King Jiuqi smiled and said, "Sir, don't worry, although the fourth formation of this king will make a move, but it will definitely not let the East China Sea Clan notice, and the fifth battle will still be made by this king." ”

He pondered for a moment and said, "After the fourth formation, as long as we win one more game, we can draw with each other and buy enough time for Your Majesty."

Then in the fifth game, this king will summon the Heavenly Elder Witch Lord, and he is also seventy percent sure that he can win this last one. ”

Hearing him mention the "Heavenly Witch Lord" The old catfish and the big weir king nodded together, as if thinking of something, the old catfish finally relaxed: "Great, this time it is finally foolproof." ”

He had just relaxed for a moment, and then he suddenly jumped up like he was stepping on his tail: "Hurry up, go quickly, if you delay any longer, this piece of the Linghe Inland Sea will be eaten up by that group of soil buns......"

......

There were many complaints in the camp, old catfish, what do you mean by this? Inviting people to eat is not enough for people to eat, and it takes half a day to bring a little food, which is not enough for everyone to stuff their teeth, and it will be gone before everyone can get a mouthful.

Finally the old catfish came back, as soon as he appeared, the beast army became loud and noisy, all kinds of ugly sounds came into the ears, the old catfish had an old face flushed, but he was also very helpless, so he had to quickly say: "The two kings have arrived, let's continue." ”

How could Song Zheng let him go easily, and said with a smile: "It's okay, anyway, it looks like this, and it is impossible for his sons and daughters to be full." The inland water system is poor in resources, and it is not as good as our ocean, which we should have thought of a long time ago. ”

The old catfish was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, but he only blamed himself for saying a lot of words before, saying that he would entertain and eat, build a camp for them, and let them stay in it honestly.

He rolled his eyes, and wanted to tell Shui Ji that your subordinates were too good to eat. But after thinking about it, what if it gets entangled, he doesn't admit that the last game was a draw.

So he pretended to be a little insincere and apologized: "I'm really sorry this time, when the Wang Yang Water Tribes are officially included in the Emperor's seat, we will celebrate well, and we will definitely let Wang Yang's good sons and daughters eat well." ”

He sneered secretly in his heart: Fool, you will never have that chance!

Song Zheng immediately "overjoyed" and said: "Okay, a word is a certainty." ”

"It's a deal. The old catfish said perfunctorily: "Let's hurry up and have the fourth fight." As he spoke, he secretly signaled, and the king of the weir broke through the water, and appeared in front of everyone with his army with a bang.

He was more simple than the previous kings, without any fancy utensils, except that he was dressed in heavy pitch-black armor, holding a huge golden harpoon, and carrying hundreds of powerful beast soldiers behind him, who came through the void with divine powers.

He forcefully slammed the huge harpoon in his hand into the water, and with a boom, a strong ripple spread, sweeping hundreds of miles of water, scattering the power of the king everywhere, as if announcing his arrival.

The voice of the king of the weir carried a bit of cold chill: "Sir has already told me the matter, according to the temperament of this king, you barbarians who disturb His Majesty's retreat should be directly locked up in the abyss prison!"

But since the gentleman has already spoken, then follow the rules of the gentleman. In fact, this makes this king very difficult, is there any way to let this king control the power, don't kill you, hum hum ......"

Song Zheng frowned, secretly feeling a little bad.

As soon as this Great Weir King appeared, he deliberately showed a kind of "malice", which must have been planned. He watched quietly, and secretly exchanged a look with Shen Huangku, his own arrangement is almost there, if this place can't be delayed, then everyone will shoot together, and kill it first.

The desolation of the gods is also the only jaw without a trace, indicating that he understands.

The golden harpoon in the hand of the Great Weir King pointed hard at Song Zheng and the others, as if there was some kind of power, and a certain void slowly opened......

"Fortunately, this king thought of this. His voice was a little proud, but also a little regretful: "Originally, it was a passage directly to the Netherworld, but in order not to kill you, a special True Spirit Realm could only be constructed between the mortal realm and the Netherworld. ”

Under the harpoon, the void grew bigger and bigger, and although the entrance in front of everyone was always only three or four zhang in size, the space inside continued to expand, and soon people felt that it was infinitely large.

Shen Huang Ku and Song Zheng and others also felt that this so-called true spirit realm was not a void opened up by the Great Weir King, but a space that existed between the netherworld and the human world, but this space has always been a void, and few people have set foot in it.

And the relationship between Song Zheng and the Netherworld is complicated, and he knew from the moment he opened this void on the Great Weir King that this so-called true spirit realm, living people cannot enter it, and the flesh and blood will be instantly eroded by the special heavenly strips in this space.

In other words, it is a space that can only be entered by spirits.

He frowned slightly: What does the king of the weir want to do?

At the moment when the Great Weir King opened the True Spirit Realm, the Jiuqi King, who was still hiding in the shadows, had quietly sent his distractions into the True Spirit Realm through the "secret door" opened in advance on the Great Weir King, and lurked down.

His group of distractions, called "Nine Realms Sleeping Together", is a special secret technique that can only be divided into nine groups at most, so each group is extremely precious and cannot be easily consumed.

Like Song Zheng, he can easily and arbitrarily continue to divide the sapphire blue distraction, which is definitely an outlier, even the monks on the east coast, and no one can do it. Everyone's distractions are counted.

In his long life, King Jiuqi had consumed six regiments of distractions, and only three regiments remained.

To be honest, he also felt that he might waste his strength this time, once he opened the True Spirit Realm, with the strength of the Great Weir King, it would be impossible to fail.

But it's just a waste of energy, and it's good not to lose your distraction.

And do your best to show yourself, so that the old catfish can see that you are doing your best, so as to redeem the negative impact of questioning his strategy just now.

King Jiuqi felt that he didn't need to take action by himself, the Nine Realms slept together and lurked in the True Spirit Realm peacefully, and he didn't have to do anything else, and his body and distractions automatically entered the state of watching the play.

The Great Weir King opened the True Spirit Realm, and then said, "This one will be conducted in the True Spirit Realm. Here you can enter with a soul, or you can be distracted, a military formation, a void spirit, or a machine spirit...... And so the illusory power enters. ”

He said again: "But I want to tell you in advance that this king is invincible in the True Spirit Realm, and you can choose to admit defeat in advance." ”

Song Zheng was not affected by his clumsy trick in the slightest, and looked at the god desolation for advice.

Shen Huangku's first reaction was of course to believe in his own people, he thought of the Wujian Demon Venerable, this guy and many unbelievable means are used to carry out the battle of the True Spirit Realm, maybe there will be unexpected effects.

But Shen Huang Ku suddenly thought of the previous experiences, and subconsciously swallowed back the words he blurted out, and then asked Song Zheng's opinion: "What do you think?"

Song Zheng looked at the ancient scroll in the hands of the Three Holy Demon Venerables after the desolation of the gods, and looked at it seriously, as if everything else had nothing to do with him.

And the eyes of the Witch Demon Venerable shrouded in black robes are particularly shiny - but please, your eyes are blood-red and blood-red, and they are a little scary to shine.

Although he could see that the Witch Demon Venerable seemed to be eager to try, he thought about it and said: "This time, since the other party's king appeared in person, then let me come, and also show respect to the king." ”

The old catfish is on the side, and no matter how thick the old face is, it can't hang up.

Before, everyone sent their subordinates, but they really had no choice in this regard, so they had to ask a king to take action in person, which was shameful enough.

But what's even more embarrassing is that Song Zheng actually equated the king with himself!

Although it was very annoying, he couldn't say anything, because it was indeed Song Zheng's subordinates who were dealing with it before, except for the last draw, which seemed to be an accident.

The Spirit River Clan didn't dare to say anything, because they knew they were cheating.

The king of the weir was furious: "You think you can be compared with this king?!

Song Zheng took a good time, released a cloud of Yang God attribute sapphire blue distraction, and said: "I just think that if you release one of your subordinates and defeat the king, you will not look good, I am afraid that you will be annoyed and angry......

"Presumptuous!" The king of the weir trembled with anger, what do you mean, you can defeat this king with one subordinate? What are you kidding! You dare to imply that this king is not well-cultivated, and he will definitely be annoyed and angry? Damn!

He scolded angrily, suppressing his anger: "When this matter is over, you will definitely taste the terrible taste of offending a king!"

Song Zheng dragged the blue distraction of the Yang God attribute in his hand, and thought for a while: "The king really won't be angry if he loses?"

"One, yes, no, yes!" the king of the weir gritted his teeth and replied to him word by word. It was as if he had bitten this hateful water in his mouth, slowly tearing it with his teeth.

Song Zheng thought for a while, put away the blue distraction of the Yang God attribute, and said, "Okay, let's send my subordinates to kill chickens with a knife." ”

"Boy, you are looking for death!" The king of the big weir was almost jumped up by his sentence "kill the chicken with a knife", this is a naked irony, this king is a chicken.

He knows a lot about the language of the human race, and knows that the creature "chicken" has multiple identities.

Song Zheng spread his hands and apologized again and again very humbly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said it wrong, how can the king be a chicken, it's not a chicken, it's not a chicken, you're a cow, it's a cow!"

The body on the Great Weir King is indeed a giant buffalo, but why does it feel so strange to say it in the mouth of this hateful water man?