The steamer prison master's whole body burst into golden flames, and his three souls and seven spirits were scorched by the flames, and he continued to let out a terrible howl.

But in the midst of this miserable howl, Zhang Sanfen stood proudly with an iron rod of Tantric Buddhism in his hand, looking around.

Next?

Who would dare to go on next?

An A-level prison master can't even walk in front of Zhang Sanfen, who would dare to come over and send him to death?

I whispered, "Boss! ”

Zhang Baiqiang's eyes flashed, and Dongyi had a slight smile on his face.

The captain is strong, and as a team member, they naturally feel proud.

The Snake Goddess was obviously enraged, so much so that her soul fluctuations became violent: "Iron Tree Prison Master! ”

A black soul flag fluttered in.

Unlike the previous prison masters, the Iron Tree Prison Master was actually covered in armor, and these armors should have been forged from the thousand-year-old iron trees that grew in the Iron Tree Hell.

On the surface, the Iron Tree Prison Master looked like a cloud of black gas wrapped in a set of steel armor.

The eyes of the armor still shimmered green.

Seeing that the Iron Tree Prison Master was so powerful, hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts also let out a burst of ghostly roars.

But the corners of Zhang Sanfen's mouth rose slightly, and he said: "The evil ghost is invisible, you just want to put on such an armor for yourself, what is the difference between this and looking for death?" ”

The Iron Tree Prison Master slammed the iron rod in his hand and shouted, "Zhang Sanfen! I'm not afraid of you! ”

Although he said that he was not afraid, the black qi on his body kept coming out of the cracks in his armor, and he had a tragic feeling.

It's just that this guy doesn't have a body, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control my muscles and tremble.

Zhang Sanfen lifted the tantric iron rod and said, "Give you a chance, I'll stand here and wait for you to kill!" ”

The Iron Tree Prison Master roared in surprise: "Gentleman's glance! Horses are hard to chase! ”

The mouth was happy, but the heavy iron rod in his hand slammed down on the head.

That's what you said you wouldn't move!

The weapon in the hands of the Iron Tree Prison Master is definitely not simple, it is the core iron tree from the Iron Tree Hell, which is extremely dense and naturally heavy.

Don't look at the thickness of an egg, but in terms of weight, it weighs thousands of pounds!

With the power of the Iron Tree Prison Master's smash, this blow had to be calculated in at least tons.

It's just that Zhang Sanfen can't dodge yet, which means that he has to fight this guy hard!

I watched anxiously, clutching the rune sword.

saw that Zhang Sanfen also raised the tantric iron rod in his hand and greeted him directly.

It's just that the discerning people have seen it, and Zhang Sanfen's tantric iron rod is flashing with tantric mantras, and golden talismans are wrapped around it.

It was the sun Jin Jingyan jumping happily.

It's too late, it's too fast.

I saw the two sticks collide, and the golden light suddenly bloomed, and many people who were stabbed couldn't help but squint slightly.

After the golden light bloomed, it quickly retreated, and only then did I see the figures of Zhang Sanfen and the Iron Tree Prison Master gradually revealed.

The Iron Tree Prison Master was still wearing that strange armor, and his hands made a smashing motion, and judging from his posture, he had already used all his strength.

But Zhang Sanfen didn't move at all, holding a tantric iron rod, blocking the iron tree in the center of the earth in front of him.

His face was still indifferent, and his combat uniform was extremely neat, as if he had done something insignificant.

But the more this happened, the more incredible I felt.

An A-level master, with a thousand-pound iron rod smashed down with all his might, how could Zhang Sanfen block it with one hand?

Or has Zhang Sanfen's physical fitness begun to change qualitatively?

I was reminded of one thing that had been circulating in Middle-earth all along: the sanctification of the flesh.

The sanctification of the flesh was just a legend before the end of the Dharma era, which probably means that he has the same strength as an immortal before he has become an immortal.

According to myths and legends, the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven by dragon, which is actually a kind of sanctification of the flesh.

Of course, after the end of the Dharma era, many exorcism masters and academicians of the First Research Institute have confirmed one thing, that is, the soul power can affect the physical body.

The stronger the soul power, the stronger the physical fitness.

As far as is known, there is no clear scientific statement on how exactly soul power affects human physical fitness, but since the advent of soul strength testers, there is no doubt about it.

For a long time, there has been a saying in Middle-earth, which probably means that when you reach the S level, you are sanctified in the flesh, and your strength is comparable to that of immortals and old gods.

At that time, with his strong physical fitness, he could easily carry thousands of pounds of weight.

Some people even say that when they reach the S level, it is possible to fly in the sky and fly freely.

I'm a little unimpressed by this statement.

Anyway, I've seen a few S-ranks in Middle-earth.

Wei Wuguo, Old Man Zhang, the Master of Light, and the city lord who died in vain.

Except for the vain death of the city lord, who is in the form of a revenant, he is not bound by gravity and can fly at will.

The other three did not fly once.

At most, it's just a matter of running faster using the Shrinking Inch technique.

However, there is no doubt that the physical fitness of the strong people is far beyond ordinary people, and I dare not say that a few thousand catties, anyway, it is okay to pick up one thousand eight hundred catties casually.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfen blocked the attack of the oil pot prison master with one hand, not only did I think of the rumor of the sanctification of the flesh, but even many demon suppression soldiers in the city couldn't help but exclaim: "The flesh is sanctified!" ”

This was followed by a cacophony of sounds.

On the contrary, the black qi of the oil pot prison master's whole body trembled, and the cracks in the armor began to rise.

Immediately after, the guy let go without hesitation, and then turned around and ran.

The fear of Zhang Sanfen finally suppressed the servitude in the depths of his soul.

No matter how respectful and humble he is to the old gods, he can't compare to Zhang Sanfen.

If you keep fighting, you'll die!

The Oily Pot Prison Master suddenly fled, shocking everyone's jaws.

Damn, can this be?

Doesn't it mean that the eighteen layers of hell have been polluted by the old gods?

Even if it's death, you should smile and don't frown, how did you get to this and run away?

I don't even want the Iron Tree in my hand!

Not only were the surrounding demon suppression soldiers stunned, but even Zhang Sanfen was frozen in place, not knowing whether to chase after him for a while.

After all, the oil pot prison master is A-level, and his brain is relatively clear.

When he ran, he didn't even go to the old god's side, and fled directly into the darkness.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared into the darkness that the old gods came to their senses.

The soul fluctuations of the Snake Goddess spread almost throughout the Uncursed Path: "Betrayer of the Old Gods!" Die! ”

In an instant, the remaining seven or eight black soul flags turned around and chased towards the darkness.

While chasing back, he shouted loudly: "The betrayer of the old gods! Eighteen kinds of torture! Frying Pot Prison Master! You can't escape! ”

I'm special.

Is it necessary to chase a frying pan prison master who is afraid of fighting and leave, can you use seven or eight prison masters?

These bastards are more clever than the other.

They all know that fighting with Zhang Sanfen will be a dead ghost, and chasing the oil pot prison master to arrest him will not only be able to justifiably avoid the dangerous work of the fighting general, but also will not be hated by the old gods, which is really a double win.

It's just that there are too many smart prison masters, and others you think of it, so there is a phenomenon of seven or eight prison masters chasing a defector together.

Only a few of the two or three guys with weak brains were still standing under the black soul flag, and they couldn't understand why their companions had gone after the oil pot prison master.

I don't see any deep hatred from everyone on weekdays.

The corners of Zhang Sanfen's mouth twitched twice, and then he scolded in a low voice: "Whoever tells me in the future that the demons of the eighteenth layer of hell are stupid, who am I anxious about!" It's all fucking good! ”

didn't kill the owner of the oil pot, and Zhang Sanfen didn't care.

He casually threw the captured Iron Tree into the Light and Shadow Rune Defense Circle, and then shouted into the darkness, "Don't use the demons of hell as a shield!" ”

"Since you are called a god, then don't be a turtle with a shrunken head! Stand up and fight with me in a dignified manner. ”

"I'd like to see how many brushes the Old Gods have!"

Zhang Sanfen's words were not only shouted, but also cooperated with the soul fluctuations to convey an extremely contemptuous meaning.

In the darkness on the spot, the soul fluctuations of the old gods came: "The body of the extreme yang Zhang Sanfen!" I'm here to kill you! ”

I saw the surrounding ground churning, and countless kelp-like plants more than ten meters high grew rapidly.

Berkru the Godplanter!

Old God Codename 341!