"Phantom Divine Walk!"

With the blessing of the Wild Martial Realm, the Phantom Divine Body Technique was exerted to the extreme, and the black dust appeared silently beside Niu Mengmeng, and disappeared in a flash. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The next moment, Wuchen and Niu Meng appeared on the edge of the pit.

"Look for death!" "The food at the corner of his mouth was snatched away. The monk was furious, raised his palm, and slapped it at Wuchen.

Wuchen flew up, with a long stick in his hand, and carried the momentum of the mountain towards the giant palm in front of him.

Boom!

Stick Strike!

The dust flew upside down and fell to the ground again, taking a few steps backwards to stabilize his body, and a stream of electricity flickered on the surface of his body.

The power on that giant palm was so powerful, although the black dust had a thunder dragon lead covering a layer of "thunder armor" around its body, it still couldn't withstand the opponent's incomparably powerful power, and fell behind.

On the other hand, the monk who was as huge as the sky, looking at the scorched black and smoking palm, also looked awe-inspiring, although the other party's cultivation was low and his strength was weak, but the attached thunder and lightning was his nemesis, and it was a palm that could slap the other party into powder, but it was actually taken down by the other side.

The monk roared in a low voice, and the Zen staff in his right hand pointed forward sharply.

In an instant, the mountains shook, and countless boulders fell from the sky and smashed towards the two of them.

Wuchen roared angrily, and the meteorite cyclone suddenly expanded the range of Zhang Xu to wrap the cow Mengmeng on the side.

Just listen to bang bang bang

The huge stones falling from a great height collided with the stones in the dust meteorite cyclone, making an earth-shattering sound and splashing rubble.

The huge force that came from the cyclone really fell on Wuchen's body, causing the sea of qi to surge, and the blood and qi to fluctuate, making it difficult to control himself.

Wuchen already had a huge gap with the other party, and it was difficult to take advantage of it by using an unfamiliar meteorite cyclone to collide with the opponent's rockfall technique.

Seeing that Wuchen's face was getting worse and worse, Niu Mengmeng couldn't help but worry: "Brother Chen, are you okay?"

Wuchen turned his head to look at Niu Mengmeng, but saw that the latter's little face was full of worry, and his eyes were a little red and swollen, as if he had cried.

Looking at Niu Mengmeng's pitiful appearance, Wuchen inexplicably felt like he was pricked by needles. How can this twelve-year-old little man be frightened again and again?

"Don't worry, everything has me!" Wuchen reached out and touched Niu Mengmeng's head and said.

At this moment, there was a soft pop.

A hole appeared in Wuchen's right chest, and blood sprayed on Niu Mengmeng's broken little face, which was red and dazzling.

Niu Mengmeng only felt a heat on her face, and couldn't help but be stunned, so she touched her cheek and looked at her hand again.

"Blood!" Niu Mengmeng's tears rolled down like a burst.

Wuchen glanced at his right chest, and then a reassuring smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was provoked.

Niu Mengmeng looked back, but it was the hundred-zhang tall monk, the Zen staff in his right hand pointed obliquely forward, and the top of the Zen staff was hanging on Wuchen's body.

"An ant-like junior, don't tigers threaten you and treat me as a sick cat?

It turned out that when the monk took advantage of Wuchen's meteorite cyclone to fight against falling rocks, and was distracted to comfort Niu Mengmeng, Leng Buding waved out the Zen staff in his hand, and pierced the other party's chest at once.

He was originally a high cultivator, but he deliberately attacked him. Where can the dust be prevented?

After the monk finished speaking, he raised his Zen staff and wanted to throw Wuchen to the ground, but the next moment Wuchen would turn his flesh and bones into mud.

"Wait, please let him go, you let me do whatever I want. Niu Mengmeng shouted loudly.

The monk was slightly stunned, then opened his big mouth and said with a smile: "Willing to do anything?"

"Yes. Niu Mengmeng nodded.

"Would you like to refine your whole body's essence and blood and help me cultivate Wankui Blood Skill?" the monk asked.

"Don't promise him, he's lying to you. Wuchen said hoarsely in a high place.

"Yes. Niu Mengmeng continued as if she hadn't heard Wuchen's words.

"Haha, wouldn't you have it sooner?" The monk smiled, but suddenly his face turned cold: "But you promise now, it's too late." This weak bug provoked my anger. He must die!"

"No! I beg you!" begged Niu Mengmeng.

The monk was obviously really aroused by the black dust, where was he willing to listen to Niu Mengmeng's request, picked up the Zen staff and smashed it to the ground, the black dust was penetrated by the Zen staff throughout the whole body and could not move at all, and could only be smashed to the ground with the Zen staff.

The monk was like a mad demon, smashing and shouting, "I'll let you ruin my plan! Let you stop me from cultivating! Die! Die!"

Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom!

The monk didn't know how many times he smashed the Zen staff, but he saw that there were countless deep pits on the surrounding mountain walls.

A crack a foot wide rapidly widened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only a loud noise was heard in the ear chakra, and the crack suddenly turned into a crack hundreds of zhang long and more than ten zhang wide, like a huge eye pupil, suddenly opened.

What's even more shocking is that this crack actually divides the entire Huangchen Mountain into two from bottom to top, because through the crack, you can see the dark sky at the infinite height, and the clouds and mountains that tumble and pile up at some point, and are ten thousand feet high.

Niu Mengmeng's voice was already hoarse, and her tears were almost dry.

The mad monk suddenly raised his Zen staff into the air: "Die!"

The flesh and blood were blurred, and the black dust that was not in the shape of a human was thrown into the air, turning into a small black dot in the blink of an eye, and disappeared.

Boom, a roar of thunder rang out from the depths of the sky.

There was a downpouring rain, and it fell endlessly.

The raindrops the size of beans smashed on people for a while.

Niu Mengmeng still maintained the angle of looking up at the sky just now, because the small black dot that represented Wuchen's body just now fell there.

The rain was pouring down, and everything was silent.

At this moment, how good would it be if there was only this rain in the heavens and the earth?

"Now it's your turn!" the monk's staff pointed at Niu Mengmeng.

The bright red blood stains on the top of the staff seemed to remind them of what had happened.

Niu Mengmeng turned her head, looked at the giant monk in front of her, or looked at the blood stains on the top of the Zen staff, and slowly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, in the boundless sky, among the clouds and mountains, a power grid appeared like a tree root, extending and spreading throughout the sky.

The dazzling electric light reflects the heavens and the earth incomparably brightly.

Mountains and rivers, ancient trees and jungles, waterfalls and flying springs are all clearly presented at this moment.

The electric light also illuminated the ugly face of the giant monk and the cow Mengmeng who did not have the slightest fear.

Until the power grid disappears completely, and the earth plunges into darkness.

The rumbling thunder sounded like an explosion.

But this seems to be only a prelude, and then in the sky dome, one after another power grids spread all over the sky.

Thunder rolled, and lightning was numerous. In the boundless endless lightning, no one found a figure standing high in the air, and at least half of the thunder and lightning in the sky fell on him.