Wang Mudu has not been poisoned for many years, and Wang Mudu has forgotten that feeling a little, but at this time, judging from the soreness on his back, this so-called toxicity is not strong. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, this is all because of Wang Mu's cultivation of the Brahman Saint Demon Skill, even if the strange snake is highly poisonous, it can only be slightly affected under Wang Mu's alchemy.

Sou!

"Huang Daoyou, your snake venom has made a great contribution today, you can choose one of the treasures on his body later!" Wang Yang's voice came lazily in the black mist.

Wang Mu couldn't see any figure outside at this time due to the influence of the black fog, and this Wang Yang seemed to have a lot of means, although there was a sound spreading, he still couldn't sense his specific location.

"This person can't stay!" Wang Mu pretended to be at a loss in the black mist, and secretly calculated in his heart.

He didn't pay attention to the demon cultivation here, but this Wang Yang didn't have to fight today, and in the fierce fight just now, Wang Mu also saw that several of the rest of the Quenching Body Realm cultivators did not go all out, and some of them seemed to be thundering loudly but raining little, which also showed that the group of people in front of him did not have a single heart.

Wang Mu wiped it with one hand, gently wiped the last bottle of forbidden soup spiritual liquid that had been left on his eyelids, and then looked around.

Swish!

After all, the forbidden soup was a spirit soup refined from an immortal pot, and under this sweep, Wang Mu saw the thirteen people outside, as well as Wang Yang, a demon cultivator in the foundation building realm farther away.

There were a total of twenty Quenching Realm cultivators on the ship, which meant that there were seven people who were not here, especially the figure of the core cultivator of the Fang family was missing.

"Fellow Daoists, let's go together!" The horse-faced monk in the distance saw that Wang Mu was completely defenseless, and there was no other magic weapon except for the black blood knife, and immediately pounced with a hideous smile.

Seeing this, the other monks in front of them followed closely with the magic weapons and bombarded Wang Mu, the only one who hesitated was the yellow-faced man Huang Shang who was stunned in place, frowning and bowing his head to communicate with a seven-inch white snake on his neck.

Huang Sheng was expressionless and did not join the besieging team, and after a few breaths, everyone except Huang Shang made up their minds to kill Wang Mu again.

"Hmph!" Wang Mu smiled coldly in his heart, and swung his fists in front of him, and a strong demonic wind roared out.

Airplanes!

The horse-faced monk was driving a black flywheel, on which the bright red blood stains were still faintly visible, and there were a series of ghost cries as the golden wheel spun violently and slashed.

The rest of the monks or flying knives, flying swords, and golden forks all kinds of magic weapons came out, which can be described as a magical light, and the scene is amazing.

The blood light flashed in front of Wang Mu, and the blood shield appeared again, and he ignored the other magic weapons, but paid special attention to the horse-faced monk.

This horse-faced monk is the most ferocious, and his expression is unusually cold, such a person's killing intent is the most resolute, if Wang Mu wants to kill, the first target will definitely be him!

The horse-faced monk couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Wang Mu actually hit his flywheel with his fists, his flywheel was contaminated with the essence blood of at least a hundred monks, and the power was no less than that of the best spiritual weapon.

Just as he was complacent and was about to listen to Wang Mu's screams, he suddenly shook his ear drums, and a piercing strange sound came.

Clang!

The flywheel flew out directly upside down, and even bounced back the two black lights nearby, the horse-faced monk's face was full of disbelief, his chest suddenly became sweet, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out directly.

"Impossible!" the horse-faced monk was horrified to find that the top-grade magic weapon Black Evil Flywheel, which had been cultivating with his life, had actually cracked a big hole in it with this blow!

Bang bang!

Wang Mu either punched or blocked, and took over more than ten black lights, except for his fists that felt some numbness, these attacks of the Quenching Realm Demon Cultivator couldn't even break through his blood shield technique.

Wang Mu closed his hands, and the black scales faintly floating on it quickly disappeared, this Brahman Holy Demon Skill is now very easy to use, just when he smashed the flywheel, he concentrated the power of the magic power to greatly increase the power of the two fists, and the ordinary high-grade spiritual weapon is not equal to the power of these fists.

Hiss!

At this moment, Wang Mu felt a cool breeze swishing behind him, and he was about to move away but felt his feet sink, and a black vine spread out on the ground, entangling his legs.

Boom!

Wang Mu had a sharp pain in his back, and his body stumbled directly, which showed the strength of the strange power behind him, obviously that Wang Yang made a move.

"Huh?" Wang Yang quietly walked out of the black fog, looking at Wang Mu in surprise, he had done his best with the blow just now, but he still couldn't break through Wang Mu's body protection magic skill.

Wang Mu took out a handful of spirit pills and swallowed them all, and then all the black spirit elements in the dantian were mobilized, and the whole person jumped up directly from the ground, and the black vines were broken with a snap.

Roar!

Wang Mu exuded a strong black ** breath from his body, this was the first time he had used his Brahma Saint Demon Skill with all his might, and he shocked some demon cultivators on the spot.

"What? what kind of exercise is this!" the horse-faced monk exclaimed, already retracting his black wheel, and seeing the three-inch hole in it, he exclaimed in pain.

The rest of the demon cultivators were forced to retreat by the demon breath on Wang Mu's body, and many people had a faint intention of retreating in their hearts.

Wang Yang said before, this monk must be a foreign race, as long as they work together to capture and kill, the treasures on Wang Mu's body will naturally belong to them.

But as soon as Wang Mu's magic skill came out, the magic breath on his body was stronger than that of everyone present, how could this not make them panic?

Boom!

Wang Mu raised the power of his whole body magic this time, and gathered into a black ** snake and shot towards Wang Yang, Wang Yang's heart condensed when he saw this, but he didn't take a step back and opened his mouth to spew out a black flying sword.

Poof!

The black ** snake of more than ten zhang was pierced by a flying sword, and when Wang Yang's face was filled with joy, Wang Mu sneered in his heart, and then pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the demon snake exploded in mid-air and then turned into a sharp magic arrow and poured away.

The rest of the Quenching Body Realm Demon Cultivators had all retreated, and at this time, they were already unconsciously watching from the wall in their hearts, but the horse-faced monk was still coldly looking at the two people fighting in the field, and he didn't know what he was thinking about in his heart.

After Wang Mu fought with the other party for more than ten rounds, he gradually felt that with his current defensive power of the Brahma Saint Demon Skill, this Wang Yang's attack could not hurt him nine times out of ten, and he had to deal with every attack of his own.

Finally, Wang Yang was hit in the cheek by Wang Mu's punch and flew out directly.

"Shhh

"Don't forget! If I lose, will he let each of you go?" Wang Yang stepped out of the seven or eight zhang away, and roared at the dozen or so demon cultivators.

In his frenzy, the horse-faced monk finally made up his mind, and then he came with a black flying fork, and four or five more people joined the warband behind him.

"Hey!" Wang Yang saw that someone was making a shield for him, his face sank, and he took out a simple remnant talisman into his arms with his right hand.