It seems to be a victory, but it is not!

Wang Zun didn't dare to relax at all, but became more and more heavy.

The group of ghosts is still there, which means that Fang Xiaoxiao has not disappeared, the two exist together, and Fang Xiaoxiao is the source of that group of ghosts.

Call!

Yan Wei took a deep breath of cigarette and slowly spit it out, his bloody eyes trembled, shedding a little blood, he was covered in blood, as if he had climbed up from a pool of blood, and his momentum was fierce.

He combed his big back and grinned, very arrogant.

"Boy, do you see, behind your uncle, you will always be able to put a hundred hearts!"

Yan Wei was holding a cigarette and carrying an iron rod, arrogant, confident and arrogant.

I have to say that Yan Wei is terrifying and scary, and his other personality is so crazy that he doesn't even pay attention to the red-eyed and red-clothed ghosts.

The real mortal body dares to contend with ghosts.

"Mom's ......"

At this time, the clown puppet fragments on the ground suddenly combined and spliced together, re-spliced into a new clown puppet, and lay on Fang Xiaoxiao's body, shouting vigorously.

Although the shouts were full of worry and sadness, Wang Zun could see that the clown's face was wearing a hideous smile, a strange face, and a crazy expression.

Yan Wei didn't care so much, and he couldn't think so much, in the madman's apple, there was only what he wanted to do, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

He went up with a stick, and the clown doll was smashed to pieces again and scattered all over the ground.

"Xiao Qisan, stepping on you is as simple as stepping on an ant."

Yan Wei's actions made the corners of Wang Zun's eyes jump, because Fang Xiaoxiao, who was like flesh on the ground, had already stood up and returned to his original state, staring at Yan Wei's back with blood-red eyes.

Anger, pain, madness, rage, murderous intent......

Yan Wei smashed her "son" in front of her again.

How can she endure it?

As soon as Yan Wei turned around, what caught his eye was Fang Xiaoxiao's ruthless and indifferent face, and the killing intent was almost materialized, flowing on her face.

"Ahem!"

Yan Wei was also taken aback, coughed out a puff of cigarette, and hit Fang Xiaoxiao in the face.

"That...... What's that...... I'm kidding your son, can you believe me? ”

Wang Zun:( ́・_・')

When he said this, even if Yan Wei was a madman, he didn't even believe it, let alone Fang Xiaoxiao.

Bang!

What Yan Wei did was completely a madman, and suddenly it was a blow to Fang Xiaoxiao's face.

The iron rod smashed on Fang Xiaoxiao's face, but it didn't set off any waves, Fang Xiaoxiao was still so immovable, and he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.

On the contrary, she raised her hand and grabbed Yan Wei's neck, her blood-red face full of murderous intent.

Yan Wei couldn't sit still, and the iron rod smashed out wildly, like madness.

Wang Zun was not idle, dragging the ghost hammer and shaking the ghost vine, and also rushed up.

Mo Yu stopped, the yin wind blew her red hijab, her blue and white eyes gradually narrowed, and her body moved, as if she was preparing something.

Wang Zun stretched out his hand, and the ghost vine pierced Fang Xiaoxiao's chest, and wrapped around her body, trying to pull her back.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao's body was like a huge mountain, difficult to shake in the slightest.

Wang Zun rushed behind Fang Xiaoxiao by pulling, hit the ghost hammer in one move, and smashed it on the side of Fang Xiaoxiao's head with all his strength.

Bang.

A little bit of ghost blood flew out, and Fang Xiaoxiao's head was smashed open a crack, but it still couldn't shake her in the slightest.

"My fork, is it so hard?"

Wang Zun smashed two hammers again, but he still couldn't shake Fang Xiaoxiao, the gap was unimaginable.

At the same time!

As soon as Fang Xiaoxiao's hand was forced, Yan Wei's neck was pinched and deformed, and with a click, Yan Wei's head immediately hung down, without the slightest breath.

"Uncle Yan!"

Wang Zun's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, he used all his strength to hammer hard.

Fang Xiaoxiao's other hand was raised, blocking Wang Zun's hammer, it was easy, and it had no impact at all.

Wang Zun:(; ゜０゜）

Wang Zun was stunned, was the red-eyed and red-clothed ghost so powerful that it was so powerful?

Fang Xiaoxiao's bloody eyes glanced at Wang Zun lightly, threw it in his hand, and threw Yan Wei out casually as if he were garbage, Yan Wei didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiaoxiao's hand turned and grabbed Wang Zun's neck, the ghost vine stabbed out, fierce and incomparable, but Fang Xiaoxiao's hand destroyed the withering and decaying, easily shattered the ghost vine, and instantly pinched Wang Zun's neck.

I'm forked!

Wang Zun struggled, a handful of lime powder went up, Fang Xiaoxiao just blew lightly, the lime powder was gone, and the strength in his hand was tightening a little.

"Huh!"

Xiao Ling suddenly jumped back, a sharp knife bit Fang Xiaoxiao's arm, pulling frantically, the green fire seeped out, burning her hand.

Xiao Ling was already scarred, and he was scratched out of his body one by one, and the cotton was about to fly out.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao just frowned slightly, grabbed Xiao Ling, and threw her out.

At the same time!

Zhu Jin came up, and the blood-dripping pig-killing knife was chopped down, slamming together with Fang Xiaoxiao's arm, making a deafening collision sound.

Fang Xiaoxiao's arm seemed to be a piece of steel, and the blood-dripping pig-killing knife failed to hurt a single bit.

Fang Xiaoxiao's blood-red eyes narrowed, his arm shook, and Zhu Jin even flew out with a knife, fell into the group of powerful ghosts, and was drowned in it.

"Mom, it hurts, it hurts, I hurt so much, tear them apart, tear them apart......"

Only one of the clown puppets has a complete head, still bewitching Fang Xiaoxiao.

"Good son, mom will tear them all to pieces, mom will definitely not let you suffer again, mom will protect you no matter what!"

The voice of the clown puppet stimulated Fang Xiaoxiao, making her even more crazy and terrifying.

The power in his hands is getting bigger and bigger, and it is becoming more and more terrifying, Wang Zun has already felt the suffocation, felt the breath of death, and felt that the god of death is beckoning to him.

He saw the clown figure reassemble again, with a smug smile and a hideous laugh.

He saw Xiao Ling, Zhu Jin, and Datou, who were overwhelmed by countless ghosts, struggling among the ghosts, and they wanted to come out to save themselves, but they couldn't get out at all.

He saw Yan Wei twitching on the ground, struggling, and looking half-dead.

The ghost vine is struggling to whip Fang Xiaoxiao, the effect is minimal, and it is useless at all.

Wang Zun wanted to open the black clay pot, but the black clay pot was now far away from him and couldn't reach it at all.

The ghost skin armor doesn't work, the effect of the ghost skin armor is that the ghost attack hits the body, Wang Zun is now choked by Fang Xiaoxiao's neck, and the effect of the ghost skin armor can't be triggered at all.

"Die!"

Fang Xiao drank viciously, and slammed his hand hard, wanting to break Wang Zun's neck!

That's when it happened!

Two figures suddenly appeared, one left and one right, grabbed Wang Zun's hands, dragged him out of Fang Xiaoxiao's hands, and then threw him backwards.

Wang Zun rolled for a while before stopping, his neck ached, and when he looked up, he couldn't help but be startled.

The two figures that suddenly appeared were actually two Mo Yu.

Doppelganger?

Divided?

Wang Zun was taken aback, and at the same time, two Mo Yu killed Fang Xiaoxiao, one left and one right, leaving no gap.

Is this Mo Yu's ability?

The two Mo Yu, it seems that their strength has not been reduced in the slightest, and they are still the strength of half-step blue eyes.

The strength of two half-step blue-eyed eyes is equivalent to a complete blue-eyed red-clothed ghost, right?

However, Fang Xiaoxiao is a red-eyed and red-clothed ghost.

However, Mo Yu's attack is very ferocious, the blood-colored ribbon pierces, winds, pierces, collides, and slams, Mo Yu's blood-colored ribbon can change all kinds of attacks, dazzling, but the lethality is not weak at all.

At the same time, when Wang Zun came to Yan Wei's face, his appearance was also miserable, with convulsions and a half-dead appearance.

Wang Zun took out a blood spirit pill for Yan Wei to eat, he didn't know if the blood spirit pill had an effect on people, anyway, it wouldn't hurt to try it.

Unexpectedly, the effect was not bad, Yan Wei's blood-red eyes opened immediately, and the violent aura spread.

He didn't say anything, picked up the big iron rod and rushed forward.

Wang Zun controlled the ghost vine, dragged the ghost hammer, killed into the ghost group, and dragged Zhu Jin out alive.

Zhu Jin couldn't get any better, with scars all over his body, he almost couldn't hold the pig-killing knife.

Wang Zun stuffed him with a blood elixir, and half of his injuries recovered in an instant, and he was once again alive and vigorous, and he slaughtered him.

Wang Zun stuffed a blood elixir into the big head and small spirits, so that they could once again gain the power to fight.

The big head is the worst, the poor child, the big head is smashed and deformed, twisted and crooked, and Wang Zun can't bear to see it.

Of course, he kind of wanted to laugh.

The three partners blocked the surging group of ghosts, and also got a lot of benefits, absorbing the enemy's strength, and the strength was quietly improving.

Wang Zun took a breath and looked back at another battlefield, two Mo Yu, bloody eyes and mighty, were attacking each other a little crazy.

Yan Wei became more and more courageous the more he fought, his bloody eyes trembled, and he spewed out the blood light of the Dao.

The two Mo Yu are also terrifying, the blood-colored ribbons are flying, no worse than swords and axes, one left and one right, killing expressionlessly.

The wounds on Fang Xiaoxiao's body were increasing, and he was forced to retreat, but he was very calm and did not panic at all.

The clown puppet watched from the sidelines, screaming in pain, and her mother's screaming kept stopping, which stimulated Fang Xiaoxiao's nerves at all times and made her even more crazy.

Can this be endured?

Of course not!

Wang Zun touched it, and when the clown doll found him, he was already behind him, condescending, his eyes shining, staring at him deadly.

"You ......"

Before the clown puppet finished speaking, the ghost hammer had already smashed down.

Bang!

The clown doll fell apart and scattered to the ground again.

Wang Zun didn't want to give him a chance to regroup, so he chased after the head of the clown puppet, and it was another hammer.

"Mom......"

Before the clown doll could finish speaking, the skull had already been smashed.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked back, he was completely crazy, he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, his bloody clothes were spread, his eyes spurted blood, and he fanned Yan Wei out.

"......"

Yan Wei was speechless, okay, what are you stimulating people to do.

"Son......

Cry of pain!

Fang Xiaoxiao grabbed one of the Mo Jades, and tore it violently, splitting it into two, and being torn apart like a paper man.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yu didn't dare to resist, dodged and wanted to retreat, but Fang Xiaoxiao was faster, grabbed her, and smashed it on the ground.