"Haha! Hahaha! Hearing this, Yuan Hong looked up to the sky and smiled, this laughter was clean and thorough, and it went straight to the sky.

After laughing, Yuan Hong announced domineeringly in front of all the immortals.

"In this battle, I Yuan Hong, I want to play the name of Meishan and fight the righteousness of Meishan!"

"This battle, if you win in the next battle, please also ask the prince to give me the blood of the great witch!"

"If you lose in the next place, please ask the prince to collect the body for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Yuan Hong didn't wait for Yin Hong to reply.

Because he knows that heroes are cherished and heroes are valued, the answer just now from the prince has already been counted.

Immediately, his eyes were Lingling, and he picked up the stick with one hand, and the tip of the stick pointed directly at the immortals, following his own eyesight, sweeping them one by one.

It wasn't until he swept the tip of the stick over all the surrounding immortals that he chuckled arrogantly.

"Huh! Come on, let's get on it! ”

......

Listen to Yuan Hong's words.

can make a lot of immortals angry.

"It's crazy!" In an instant, the hundreds of immortals who jumped out were all angry, and they had a sense of shame of being despised by others.

"Rest and let go!"

"Eat a sword of the poor road!"

Soon, three Taoist priests in different costumes attacked Yuan Hong directly from the three corners.

Although this offensive is very tricky, Yuan Hongyi is not afraid.

A water and fire stick was lightly picked, ignoring the people on both sides of the back, just facing the enemy in front of him, and he drank it in the head.

This strength is strong and heavy, just a face, it is the Taoist who is forced, turning attack into defense, raising a sword to block.

But who is Yuan Hong?

The white ape clan is born with divine power, and it is rumored that he is also when Nuwa was refining stones to make up for the sky, in the Wunonsen Cliff of the Great Wilderness Mountain, refining 36,500 stubborn stones, and only 36,500 pieces were used to make up the sky, leaving only one piece of waste abandoned in the wilderness, which was designated as the "four wastes".

And this is also the reason why Jiang Ziya named him the Four Wasted Star Monarchs.

Therefore, he and Sun Wukong both jumped out of the stone, and the power is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

With just one blow, it bent the sword body, and directly penetrated the force, knocking this person down with a single blow and smashing it into the surface.

However, at this time, the two people behind him also attacked at the same time, a pestle and a staff, and smashed on Yuan Hong's waist at the same time.

But Yuan Hong's body was stunned and did not move, and he used his body to carry these two attacks.

made Zhou's body go up and down, and two fierce sound of fine iron burst out.

Just kidding, both the pestle and the staff are known for their fierceness.

This Yuan Hong really ate these two blows, and his body was still towering.

In an instant, the faces of the two guys turned pale.

But don't wait for them to think about it.

Smack- Slap-

Yuan Hong swept back and swept back, directly hitting the waists of the two of them, and knocking the two of them away with one blow!

After knocking the two away, the audience was in an uproar.

"Damn, what's the situation! Hit by the Demon Pestle and the Broken Staff at the same time, he was unscathed? ”

"It's... This is the Eight or Nine Xuangong? It's too hard! How can this be fought? ”

“......”

Looking at the majestic Yuan Hong in the field, and the few great immortals nearby, they subconsciously moved a few steps back.

Are you kidding, how can you fight with such physical strength?

You hit him, he's fine, he whips his backhand, and you're flying!

"Don't panic!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the bottom up, and everyone looked for prestige, and the person who spoke was the real person of Yuding.

I saw Yuding Zhenren brushing his beard lightly, and said to everyone lightly.

"Although the body of the Eight or Nine Xuangong is strong, the soul is its life. If an immortal family can trap him, and then attack his divine soul, he will definitely be able to defeat him! ”

Hearing this, Yin Hong rolled his eyes at Yuding.

I almost forgot that this old man is too knowledgeable about eight or nine mysteries.

It's just that in this world, there are not many magic weapons and spells that can directly hurt the soul.

Although Yin Hong has some disdain for Yuding's behavior.

But it is also clear that each is his own master.

At present, we can only look at how the immortals and Yuan Hong deal with each other.

......

Soon, with the guidance of the real person of Yuding, a famous immortal family and the demon Dao glanced at each other.

There are those who are pinching the magic tricks, some are grunting in the trumble, silently urging the magic weapon, and there are also those who are wandering around and secretly setting up formations.

"Come!"

Suddenly, an immortal Dao took the lead in shouting.

I saw that from the surface, countless vines rushed out frantically, and quickly wrapped around Yuan Hong's body.

"The old tree is entrenched, bound!"

When everyone looked at it, it was obviously a binding technique.

And Yuan Hong lowered his head and glanced contemptuously at the vines that kept flying towards him.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he sneered disdainfully.

"Oh, just a few vines, I'm afraid I don't know the power of this iron rod."

As he spoke, Yuan Hong wanted to make one end of the fire stick of the water and fire stick blast downward.

But just as he raised his hand and raised the stick above his head.

Another cheer came.

"Six-character wind mantra, wind binding!"

A demon in the crowd finished pinching the trick and pointed at Yuan Hong.

In an instant, a large number of wind gangs began to pour around Yuan Hong's body, forming a Daodao, a chain of wind.

directly trapped Yuan Hong's body and arms in mid-air.

And it was also this pause that the vines below had wrapped around his ankles.

"Big words break the spell, no thoughts, subduing demons!"

A bald-headed monk also slowly stepped out of the crowd at this moment.

I saw him with his eyebrows lowered, his eyes closed, the Buddhist beads in his hand constantly twisted, and the * characters in his mouth kept flying out.

They all converged on the top of Yuan Hong's head.

Turning into a huge * character, towards Yuan Hong below, constantly emitting golden light.

It seems to be a baptism, and it seems to be annihilation.

This...

Seeing this bald head, Yin Hong's heart sank slightly.

The bald asses of the West also shot?

Could it be that they are already about to start infiltrating the East?

The Nether Sect of the Styx Ancestor didn't contain them?

In an instant, several questions surfaced in Yin Hong's mind.

In my memory, the current Western religion, except for the introduction and quasi-mention, should not have a guy who can carry the tripod.

After all, Guanyin is still only a Cihang Dao person.

The Buddha is still the one in front of him.

What kind of lamp-burning ancient Buddha is still in Yuxu as the deputy sect leader.

Not to mention, the three thousand Buddhas and the eight heavenly dragons of Western Buddhism are still gone.

Tathagata?

Suddenly, in the sect of the day, the figure of the Duobao Daoist appeared in Yin Hong's mind.

Could it be that Duobao has already defected to the Western Church?

It's no wonder that Yin Hong thinks so, after all, the influence of Duobao Daoist on Western Buddhism is too great.

But what he didn't know was that Duobao was now struggling to seek the Demon Dao.

Yin Hong thought about it, and suddenly found that the sky was full of light, shining all over the south of the city.

In the dazzling glow, red, green, blue, and purple were extremely colorful.

Yin Hong hurriedly looked at it, and it turned out that it was the reason why the various spells of the hundred immortal families began to be launched at the same time.

In an instant, all kinds of binding techniques had already tied Yuan Hong into a zongzi, and only his head was hugging outside.

I saw that his forehead was bruised, and the explosion was extremely terrifying, as if he was trying to break free.

"This..."Yin Hong's expression finally showed a hint of worry.

After all, this is how Nuozun was beaten not long ago, and what level is Nuozun?

In the history of the flood wilderness, the future ninth saint of the Eight Classics!

Later than the eighth Hou Tu Niang, before the last sanctified Confucius, can that strength be an ordinary person?

Although the current Nuozun has no actual combat experience at all, after all, he is also one of the protagonists of heaven and earth who will be sanctified in the future.

Even he was beaten into the shape of a pig's head, so you can imagine how dangerous Yuan Hong is at the moment.