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And Wu Boyi's kung fu of concealing his body is also superb, and he will be invisible and ghostly.

Even if he is a few points inferior to Tang Bo, in the face of him, he still has the strength to fight, and it will not end at the beginning.

But his strength is not strong, and his corpse slaves, except for their corpse gods, are not enough for Lu Zang to punch him.

However, he can easily escape, and the same is true of the battle with Mao Sheng. But if it weren't for being bad at assassination, Mao Sheng wouldn't be his opponent.

In the end, his ability is on par with Mao Sheng and Lu Zang.

This is mutual restraint.

In general, Tang Bo is still stronger than all of them, so Wang Sijin suppressed him. Except for Wang Sijin, the entire Dark Witch Sect can't find anyone who can match Ying Feng.

The smoke and dust cleared, and several figures stood in the middle of the field.

Sect leader Wang Sijin, the king of the earth Yama Lu Zang, the number one killer Tang Bo, and Wu Boyi, who was in a mess, had just gotten up from the ground and was slapping the dust on his body.

In addition to the three hall masters who had died, there was also Mao Sheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

All the high-end combat power of the Dark Witch Cult has gathered.

The aura of the Night Immortal is no longer usable, and he himself is unhindered, but Lu Zang's existence allows his aura to be broken at any time, and naturally it has the meaning of using it. What's more, the dispersion of the aura needs to be brewed, and if it is broken, it will be difficult to reunite in a short time.

Tang Bo's face was grim, and he was holding a beautifully styled Tang knife in his arms. Lu Zang stood there angrily, just staring at a pair of copper bells with big eyes, and did not speak.

Wu Boyi has also adjusted himself almost, with his hands in his pockets, and he still looks like a handsome uncle.

In front of a few people, Wang Sijin, the helmsman of the Dark Witch Sect, stood steadily, and looked at the Night Shadow opposite with a solemn face.

"Your strength is very good, just with that momentum, you are already about the same as the black dragon. Sure enough, it is a tiger father without a dog, young and promising. ”

Nightshade didn't speak, calmly watching him wait for his follow-up.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Wang Sijin paused and continued.

"However, you don't seem to have fully mastered this power, you don't seem to be proficient in using it, you have no momentum, you don't know how to use it, otherwise it would not be possible to be broken by Lu Zang."

Night Darkness's eyes flashed with a dangerous glow.

Wang Sijin smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be so hostile, who hasn't had a chance yet." You may have also known a little bit of my story, but I practiced sorcery very late, and maybe it didn't take much longer than you. Why do you think I have this power, you know, my qualifications are very ordinary. ”

This statement also makes sense, the birth of a strong man requires not only talent and hard work, but also a little luck.

is like a fat man, he obtained Yan Chixia's inheritance by chance, and only then did he transform from an ordinary person to a powerful demon master.

And Qiao An, if he hadn't met him and received the Dao Dan he gave him, I'm afraid he would be at most a monk now. Even because he has little experience, he may still be a very weak alchemist, and the old horse can completely blow him up.

Let's talk about him, his life is a legend.

Although the same year is a bit miserable, he is born with yin and yang eyes, able to see through the falsehood and go straight to the essence.

Later, although he wandered around, he was also adopted by the River Styx, who was out. transformed into the prince of the demon clan, and enjoyed endless glory and wealth.

Because of the use of a special quenching method, his body is far more powerful than that of ordinary Taoist priests.

Later, he awakened the memory of his previous life, and his strength was qualitatively improved. It directly broke through the door of the immortals and turned the three insects into dragons.

directly made a pseudo-immortal become a serious immortal.

Isn't all this an opportunity for him?

If it weren't for these legendary opportunities, he wouldn't know what he's doing now, and maybe he would have been reincarnated if he died.

Judging from the rumors, Wang Sijin only began to practice evil arts after the age of twenty, and it may even be even later.

He is now in his forties and less than fifty years old at most, because his strength is strong, his life level is higher, and he looks like he is in his early thirties.

Practicing spells, he is just like many years, not much more than the Night Immortal, and even stronger than those old Taoist priests who have cultivated all their lives.

All of this can be achieved through hard work?

Of course, hard work is important, success requires 99% effort, and the remaining points are all attributed to talent and luck.

Judging from the rumors, Wang Sijin is afraid that his strength is already at the top, at least to the level of the Eight King Kongs.

This kind of divine progress can be achieved by mere effort.

Although I don't say what the opportunity is, everyone has their own secrets. Just like Wang Sijin didn't ask him, he didn't choose to ask.

However, enemies are still enemies after all, and the Nightshade does not have a good impression of them. To be precise, I don't have a good impression of all cults or evil forces.

In his previous life, his happiness was ruined by the demons, and even if he had the strongest power in the world later, he would not be able to find his original love after all.

Joan is actually quite similar to him, and her childhood was even more miserable than his.

Although he has not seen his parents since he was a child, at least he has not gained it, and there is no pain of loss.

Although later, the old dean died, and the orphanage was dispersed. His paradise seemed to be collapsing, but it didn't take long for him to encounter the River Styx again. This old monster is so powerful that there is no power to kill him.

He lived longer, at least much longer than he did, so he didn't have to worry about the death of his loved ones.

As for Joan, although she was lucky to survive the massacre of the village. Later, I met an old policeman to be my adoptive father.

Sadly, it didn't take long for the adoptive father to die. He was even more ostracized and humiliated by the people around him.

In addition to them, there are old horses, and there are also donnas. Aren't these friends of his, who have been victimized by those evils, and who are now lonely?

He hated these evil forces to the core. These are the cancer of society, the scum of the world.

In his opinion, it is garbage that is completely unnecessary.

Whether it's a cult or a demon, whoever brings misfortune to others is a nasty guy.

Without too many words, the expression of the night mortal changed slightly, the horizontal gun was standing, and the momentum was shocked, as if he was ready for battle. (To be continued.) )