Scattering the Taoist's feet a little bit, his body came to the central battlefield like dust and smoke, holding a black gold treasure box in his palm and said: "Doll, just grab it, God has the virtue of a good life, and the poor road can spare your life." ”

"It's just you!" Nezha pointed at the Taoist, and then pointed to his nose and said, "Spare me?"

Nezha laughed loudly: "Hahaha...... I'm laughing to death!"

He's really funny!

The Taoist's face was blue for a moment, his eyes were as murderous as mang, the treasure box in his palm was opened, a golden thread flew out, Bai Jing's eyes narrowed, so fast, but it was not a sword!

The golden thread is fast, Nezha's hand is faster, and the little boy's hand is not big, so he grabbed the golden thread!

"How is that possible?!" the Taoist screamed.

Nezha grabbed the gold thread with his bare hands, like a child catching a snake, but the gold thread was not a snake, but a very thin gold thread centipede.

The centipede is very poisonous, but it can't bite the little boy's hand, the big witch's craft, what is it to catch a centipede.

"Don't!" the Taoist was horrified!

The golden-threaded centipede of double cultivation was pinched to death by Nezha!

The little boy smiled happily, "The little master sent you to see it!"

Raising his hand, a golden light shattered the skull of the Taoist and killed him on the spot.

The primordial spirit disappears, and the aura returns to heaven and earth.

"Boy, it's so ruthless!"

A gray-robed Taoist floated out, and the snow bead in his hand was shot at Nezha's face door, he wanted to avenge his fellow Daoists, and Nezha had a retribution.

Nezha didn't look at it, a shot stabbed out, and the tip of the spear hit the orb just right, and in an instant, the flame was like a slurry, smelting the snow bead.

The Taoist's pupils were dilated, and before he could say the words of begging for mercy, he was also slapped on the door of his head by a gold brick, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink to death.

Nezha took back the gold brick, shook it in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Who else will send him to death?"

The three Taoists looked at Bai Jing, Bai Jing was dressed in white, with a smile on his eyebrows, innocent as if he was a child who couldn't understand the adult world.

What can they say, not to mention that they are later, they have not seen an inch, and they have been enshrined for so long.

The three exchanged glances and flew out together.

"Three to one?"

Nezha grinned, cunning flashed in his eyes, his body shook, and the three-headed and six-armed supernatural powers were used, becoming three to three.

The three Taoists are all given in vain in front of this little killing god, this is the existence of the third prince of the Dragon King who can kill with his bare ass, and he has killed people since he was a child without blinking!

The sword intent in Bai Jing's eyes was sharp, Nezha felt it, looked up at Bai Jing, and said in surprise: "Sword cultivation?"

He knew that Uncle Yuding was a sword cultivator with extremely high combat power, and he had heard the teacher say that if he only used his combat power to explain the golden immortals, he would be unsurpassed.

"Interesting, come out and fight!"

Nezha smiled and invited the little brother who looked about his age, as if inviting someone to dinner.

Bai Jingmei smiled and shook his head, "No, I only have one sword, and it's the same wherever I stand." ”

"A sword?" Nezha wondered.

Bai nodded his head, and his lips lightly opened: "Take the sword!"

The cold light appeared, the electric light and flint, and a lotus flower was suspended between Nezha's eyebrows.

The fairy sword is returned to the sheath, the snow line is revealed, and the sword is faster.

Bai Jing's face turned slightly pale, and he bowed to Zhang Guifang, "I'm sorry!"

Zhang Guifang hurriedly waved his hand, "The little immortal master has done his best. ”

The lotus flower shrunk and imprinted into Nezha's eyebrows, leaving a small shallow lotus imprint, Nezha was shocked into a cold sweat, he had never seen such a sword, let alone such a sword cultivation, a sword to take his life, too fast!

The six immortal masters, except for Bai Jing, are all dead, morale is low, Zhang Guifang is helpless and unwilling, he rode out of the horse, and immediately shot a gun, wanting to fight in the name of the horse!