Sun Wuse has this kind of persistence, no matter how strong he is in the face of the enemy, even if his own mana is a little weak, he still has to make a move, as soon as he makes a move, he is a killer move, and he will not give up if he does not destroy the opponent.

Although the yellow-robed Taoist reminded him loudly, he also knew that with Sun Wuse's temper, he would never listen to it, but he firmly believed that even if Sun Wuse was defeated, he would not be defeated, let alone die miserably.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the ghost beating stick hit the blood knife, like broken glass, Sun Wuse flew out upside down, and the blood knife was also a whirlwind, returning to Chen Chong's hand, Chen Chong's body didn't stop, he shouted loudly, and threw the blood knife again.

This time, the blood knife roared, and it continued to grow larger, until in the end it was dozens of zhang long and several zhang wide, and the whole knife erupted with terrifying blood, making this piece of heaven and earth turn blood red.

The blood knife rolled rapidly, bursts of blood-colored qi waves, layer by layer, at this moment, not only Sun Wuse, but Wei Chong and others were also under the attack of this blood wave.

The yellow-robed Daoist immediately said: "The attack of the Chen Seed Blood Knife is comparable to the full force of the half-immortal cultivator, we can't stop it, the Holy Monarch retreats quickly!"

The momentum of the blood wave was amazing, rolling layer by layer, the power was amazing, but the speed was not fast, Chen Chong's body also became like a mountain at this moment, grabbed the huge blood knife, and walked towards Sun Wuse with a hideous face.

"What the hell is this!" Sun Wuse was on the edge of the blood wave on the periphery, and the coercion contained in the blood wave made him dare not approach, holding the ghost stick with both hands, and retreating little by little, even if he had a strong fighting spirit in his heart, he was replaced by fear at this moment, and he did not dare to attack rashly.

As soon as he looked up and saw Chen Chong, who was like a mountain, holding the huge terrifying blood knife, slowly approaching him, Sun Wuse was about to collapse, he had gone through countless battles in his life, and he had never trembled like at this moment, and even he had the intention of escaping.

Wei Chong turned his head to look at Qin Agarwood, Qin Agarwood had a golden light on his head, and his whole body was bubbling with white gas, as if he had healed his injuries to the most critical point. Although Tiansang Dew is magical, because Qin Agarwood is too seriously injured, whether she can heal or not depends on herself.

At this moment. Qin Agarwood must not be disturbed in any way, once the self-casting spell healing is interrupted, it will cause greater trauma to her body and Yuan Shen, and even her form and spirit will be destroyed.

Wei Chong looked at Chen Chong again, his eyes showing determination. He commanded: "No matter what, you must protect the agarwood." ”

The yellow-robed Taoist nodded, there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes, after all, Feng Huangquan said that Qin Agarwood was as important as Wei Chong, and even more important than Wei Chong, and the biggest opportunity in the life of the Yellow Robe Taoist was to meet Feng Huangquan, so as long as Feng Huangquan said, he completely believed it. And there will be no suspicion.

After a command, Wei Chong had already stepped into the air, holding a netherworld broom, and now that his cultivation was improved, this move immediately caused a change in the situation, and Chen Chong, who was about to kill Sun Wuse, felt a strong crisis, Huo Ran stopped and looked at Wei Chong.

"Don't think it's great to be big. You can get bigger, so can I!" Wei Chong teased in his heart, his body cultivation was running, and his body grew rapidly. His body is fused with part of the flesh and blood of the meat ghost, and he also has the power of the meat ghost, although he has not completely refined the power of the meat ghost, but he can also control the body like a mountain.

Ten zhang, one hundred zhang. Hundreds of zhang, until a thousand zhang, Wei Chong's body stopped growing, but at this moment, Chen Chong was in front of Wei Chong, like a child, Chen Chong's body was only more than six hundred zhang high, which was far worse than Wei Chong.

Chen Chong's heart was greatly shocked, in fact, all the saints of the Ghost Slaying Hall were like this, but they were even more excited, after all, Wei Chong was the Ghost Slaying Saint Monarch, and he was their leader, the stronger Wei Chong was, the happier they were.

Wei Chong sneered: "Chen Chong, let me see, if you really have a kind!" The sound was like thunder, exploding the earth, and the whole mountain and river were shaking, this scene made Wei Chong also dumbfounded, he never thought that when he stepped into the late stage of breaking the cocoon, he would become so powerful, and at this moment he also had a stronger ** for becoming an immortal.

Only by becoming an immortal can we be eternal, and we can be like Sun Wukong, Nezha, etc., who are invincible for thousands of generations, such a life is wonderful, and more importantly, only by becoming an immortal can we have the qualification to avenge Du Xiaowu.

Wei Chong secretly lucked, the netherworld broom in his hand also became countless times larger, and finally even bigger than Chen Chong, Chen Chong's huge face became extremely ugly at the moment, more than 600 zhang is already his limit, but in the face of Wei Chong, there is still a sense of powerlessness, at least at this moment, in terms of momentum, Wei Chong has completely crushed Chen Chong.

But huge does not mean powerful, Chen Chong is very clear about this, with a wave of his hand, the bloody knife that became like a mountain roared towards Wei Chong, that knife has the momentum of Pangu opening the sky, but it also has the murderous aura of Sun Wukong making trouble in the heavenly palace.

This is Chen Chong's strongest blow, all cultivation, all obsession, all gathered on this knife, he knows very well in his heart that fighting for a long time is useless, only one blow to win is desirable.

A strong knife, just to kill the enemy with one blow, without mana consumption, without any distractions, Chen Chong used the natal blood knife, just to use this knife, to kill the strong enemy.

Success or failure is in this supreme sword.

Wei Chong has learned the immortal method, the most powerful is the puppet technique, and now he is stuck in the sixth layer, and he can't go further, as for the rest of the flying spells, they are all ordinary, looking at that knife at this moment, there is an endless murderous aura, spreading around him, and even he smells death.

Wei Chong couldn't say what it looked like, but it was worse than anything he had smelled before, turning over the garbage that had been deposited in hell for many years, digging up the bottomless pit that those jailers had filled up, and the smell was nothing compared to the smell of death.

But the blood knife is slashed, and you have to fight without fighting, this knife has infinite power, and the power is earth-shattering, as if it carries death, so Wei Chong knows that he doesn't need any gorgeous moves, as long as he has strong enough strength, strong enough to catch the power of this knife, then he can be invincible.

His own mana, the power of the flesh ghost, and the golden black stone, Wei Chong quickly calculated in his heart at the moment, feeling that with these three forces, he could strike with all his strength, coupled with the strength of the Netherworld Broom's own strength, he could completely block Chen Chong's supreme sword.

The thought flashed, and he immediately put it into action, the supreme knife, suddenly increased its speed, and in a flash, it arrived in front of Wei Chong, a strong dead air, with a pungent strange smell, smoked Wei Chong's face changed greatly, but he did not hesitate, the cultivation in his body was running, and all the power was all entered into the netherworld broom with his arms at this moment.

The Netherworld Broom erupted with a piercing roar, there seemed to be a cloud of calamity in the sky, the lightning shone for nine days, the thunder rolled endlessly, Wei Chong held the broom with both hands, slowly raised it, aimed at the bloody knife, and swung it down violently.

Without using any spells, without using any fancy moves, it was just this ordinary swing, but it caused a great change in the sky, and a cloudy light floated out of the Netherworld Broom, and slashed straight towards the blood knife.

The light seems to be turbid, but with endless vitality, like Pangu opened the world after an axe, heaven and earth separated, all things breed, that rolling vitality, with turbidity, constantly rolling, seeing the eyes of the yellow-robed Taoist and others, the shock brought to them was unprecedented. (To be continued.) )