"Good sister, brother is here now." Old Song smiled stupidly, the golden light on his body flashed, and the state of Buddha Fury King Kong disappeared,

scratched his head, his eyes showed a lewd look, and he strode towards Yuan Niangzi.

"Brother, come on" Yuan Niangzi pursed her lips, revealing a seductive smile, her eyes blinked and smiled,

What is strange is that this Yuan Niangzi did not attack when Lao Song was delirious, but quietly looked at Lao Song who was walking towards him, with anticipation in his eyes,

This is not the case

"Lao Song, come back to Lao Tzu ,,。" When I saw this, I immediately shouted at the top of my voice, old grandson, now is not the time to play obscenely,

"All he can hear now is the voice of the slave."

Hearing my shouting, Yuan Niangzi turned her head to look at me, and said with a smile: "Suck up his essence yuan, my strength should go to the next level."

Just as I was about to move and go up to pull my hand, I suddenly found that the other side was staring at us with a sneer, and the meaning was very clear.

If you dare to go up and pull a biased hand, then don't blame us for being unkind.

"Believe in Lao Song, he has never let us down." Miko patted me on the shoulder and whispered comfortingly,

"Hmm." I nodded, looking at the calm face of the third son, and my heart was slightly relieved.

Old Song, old Song, you grandson, don't die at the hands of this woman,

Even if you're horny, don't be a hooligan now, if you really want to see beautiful women, go back to Lao Tzu to help you download a small movie, isn't it?,

A man and a woman are already standing together, like a pair of lovers and lovers, let Xiaoqian know that she still hasn't cut the old Song's Huigen,,,

"You're so pretty." Lao Song opened his arms and hugged Yuan Niangzi tightly, and the ** color in his eyes was about to come out,

"Good brother, kiss me" Yuan Niangzi licked her lips, opened them slightly, and slowly leaned towards Lao Song's mouth,

At this moment, an unexpected scene happened,

The color in Lao Song's eyes disappeared abruptly, and was replaced by an unconcealable playfulness, and a slight indifferent smile.

"No meaning, let's change something else" Old Song's cold voice came faintly, making Yuan Niangzi stunned for a moment after hearing it,

Oh no, this is a miscalculation,

Yuan Niangzi's face changed, and she didn't hesitate to retreat, her nails instantly turned into weapons and stabbed at Lao Song's chest.

"King Kong Eight Prisons, Black Rope."

As Lao Song's words fell, countless black iron ropes that appeared out of thin air wrapped around Yuan Niangzi, tying her up and down in a strong knot.

At this time, Yuan Niangzi no longer has a little action, and she can't even fight back.

After the strength of the old Song has improved, the King Kong Eight Prisons that he has unleashed are far from the power of the past.

After accepting the Arhat inheritance, how can there be no change in strength,

The black iron rope is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, tied tighter and tighter, constantly shrinking, as if to strangle Yuan Niangzi to death,

"That's it." Yuan Niangzi smiled and looked at Lao Song with interest: "Good brother, although I can't move now, you can't kill me, and after a while, this broken rope will lose its effectiveness, and it will be time for the slave family to bully my brother."

"You don't have a chance." Old Song smiled lightly,

Among the eight prisons of King Kong, the black rope is the most important trick to restrict the opponent's actions, and it can't even be compared.

Stacking is a ruthless move to press the enemy into meat sauce with hard force, but it is not used to control the enemy's actions.

"King Kong Eight Prisons, Stacking."

Lao Song slowly took two steps back, and glanced at Yuan Niangzi lightly, and the expression in his eyes did not fluctuate a little.

At this time, the Yuan Niangzi had fallen to the ground, without any clothes to cover her body, and the spring was fully exposed.

was tied up by countless black iron ropes, and it was harder to move than to ascend to the sky.

But I have to say that the scene at this time is very tempting, very tempting

His uncle's, Lao Song's previous performance, including the means of playing hooligans, should be pretended to be correct.

It turned out to be calmer than any of us, and he deserved to be a monk,

"It's still not enough" Yuan Niangzi's face was still full of smiles, and her weak body was constantly squeezed by invisible forces, as if she was pressed by a piece of iron weighing 10,000 catties, and her body gradually flattened.

No matter how great this power is, let his body become flattened, but he still didn't cause any damage to Yuan Niangzi.

Is this grandson boneless,

"This little friend's tricks are really powerful, if this is the case, I may have died a long time ago" Third Master Hu sighed deeply, his face was lonely,

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, this sentence is not wrong at all,

"King Kong Eight Prisons, call."

Seeing that the attack did not cause harm to Yuan Niangzi, Lao Song smiled indifferently and said coldly,

Calling Hell, the fourth of the eight hot hells, after the heap of hells,

Also known as the weeping hell, called hell, the ghosts and creatures who fall into this hell are in pain day and night, this pain seems to come out of thin air, and the soul ** is punished in pain,

For thousands of years, the ghosts and creatures who have been punished have been crying and weeping, hence the name, calling hell,

As soon as she finished saying this, many traces of burns suddenly appeared on Yuan Niangzi's snow-white skin, and black poisonous water continued to flow out of the wound.

The terrible and sharp screams kept coming out of Yuan Niangzi's mouth, and her expression was distorted like a ghost,

"How dare you do this to me,,, you damn it,,。"

Perhaps because of these pains, Yuan Niangzi burst out with stronger strength than before, and the black ropes that bound her began to gradually loosen.

Before she could finish her efforts, Lao Song sneered again and shouted: "King Kong Eight Prisons, shout." ”

Screaming to hell is the same as screaming to hell, except that the pain is much greater,

It can be said that it is a heaven and an earth, I don't know if this Yuan Niang can still bear it

"Ah,,,。h

The cry made by Yuan Niangzi is no longer audible to be made by a human being, but is more like the howl of an evil ghost.

The sharp scream makes people get goosebumps when they hear it, it's too penetrating

None of the skin on the whole body is good, all of them are as if they have been roasted by fire, charred and stinky, which is daunting.

The eyeballs were also scorched, and there were only two empty holes in the eye sockets, and the eyeballs were long gone.

"Comfortable?" Lao Song smiled slightly, there was no pity in his eyes, but full of pleasure,

The wild immortals who died at the hands of this grandson don't know how much, maybe there are many people who died at their hands, otherwise the ancestor of the Junfang Patriarch would seal them,

For this kind of demon, there is no need to sympathize at all, and the inheritance that Lao Song has obtained is that of King Kong Venerable,

Vajra Venerable also has a name in Tibetan Buddhism, Mighty Wrath Vajra, one of the Tibetan Wrathful Heavenly Venerables,

With great compassion, the fire of operation, burning away the filth of life and death, subduing demons and subduing demons is never merciless,

"Seventh sister,."

Yuan Hatred's roar suddenly sounded, mixed with monstrous hatred to form a wave of sound, and rushed straight towards Lao Song,

"This brother, we can't interfere."

A tall sand wall rose from the ground, blocking the sound, and the fat man's honest laughter followed.