Wan Wuxian was furious, and roared hoarsely at Luo Fu: "Luo Fu, you dare to make me Wan Wuxian so embarrassed in front of so many forces!" ”

"Ahhh

In the roar, the traceless forehead and neck burst out with hideous green tendons.

His features were hideously twisted, and his anger made him lose his mind.

On the other side, Luo Fufeng looked at Wan Wudi's ugly state lightly, and said indifferently: "Now you have completely lost the calmness you had at the beginning. ”

"Maybe you should look in the mirror and see yourself, this is the magic weapon, the side effects that it brings you."

The human race, after all, is different from the demon race.

Terran monks use magic weapons, and they will definitely be affected and counterattacked.

If this is the case for a long time, it will inevitably be chaotic, irritable and violent, and even change his temperament.

There is no longer a strong human race, and he should be calm.

Unexpectedly, Luo Fu's words further stimulated Wan Wuxi.

The Traceless roared angrily: "You teach me? You are worthy to teach me all the traces? ”

"You wait for me!"

"You don't know my true strength at all, how amazing it is!"

"Keep your dog's eyes open!"

Let's talk.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the open space between Wan Wuji and Luo Fu.

"Kuzenzi?" Seeing this, Wan Wuxian immediately frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

At this moment, the injury of the bitter Zenzi eased somewhat, he folded his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, Lord Wanshi, the time of half a pillar of incense that belongs to you should have long passed." ”

"Now, it's the turn of the poor monk to deal with Luo Beast."

Wan Wuji's face turned cold and said, "Get out." ”

"The battle between me and Luo Fu is not over yet!"

Ku Chanzi's face turned cold, and he sneered: "The hatred between the poor monk and the Luo beast has not ended. ”

Wan Wuxian said angrily: "Your strongest immortal technique has proven that you are not Luo Fu's opponent, why do you still stand up and make a fool of yourself?" ”

Kuzenzi laughed: "Oh? Could it be that Lord Wan's strongest immortal technique has already defeated Luo Beast? ”

Traceless's neck was red: "You are looking for death!" ”

With that, Wan Wuxian pulled his hands apart, and from the palm of a pair of hands, a black star bow was condensed.

And the meteor magic arrow was aimed at the eyebrows of Ku Zenzi.

Boom!

The meteor magic arrow, mercilessly, burst towards the bitter Zenzi.

Ku Chanzi laughed loudly: "Poor monk, it's you who is looking for death!" ”

"The poor monk will kill you!"

Ku Zenzi was not afraid of Wan Wuji's anger at all, and immediately raised his palm high, and shot a fan-shaped black light towards Wan Wuji from his palm!

The 10,000-strong Meteor Demon Arrow that cut through the sky without a trace, once it entered the fan-shaped black light, it actually made a snorting sound and emitted puffs of black smoke.

When the Meteor Demon Arrow traveled ten zhang in the black light, the size of its arrow had already shrunk by two or three tenths.

When the magic arrow traveled twenty feet in the black light, it shrank again by two or three tenths.

In this way, when the Meteor Demon Arrow only advanced about fifty feet, it completely disappeared and was extinguished by the black light.

Ku Zenzi once gained power, and laughed wildly: "Good, good, the poor monk still thinks how powerful Wan Wuxian is." ”

"It turns out that it's nothing more than that!"

"The poor monk was polite to you, but now it seems that it is very redundant!"

Ku Zenzi's words stimulated that Wan Wuxian almost went crazy on the spot.

Wan Wuxian was so angry that his eyes were about to split, and he roared hysterically: "You stinky bald ass! ”

"Even you dare to provoke me without a trace!?"

"In that case, you have the honor of being my last hole card, sacrifice!"

After that, Wan Wuxian shook his waist.

From all over his body, there was a black aura that diffused out.

Even from the cracks in the robes, from the cuffs, there was billowing black gas.

The bitter Zenzi looked contemptuous and said disdainfully: "Your immortal art blessed by magic weapons is not the opponent of the immeasurable calamity of the poor monk. ”

And yet, at this very moment.

Luo Fu, who was not far away, was pale and frozen!

He first looked at the changes without a trace in amazement, and then, from surprise, to shock, to anger!

"Magic weapons? Hahahaha! ”

"Dead bald donkey, keep your dog's eyes open and see it clearly!"

In the rampant laughter of Wan Wuji, the magic power emanating from the magic weapon became more and more intense.

He is actually borrowing the magic power in the magic weapon to perform some kind of exercise!

Even at this moment, Wan Wuxian has already given birth to a pair of curved horns on his forehead.

On the back, a pair of huge, magic wings have grown!

Traceless flapped its wings and soared into the air.

He looked down at Ku Zenzi condescendingly, and in a pair of demon eyes, there was a rolling demonic breath!

The mouth and nose were accompanied by breathing, and they also spit out a stream of demonic breath.

At this time, Wan Wuxian and his whole person are already in a semi-demonic state!

He stared at Kuzenzi, like a giant, looking down at the ants at his feet.

This scene shocked Kuzenzi, and he said in disbelief: "What is this? ”

"You, how can you have demon characteristics on your body!?"

"The poor monk will kill you!"

Ku Zenzi was in a hurry, roared, aimed his palm at Wan Wuxi, and immediately chased after him.

He panicked, wanting to solve the threat of Foolless Trace in the shortest possible time.

From Wan Wuxi, he felt a sense of crisis that made him tremble.

The Traceless in the sky smiled coldly, and a mouth, like a crack in the earth, burst out of the rolling demonic breath.

"Kuzenzi, your life is over."

After saying that, Wan Wuxian suddenly stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the palm of the hand that had grown sharp nails from a distance of more than 100 zhang, and grabbed the bitter Zen in the air!

Suddenly.

The rolling magic power runs violently from the body of Traceless.

And in the sky between the two, by the magic power, condensed into a hundred-foot giant, devil's claw!

This time, Wan Wuxian was unscrupulous, and directly probed his claws into the fan-shaped black light of Kuzenzi.

Kuzenzi was overjoyed when he saw this.

Wan Wuxian sneered at the corner of his mouth.

The next moment.

The devil's claws, in the black light, have not been extinguished! Not even unscathed!

Seeing that his immeasurable calamity had failed, Ku Zenzi immediately realized that Wan Wuxian was not the same as before, and fled with a strange scream.

"Can you escape?" Wan Wuxian sneered.

The huge devil's claw scooped the bitter Zen into his hand.

Kuzenzi was at a loss and begged bitterly: "Ten thousand donors, spare the lives of poor monks." ”

"The poor monk shouldn't provoke you, the poor monk knows it's wrong."

"Thinking that you and I belong to the three sects and three holy sons, let the poor monks have a way to live."

Wan Wuxian was unmoved, and even looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You can pretend in front of others, but how dare you pretend in front of Lao Tzu?" ”

"Then Lu Chen is not one of the Three Holy Sons? Did you hesitate for a moment when you killed him? ”

"Hahahaha, Kuzenzi, they are all foxes on a mountain, who are you pretending to show them?"

After saying that, Wan Wuxian immediately made a fist-clenching movement with his right hand.

At the same time, the huge claws of the devil were also suddenly clenched!

Burst!

From the fingers of the devil's claws, there were bitter Zenzi's flesh and bones, and the internal organs spurted out.