Bet with me Zhang Cheng, no one can pay the bill!

This sentence was indescribably arrogant, not only Wu Jianfeng, but even those disciples of the Three Yuan Temple were stunned.

Now that the ghosts you brought have all been collected, in the face of a half-step Heavenly Master, where did you get the courage to say such a thing?

Even if the coercive power of the ancestor statue is gone, you are just an iron corpse, at most you can only protect yourself, and it is impossible to hurt the viewer.

"Whoosh!"

Just when everyone was stunned, Zhang Cheng had already moved.

I saw him kick under his feet, and he flew towards Wu Jianfeng, and the black iron rod in his hand was raised high.

A majestic murderous aura erupted in an instant.

Wu Jianfeng's pupils shrank, he didn't dare to be careless, he stepped on the gang, and raised the evil sword to block his head.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Cheng was bounced up by the force of the shock, and he turned over and fell to the ground, Wu Jianfeng also took three or four steps back, and the evil sword in his hand trembled.

"It's a good thing!" Zhang Cheng looked at the mourning stick in his hand, and found that under the head-on attack with the evil sword, there was not a trace of scratches, and his eyes suddenly revealed undisguised love.

"No matter how good things are in your hands, they are also pearls and dusty ......" Humpty Dumpty snorted: "The mourning stick is a ghost weapon, not a rolling pin, and the corpse qi in your body is kept by the cubs?" ”

Wu Jianfeng's eyelids jumped, knowing that his attitude just now had offended this ghost, although he couldn't make a move because of the Yin Law, but he could point out Zhang Cheng.

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he summoned a stream of corpse qi from the dantian and poured it into the mourning stick.

The mourning stick was like a hungry child, and it swallowed up the corpse qi in an instant, and a trace of black gas came out of the stick.

A feeling like an arm making a finger suddenly appeared in my heart, and the mourning stick in my hand was like an extension of my arm, without the obscurity of the first use.

"Come again!" Zhang Cheng danced the mourning stick in mid-air, laughed and rushed towards Wu Jianfeng.

Wu Jianfeng gritted his teeth, but he had to raise his true qi and raise his sword to meet him.

There was another clear sound, Wu Jianfeng's face changed, and he felt a huge force spread along the hilt of the sword to his arm, almost breaking his arm, he hurriedly pulled back, unloaded the impact, and looked at Zhang Cheng's gaze with a trace of horror.

"Hahaha......" Zhang Cheng laughed proudly, "Old Zamao, just now you took advantage of a broken sword, and now the master also has a guy, do you dare to fight with me for three hundred rounds!" ”

Wu Jianfeng's face was as black as ink, and he said sharply: "Poor Dao is willing to not blame the past, it is already considered benevolent and righteous, don't go too far!" ”

"Excessive? Hey...... If you lose a bet and don't admit it, which of us is more excessive? Zhang Cheng sneered, with a look of disdain.

Wu Jianfeng handed over the evil sword to his left hand, and said gloomily: "Even if you have a ghost weapon in your hand, you can't hurt me, are you sure you want to continue to fight with Poor Dao?" ”

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Cheng glanced at Wu Jianfeng's slightly trembling right hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said: "It's all shaken into Parkinson's, and you don't forget to pretend to be forced, I'll see how long you can pretend." ”

After speaking, Zhang Cheng jumped up and hit him on the head with a stick.

Wu Jianfeng scolded secretly, at first he relied on the evil sword, and dared to fight with Zhang Cheng in close quarters, but now that the other party has a ghost weapon in his hand, he doesn't dare to take it anymore.

He took a few steps back, and blue talismans flew out of his sleeve one after another, turning into a little karmic fire and shooting towards Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng danced, and a black wave of water appeared in front of him, blocking the karmic fire.

Wu Jianfeng kept in his hand, and several blue talismans flew into the air, and thunder and lightning slashed down one after another.

Zhang Cheng was not afraid, and threw the mourning stick to the ground, and the thunder and lightning were immediately led to the stick, and then drilled into the ground.

"Haha! What else is there to do, just use it! Zhang Cheng laughed.

Wu Jianfeng's face was a little pale, even if he was a half-step Heavenly Master, the wave of dense spells just now had consumed a lot of his true qi, but he didn't expect that even Zhang Cheng's hair was not hurt.

Seeing Zhang Cheng rushing with a stick again, Wu Jianfeng sighed, crushed a piece of jade pendant on his waist, and a purple light suddenly rose and surrounded his body.

Zhang Cheng's stick hit the purple light, and he felt like he had hit a ball of cotton, and he was not at all powerless.

Immediately afterward, a backlash came, sending his entire body flying out and falling far to the side.

"Celestial Master Talisman?"

Onicha frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wu Jianfeng stood in place, looked at Zhang Cheng and said: "You can force the poor road to this step, you can also be proud, this talisman is what the poor road asked for when he passed by Longhu Mountain, it is the talisman of the genuine heavenly master, from this moment on, you can't hurt me a bit!" ”

"Celestial Master Talisman?" Zhang Cheng frowned, then smiled: "It's just a talisman, do you think it can protect you for a lifetime?" ”

Wu Jianfeng shook his head and said: "It won't take a lifetime, the Sanyuan Temple is destroyed in your hands, and the poor Dao will gather Taoist friends, and he will soon find you to seek justice!" ”

After speaking, Wu Jianfeng turned around and left.

"I want to run!" Zhang Cheng shouted, and chased after it with a stick, but Ziguang only trembled and flicked the mourning stick back.

"Don't waste your efforts." Wu Jianfeng said confidently: "Just like you just said, no matter how powerful something is, it depends on the person who uses it, just because you want to break the Heavenly Master talisman, wishful thinking." ”

"Really?" Zhang Cheng held the stick in his right hand, looked at Wu Jianfeng with cold eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then I will teach you one more sentence, the person I want to kill, no one can save anything!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the corpse qi in Zhang Cheng's corpse pill erupted, and it was continuously poured into the mourning stick.

With the influx of corpse qi, a hazy red light swayed on the mourning stick, making a sound like a ghost crying wolf, piercing people's eardrums buzzing.

Seeing this, Wu Jianfeng's face also became solemn, and the disciples around him covered their ears with horror on their faces.

Only Humpty Dumpty nodded secretly, with a look of relief.

The ghost weapon has a spirit, and at this time, it absorbed Zhang Cheng's corpse qi and let out a ghost roar, which can be regarded as admitting Zhang Cheng as a user, and it is not in vain that he endures the pain and cuts his love.

At this time, Zhang Cheng was completely immersed in the communication with the mourning stick, although the sound from the stick was harsh and ugly, but he could faintly feel a kind of joy.

Thousands of years of cultivation, at least one corpse demon can be raised, but because it is often used in the shadows, it cannot be replenished, so there is not much corpse qi left in the mourning stick, and it will be absorbed by Zhang Cheng last time.

And the corpse qi that Zhang Cheng poured into at this time seemed to be huge, but it only replenished one-tenth of the mourning stick.

But even so, the mourning stick has become monstrous, and it is conceivable that if the corpse is full, the power will definitely reach a terrifying realm.

In the blink of an eye, one-third of the corpse qi in Zhang Cheng's body was poured into the stick, and the ghost cry emitted by the mourning stick became even sharper and became extremely restless.

(End of chapter)