"If the strongest soul and the strongest physical body are combined, and it is said that they can unify the universe of the Three Realms, then it is naturally entirely possible. Meng Siao muttered to himself thoughtfully, and in his mind, the speculation about the "Abyss Altar" finally had some eyebrows.

However, this is clearly not the time to study these.

The Yan Ren King on the altar is transforming towards a real "corpse witch", even if he appears and disturbs the situation, even if the Yan Ren King completes the transformation, he will definitely not be able to become a perfect "corpse witch".

However, once this transformation is completed, what kind of strength the Yan Ren King who has become a "corpse witch" will have, this is something that even the mysterious power of the immortal tomb cannot judge.

At this time, if you keep the Yanren King, the variables are too great, and you must kill him as much as possible!

Meng Siao did not hesitate, pinched down a spell in his left hand, and "turned one into a hundred" again, dozens of doppelgangers, once again holding various high-level heavenly and earthly treasures, rushed to the "Abyss Altar" without hesitation, and slaughtered towards the Yanren King.

Meng Siao's fingertips, the "demolition" characters written by spiritual power one by one, were also ready in an instant, just waiting for the Yan Ren King to respond, and then he would come to see the move.

However, at this time, the Yanren King seemed to have completely fallen into a state of annihilation, completely ignoring the dozens of doppelgangers that rushed towards him, just on this altar, motionless, just rotten flesh like giant maggots all over his body, constantly wriggling.

In an instant, the four clones holding the golden battle axe had already killed him first.

The hand rises, the axe falls.

The face of the golden battle axe slashed into the wriggling pile of rotten flesh of the Yan King almost without hindrance.

The tomahawk slanted down from top to bottom on his body, cutting out four ravine-like scars.

However, there was no blood spurted out at all.

Moreover, at the moment when the tomahawk left, these rotten flesh that kept wriggling quickly completely filled the terrifying scars like the four ravines.

"Can it heal automatically?What if you just cut off all this rotten meat?" Meng Siao frowned, and as soon as his spiritual sense moved, the four clones holding golden battle axes immediately dodged again.

The hand rises, the axe falls.

This time, the arc of the golden battle axe's slashing was far greater than the first time, and the axe body slashed into the pile of rotten meat of the Yan Ren King, not stopping at all, and directly slashing to the end, and forcibly cut off four lumps of meat the size of a basin.

However, there was still no blood spurted out.

Moreover, these four lumps of rotten flesh that were cut off did not lose the ability to wriggle because they fell off from their bodies.

Four lumps of rotten meat, as if hundreds of huge maggots were arching together one after another, and in less than a cup of tea, they actually returned to the body of the Yanren King, and then merged into it again.

"It's really disgusting to the extreme's recovery ability!" Meng Siao frowned, but he didn't let the clones continue to test, but gathered all the clones back, but he shook the dragon sword in his hand and flew onto this "abyss altar".

This is the best time to use the "Great Sacrifice Technique" to plot against him.

However, the Yan Ren King still didn't make any moves, or rather, now he didn't even have a clear consciousness.

"Brush Brush"!

Meng Si was proud to slash out with nine sword lights, and before the sword light fell on the body of the Yan King, he backhanded nine swords.

Eighteen sword lights, with razor-sharp sword intent and sword qi, slashed at the body of the Yan Ren King almost at the same time.

In an instant, countless rotten flesh flew up in clumps.

These eighteen swords, almost in an instant, cut the Yanren King into a "human stick".

However, it is still useless.

These rotten flesh that was cut out were still wriggling, although the speed was not fast, but no matter how Meng Siao killed them twice, no matter how small they were chopped, these rotten flesh still kept wriggling and went towards the body of the Yanren King.

Meng Siao tried fifteen or sixteen times in a row, and one of them even cut off the head of the Yan Ren King into three pieces, but he was never able to cause him any damage!

"Is this completely immune to physical attacks? What about using spells and the Great Dao Technique?" Meng Siao's brows had already furrowed deeply.

Faced with a sandbag that couldn't fight back, it took more than a stick of incense for more than a full time, and he couldn't cause any damage to the other party, which was the first time he encountered it since his debut.

The killing of the spirit soldiers, for the current Yan Ren King, has been proven to be completely ineffective and does not play any role.

Then, the only thing left is to use spells and the art of the Great Dao.

"Ten Thousand Laws Destroy the Immortal Killing Technique"!

"Great Star Technique"!

"Thunder Wanjun Great Immortal Technique"!

"Nine Heavens, Nine Earths, Nine Shades, and Red Practicing Great Immortal Techniques"!

"Dragon Roaring Tiger Roaring Great Immortal Technique"!

"Star Transformation Dragon Great Immortal Technique"!

"Great Killing"!

"Divine Coffin Burial Heavenly Great Immortal Technique"!

......

For a while, the wind was surging, and the aura of heaven and earth was stirred up by the attacking avenue techniques that were cast one after another by this Dao.

In the Great Dao Technique, the Yanren King was like an isolated island in the raging sea, constantly washed by wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

However, it still doesn't hurt at all!

Even the power of thunder that contained the supreme yang qi between heaven and earth, and the mysterious power of death contained in the pitch-black giant coffin, bombarded the pile of rotten flesh of the Yan King, but it could not stop them from wriggling and healing.

"The magic weapon of the spirit soldier is ineffective, and the technique of the Great Dao can't play any role, how can you kill it!" Meng Siao also felt an incomparable headache for a while.

I tried to perform the "Great Sacrifice Technique", and the cyan flame scurried up, but as soon as it came into contact with the pile of rotten meat on the Yan King's body, this domineering flame that seemed to be incinerating everything was completely extinguished in an instant.

"This is completely incomprehensible!" Meng Siao looked at the disgusting appearance of the Yan Ren King, and there was no way to do it for a while.

This pile of rotten meat, although it does not have any attack ability, but with their strange recovery power, it has reached the point where the eight winds are immovable and ten thousand laws are inviolable.

If you want to completely kill the current Yanren King, I really don't know what else to use.

"Senior, or you should do it yourself. Meng Siao said helplessly, "Even the 'Divine Coffin Burial Heavenly Great Immortal Technique' can't hurt this pile of rotten flesh in the slightest, and I'm completely out of luck now." ”

"If I want to leave the Immortal Tomb, I will have to pay a great price!" said the mysterious power of the Immortal Tomb, "Unless the Yan King has already reached that last step, I still don't want to pay that price lightly." ”

Meng Siao rolled his eyes: "The problem is, I'm completely out of trouble with his pile of rotten meat now." The magic weapon of the spirit war is ineffective, and the technique of the Great Dao will not play any role. ”