However, of course, things backfired, and if the green dragon's stardust attack could hurt too often to deal a fatal blow, then the green dragon would not have to run around.

As an eight-deceitful god who has aged for tens of thousands of years, Qinglong has launched an attack of this level, which is already very good. However, as the Eight Deception God, Qinglong only has such power, and it can be said that he has lost the most basic majesty of the Eight Deception God.

The green dragon is the weakest of the eight deceitful gods, and it can't hurt the false gods who are in the limelight.

Tai Chang's eyes are quick, he put his hand into the big hole in his stomach and grabbed the tail of the green dragon, which flew as fast as an old grandfather flying an airplane.

He laughed stupidly, and with his hands taking turns to exert force, he pulled the green dragon upside down and pulled out his body. The blow that Qinglong used to accelerate and teleport with his spatial ability just now seemed to have no effect.

Although the attack caused a wound on the stomach of Tai Chang, it was no different from a skin wound, and the attack that borrowed the gravitational acceleration of the stars and the moon was so inexplicably ineffective.

The green dragon was caught, according to the current situation, if its head is controlled too often, it is more than lucky, too often to grow its mouth and bite it off, just like the green dragon bites off the rain girl.

Like an arrow to the wind, the heron struck too often in the back and poked into his backbone. It was flying in the opposite direction to the green dragon, and was trying to push Tai Chang away from the green dragon's body so that the god, who was gasping for breath after the attack, could leave.

However, even if the heron has been accumulating strength for a long time, even if it has seized a good opportunity. Just like the green dragon, in the face of Taichang's absolute strength, its attacks are not painful, and in the end, it can only use its life to delay some time.

Taichang's head rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, his mouth wide open, and his black teeth bit the heron's neck, monopolizing its breath.

The heron is a strange beast, a living being. However, it seems that after this battle, it will become a member of the ghosts.

Too often spit out a mouthful of bird feathers, and its head didn't bother to return to its place, just twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, watching the green dragon be pulled closer by his hands little by little.

He is the prey of hunters, he is the prey of traps. However, Taichang completed the reversal of the Heavenly Demon and completed the counterattack of the prey, and he was about to eat the hunter.

At this moment, the back of his head was drenched with an unknown hot liquid, and a porcelain bowl crackled open on the back of his head.

Too often stopped pulling the green dragon and instead restored his head, he wanted to see who was making trouble next to him.

Too often to see, an old woman holding a teapot, the mouth of the teapot is emitting a lazy fragrance, her other hand is empty, just now is the porcelain bowl held in that hand, drenched too often.

In the end, he smashed the porcelain bowl in his head.

What a humiliation!

"Meng Po, what are you doing?" Too often asked.

"Soup? Lao Tie, the old body wanted to ask this, but he was too old to forget to say it. The old lady said embarrassedly.

"Do you dare to do what you just did again?"

"Oh Mom, what's so embarrassing about this......"

Meng Po asked Tai Chang to bend down, and then she stood on tiptoe and poured the hot Meng Po soup from the teapot on the back of Tai Chang's head.

"You're amazing, I see you're an old man, I won't beat you!" Too often to say.

Then Meng Po smashed the empty teapot on Taichang's head.

"I tell you, there's a limit to my patience!" Too often threatened.

"Young people don't have much ability, but their tone is not small." Meng Po shook her head, she turned around slowly, and slowly walked away with dozens of floating ghost fires around her.

"Old principal, why do you often look too afraid to touch Meng Po's appearance?" Sima Zhu, who had observed everything, couldn't understand that he was too fierce in front of the Eight Deception Gods, and he was so timid in front of an old woman from hell.

"Because Meng Po is a loophole in the world and hell, the eight deceitful gods can not be without, but Meng Po cannot be missing. The ghosts of hell have to have a bowl of Meng Po soup before they are reincarnated, if there is no such thing, then there will be no reincarnation, the dead cannot be reincarnated, and there are fewer and fewer people in the world, which is a big blow to both worlds. The old man replied.

"Before the demigods of the Eight Deceitful Gods, when Meng Po encountered danger, the real gods would not sit idly by even if they meddled in the affairs of the world. True gods don't lose power over time. ”

"Then can we use Meng Po to make some articles about Taichang?" Sima Zhu came up with his own ideas.

"It's too late, Meng Po can't leave Hell for too long, she is about to rush back and stay on the Nai He Bridge now, and pour her delicious Meng Po soup on the reincarnated." The old man said.

"Is Meng Po soup delicious?" Sima Zhu asked.

"Who knows? I just casually said, how can anyone remember the taste of Meng Po soup. It's good not to become an idiot after drinking. The old man said.

"If we don't handle things well today, then we will have a chance to taste the delicious Meng Po soup."

Meng Po's appearance was not meaningless, Qinglong took advantage of Taichang's time to deal with her, used all his strength, and finally escaped from Taichang's claws.

However, Qinglong's current appearance is not very good. As it passed through Taichang's body, the slender dragon's body was covered in Taichang's dark green blood.

That's a lot of corpse poison! Qinglong's original wounds deteriorated, and it lost its ability to move, falling to the ground like a fat worm.

The bandages automatically wrapped around Taichang's body, and the strips of cloth as hard as ordinary steel stopped the attacks of some of the small goblins around him, such as the girl with the cyan lantern.

The bandage that was too common was as free as an ordinary tentacle, and he grabbed the Qingxing lantern and held her in the palm of his hand. The soft light illuminated his way, and finally, he stood in front of the immobile green dragon.

"Yo, your face doesn't look good under the crown of our beloved God of Mercy." Too often used the Qingxing lamp to illuminate the huge dragon head, full of mocking smiles.

Like a cat that has caught a mouse, he is playing with the prey that he has managed to get his hands on.

"Yo, isn't this too often a bunny? How can you stand in that position? Qinglong frowned and said unhappily.

What it said, in the eyes of Taichang, was a senseless sense of dignity and pride that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse—it thought it was the strongest of the eight deceitful gods 10,000 years ago!

"What's wrong standing here? I was so happy to look at the crown condescendingly! After all, the Eight Deception Gods will soon be replaced, and in terms of the strength of you and me, there is nothing wrong with me here! Too often to answer.

"No, Lone means that you will die if you stand there."