It is true that the strength of the bull's head and Abang's body is enough to resist Liu Lang's attack, but if he doesn't hide and is beaten on his body, this is not a question of whether he can resist it at all, but a kind of humiliation.

The bull-headed Ah Pong is arrogant, and others don't even have the strength to touch a corner of his clothes.

But at this time, the bull-headed Ah Pong was slapped heavily by Liu Lang's dragon palm.

Although this palm did not cause him substantial damage, it shocked the audience.

No one expected that Liu Lang would have the strength to hit the bull's head.

At the same time that Liu Lang was frightened, the bull-headed Ah Pong was already completely furious: "Wow, damn boy, today, I will drink your blood and eat your flesh to let you know how powerful the deity is!" ”

The bull head roared and rushed towards Liu Lang again.

Liu Lang finally confirmed his thoughts: the true strength of the bull-headed Ah Pong fruit has declined.

It's just that the strength of the bull-headed Ah Pong ** is enough to resist all his attacks, unless it is really the same as the bull head Ah Pong said, there can be the existence of immortal weapons, otherwise there is only one result in the circle, and no one can win against anyone.

Rao is like this, and Liu Lang also feels refreshed.

Since he can trap the bull head Ah Pang, there is naturally no need to use Pranya Valley to bury him with him.

couldn't help but be excited, and shouted at those monks: "Quick, quickly find a way to stop the collapse of the Prajna Valley, hurry up!" ”

This shout, many monks felt inexplicable.

This formation has the potential to destroy the world, where is it so easy to stop?

Moreover, now that the three masters in the entire Prajna Valley are all unconscious, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead, who has the ability to stop the catastrophe?

The monks looked at each other, but none of them moved.

Zhu Ya frowned, and the bone pick in his hand kept wandering, not knowing what he was pinching.

Seeing that the situation had reversed, Zhu Youyou was overjoyed, and seeing that all the monks were not moving, he couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Senior brother, senior brothers, the Pranya Valley is about to be destroyed, you guys quickly find a way!" ”

A monk shook his head helplessly: "Senior Brother Zhu, once this formation is activated, where can we do anything?" ”

"Senior brother, didn't Master say that there was a statue buried under the main hall at that time? As long as we dig up the statue, that statue will stop this formation! ”

Zhu Youshu stepped forward and grabbed the monk, his eyes burning, as if waiting for the monk's affirmative answer.

However, the monk shook his head: "Little junior brother, how is it possible?" It's just a statue, where is there so much power! And, let alone say that there is none, even if there is, how can we dig it out? Hey, Master must have comforted us at the beginning, so don't think about it. ”

As if he had seen through life and death in an instant, he looked at Liu Lang and the bull head Ah Pang who were entangled, and said lightly: "With the young man of the Yin and the master of Ah Pang dying here with us, in fact, we should be content." ”

Put your hands together, close your eyes, "Amitabha ......"

A look that can break through the red dust.

Zhu was hurt again, "Impossible, Master will never lie to me, never!" ”

He didn't pay any attention to the monk at all, but stumbled towards the main hall.

At this moment, with the violent shaking of the ground, most of the hall had collapsed, and Pudu and the others had been dragged out.

All the people of the entire Prajna Valley came to the outside of the main hall.

However, seeing that Zhu Youshu was still rushing towards the main hall, many people shook their heads helplessly, and sighed again and again: "Hey, how can this formation be able to stop it with a rumored statue?" ”

"Although the little junior brother has a high cultivation talent, he is a fool, and he even believes the master's deception."

"Amitabha, let him go!"

Except for sighs, no one went to help Zhu Youju.

Zhu Youshu seemed to be crazy at this time, and dug up in the center of the collapsed hall with his bare hands.

The surrounding mountains were collapsing more and more, and with each mountain collapsing, the black clouds would lower a few points, firmly sealing the entire Prajna Valley in it.

If you want to go out, it's like climbing to the sky.

Liu Lang's chase with the bull head is still continuing.

Slowly, Liu Lang continued to swim and took the Xuandi Turtle into his body again.

But after all, they are too badly injured, and it is difficult for them to come out to help again in a short time.

However, to Liu Lang's relief, the bamboo basket seemed to be devouring the power of the bull-headed Ah Pong little by little, and as the chase lasted longer, Liu Lang felt that the speed of the bull-headed Ah Pong was getting slower and slower.

Finally, the bull head Ah Pang also sensed that something was wrong with the bamboo basket, stopped, grabbed the bamboo basket again with both hands, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Boy, this is ...... What exactly is this bamboo basket? I...... How do I feel like the power in my body is draining? ”

Liu Lang also stopped, staring playfully at the bull head Ah Pang, "What, you are arrogant!" Hehe, didn't you say that unless you have an immortal weapon, it can be used against you? How's this bamboo basket compared to your pair of horns? ”

The bull head Ah Pang's face changed greatly, and he said angrily: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about!" Even if you have such treasures, you can't break through this valley, and even if the deity can't kill you, at least you can die here! ”

"Cut, it's been such a time and you're still so arrogant!"

Liu Lang snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "It seems that Master Ah Pang said before that if you can't defeat me within ten moves, you will recognize me as the master, right?" ”

"Fart!"

The bull-headed Ah Pang was furious: "How can the deity recognize you as a stinky boy who has not grown any hair?" Even if the deity dies here, the soul can still be saved, and it is a big deal to rebuild it for a thousand years! Hmph, it's just that you people haven't cultivated the soul body at all, and if you die, you'll die here forever! ”

The bull-headed Ah Pan smiled coldly, as if he had put life and death out of the way.

When Liu Lang heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and sighed again and again: "Hey, it turned out to be a guy who broke his word and got fat, I pinched my fingers and calculated, we fought no less than a hundred moves, and you even denied it." Wow, then today Lao Tzu will let you see and see great! ”

Liu Lang pretended to shout, suddenly raised the immortal slash, waved it again, and shouted loudly: "Little fatty, don't you get up quickly when you wake up and work for Lao Tzu!" ”

Brush!

At the same time as the immortal slashed out, a buzzing sound also flew out from the tip of the knife, rushing straight towards the bull's head.

The bull-headed Ah Pong sneered: "Hmph, it's just a mere spiritual weapon, and you still want to hurt me?" ”

Raise your hand, as if lifting a weight like a light weight, grasp the immortal slash.

However, before he touched the immortal slash, the bull-headed Ah Pong suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The bull-headed Ah Pong didn't pay attention to the immortal slash at all, and he knew that this was just a spiritual weapon after a few fights.

It's not so easy for a spirit weapon to hurt itself.

However, under this grasp, the bull head Ah Pong actually felt a tingling pain in the palm of his hand.