Everyone's spirits were exhausted, and their souls almost left their bodies just now. The roar of the Archaeophile Ancestor has incredible power and seems to be able to absorb the soul of a person.

Not far away, the evil qi was rolling and stirring, shaking the sky. The demonic aura is monstrous, and he can't see the figure of the crocodile ancestor clearly. Only the black clouds churned, obscuring the stars and the moon, and shrouding the sky.

Many people on the five-colored altar almost fell to the ground, and even if the relics of the gods were in their hands, they could not resist the might of the crocodile ancestor. This is absolute suppression at the biological level.

"The voice is loud and the appearance is good. Although it is a little fierce, it is better as a thug. ”

Wang Dali opened his mouth, and the loud voice penetrated hundreds of meters and reached the ears of the crocodile ancestor.

"You're a crocodile ancestor? Would it be nice to sell me face and be a mount with me? ”

Hearing Wang Dali's words, the crocodile ancestor was shocked for a second, and then there was a monstrous roar, as if there were ten thousand thunderbolts in his ears.

Among the people present, some of them suddenly fell directly to the ground. Even if it wasn't a real attack, the vibration of the sound waves alone was overwhelming, and several people were bleeding from their ears and noses.

A few other people looked at Wang Dali with resentment, if it wasn't for him, how could they anger each other.

"Even ants dare to speak up!"

Crocodile Ancestor just regarded this as Wang Dali's nonsense before he died, and the other party felt that he was going to die anyway, so he used this to disgust him.

At this moment, the bronze coffin behind everyone sounded. The crocodile ancestor, who opened his big hand and was about to slap these people to death with one palm, was suddenly shocked and stopped his movements.

The sound of "rustling" came, and outside the five-color altar, a dense black press was pressed, and countless divine crocodiles gathered around. This is the ancestor of the crocodile commanding these little crocodiles, let these children and grandchildren come to the test.

Thousands of crocodiles poured into the altar in an instant, and the two male classmates who rushed to the front and rushed to kill with Buddhist weapons in their hands were immediately overwhelmed by the crocodiles.

Suddenly, a sneer like a night owl crying sounded, and a figure nearly two meters tall suddenly appeared outside the bronze coffin. Everyone was taken aback, and the divine radiance transferred from the relics of various gods actually spontaneously rushed towards here.

The other party is about two meters tall, and he blinded the demon body with black mist, and he couldn't see his body clearly. But apart from them, the only one who can revive and attack these Buddha artifacts is the Crocodile Ancestor.

The Buddha artifacts rushed to the crocodile ancestor on their own, and all kinds of divine waves of glow appeared, wanting to kill him.

The crocodile ancestor shook his body lightly, and suddenly black light burst out, and the demonic flames were monstrous. All the Buddha artifacts were fixed in front of him, and they were destroyed by him with a few pops, turning into dazzling brilliance and rushing into the Taiji diagram to replenish its energy.

Several rays of brilliance were absorbed by the Taiji diagram, and they were already completed in an instant. The yin and yang fish are separated from the left and right, and a blue starry sky channel emerges from it.

The crocodile ancestor manifested on the five-color altar, and charged the Taiji diagram with his fingers to explode the Buddha vessel, ignoring everyone's desire to enter the bronze coffin. In his opinion, this group of ants can be destroyed with a wave of their palms, and it is not worth mentioning.

However, Crocodile Zu still turned his head to Wang Dali, who had just made a statement that angered him. It's insignificant, but let's kill this guy who is full of nonsense first.

But with the completion of the Taiji diagram, the nine huge dragon corpses all trembled, and then made a rumbling sound and slowly rose into the air. The crocodile ancestor was startled, his hands quickly changed, his fingers were seven or eight meters long, and he stretched out his hand to stop the dragon corpse.

"Get down for me!"

But in the blink of an eye, a punch the size of a sandbag enlarged in front of the crocodile ancestor, and in his stunned expression, the crocodile ancestor was blasted hundreds of meters away with one punch.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?

The crocodile ancestor who fell to the ground was in chaos in his brain, and the unstable spirit of Sendai, which was bombarded by Wang Dali's punch, was shocked, and turned into a crocodile body of hundreds of meters.

After hammering the crocodile ancestor, Wang Dali raised his head and pulled at the nine dragon corpses in the sky, so that the huge dragon corpses that Newton couldn't even pull the coffin board could not pull fell to the ground as if they were suddenly suppressed by gravity, raising a large cloud of dust.

Then Wang Dali's steps turned, as if teleporting to the crocodile ancestor, facing his confused gaze, raising his arms and making an old fist.

The thumping sound continued, and the fists hit the flesh. A ferocious force mixed with a little golden divine power rushed into the crocodile ancestor's body, making him feel a pain like a piercing heart.

The Crocodile Ancestor was furious and ready to fight back, but he was horrified to find that all the demonic power on his body was locked, and he couldn't turn into a human form. Even the divine soul was shrouded in a little golden divine light, and he couldn't break free.

He immediately understood that the Wang Dali in front of him was not the ant he had thought before, but a terrifying figure in the endless universe, just like Shakyamuni who sealed him two thousand years ago!

Golden blood flowed from his crocodile mouth full of sharp teeth, and Wang Dali did not hurt the crocodile ancestor, but he broke his skin and flesh, and his bones and tendons were broken.

The hard scale armor on the crocodile ancestor's body, which was unbreakable unless a holy weapon, twisted and shattered, as weak as a mortal body. At that time, even Shakyamuni couldn't fight him, and he had no power to resist, but he didn't expect that two thousand years later, he was finally able to get out of trouble, but he encountered an even more ruthless one.

After beating the crocodile ancestor dozens of times, Wang Dali flipped the big crocodile with abnormal twisted limbs with one kick.

He also pointed at the sword between the eyes of the crocodile ancestor, which is where the Sendai Divine Soul is located, and said coldly.

"Give me a face, can I sit down on my feet?"

But after being sealed for 2,000 years, the crocodile ancestor was not willing to lose his freedom. He understood it through the previous conversation between everyone, and he actually opened his mouth to speak fluent Mandarin.

"I'm willing to exchange my life for a secret about becoming an immortal!"

"Become an immortal?"

It sounded pretty good, but Wang shook his head vigorously and smiled at the crocodile ancestor.

"But after you became my mount, I didn't know the same secret."

"If you don't let me go, I'd rather die than say it!"

Crocodile Ancestor's eyes were red, hoping to bargain with Wang Dali. It is a matter of the secret of becoming an immortal, he believes that no one in this world will let go, and the stronger the person, the more eager to become an immortal.

This universe is incomplete, even if it has the power to conquer the world, only immortals can live forever.

It's a pity that Wang Dali is not from this world.

"Then you're going to die."

A golden ray of light rushed out from Wang Dali, piercing into the Crocodile Ancestor's Heavenly Spirit Cover like a golden divine sword, standing on top of the Sendai, and the divine soul bound by the golden divine light was instantly destroyed.

The body of the crocodile ancestor is as tall as a mountain, and its entire body is covered with scale armor like black gold. It's a pity that at this time, his eyes are round, and he can't look at it.

Putting away the corpse of the crocodile ancestor, Wang Dali planned to find someone to cook and taste the taste of this thousand-year-old crocodile. Then he turned his head to look underground, smiling and nodding at an old monk.

The golden-bodied old monk who had instructed Shakyamuni also smiled vigorously at the king, and drove the golden ancient ship to disappear above the Demon Sea.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.