Just when Qin Yufei was thinking of another way to save people, Lao Lei's palms suddenly burst out with two clouds of purple light surrounded by thunder and lightning. In the screeching sound of electric friction, he roared angrily, used all his strength, pulled his legs out of the ground, and walked towards Cui Mihui step by step.

With each step, the tiles under his feet cracked. That pair of thick legs, which seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds, would shake the entire Pantheon Palace every time it landed.

In the eyes of others, Lao Lei is simply incredible. He obviously had both hands and legs broken. But now it's business as usual. It was completely suppressed by Zhushen Mountain before, and it was only one step away from the Ghost Gate. Now I can walk around with a mountain. Is this still human!

Maybe it's really as Jin Yu said, Lao Lei is not an ordinary person.

Cui Meihui also looked at Lao Lei in surprise, she didn't expect him to have so much strength at all. She immediately changed her spell and increased the restriction of Zhushen Mountain on Lao Lei.

But Lao Lei suddenly showed a fighting smile. While holding up the entire Zhushen Mountain, he said to Cui Meihui: "Please the magic has consumed a lot of your real strength, right? Little girl, you made a fatal mistake, and the last thing you should have invited is the mountain god." ”

Cui Meihui looked at his panting appearance and couldn't help sneering: "Don't be ashamed to talk there." Tell me, why shouldn't I invite the mountain god?"

Lao Lei smiled and gasped twice: "Because ...... Ryktu!"

With that, Old Ray roared on his back. Thousands of thunderbolts burst out of his body. He gritted his teeth, and with his brute strength, he actually threw the entire Zhushen Mountain towards Cui Meihui!

As a spellcaster, Cui Meihui is very clear about the characteristics of Zhushen Mountain. No matter who he is, once he is shrouded in the shadow of Zhushen Mountain, then he will never be able to escape from the area covered by this mountain. So Qin Yufei was able to be blown away by Lao Lei before, which surprised Cui Meihui. And now that Lao Lei can throw Zhushen Mountain over, is it really because of Lei Ketu?

Cui Mi-hye, who didn't have time to think about it, fluttered her body, wanting to retreat before being covered by the shadow of Zhushen Mountain. Who would have thought that at this moment, the old thunder who had lost the top of Zhushen Mountain came behind her in an instant like lightning. Two thick arms passed through her waist and hugged her tightly from behind, making it impossible for her to escape.

"What are you doing, let me go!" Cui Meihui turned her head and shouted at Lao Lei. She struggled desperately to get rid of Old Ray. However, she has the attributes of fire and earth, and she was paralyzed by the old thunder and lightning that continuously released thunder and lightning all over her body. I wanted to divide my body into talismans and scatter away, but because of the relationship between Leketu, I couldn't get it.

Lao Lei gasped and said with a smile: "My strength has been almost exhausted by Zhushen Mountain. I confronted you head-on with my stump and had little chance of winning. Now this is the only way to defeat you. As long as you die, you won't be embarrassed by Mrs. Li. ”

"You guy!" Cui Meihui tried to struggle out with all her strength like the end of a strong crossbow, "Mountain God, help me catch Zhushen Mountain!"

As soon as she gave the order, she found out that in the Wanshen Palace, where was there still the shadow of the mountain god? It turned out that the mountain god saw that the situation was not good, and he knew that he would not be able to rescue Cui Meihui who invited him in a short time, and he was afraid that he would be hit by the Zhushen Mountain, so he simply fled quietly.

"This shrunken mountain god, run away when something happens! If I can go back alive, I will not spare you!" Cui Meihui saw that Zhushen Mountain was about to hit her head, and shouted at Lao Lei unwillingly: "You are not a pig killer! Who are you!"

Lao Lei didn't pay attention to her at all, he just looked at Qin Yufei, who was covered in injuries, and muttered: "Tianmeng, your good looks were bullied before I arrived." It's because I'm incompetent, and I can't protect her. I...... I can only help you so far......"

After speaking, he closed his eyes and quietly waited for Zhushen Mountain to fall down.

"Don't! I don't want to die!" At the last moment, Cui Meihui screamed in horror at Jin Yu, "Jin Gongzi, save me, save me!"

Jin Yu sighed and slowly closed her eyes, deaf to her pleas.

Boom! The entire Zhushen Mountain crushed these two people to the bottom together. After a while, this Zhushen Mountain cracked on its own. Soil, rocks, grass and trees, all falling.

Chen Kexin pointed to the Zhushen Mountain, which was constantly falling, and shouted: "Quick, that mountain has been dealt with!

The people in the immortal cultivation world of Shenzhou and Korea all cared about their companions, and they used immortal magic to move the earth and stone fragments outside the Pantheon Palace. But when the Pantheon Palace was cleaned up, everyone sadly found that Lao Lei and Cui Meihui had been crushed to death by the mountain. The worst is Choi Mi-hye. Fu Zhenhua's body was crushed into a mess, and it was not human. There is no way to save it. Lao Lei has rough skin and thick meat, super pressure resistance, and his body is still intact. It's just no breath, no heartbeat and no pulse. It's dead to think about.

After listening to Tang Yao's description of the specific tragic situation, Qin Yufei sighed heavily, and asked people to temporarily move Lao Lei's body to the empty room in the back hall. After the exchange meeting, he will be buried with the gift of a national soldier.

The people in the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm all looked solemn, and they mourned in silence for this strong man who swore to protect Qin Yufei to the death. At the same time, they swore in their hearts that they would avenge him.

In the Korean immortal cultivation world, their people were also full of grief and indignation. A young girl in the prime of her youth was first forced by Qin Yufei to become a talisman in the flesh, and then she was forced to die by a pig killer. In their opinion, the people of the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm treated a weak female stream so cruelly, it was really hateful.

At this time, a man with a calm black face walked out from the side of the Korean Immortal Cultivation Realm. As he passed by Jin Yu, the man also glared at him with an angry gaze for a while, as if blaming Jin Yu for his inaction towards Cui Mi-hye.

Walking to the center of the Pantheon, the man said aloud in Chinese: "My name is Park Won-jeong, and I am a good friend of the deceased Choi Mi-hye. The incompetent rats of the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm, come up quickly and suffer death!"

"What a crazy tone!" As soon as Park Won-jeong's words were finished, someone immediately came out to fight.

Park Yuanzheng glanced at the man who came out of the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm with contemptuous eyes, and sneered.

"My name is ......" The man was about to introduce himself, but suddenly saw Park Yuanzheng pull out the treasure knife in his hand with great speed. Before this guy could react, he found that the entire Pantheon was tilted...... No! It's his whole world tilting!

Soon, he suddenly understood that it was neither the Pantheon Palace tilting nor the world tilting, but that his upper body had been cut off alive!

With the muffled sound of the upper body falling to the ground, dripping blood gushed out. Poor young man from the Shenzhou Immortal Cultivation Realm was killed by Park Yuanzheng before he could report his name. His eyes, which were wide with fear and disbelief, stared at Park Won-jeong, who looked at him with disdain before he died.

When his consciousness was about to blur, he moved his last gaze to Qin Yufei. In this life, I can't fulfill my own delusions. But at least, at the last minute, I could see her a little longer. Even if you die, there are no regrets.

Park Yuanzheng returned the knife back to the sheath, and shouted at the Divine Immortal Cultivator more and more arrogantly: "Next!"

The cold and swift killing methods and the hot blood immediately stimulated all the young immortal cultivators of Shenzhou present. Looking at the tragic death of fellow Samori, who can sit idly by?

"I'll meet you!" a young man armed with a short rifle took the initiative to walk to the center. But with the previous lesson, he deliberately kept a large distance from Park Yuanzheng, and protected him with his short gun in front of him to prevent the other party from swinging his knife suddenly.

Park Yuanzheng squinted at him and said, "I kill your generation, like slaughtering pigs and dogs!"

As he spoke, another cold light flashed. A shocking wound stretched diagonally up the young man's right waist to his left shoulder. Immediately afterward, a large amount of blood gushed out from the long, narrow and flat wound. The short spear in front of the tiger boy had already been split in two.

The second Divine Immortal Cultivator fell.

Park Won-jeong said impatiently, "Next!"

When the words fell, the Pantheon Palace suddenly became quiet, and the needle drop could be heard. After seeing Park Yuanzheng's ruthless methods, the Divine Immortal cultivators did not dare to fight easily. They were afraid that they would die quickly, but terribly, just like the two just now. This sacrifice is pointless. Everything has to be considered in the long run, and in the long run......

Zhang Yuanren saw that no one dared to come up, so he left his seat, planning to go over to compete with Park Yuanzheng. But Du Ruo grabbed him and said, "Don't be impulsive. If you don't heal your body, you'll suffer. ”

"Then I can't watch the little stick bully our people in Shenzhou!" Zhang Yuanren's blood was boiling.

But Du Ruo still grabbed him and persuaded: "If you can endure for a while, you can stand up for your fellow Daoists." If you go out now, you're just going to die. We don't even know what kind of magic weapon people use. How to fight?"

The magic weapon was mentioned here, and it happened that Mei Ling'er also talked about the treasure knife that Park Yuanzheng was holding in his hand. She looked at the scabbard curiously and asked Xiao Tiantian: "Senior brother, what kind of magic weapon does that person use, why is it so powerful?"

Xiao Yitian shook his head and said, "I don't know either. But that knife can cut off the flesh and the spirit together, which is obviously extraordinary. Coupled with this person's speedy sword drawing technique, it is indeed not to be underestimated. ”

Mei Ling'er smiled: "How can you admire others? When you didn't come here, didn't you still say that there were no talents in the Japanese and Korean immortal cultivation worlds?"

Xiao Tiantian sighed: "It's me who underestimated them." It's not them who are lacking, it's us. ”

Mei Ling'er's eyes rolled and she encouraged: "Senior brother, why don't you go up and compare with him?"

Xiao waved his hand one day and said, "I'm not interested." ”

"Now it's the Koreans who are bullying us! The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband! You will help us Shenzhou~" Mei Linger couldn't help shaking Xiao Tiantian's arm and said coquettishly.

Xiao Tiantian didn't show her at all, and said nonchalantly: "I guess you also know that I came here for only one purpose. Others, I don't care at all. Besides, we immortal cultivators should be pure in heart and have few desires, and devote ourselves to the Tao. Thinking about how to fight bravely and competitively, what is that?"

Mei Linger retorted unconvinced: "Then if you find Li Xiaochen to fight, aren't you brave and fierce, and competitive?"

Xiao Tiantian said: "This is different. ”

Mei Linger raised her mouth high: "What's the difference? ”

Xiao Yitian put it bluntly: "Anyway, I won't make a move for the sake of the face of the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm." Whether they are humiliated or killed, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Mei Ling'er's persuasion was fruitless, so she simply pouted: "Are you going?"

"No!" Xiao replied dryly.

"Then I'll go!" As she spoke, Mei Ling'er was about to rush forward and make a move with Park Yuanzheng.

Xiao Tiantian hurriedly pulled her back and reprimanded: "You are not allowed to go! How did you promise me before you came, but now you have forgotten? I ordered you as a senior brother not to fight with others." Be honest with me!"

Mei Linger snorted a few times and muttered, "Coward, shrinking turtle, can't afford to lose...... You're still not a man with a handle, are you? If so, just cut JJ off and keep it for a decoration anyway. If not...... Well, those who don't have a handle are indeed timid as mice, and it's normal to have this reaction. ”

Xiao Yitian smiled: "The radical method is useless to me. You'd better save your saliva. ”

Just as they were arguing, a voice with arrogance floated through the Pantheon: "Let me come!"

Everyone looked for the sound, only to see the white blue with the bandaging on the neck back here. He held the unununfolded scroll in one hand and the Qionghua magic pen in the other, and walked to the center proudly.

Bai Qing didn't tell his name, and first used Qionghua's magic pen to quickly draw a talisman seal in front of him. The ink sigil floating in the air immediately turned into a spherical guardian barrier, enveloping him in it.

Park Yuanzheng tightened his right hand that held the handle of the knife, ready to concoct it in the same way and cut another person.

At this moment of great tension, Bai Qing quickly unfolded the scroll. Everyone only saw that the scroll was painted with a portrait of Park Won-jeong, which was vivid and lifelike. Even Park Won-jeong himself was a little surprised: what did he do with me?

Bai Qing seized this rare opportunity and used Qionghua's magic pen to quickly draw a stroke on the left arm of Park Yuanzheng's portrait on the scroll.

Poof! Park Won-jeong's knife-wielding left arm immediately opened a neat wound. Blood spurted out! The left arm, which was holding the scabbard, could no longer hold anything because the tendons and nerves had been severed. As soon as he gave it away, the sword was about to fall to the ground.

"Beautiful! Good opportunity! fuck it!" Bai Qing's unique skill attracted a lot of applause from the immortal cultivators in Shenzhou.

What Park Won-jeong relied on was nothing more than his razor-sharp knife that kills people like chopping vegetables. Without the sword, look how arrogant he is!

It turned out that Bai Qing had already taken care of the wound. He saw that this Korean was very powerful, so he kept copying Park Yuanzheng's portrait in the dark. Now he has cut off the opponent's support in one fell swoop, and he has made a great contribution.

"It's not good! get out of the way!" just when everyone in Shenzhou applauded, Xiao Yitian shouted at Bai Qing.

In the next moment, everyone saw Park Yuanzheng bowing his head, opening his mouth and biting the scabbard. The sword was immediately drawn in his right hand.

Bai Qing is also not slow. When he saw Park Won-jeong draw his knife, he immediately drew a stroke on the portrait's right arm. What happened on Park Won-jung's left arm, is now repeated in his right arm. Park Won-jeong, whose tendons and nerves in both hands were all severed, opened his mouth again and bit the back of the sword.

Seeing that he still didn't give up, Bai Qing immediately picked up his pen and put a pen on the neck of Park Yuanzheng's portrait!

Park Yuanzheng had no arms to use, so he quickly rotated his body, and then drove the sword to slash. At this moment of deciding the outcome of the battle, everyone saw the cold light flashing again. Bai Qing even led his head and hands, but he was split open in the air! The protective barrier that covered him was also shattered in a single blow!

The third person in the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm, like the first two fighters, died without a body and fell. The arm that held Qionghua's magic pen was still trembling.

The portrait of Park Won-jeong on the scroll has a little more ink on his neck. And his own neck is only a small hole. It seems that he is not just fast with his hands, but really fast with a human knife!

After Bai Qing's corpse was completely immovable, Park Yuanzheng spit out the treasure knife in his mouth on the ground, and shouted with grinning, "Next!"