Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Brother Is Like a Sibling, and a Master's Kindness Is Like a Mountain (7)
The honest roar was still echoing at the bottom of the stream, and two more monks descended in an instant in the black mist.
One of them held a knife in his right hand, the blade was sharp and cold, and the body of the knife was dark red, as if his red hair was demonic, which was intimidating.
The other person was about three meters tall, and the moment he landed on the ground, the ground trembled slightly, and he came to the side of the old woman Sun Hui, and raised his hand to pick up the giant axe.
Hey, Fourth Senior Brother, you're really not dead, but why is your hair the same color as Senior Brother?"
Fat Dun saw Wu Di in the distance for the first time, and ran over with a giant axe.
With this move, Situ Haoyang frowned, and looked at Wu Di in the distance again, with a little fear in his eyes.
"What are you poking there like a piece of wood? snatch the girl next to Wu Di. ”
Su Chen roared at Situ Haoyang, making Situ Haoyang tremble in fright, and then he found the master under the stone wall on the north bank.
"You're here to see the excitement? Didn't you hear what Lao Tzu said?" Su Chen was completely angry and scolded Situ Haoyang angrily.
Situ Haoyang didn't dare to ask, his figure instantly surpassed Fat Dun, and when he arrived at Ye Yuhan's side, he just bent down, and suddenly felt an extremely fierce fist hitting him.
Standing up and raising his head, Situ Haoyang retreated quickly, but Wu Di's speed was faster, and he caught up with him in the blink of an eye, and his right fist clenched and went straight to Situ Haoyang's chest.
"Senior brother, it's me. ”
Situ Haoyang's horizontal knife blocked in front of him, and as soon as the words came out, Wu Di's fist suddenly collided with the red knife in his hand, only to see that the knife suddenly deformed and bent under the huge fist force, and Situ Haoyang flew out of more than 20 meters backwards.
"Senior brother, what's the matter with you?" Situ Haoyang suppressed the surging qi and blood, stared at Wu Di in horror and asked.
"Don't ask, see when the time comes to save the girl. Su Chen yelled in the rear, and then looked at Fat Dun again: "Stupid, what are you looking at stupidly? ”
"Why, Master, aren't we going to kill the people of the Corpse Sect?"
"You nonsense, Lao Tzu chopped you up alive. ”
"Don't!"
Fat Dun was frightened, looked at the giant axe in his hand, and was still on the ground with a bang, and then rushed towards Wu Di with a squeak.
"Senior brother, I'm going to go. ”
Fat Dun instantly came behind Wu Di, and the moment he just opened his arms, he saw Wu Di instantly kick sideways and kick Fat Dun's lower abdomen fiercely.
"Big brother, I'm flying. ”
......
Situ Haoyang, who was just about to leave, was buzzing in his mind, and countless black lines suddenly appeared in his head.
Fifty meters away, Fat Dun got up, shook his body and looked at Wu Di again, roared angrily unconvinced, and then jumped into the air and picked up his fist, hitting Wu Di fiercely.
"Come on. ”
Wu Di turned around and raised his head expressionlessly, his blood-colored eyes were full of cruelty, his right fist clenched and pulled his arm back, and at the moment when Fat Dun's right fist was approaching, he struggled to punch and collide together.
The air wave swept away, flying away everything within ten meters of Wu Di's surroundings, and even Ye Yuhan flew away sideways.
The ground collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly from Wu Di's mouth, and his face instantly turned pale.
Looking at the fat dun in mid-air, the three-meter giant body rolled upside down like a kite, slammed into the stone wall on the south bank of the pond, and the moment it rolled to the ground, blood overflowed from the corners of its mouth.
"Kill!"
An angry roar roared out of Wu Di's mouth, and he jumped out of the deep pit, instantly rushing into the group of immortal masters, his body was like a ghostly flame surrounded his body, like an emotionless netherworld beast from hell, killing monstrous.
"Master, what's the matter with him, junior brother, why doesn't anyone recognize him?"
"Don't ask, it's crazy to ask! ”
"Master, who is she?"
"Fuck, can you stop asking?" Su Chen gritted his teeth, held back his strength and raised his hand, and slapped Situ Haoyang hard.
Situ Haoyang was honest and took out a packet of medicinal powder and three pills from the Qiankun bag.
Then, Situ Haoyang hurriedly broke Ye Yuhan's mouth again, threw the three pills into her mouth one by one, sprinkled the medicine powder on the sword wound, and turned the palm of his right hand to follow the dantian aura out, sticking to the wound to accelerate her skin to absorb the medicinal effect.
On the south bank, Fat Dun got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Wu Di, who saw people killing people and seeing corpses, shrunk his neck and ran around the pond for half a circle, picked up the giant axe and let out a sigh, and looked at dozens of immortal kings angrily.
"You hateful bunches. What did you do to my little brother?"
Dozens of immortal kings looked at each other, and Ge Nan's scalp was numb in mid-air.
As early as the moment when Wu Di rescued Su Chen from the pond, he had thought about the worst outcome, the disciples at the bottom of the corpse spirit stream would die.
But Ge Nan didn't expect that it wasn't a death at all, and Su Chen alone killed nearly five thousand immortal masters.
He originally thought that more than forty immortal kings were enough to capture Wu Di, but the result was also beyond his expectations, not only did he fail to control Wu Di, but he killed more than 2,000 immortal masters, forcing them to dare not release powerful corpse spirits.
Thousands of immortal masters died, Ge Nan was not very distressed, and the Corpse Sect was not short of immortal masters.
What he couldn't accept the most was that the Immortal King had also suffered a lot of casualties, and just controlling Wu Di's three breaths time would kill ten Immortal Kings, which was a heavy blow to the Corpse Spirit Stream and the Corpse Sect.
Fortunately, he drove five three-inch bone nails into Wu Di's body, and won the opportunity to slaughter Wu Di, but he didn't expect Wu Di to seem to be a different person, a netherworld beast that didn't know pain and had no consciousness, forced out the five bone nails in his body, and started the slaughter again.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Wu Di at this moment was simply invincible, his speed and strength had increased tenfold, plus his hands were full of flames, and he would die if he touched it.
But the key to this battle is because Situ Haoyang and Fat Dun arrived at the corpse spirit stream.
At this point, the balance of victory has tilted towards Su Chen's side, and Ge Nan knows very well in his heart that unless he awakens a terrifying guy hidden in the corpse spirit stream, it will be difficult to leave Su Chen and the others today.
However, he would rather lose thirty or fifty immortal kings than wake them up. Once that guy is awakened, the situation at the bottom of the corpse stream will be uncontrollable, and it will even threaten the entire Canghai Country.
Suppressing the impetuosity in his heart, Ge Nan took a deep breath, didn't pay attention to the fat dun holding the giant axe, but glanced around at the immortal kings and immortal masters of the Corpse Hades Sect below, and a sigh came out of his mouth.
"Today will be the most difficult day for our monks stationed at the bottom of the Corpse Spirit Stream. If we can capture them and hand them over to the sect master, we still have a way to live. If we can't keep the four of them, we will all become corpses in the pool. Let it go, and go to war, even if not for the sake of the Corpse Sect, but for your own lives. Release all your corpses and give them to me...... Kill!"