The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

The tiger is watching all around skull. The eyes are harsh and abnormal.

"Tongyin ghost fog? The lowest Magical Artifact for repairing Fengshui. It really matches the worst Fengshui master!" Yan Chuan said in disdain to the distance.

"Who do you think is the worst feng shui master?"

Ding Wugu saw that the ghosts and black mist did not work, he was very angry at first, and was ridiculed by Yan Chuan, even more shame. Endless.

"Even mortals can do nothing, who do you say is the worst geomantic omen?" Yan Chuan continued passionately.

"You!"

"Feng Shui masters mixed with you, really embarrassing the Feng Shui lineage, I think you should tie your hands and kneel down for death! "

"Asshole!" Ding Wugu charged in angrily.

Seeing that Ding Wugu is a little irrational, Yan Chuan's eyes become brighter. What he wants is this effect. If he loses his sanity, it is easy to make mistakes.

Ding Wugu came straight. When the hand-printing tactics changed, the black mist of thousands of ghosts suddenly encircled the Dingwugu, and enveloped the Dingwugu.

Human fog is one!

When the people and the fog merged into one, the black fog suddenly soared more than three times.

"Yan Chuan, die for me!" Ding Wugu's anger came from the black mist.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-diameter forest white skull claw strikes from the black mist and grabs Yan Chuan.

The skull palm is all around, a lot of skull surrounds, the Ghost Qi is soaring, and the formidable power is huge.

"The tiger gathers qi!" Yan Chuan shouted.

"Yes!" Three thousand soldiers shouted loudly.

While his body moved slightly, with the help of the military formation, the blood energy was poured into Yan Chuan's direction.

From the outside, it looked like a huge blood fierce tiger, suddenly rushing into Yan Chuan's body.

"Heavenly Dragon power!" Yan Chuan punched out.

"roar!"

Gather the blood energy power of three thousand soldiers, and under the guidance of Yan Chuan's fist, it turns into a two zhang-sized scarlet fist, fiercely paired Hit the skull with claws.

"Boom!"

The claw fists collided, and the huge impact slammed the black mist of Ding Wugu. Fall apart.

"Dongdongdong dong!"

A series of sounds of stepping on the ground.

As the black fog dissipated, Ding Wugu retreated uncontrollably.

"dong!"

Almost as far away as twenty zhang, Ding Wugu stabilized his figure.

But at this moment, blood was spilled from the corner of Ding Wugu's mouth, his clothes were largely torn, and he looked at Yan Chuan and his party not far away with an incredible expression.

Yan Chuan's face is pale, but his eyes are more fighting intent. The sleeves of the right arm that had previously fisted were all shattered, revealing a powerful arm.

Not far away, Yang Zhijiu looked at this scene in amazement.

"Impossible, Yan Chuan is only Strength Realm, how can it be possible to beat Ding Wugu?" Yang Zhijiu's eyes widened incredulously.

"Yan Young Master borrowed the blood energy of three thousand soldiers to throw that punch, and already has the power of Essence Realm!" Azure Dragon said excitedly.

"Military formation? Formation can actually be used like this?" Mo Yuxi looking thoughtful.

"Yan Young Master has won!" White Tiger was also excited.

"Not necessarily!" The killing intent appeared in Yang Zhijiu's eyes.

On the other side, Ding Wugu slowly stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth lightly, and said with a vicious expression: "merely this!"

"Hey, no need to pretend , Single fist of mine, it hurts your inner palace, strong support will only hurt more!" Yan Chuan said with disdain.

"pu!"

Ding Wugu no longer forbeared, and black blood spurted out.

A mouthful of black blood was spit out, Ding Wugu's complexion was suddenly defeated, and his figure was also Microsoft.

"You are only Strength Realm, why can you...?" Ding Wugu said unwillingly.

"You still don't need to know, you shouldn't provoke me!"