound had recovered in an instant.

There are long-eyebrow Arhats, with three feet of white eyebrows on the left and right index fingers, he flew in front of He Cheng, his two fingers shook slightly, and his eyebrows instantly grew twenty or thirty zhang long, like a long whip, "Bang!" on He Cheng's face. "Smack!" Pumped hard, leaving blood trails.

The long-legged Arhat raised his foot and kicked it, and one leg turned into forty or fifty zhang long, slender like a bamboo pole, and kicked on He Cheng's chin, making He Cheng, who was already swaying, more inclined.

Sleeping Arhat yawned, raised his fists above his head, and hit He Cheng's chest like a bull, punching even more.

Forty-nine Arhats, one move from you, one kick from me, the second wave of attacks is even more rapid than the first wave, and the hundred-zhang tall figure is just a big target in their eyes.

One by one, they exerted all their strength.

He Cheng's body exploded again, and the third eye in the center of his eyebrows opened, bursting out with a golden line.

Burst!

Arhat, who was holding the eyebrows that turned into a long whip, tilted his head and rolled down his neck.

Eyebrows, where to look, there will be Arhats who have their heads cut off and died.

He Cheng's hands and feet were not idle, the drought and heat around him were perfectly combined with the heat of the Flame Mountain, when his hands and feet were waved, there was a strong wind blowing and the fire swept in, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who were standing on the side to watch the play were not spared, they were burned through by the flames, and four or five hundred died in the blink of an eye.

The two sides have come and gone, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

"Father, let me go up and fight with him" Nezha shook the spear in his hand, and the red tassel shook with the fire wind, looking at He Cheng full of fighting spirit.

This battle was not only a bitter wait in his heart, but also to avenge the death of Erlang God.

"These are dozens of Arhats, they have a way of fighting, you just go to help!" Li Jing hurriedly dragged Nezha, and forty or fifty Arhats besieged He Cheng alone, and it was difficult to solve.

Even if you rush up, you will only be sent to death.

He Cheng is indeed killing people, his body is as tall as a mountain, one falls, a single finger is like a boulder pillar, and the giant palm is like the sky falling, instantly enveloping twenty or thirty Arhats.

The arhats each used their magical powers to escape, and the immortals soared through the clouds, and it was not difficult to avoid He Cheng's palm.

The strange thing is that he seems to be holding a few mountains in the palm of his hand, and he can also see the dragon shadow circling and swooping outside his arm, and when his palm falls, there are actually four or five Arhats who have cultivated to only break through the heavenly immortals are shrouded, and they can't break free from the pressure of the momentum.

With just the simple "power", the mana cannot escape.

The power of the six dragons, mixed with the power of moving mountains and mountains, smashed down, and the five arhats saw that they couldn't escape, looked at each other and nodded, using their respective magical powers, and frantically poured their own mana.

The mana of the five heavenly immortals dragged the wind under He Cheng's palm, and the wind and clouds surged in the dark sky, that is, a hundred zhang mountain smashed down from the top of his head, and with the mana of the five Arhats, it could easily be blasted into slag!

However, the sky and the earth under He Cheng's palm changed color, but outside the palm of his hand, the wind and the sun were beautiful, only the distemper in the sky, and the hot and red white clouds, and the boiling sky.

Outside the palm, inside the palm, there are two worlds that are clearly divided.

Bang!

The golden blood exploded, killing five Arhats with one palm!

The air wave pushed the meteor fire rain in the sky and smashed it on the flame mountain below, and it actually blew out the mountain fire of the flame mountain, and it took two or three breaths to rekindle it.

The simple strength was no weaker than the wind brought by the banana fan, and it almost extinguished the flame mountain.

When He Cheng acted, the other Arhats were not watching the show.

The living meat target naturally couldn't escape a burst of punches and kicks, and the defense of the dry body could not resist the joint attack of forty or fifty Arhats, and finally it was like window paper, which could be easily pierced with a stick.

All the arhats joined forces to attack, and an arm thirty or forty zhang long was cut off by Qi Gen, falling from the seven heavens and smashing into the mortal world.

The inhabitants of the Flaming Mountain saw a mountain-long arm descend from the sky, crushing a corner of the Flaming Mountain.

The ground shook wildly within dozens of miles, and the tremors were felt in a range of 100 miles!

He Cheng, who had only one arm left, raised his palm, grabbed it forward, quickly pinched an arhat, and pinched his five fingers inside.

Who would have thought that the arhat's golden body was tenacious, and his hands and feet were like gold and iron, and he actually cut off the thumb of He Cheng's right hand and jumped out.

Luohan was covered in golden light, clenched his hand knife, turned into golden light and went straight to He Cheng.

Wow –

The gold thread brushed over, and He Cheng's neck was cut open.

But in an instant, it healed, and the golden-bodied Arhat's eyes were solemn, and when he turned his head again, he suddenly found that a darkness enveloped him.

Syllable!

He Cheng's regrown arm, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, slapped the golden-bodied Arhat into meat stuffing with one palm.

spread out the palm of the hand a few feet wide, and only the inconspicuous golden blood remained in the palm of the palm......

The two sides killed in the dark, and the battle continued to prolong with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, the flames filled the sky, and the golden light confronted it, and the battle could not be stopped for several days.

Up to the nine heavenly gods, down to the eighteen layers of hell, the ghosts cry and howl.

The arhats of the Fifty Heavenly Immortal Realm who were killed violently were only eight people left, and the heavenly soldiers and generals who watched the play were even more affected in the great war and were completely wiped out, and only Li Jing, Nezha and the giant spirit god were left on behalf of the forces of the heavenly court.

And He Cheng's appearance was not intact at this time, his arms were cut off by Qi Gen, and his right leg was also stripped of the hard flesh of a small mountain peak.

However, the immortals present knew that no matter how miserable he looked, everything was only temporary.

Just like a few days ago, he would be restored again and take the life of an Arhat.

He Cheng's eyebrows swept over again, and the remaining eight Arhats were also chased and killed like lost dogs, and they were about to be wiped out.

The giant spirit god and Li Jing Nezha's father and son were watching the battle, their hearts were pounding, and they no longer had the illusion of "I am only one line worse than him" in their hearts.