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Standing in the distance, Nie Ping, the god of thunder, was the first to react, and shouted when he saw this: "It's not good! they want to escape!" While speaking, Nie Ping, the god of thunder, was suddenly dressed in silver and automated, and his entire right arm was suddenly surrounded by countless dense small silver arcs, and his right arm was instantly raised, and as soon as he was about to make a move, he heard a voice that made him the most disgusting in his life sound from his side, "cough! cough" Nie Ping, the god of thunder, turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Ling Yu Doushen Wu Zhongyi angrily, and opened his mouth to scold: " Wu Zhongyi, you old bastard, do you have a problem with your throat? If you are sick, hurry up and treat me, don't be disgusting here!" Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhong, who was clearing his throat, was not angry at all when he heard the angry scolding of Ben Thunder Dou Shen Nie Ping, and looked up at Nie Ping, who seemed to be about to eat himself, and said lightly: "Oh, I'll go! If I clear my throat, you will scold me? Nie Ping, you have such a little quality as a Ben Lei Dou God? Whether I am sick or not, whether it can be cured or not is my business, you can't help but be too lenient!" As he spoke, there was a hint of grievance on his face. "You!" Nie Ping, the god of thunder fighting, only said one word of you, and he was already so angry that he couldn't say anything anymore. Xin said: "Isn't this a shit? I told myself before that I would never talk to this bullshit Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhongyi again, how can I talk to him again now? Isn't it that I can't find myself at ease with myself?" And at this time, as soon as Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhong saw the face of Ben Thunder Dou Shen Nie Ping, who had been suffocated into a pig's liver, he just smiled, and said in a very frank tone: "I said Ben Thunder Dou Shen, you can also dissipate your anger." As for you, don't do a useless struggle. In a word, with my Lingyu Doushen here, it's a fool's dream that you want to make a move on the moon. So, why bother to be angry in vain? if you are angry with your body, it will not be good, right!" And at this time, the ears of the Thunder Fighting God had already blocked the words of Ling Yu Fighting God Wu Zhongyi's angry death, otherwise, at this time, Nie Ping, the Thunder Fighting God, would definitely be so angry that he vomited blood and died. Ben Thunder Fighting God Nie Ping snorted heavily, turned his head sideways and ignored Ling Yu Fighting God Wu Zhongyi with a look of inadequacy. Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God standing in the distance, roared: "Ao Zheng, you old bastard, didn't you see that they had already fled under the moon? What are you still doing standing there stupidly? Aren't you still chasing you and waiting for food?"

Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God, was already holding back a fire in his belly, and he was seriously injured and had reached a critical point. At this time, the shouting and scolding of Nie Ping, the god of thunder, came into his ears, and Ao Zheng, the god of phantom wind, immediately turned into a barrel of explosives, and scolded without looking back: "Nie Ping, you are an old immortal, Lao Tzu is about to lose half of his life, but you are still standing there talking without backache." It doesn't matter if you just stand over there and don't make a effort, you still dare to scold the old man? What the hell are you so shameless?" Nie Ping, the god of thunder fighting, was suddenly scolded directly by the indiscriminate bombardment of Ao Zheng, the god of phantom wind, and he didn't know what to say for a while. "Hahaha" A hearty laugh came out of the mouth of Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhongyi, only to see that at this time, Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhongyi had already knelt on the ground without any image, his right hand kept patting the ground, and said intermittently: "Emma! It's ridiculous to death! Hahaha laugh at me!" At this time, Nie Ping, the Thunder Fighting God, was already full of black lines of anger, and his face kept twitching, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill Ling Yu Doushen Wu Zhongyi immediately.

Although Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God, scolded Nie Ping, the Thunder Fighting God, he also knew what to do, what not to do, and what to do. He turned his head sideways to look at the crying snow and the moon that had flown out of the distance, and snorted heavily. With a slight shake of the right arm, the entire ** right arm instantly became as black as ink. Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God, roared, "Where to run!" As he spoke, his five fingers straightened and turned into palms, and he suddenly slapped in the direction where Yanxue and the moon fled. Immediately, I saw that the entire right arm of Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God, which had already become pitch black, began to gradually retreat downward from the shoulder. And where the ink color has faded, the skin is wrinkled and the muscles are atrophied, which makes people feel chills at a glance. In the blink of an eye, the ink color had already converged into the palm of his right hand, turning into a small black dot that was extremely black. At this time, the Phantom Wind Fighting God Ao Zheng roared as if he was suffering from some great pain, and then his right palm shook slightly, and the small black dot broke away from the right palm of the Phantom Wind Fighting God Ao Zheng, and floated lightly towards the direction in which the Cry Snow followed him to escape. As soon as this small black dot left the palm of his right hand, the body of Ao Zheng, the Phantom Wind Fighting God, stumbled, and he knelt directly on the ground. With a "wow" sound, several mouthfuls of blood were sprayed. The pupils of his eyes immediately dilated, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he went limp, panting for breath in his mouth. Obviously, this strange trick just now, even if Ao Zheng, who is the God of Phantom Wind Fighting, wants to use it, it will have to pay a considerable price. At this time, the entire right arm of the Phantom Wind Fighting God Ao Zheng had completely shrunk, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was skin and bones.

When everyone saw the tragic state of the Phantom Wind Fighting God Ao Zheng, they couldn't help but gasp collectively. Immediately after that, everyone's eyes instantly locked on the palm-sized small black dot in mid-air, and everyone was surprised to find that this small black dot did not fly in a straight line, but went high and low, left and right, fast and slow, as if a child was playing and playing. This strange phenomenon also confused everyone who saw it in their eyes, and they couldn't understand it.

And when Nie Ping, the god of thunder fighting, saw this little black spot, his face was overjoyed, and he said lightly: "I didn't expect this guy Ao Zheng to use this trick, hum! Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhong, who had already stopped laughing, changed his face when he heard this, and his body just moved slightly. Ben Thunder Dou Shen Nie Ping just looked at Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhongyi with a playful expression, and made a nasal sound: "Huh?" Although Ben Thunder Dou Shen Nie Ping just made a nasal voice and didn't say anything, the meaning of the warning was also quite obvious. Hearing this, Ling Yu Dou Shen Wu Zhong immediately stopped his body, glared at Nie Ping, the Thunder Fighting God fiercely, and turned his head to look at the small black dot floating in the direction of Qi Yanxue and the escape under the moon, his brows were tightly locked, his face was ugly, and he didn't know what he was thinking?

Although everyone present had never seen this strange trick, it was not a fool to stand here now. Although everyone here didn't know how powerful this move was, just by looking at the Phantom Wind Fighting God Ao Zheng who had paid such a heavy price after using this strange trick, he knew that the power of this move would definitely not be weaker than that of the Void Object. (To be continued)